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Zascha was ready. He had been itching to get out and go do something. Anything. And now that Harlow owed him dinner he was ready to come calling.

But all in all Zascha had little knowledge of most places outside him home country. So he had to fight with a computer to look up some information. Googling this and Binging that. Finally he had settled on a place that looked actually pretty damn fun. No point in going out if all you're going to do is eat. Though that is always a plus.

He'd left a note on Harlow's door, after a good ten minutes of trying to send a text with no success, for her to meet him at the lighthouse. Zascha was waiting there, standing next to a portal with a large brochure in front of his face. Mumbling to himself slightly.

He wasn't worried whether or not she was a few minutes late, he had his brochure to keep him occupied until she got there. Besides, it just went to prove he was the punctual one of the two anyhow.

When she arrived he peeked at her over the top of the brochure, a grin on his face. Good, she had dressed comfortably. He had picked out a pair of dark faded jeans, black boots, a black tank top with a red plaid shirt over top. The sleeves of the shirt rolled up to his elbows.

"Glad to see you finally decided to show up. I was afraid I was going to have to drink all the drinks by myself." Turning the brochure around, he opened it up wide. Revealing their destination. "Indian Cliffs Ranch. The computer thing said this place has the best steak house in America or something. Texas. Never been there. But its food. And some entertainment. Figured we could have a bit of fun before we eat." Turning it around he gave it another look. "They have petting areas for animals, a movie theatre, horse rides, wagon rides. Its a veritable bounty of country western junk."

Zascha pointed to himself with his thumb. "Small hunting village from northern Russia where there is always snow. I know how it is but we're just going to have to grin and bear it."

Slipping the map into the back pocket of his jeans he ran his fingers through shaggy brown hair. God don't tell me you plan to kiss this girl or anything tonight so ******** gross. He ignored Gothsmog who was seething in his head.

"Seems so. Ladies first." Placing a hand on her back he pushed Harlow through before slipping through himself. A blast of warm air hitting his face, it was a little refreshing. The smell of dirt and animals in the air.

Pulling the map out of his back pocket, Zascha gave it a quick look over. Though now he had started to wish he'd brought a hat. Oh right! Reaching into one of the pockets of his shirt he pulled out a pair of sunglasses. The bright sun was nice, meant it would be a decently sunny day, but it would kill his eyes to squint through all of it.

"Well, lets see. What would you like to do first? We can go to the petting zoon, go ride some horses, go look at the snake pit, run around in some corn." He flicked the map, the paper rustling as he straightened it out. "I suppose we could swing by the movie theatre and see what's playing there."

Her commanding no took him back a bit. Zascha rubbed the back of his neck. But she was right, they could always watch movies back at Deus anyway.

Wait...she wanted to ride a horse but she had never seen one in real life? He was a bit unsure about that idea, but he figured there was no point in protesting. She had made up her mind what she wanted to do. "Horse riding hm? Its been a bit since the last time I rode one. We had a few back home, though usually my sisters rode around on them or they pulled a wagon."

Slipping his hands into his pockets, he glanced around. It sure was sunny out. "One second..." Moving away from where Harlow was standing Zascha made his way over to a nearby stand. Giving the man running the stand the finger signal for two.

After a minute he came back and plopped a cowboy hat on top of her head before placing one on his own. "Here, if you're going to ride a pony in the rodeo you need to look the part. Plus it will keep the sun off your head."

Scratching at his cheek, Zascha shrugged lightly. "Its no big deal really. There aren't a lot of driving rodes in my home town so most people got around by horses." The mountains weren't good for cars. Horses had always been more sure footed on the trails. "To tell you the truth I can ride a horse but I can't drive a car." He walked over to the guy who was handling their horses and he took the reins, waving him off.

"Though they were more for my sisters benefits. Marina was too small to walk that far on her own to town. Brie had the hardest time tightening her saddle enough so it'd slip and slide around onto the horse's belly tossing her to the ground half the time. And Anna was always trying to braid the horse's hair, putting beads and flowers in it. She said it made them feel more lady like, even though she also did it to the one gelding." He laughed but then quickly frowned.

Silent for a moment.

But he brought the horses over with a smile, wrapping the reins of each horse to a stand. "Better a messy bun then a sunburnt face. Then I'd have to call you tomato face for a week." He grinned wide motioning her to her horse. "Stand on the left side, grab on to the horn of the saddle and the back. Pull yourself up and swing your leg over. Do you want a boost pipsqueak?"

Her comment confused him for a moment. The village near his home was in walking distance. In that you had to walk there to get there. Just cause they used horses didn't mean much. There were some places he had seen where people rode horses all the time, even to just go down the road.

It was just much more convenient.

"Shorter than me." He laughed, hauling himself up onto his own horse and turning it about. "I doubt it'll take you long to understand how to move about. Its just like a boat rudder, pull the reins in the direction you want to go and give a little squeeze with your heels." Zascha demonstrated by pulling the horses head lightly to the right, squeezing his heels into it's sides with a click of his tongue. The horse began to move at a leisurely pace in the direction it had been pointed.

"Had." He corrected. Zascha's voice was a little flat when he responded, realizing this he forced a small smile. It had been a while since he'd honestly spoken about them to anyone.

They were his reason for being here after all.

"All younger sisters. Marta the oldest, Anna and Brie were second oldest twins and Merina the youngest. Funny story, when my mother was pregnant with Anna and Brie she didn't know she was going to have twins so was going to name the one baby Brieanna, but when they were both born she chopped the name in half and named them Brei and Anna because she hadn't planned on having to pick a second name." The images of their faces had begun to fade over the years. It had become increasingly hard to remember their voices as well. But he always kept a picture of them.

Moving his horse closer to her's, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a gold, engraved cigarette case. Flipping it open to reveal a faded photograph. A picture of him and his four sisters. "Marta was the motherly type. She took over the household duties when our mother died. Anna was the girly type, she tried to wave flowers into the cow's hair and paint the cheeks of the chickens. Brie was a tomboy. She wanted to play football professionally, so we'd often kick the ball around until she was able to join a youngster league or whatever they are called. Merina...she was an old soul. Very observant for one so young she had what some might think as a strange connection with the world around her. But she was very sweet and innocent. She liked to feel big, always trying to help Marta or I out with things. Trying to prove that she was a big person too."

He ran his thumb along the edge of the case before he snapped it shut and placed it back in his pocket. "Do you have any siblings?" Now that he was done babbling about his own.