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Who: Hope Estheim(

eagletalons), Lightning Farron(

soggypastry), and anyone in the area that knows them.

Where: House of Minnie! (Or rather, the beach house in Olivine once owned by Minnie Mouse)

When: Evening of Feb.14, a little before the lights are supposed to go out.

Summary: It's Hope's birthday. Lightning intends to make up for missing 13 of them.

Rating: PG

Log:

[There was no denying that the last few weeks had been hectic. Between what happened in Goldenrod and then the scramble to get out of the city, there hadn't been any time to do much of anything besides catch their breath. Adding house repairs to that and Lightning had barely been able to get this to go right.

But she'd managed. She'd managed and everything was set, right down to the small cake waiting in the fridge until dinner had passed. And no, she hadn't tried to cook dinner herself. She'd ordered takeout.]

Hope? Can you come here a minute?

[Here being the kitchen, but there was something else she had in mind. Hopefully he hadn't yet spotted the gift wandering about outside.]

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[He keeps peeking around Odin for a couple moments later, before curiosity wins out and he takes a few shaky steps forward towards Hope. Steps that are far too slow for Odin's liking, which is why he'll be nudging his kid's rump. Ponyta doesn't like that and squeals, but it's enough to put his muzzle into Hope's hand and he blinks, stunned. Hi, Trainer. What do?

At least he's not running back, though. That counts for something.]

[Cue Hope petting the little guy on the snout and under the chin. Though not touching those flames yet. He's not stupid to be putting his hand near flames that can burn him.]

Do you want to come with me?

[Maybe when the little guy's older and not so spooked...though the spook is easing off under those scritches. Nice trainer is nice...have some whuffling into your palm, Hope. Still not running, so that's probably as much answer as you're going to get from him.]

I think that's a yes.

You don't have a name, do you? [Well, since he's apparently the birthday gift...] You'll be coming with me from now on, Sleipnir.

[It's more of a yes than that snort was, anyway. He enjoys having a name! But...Sleipnir, huh? Lightning recognizes that name from some ages old whisper if she focused enough. Fitting, given his father's name.]

He'll be running in a few hours. [It's said as she comes down to Odin's side, giving his neck a pat while he paws at the sand. Always hard to watch a kid go to a new home...] Oerba might give you some time off if she sees you trying to keep up with him.

[Maybe, anyway. Hope's Lucario is a bit of an odd one...though Lightning can appreciate what she's trying to do.]

... I don't think that's a good idea. [Because Oerba, as awesome as she is, is as crazy as Fang and Vanille combined. And that's not a good thing to expose babies to.]

Better have Nora and Oracle watch him instead. They know how to keep him out of trouble.

I wouldn't be too sure of that. [glancing over.] If he's anything like his mother, he'll run them ragged within a day. [A snort from Odin because Thundaga's not that bad! ....okay she is when she's angry.]

Better them than Oerba, honestly. Oerba may have the energy and stamina, but she doesn't have the speed or attention span. [Uhm. Yeah.]

Nora and Oracle at least can keep him busy and out of trouble.

[Hopeon though is just purring-- well, laughing at Odin, really. Because he's so whipped.]

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[A nod, then:] Until he evolves, anyway. I don't think Nora could keep up with a Rapidash if he hasn't outgrown the running. Oracle would stand the better chance then.

[If only by virtue of being bigger and less likely to get stepped on. Because if Sleipnir is anything like his parents and that Benny Hill chase last week...sticking a Flareon in there is bad news.

Also Hopeon is getting a pout. Well. As much as a horse can pout, anyway. Just you wait till you get a mate, Hopeon! Then they'll see who's whipped!]

[Covers Sleipnir's ears in case he hears something he doesn't like and somehow manages to sabotage Hope's plans for the future.]

Hopefully by then I've have taught him not to go running off on his own.

[She smiles faintly at the idea that Hope can keep Slepnir from hearing with that kind of pose, but Lightning makes a noise of agreement anyway.]

Let me know if you need any help with that. [A glance at Odin, who tosses his head.] I've had some experience with running horses.