what's in your head, zombie?

Silvano Sadira · 01-02-2011, 04:20 PM

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Sorry for delay, waited for SoSu after my muse died :<

The boy nodded at his father, still carefully stroking the horse's face, wondering just what kind of intelligence lay behind those big, twinkling eyes. His father kept the horse's company for a reason, but Silvano did not know just yet how having a horse worked other than riding it and keeping it in a safe place. Was there more involved? He had never really bothered to ask or bothered to find out where Lexington was kept and how he was kept. Obviously, Kansas had to feed the huge beast but what did horses eat? In a book he had read in the mansion's library had briefly mentioned throwing hay into the feeding pens of livestock, but that seemed a little too poor quality for something as useful and beautiful and high class as a stallion. Maybe they had a higher class kind of feed too? But that had been in the time of humans. What did Lexington eat now? Grass? In winter? No, it had to be something.

A ride? A ride! Silvano's face simply burst into excitement at the thought, his usual calm facade disappeared beneath his grin. "Really?!" he exclaimed, resting his hand on the horse's muzzle. He drew it away, for fear of his excitement scratching at Lexington's face. "Really, Dad?" he asked again, trying to figure out how he was supposed to get on the horse. Obviously his dad was tall enough. But was Silvano supposed to kind of.. scramble up there? And now that he thought about it, how had the horse come into his dad's possession? Maybe they could talk about it on the ride. "Can Lexington handle us two fatties?" They were not fat, but they were pretty big, relatively speaking, combined. The stallion before them looked pretty strong, but their overall weight might just be at the end of his comfortable carrying capacity.

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