Alder didn't seem to be able to appreciate his joke much, but then, Trent wasn't sure what he had been expecting. It was hard for him to try and look at things from Alder's perspective, someone who liked horses and saw them as friends instead of food. Trent wiped a few strands of his long mane from his face and shuffled his weight between his feet briefly in a moment of awkward silence, while Alder put on his serious frowny face; one that Trent hadn't seen that much so far, luckily. He didn't like it one bit.
A home. Trent tried to push the pony's nose away as she nibbled on his elbow, but she just kept pushing back. "Err... When's your birthday?" Trent grinned as he attempted another joke and hoped he could turn Alder's frown around. It didn't seem like such a bad idea; after all, Alder loved horses and since Trent was pretty awful at interior decorating and hunting both, this pony-thing seemed to be a good -- and free -- gift. Since spring was approaching, surely his birthday was sometime soon?
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