video || no hour of life is wasted that is spent in the saddle

[airshipswank]

[ Disregard the date, shame on my timezone, this is clearly the 18th, a splendid morning after a hideous series of murders, which left the Duke of Buckingham occupied with matters other than his daily riding routine, such as not getting blood on his boots.

But well, well, it's all behind us now, is it not? Which brings Wonderland to a far more important matter, namely the vexed nobleman standing by the stable door, the stable door on the grounds no less, after his own showed no trace of the prized animal he meant to visit.

And of course, last he recalled Ascalon, bright as the steed may be, had insufficient knowledge in regards to opening his stable door on his own, which currently accounts for a great deal of ire in the duke's tone. ]

I found today that of my horses appears to have been... misplaced.

[ And that is putting the dirty thievery mildly. Buckingham takes a sharp breath. The riding crop in his hands creaks irritably. ]

Andalusian. Black. I'd not suppose anyone would have an idea concerning his whereabouts?

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[video]

[lowkeyangel]

Didja look under the couch?

[Gabriel? Being helpful? Yeah, no. Not really his first instinct. Though he's putting on a great serious face, at the moment.]

Or between the cushions? So many things get lost in there.

[video]

[airshipswank]

[ That voice, that voice, how vexingly familiar it is to him. But his encounter with the trickster has been so very long ago, and Buckingham can no longer quite place the sound. He tries, fails, and frowns. Luckily the expression is needed here, regardless of recognition. ]

Had I given the impression I was looking for a toy horse? Let me assure you, he is quite alive and not quite the right size for... your ideas.

[ But he is ever so grateful for the suggestions. You can tell by the way he looks like he wants to stab the screen with his knife. ]

[video]

[lowkeyangel]

[He just smirks, because winding people up for him is a ritual. Like someone else drinking coffee in the morning.]

You, my friend, have not seen the right couches, and neither has your High-Ho-Silver. But if you wanted a toy-sized horse...