”This fellow comes from a thoroughbred family. Could show you all the papers to prove it.” He said, but Elizabeth was already taking a step back from the horse and shaking her head. “Yes, but he's French.” The woman looked at the horse woefully, before sighing. “Have you anything...English, or perhaps Arabian that has not been bred with a French horse?” The seller cocked an eye at her, giving her an incredulous look. ”Why would we have anything lesser?' He blinked, confused as to why Elizabeth wouldn't want his very best horse.
The woman in a dark green coloured dress, black boots with a black hat, frowned and looked around. “I do not plan on racing the horse. It is for enjoyment. Riding, of course, but I do not plan on making the horse a career choice for myself or anyone.” Elizabeth turned to look at the other horses, waiting to be observed by the woman, each held by the reigns of its trainer, before her blue eyes narrowed and she saw something...prancing alongside a fence line in a large pen in the distance. She couldn't be certain as to what it was; it was much smaller than the large, prestigious breeds she was surrounded by. Her right hand lifted and a finger pointed to the creature in the pen, before she asked the expected, “And what of that?” There was a laugh and then a clearing of his throat, before the male came around and faced her, blocking Elizabeth's view of the four legged creature. ”That is an ***. A donkey.” He chortled down a laugh before Elizabeth nodded her head in recognition. Of course. She remembered what it looked like from when she was a child. It had been alive before she was born and hadn't made it past her fifth birthday, and since then, Elizabeth hadn't seen one in decades. No, centuries. ”He won't get you very far on any sort of ride. They don't like being rode. They're good for the earth-working it. Do you have a farm?” He asked, believing now what sort of person Elizabeth was. A woman with a hobby farm.
“I do not, no.” Elizabeth replied curtly before she opened her black purse and pulled out a few colourful forms of currency. “However, I do need that...'***'. Do you deliver?” Elizabeth mused aloud as she waited for the male to name his price and after seeing that she was willing to part away with some rather large bills and in a hurry too, the seller didn't waste his time making a small profit. ”We can. For a price.” Elizabeth nodded her head and then pulled out a four fifty dollar notes. “Of course. He will need a bow as well. He is to be a present.” She smiled at the male, before shoving the remainder of her money in the purse. ”You sure you don't want a horse? Nightshade has won a derby-end of last year.” He said, pointing to the black horse once again, wanting to rid Elizabeth of even more money. “No, thank you. Perhaps another time. Now....do you know where Genesis Solutions is?” The woman smiled warmly at the male as Elizabeth started to lay the foundation of her 'gift' to Doc.
