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[emperor_cowboy]

[So there you go Mayfield.... you have Hol Horse in a mood that he does not quite understand. He's been far too much of a hermit... even to his own "family"! In fact, the fellow goes to work without so much as a word, and comes home... and spends as much time alone as he can.

Is he plotting? Is he upset? One can't really say, no one's really confronted him about it.

So today, one can find him, sitting on the curb of the street in front of his house, smoking a cigarette... feel free to talk to him, or calmly pass on by should you come across the fellow.]

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[rapier-ex.livejournal.com]

... OH! Sorry! That was probably rude of me to say!

[emperor-cowboy.livejournal.com]

Not a problem, now... might I catch yer name?

[rapier-ex.livejournal.com]

Name's Virginia Maxwell, sir. Pleasure to make your acquaintance.

[emperor-cowboy.livejournal.com]

Virginia... hm! That's a rather pretty name ya got there.

[rapier-ex.livejournal.com]

I thank you kindly, sir.

[emperor-cowboy.livejournal.com]

[He seems momentarily thoughtful.]

Now then, why don't ya get yerself back indoors where it's far warmer than out here? Am sure yer animal there would agree with it.

[... Where... did she even get a horse?]

[rapier-ex.livejournal.com]

That's awfully kind of you to offer, sir, but Quicksilver and I are used to the chill. Maybe not the snow, but definitely the cold.