Criss-Cross

As he reached the barn, Criss shook himself out. Water. Ugh. He said. Then he walked further into the barn, passing nickering horses until he reached a certain stall door. Leaping up upon it, he looked down at Fiona. This fellow, is Suicide. Suddenly the horse stuck his head out, nearly disruppting Criss from his seat. The friesian stallion stuck his head down to look at Fiona, but his head didn't go far. 'Lo. He said to her. A Fire breathing killer horse he was with most humans, but not other pets.

Rain

She shook her fur out, sending little pellets of water flying in the air, "You said it." The tabby replied, turning briefly to lick at a patch of fur on her shoulder. Then she trailed after Criss, keen eyes taking in the new sights. Those eyes turned wide when a giant horse head peered over the stall to look down at her. She wasn't really afraid of horses, but given their massive size, she respected them a great deal, "And hello to you, Suicide." Fiona leaped up beside Criss, balancing neatly on the stall. "Don't you ever get bored in here?" Her eyes landed on the latch to the stall door, before roving back to the stallion.

Criss-Cross

Suicide gave a faint laugh at Fionas question. At times. My mistress sometimes takes me out for long runs, which gets rid of all my energy for the day. Criss lightly batted Suicide on the nose, his green eyes alight. Yeah, he can't be trusted in a pasture. He always gets out. A scowl was given to Criss. The mares sit there and be such teases, I can't help it! Laughter from Criss. Uh huh, sure you can't big guy. These two were obviously good friends, and it could be seen in the way they would tease one another.