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[pellameno]

[there is a hermaphrodite riding a dangerous-looking horse through camp]

Easy there, Vaje. See? These ones aren't food.

[comment at will]

((what is this nonsense? no posts on a SATURDAY?))

Comments

[and_thats_it]

I didn't realize there were horses here.

Hello again, Pell.

[pellameno]

[and mine is trying to bite you. tsk.]

Stop that. Not food!

Hello Fiyero... he's a bit riled up, is all.

[and_thats_it]

*trying to fend off the horse*

Does he normally try to eat people?

[pellameno]

Cal opted for the flesh eating rather than the fire breathing. I've been taming him, but he still forgets which are for his dinner, people or zombies. This is an exercise.

[swornmyoaths]

Camp has horses?

[pellameno]

Some. If you want one I believe the person to talk to is Buffy.

[swornmyoaths]

Nah, I'd have too much trouble with a horse! But where're they pastured? I've only ever seen chocobos!

[pellameno]

I really don't know... I keep Vaje here tethered behind my cabin.

[pellameno]

[don't mind that he doesn't stop, he's trying not to bring the horse's attention to you]

[pellameno]

[oh, you -were- looking at me]

Ah, Neither had I. He was a gift.

[pellameno]

Max. Hello.

[pellameno]

[nods]

[myblackwand]

*well, that's different. And intriguing*

He's yours, Pellaz?

[pellameno]

He is. Good evening, Morrolan.

[myblackwand]

Good evening. Was he difficult to train?

[pellameno]

Exceptionally. This is training, now.

[snappy horse]

Vaje. No.