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Solomon smiled, leaning on the fence watching him. He crossed his arms over his chest, "Now you're not ready to trot, but in a few days we'll be ready for that. Now to stop, if you ever need to, just gently pull back on both reins and say 'Whoa' or 'Ho' for short. Just practice that; stopping, going; turning. Just enjoy the ride."

He smiled slightly, watching him. He could feel Holden's happiness rolling over the arena. It felt good to make someone this happy. As a vampire, he wasn't usually the one making the other happy. He dearly wanted to saddle up Rilov and ride him, but with his knees, it made him so nervous. He would never forgive himself if he caused that majestic creature anymore pain.

After awhile, Solomon stood forward, his arms still crossed, "Hey Holden, when's your birthday by the way? I'm just curious..oh! How old are you as well? You never told me."