Don't tell me what to do. :|
Vasiliy is by Sunny!
The horses, at least, seemed to appreciate him. Vasiliy wondered sometimes if his closest friends would always be animals -- and even, at that, friends held at arm's length. None of these horses were his; they could all be traded off tomorrow and he could say nothing. He leaned his hand against a dark-coated mare's cheek and patted her cheek, smiling. His loneliness had a peculiar tinge to it that Vasiliy did not recognize. He did not like this feeling; he did not enjoy it in the least. He was miserably contemplating it, still patting the happy mare, when the snatches of a song came to him.
Vasiliy did not recognize the language, but it didn't matter -- the voice was what mattered, the sweet tune. He stepped hurriedly to the doorway, peering out curiously. Rosie's slight figure caught his attention, and he gawked at her openly, grinning widely. I did not know you have song, the Russian exclaimed, never realizing it would -- in all likelihood -- interrupt her singing. The dark-hued tip of his tail was wagging, and the panging loneliness of a few moments ago was was entirely forgotten in his revelry of her music.
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