He shrugged and took her words literally. He huffed and got up. "Whatever." He said with a tense tone. "You don't want to get to know me at all." He listened to her. "I hope you enjoyed it. I still don't see how that helps you know of fun places to go." His words tense. Jasper told her the exact location. <By the lake six miles east of here. Please...don't mind master Marxello...he has...issues with tomboys. Just trust me when I say it has to do with that which he refuses to acknowledge.> He then pulled himself out of her form and walked off. Marxello hissed at her. "I never said that but fine. Do as you will." He stormed off and slammed the dining hall door. He flitted (supersonically ran) to the stables. He was in there petting his stallion. A beautiful black horse with a shining coat. "Hey Luther....hey boy. Up to some riding?" He asked. Nuzzling his side. He began to climb up onto his horse. "Ah...so you did finally get here. Took you long enough."