"I want the white one." He seems a little awed at the large horse, almost stunned at the sight of it. Huge, white, with a golden saddle. Sure it was a little worn, some of the paint chipped-- but Charles had never seen anything like it. He doesn't hop on though, instead turning toward Raven. "Which one is your favorite? I'll help you up?"
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Date: 2012-05-08 07:26 am (UTC)