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[elphir]

It's hard having a vacation when one of the things you're getting away from seems to know exactly how to find you.

Woke up this morning to this standing outside my window:

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[felarof]

*stares*

That ... is not one of the Mearas.

*casually kicks mun as she admires the handsome beast anyway*

((Ow! *locks him in an ear twitch* Excuse us. *drags puppet off to teach him some manners* Yeah, I know it's a fruitless exercise, but a mun can try, can't she?))

[elfwine]

No, it isn't. I got it when I was living in Ethring.

Er. Is it a bad thing for me to not ride a Mearas? *worry*

[felarof]

You're a son of the Mark, boy. You should ride a steed worthy of your lineage. Go find a decent Mearas gelding with half its brains still intact, at the very least.

Out on two counts!

[snowmane]

... Damn.

[felarof]

There there, my boy. You have a human to pester serve.