Zhar lines up the horseshoe, and places taps each nail in slightly to keep it in place. He then begins hammering in the first nail.
Lynn walked through the centre of town, her makeshift shoes hitting the ground rhythmically. Her eyes were wide and glass-like, appearing slightly dazed as she headed in the stables direction. Jess reached upwards, a frown displaying across her young features. She was trying to reach an apple, but considering her small height it wasn't going very well. Of course she could have simply used magic, but that would be no fun.
Lynn continued to walk, her movement slightly sluggish due to lack of sleep. After a few minutes passed the stables came into view, which she reluctantly approached. Jess looked surprised for a moment, before turning around to look at the apple-person. "Thanks!" She yelled after whoever the man was, before turning back to the apple tree and adding the apple to her wooden basket.
Zhar continues until he is finished. "There we are. He stands and strokes the horse's mane. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"