Ch3. Tatterdemalion
"You need a horse."
"I don't need a horse."
"You're a horse person, Elsie. You know how this goes. You either get a horse in real life or you join a confusing online community which worships horses."
"Excus-"
"It's not worth it! Don't join the dark side! Think of Padme!"
"Padme?"
"That's not important. You need a horse."
"Fine. I want this horse. This. Exact. Horse."
.:.: Something of a delay. Possibly a number of months. No-one is counting :.:.
"Well Elsie-"
"!!!!"
"It turns out that horse was MSE Fragile Ego."
"!!!!"
"And the owner of Morning Star Equestrian was a bit of a fan of Faewood."
"Oh!"
"And they're not giving him away."
"Well fair enough, I wouldn't give him away, he's awesome and-"
"BUT they did have a son of his they were willing to give to you, as the owner of Faewood."
"Holy shit."
"So yeah."
"I have a horse."
"You do."
"I have this horse?"
"His name is Tatterdemalion."
"I have a giant horse called Tatterdemalion."
"You're really taking this very well."
"It's 2am. Tell me again in the morning."