world of pure imagination

The sound of hooves alerted him to the presence of the horse. At first he startled out of instinct thinking it was one of those damn bison, but quite quickly reason overtook instinct and he recognized the sound was different than the noise the heavy, pointy toed bastards made. It was a rounded sound. Heavy, hollow, but not sharp. Jupiter's pet horse. Or...Jupiter's...horse...slave? He wasn't sure what his nephew had going there but he understood the horse to be smarter than the rest of its kin or something like that. It was special in some way.

Christ on a cracker it spoke. Tyrian eyed the beast skeptically, but the expression soon gave way to curiosity. He'd never met a talking horse, but having a trio of talking companions had opened his mind to the possibility of there being equals in the animal kingdom. The thought was intriguing enough to motivate him to give the horse a chance.

"I am," he said as he got to his paws so the horse didn't tower over him too much. "What is it you'd like to discuss?"