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[goingtodorking]

Karen likes playing in the mornings, before anybody else is really around. Rollie and Shadow make her get up and have a shower or stuff but she doesn't really talk to them. She has to be ready to talk to someone and, until then, she's in a little world of her own

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[natureofsecrets]

Miniature horses aren't a concept beyond Morgan's comprehension, but it's still pretty odd to wander away from his room and find one sitting on the floor getting styled up like a my-size-Barbie.

Which is not a thought he wants to have, flashing back to the days when he was the youngest in a house of girls who didn't get baby Derek sized dolls for Christmas and just had to make do.

Sometimes it's a wonder that he came out so well-adjusted. "I guess the island got somebody the pony they'd always wanted," he observes, coming to a halt beside the girl and looking down at the colorful trail of clips.

[goingtodorking]

"Oh, I've had him for ages," says Karen, patting the top of ShorHor's head. "His name's ShorHor. He's very grumpy, and..."

She looks up at him and blinks. The brightest smile spreads across her face.

"Hi."

[natureofsecrets]

Morgan's good with kids, but not that good, he thinks, smiling back down at her to hide his confusion. "Hi," he returns. "How did you come up with a name like ShorHor?"

[goingtodorking]

"Well," says Karen, scrambling to her feet and still eaming up to him. "It's sort of..um...a nickname...because he's a short horse. Get it?"