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Ramon's waiting around by the stables, smoking a cigarette and trying to keep warm. The animal had arrived an hour ago and he'd stayed with it to make sure it wasn't freaked - which it was, because rides through Shadow tend to do that to a creature.

Still, he's settled down now and Ramon's just waiting for Gorlim to show up so he can introduce him to his Christmas present.

Bastard's late.

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Gorlim hoots and pounces Ramon in a hug that ends with a manly noogie just to keep it, you know, rough enough and all that.

"Oh, he's wonderful, Ramon! Where did you get him??" He looks back at the horse, again scratching his nose and his forehead and patting his strong neck. "And how do you say that in spanish, Happy Christmas?"

'Feliz Navidad.' He grins and returns the hug, and accepts the noogie for the gesture it is, topping it with a macho arm-thwapping for good measure.

'Got him on Earth, or a version similar enough for it not to matter. Random rode him through this morning because that's when he could pick him up. He's from him too obviously, and he's got a saddle and all his tack and brushes and rugs and everything. What are you going to call him?'

Gorlim slides the stall door open and circles the animal slowly, inspecting his tail, his mane, the pattern of black and white on his coat, his hooves, the thick feathers...

...feathers.

He grins.

"Rhofal," he says, feeling the horse's thick shoulder muscles. "This means... ah... pinion?" He isn't entirely sure if that's the right word in the right language to translate. "The feathers used for flying. On the tip of the wings." Spreading his fingers, he traces a pattern as his his arms were wings. Flight feathers.

Ramon smiles easily and watches Rhofal. 'It's a good name. Suits him I think.' A hand stretches out to pet his nose. 'He's young, only about four. He's broken to tack, so you don't need to worry about him freaking out when you put a saddle on him. Still a stallion obviously, so watch him around females although we can take him out to get castrated if necessary - but he's pedigree so he'll be good to breed from if you want to and the opportunity comes up. And...well, you know horses. He's yours to do what you want with. Unschooled but I don't suppose that matters. Might need to learn some manners though, being just a kid.'

"Aye, what four-year-old doesn't? Don't worry, I've trained my share of horses. He'll do fine. Get him to look after my Kelly too, when SHE'S older." He grins. "He's a good one, Ramon. Thank you. Truly."

'He'll be pretty big but I expect safe enough for Kelly.' He shrugs lightly at Gorlim. 'Welcome. We thought you might like him and he should be with you for a good few years.' There's a light laugh. 'You may not be thanking me if he gets sick or when you have to get up early to feed him or something.'

Although Gavroche said he exercised the horses so maybe he feeds them as well.

'The stable manager's a guy called Caspian if you need help with anything, I dont know what he looks like though. And needless to say, all the food and everything's on my tab so get him whatever he needs.'

Gorlim nods, beaming at the animal. He cautiously wraps his arms around Rhofal's neck and puts his weight against him to test his strength.

Rhofal does not seem to notice much. Gorlim laughs at him.

"The biggest ones often are the sweetest. He seems nice. I'll find Caspian and have a talk with him. He's grand, Ramon. Tell Random I said thanks, too, if you see him before I do."

'Will do.' He taps the stall door and straightens up. 'Anything else you need?'

"Ramon... I have more than I need." He smiles. "Thank you."

He smiles and turns away. 'Alright then, I'll leave you to it. Merry Christmas amigo.'

And he walks out of the stable without waiting for a reply.

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