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Ashwinder · 08-30-2011, 03:01 AM

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Originally Posted by grangerfan8

His grin widened, and he gave the young woman a thumbs up. "Your all set to go!" She seemed the nosey type, so he'd have to check up and make certain she wasn't snooping around things she wasn't supposed to be, but for now she was fine. It was this man that he was REALLY worried about.

Morrigan kept touring the inside of the tent, and she had to admit she was happy with what she saw. True, the pens were on the small side, but the animals looked happy enough with where they were. The wild winged horses had some old nicks and scars in their hides, but they'd healed cleanly. Excluding the streelers, none of the animals had gummy or unfocussed eyes, meaning none of them were sickly or drugged. This guy may have obtained his creatures legally, or he may not have, but they were all in sound health. Her job was done.

Though she really REALLY had to stop herself from trying to pet the winged horses. One of them reminded her of the bitter-hearted old nag they'd had on the farm for years, at least in spirit. It was probably a quarter of the age.

"OH man, I SO want some of those." Those were her first words on exiting the tent, immediately followed by, "Can I feed these ones now?"

08-30-2011, 03:01 AM	#112 (permalink)
Ashwinder MO Puffskein Join Date: Sep 2009 Location: Staring at a Wall. Posts: 2,285 Hogwarts RPG Name: Elias Inkwell First Year x7	Snake disguised as Raven Browncoat Quote: Originally Posted by grangerfan8 His grin widened, and he gave the young woman a thumbs up. "Your all set to go!" She seemed the nosey type, so he'd have to check up and make certain she wasn't snooping around things she wasn't supposed to be, but for now she was fine. It was this man that he was REALLY worried about. Morrigan kept touring the inside of the tent, and she had to admit she was happy with what she saw. True, the pens were on the small side, but the animals looked happy enough with where they were. The wild winged horses had some old nicks and scars in their hides, but they'd healed cleanly. Excluding the streelers, none of the animals had gummy or unfocussed eyes, meaning none of them were sickly or drugged. This guy may have obtained his creatures legally, or he may not have, but they were all in sound health. Her job was done. Though she really REALLY had to stop herself from trying to pet the winged horses. One of them reminded her of the bitter-hearted old nag they'd had on the farm for years, at least in spirit. It was probably a quarter of the age. "OH man, I SO want some of those." Those were her first words on exiting the tent, immediately followed by, "Can I feed these ones now?"