Ostus the caregiver? Someone in this room needed a throttling, and it wasn't him, and it wasn't the poor horse handler dealing with this mess of a farse! There was a steely edge to his smile as he looked back down at his 'wife.' "We have yet to start a family, my silly wife," he responded with sickening sweetness, "though I know you're just as eager as I to get started. Soon enough, love, soon enough." He chuckled, then looked back at the man. "Gotta love red-heads and their fiery spirit, eh? See, we are [i]both[/i] blacksmiths," he explained. "That's how we met, after all. And we're both eager to start a family. Very eager. We just... need to work out the details." He continued to smile as he fished out his coin purse, money for this trip jangling inside. Caregiver his ass; he could pay for his damn horse!

The man stared with both eyebrows raised. This was the strangest couple he ever met, but that coin purse looked quite sizable... "Right," he remarked, then turned. He began to show them around, introducing them to suitable horses. As they shopped, Ostus kept Kiara's hand clasped in his as though in a loving gesture, though it was all he could do from squeezing the life out of that hand.

"You and I have some serious talking to do," he hissed in her ear when the man wasn't looking. "There are details we need to work out. How the fuck does someone as strong and fit as I am end up being the--"

"So, which horse would you like?"