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Outside Chupacabra cabin: Tuesday afternoon

With no classes on Tuesday, there was nothing that he had to do. Karal was fairly certain he was never going to get used to that but, after much urging from Altra, he was making the attempt.

It was a beautiful day and he was currently sitting against a tree behind Chupacabra cabin, in riding clothes rather than his robes, holding Trenor on a long line so he could graze at the edge of the clearing.

There was a bright beam of sunlight shining on him, making him sleepy and warm, Trenor occasionally whickered happily, and he was rereading the Tale of Gregori.

Maybe having nothing to do wasn't quite so bad.

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Setsuna found herself at Chupacabra again before her Arts and Crafts workshop. Didn't understand why; she was just walking and happened there again, and took a seat. She looked almost helplessly at the boy sitting there reading, apologetically because she really didn't know why she'd stopped there; she just did. Nothing to contribute, no reason to, really...just...was....

Trenor snorted at the new arrival, pulling Karal's head up from his book to see what had prompted it.

He smiled shyly at the girl when he saw her. "Hello."

Setsuna nodded back. "Hello."

He closed his book, carefully marking his place. "My name is Karal, and that is Trenor," he said pointing at the horse. "Are you waiting for somebody?"

Neil was making his way back to Sphinx after having been in town mailing an update letter to his father.

Such letters inevitably resulted in his face being set in a pensive frown as he walked along with his hands in his pockets. However the sight of a horse was a new one and it did cause him to pause and blink a couple of times.

"Goodness."

Karal glanced up in some concern. "Are you all right?"

"It is nice to meet you, Karal." She nodded also to the horse. "Trenor. My name is Setsuna. And, no...I was just killing some time before my workshop."

She decided not to mention the fact that this particular cabin seemed to be having an effect on her these last few days, because it seemed silly. Plus it was utterly unexplainable ~~and a total inside canon joke~~.

His gaze lingered on the horse for a moment before Neil turned towards the young man who had spoken and he smiled ato Karal.

"Yes, yes. I apologize, just of everything I've seen on Fandom to date I realized I hadn't seen a horse. Heard about one, earlier in the semester but I don't believe I ever saw him."

"Well, you're welcome to do so here if you'd like." She seemed slightly downcast, so he asked, "Would you prefer just to sit and think? I can return to my book if you're looking for quiet."

[*snicker* And no worries!]

"Oh! That wasn't Trenor, then. We only arrived last week," he explained. "My name is Karal, from Karse. And yes, so far he does seem to be the only one." He smiled at him, and offered shyly, "Would you like to meet him?"

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Karal. I'm Neil Perry from 1950." Which seemed to work as the best short explination.

Stepping forward, he wasn't sure about shaking hands, since he'd learned that not everybody did that all over the universe so instead he sketched Karal a polite bow and smiled with open, easy friendliness.

"I'd love to."

Karal smiled as he stood to walk over and grasp Trenor's halter. "Good to meet you, Neil. Nineteen fifty - is that another world?" No one had yet explained to him what year Fandom was in. "Hold your hand out flat," he demonstrated, "and hold it out to him. Oh! And he doesn't talk. He's just an ordinary horse."

While Neil hadn't ridden himself, he'd grown up around affluent schools and the girls' schools in particular had been all about the equestrian programs. As such he was savvey enough not to reach his hand directly towards Trenor's face, instead, as instructed, he kept his hand low and flat, holding it out but letting Trenor initiate contact.

"He's very handsome, though I fell almost honor bound to warn you that things rarely remain 'ordinary' around here."

There was a twinkle in his dark eyes as he said that and he grinned to Karal.

"1950 is a time, a little over 50 years in the past from where we are at the moment but sometimes it feels like it might as well have been another world."

"My book thinks it's a chicken. It had eggs this morning, falling out of its pages," he said, sounding bewildered. "I made it a nest in a drawer and it's setting on them. I am beginning to understand about thinks not staying ordinary."

Trenor snuffled Neil's hand, lipping gently to see if there was food, and when it proved to be empty, he nudged him with his nose.

"You're from the past? That must be very odd, even odder than being from an actual other world. May I ask, have you attempted to learn what your future holds back in your time?"

At the nudge, Neil chuckled and mumured a soft apology for not having the foresight to have brought an apple but he reached up gently and rubbed softly along the velvet of Trenor's muzzle.

"I hadn't noticed my books being particularly chicken like today but that sounds about par for the Fandom course."

Keeping one hand low with strokes along Trenor's jaw, Neil reached up to straighten and stroke the horse's forelock.

"It has been odd, in fact I think it's been the hardest thing about adjusting to Fandom, wee tiny penguins, students turning into children, the occasional sentient mouse, they're nothing to trying to wrap my brain around sharing a dorm with girls."

Neil blushed a little as he admitted that last bit. He tilted his head, looking sideways at Karal, his expression thoughtful.

"You know, I don't think I ever thought to make the attempt." Of course when one believed their future already mapped out...

"Is that part of why you've come to Fandom?"

Trenor was very pleased with the attention, and his ears drooped sideways, eyes half closing in pleasure. Karal smiled at his reaction and scratched him under the chin.

"I'm not sure why I'm here," he admitted, blinking at the list of Fandom oddness. Taking a deep breath he decided not to ask, but he carefully noted it for later consideration. "To gain experience of some sort was all I was told. I'm not from this world, past or future, my home, Karse, is a very long way from here." He paused. "Rooming with girls was not something I was expecting either."

Lana was walking around the cabins, enjoying the day when she saw the horse and couldn't help but head towards it. "Oh," she breathed. "Isn't he beautiful!"

Karal looked up from his book and smiled, his shyness partly overcome by the compliment. "Thank you," he said. "His name is Trenor, and I'm Karal. He came with me from home."

"Trenor..." Lana smiled at the boy, but most of her attention was on the horse. "I wish I could have brought my horse from home."

"I'm sorry," she said ruefully. "I'm being rude. Hello, Karal. My name is Lana."

"Glory, you're not being rude in the slightest!" He stood up, brushed himself off, and went to lead Trenor closer. "I know what it's like to miss your horse. And Trenor here is far more interesting that I," he said lightly. "Please, feel free to spend some time with him. I chose him from the Temple stables when I was eleven and I've had him ever since. What was your horse like?"

Lana stretched out a hand slowly towards Trenor. "Donatello? He's wonderful. I've had him for more than 10 years now, part of why I left him back home where things are familiar. I used to compete in equestrian events on him. He never led me wrong."

"No, it's quite alright," Setsuna responded with a light smile. "I'm usually terrible about meeting new students when they come; you are new, correct?"

"One of my cabin mates is named Donatello," he said as Trenor stepped closer and snuffled her hand. "But he's a turtle, not a horse. Trenor has always looked after me. He gets a bit fidgety sometimes, dances in place. Like my little brother." He smiled. "That's who he's named for."

"I am," he said, glancing down at his book. "I'm starting to realise just how new with each passing day. Have you been here for long?"

"A year, now," Setsuna said. "I believe I lucked out, as my school before Fandom High was very similar to Fandom High, but I can see how it might be offsetting to someone who isn't used to this sort of place. Where are you from, if I might ask, Karal?"

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