[Evil Tink]

Solomon smiled, kissing him back, "It gets easier to block out certain noises over time." He suddenly stood hurrying over to the window, "Fuck!" He disappeared, reappearing in in the pasture next to Rilov. The young thoroughbred's knees collapsed under him once more, driving him down. Solomon called for Jack telepathically, telling him to call the vet.

He gently helped the horse down to his side, keeping him calm with his telepathy. He kept the stallion's head down, to keep his neck straight and thus his windpipe unclenched. The boat ride over must've really weakened his legs, as he was confined most of the trip for his own safety. He glanced back, hearing Zera pitching her fit, as always, "I know, I know, hush you. Jack's calling Dr. Sarasin." The mare snorted, pushing Solomon with her massive head.