The Creating Generation discussion

He's a millionaire :D

Andrew gently tugges at the horses' reins, making the stallion stop. He got off and held out his hand, before giving up on that and grabbed her waist, lifting her down. "Well, I have just the place for Prancer, a pretty meadow with a stable next to it. Shall we go there first?" he said in mock formality.

Andrew smiled. "I never said the meadow was confined, did I?" he said matter-of-factly. "In fact, it leads to open forest where he can explore, and the stable is open so he can go in and out of it," he contiued, trying to wipe the smile from his face. He hoped that the builders had left and the stable was all ready.

Andrew put his hand on hers. "He'll be fine," he promised. Suddenly, a massive cachophony of barking started up as two dogs came running towards them, a Pointer and Bull Mastiff. Andrew laughed. "These are my dogs," he said, patting their heads.

Andrew smiled. "They're some of babies. I've had them since pups, but they're so naughty. They've managed to teach themselves how to catch the fish that swim through the rivers and ponds here," he shook his head, tut-tutting lovingly.

((Gtg now sorry. I'llbe on tomorrow ;) ))

Andrew nodded with another smile. "They most definitely are! So, should we go to the meadow?" he asked, just as the Pointer, Jerry, raced away from them, followed by Henry, into the pond, looking for fish. Andrew whistled and they looked up before coming back reluctantly.

((Calamity? :3 ))

((xD It's fine! I should've realised ;) ))

Andrew gently held her wrist, while taking the stallions bridle, and guided them over two bridges and threw the beautiful gardens of trees, flowers and waterlife. A turtle popped up here, a duck somewhere else, and loads of fish swimming around. At last, they reached the meadow.

Andrew smiled and nodded, gesturing to the bridge. "Ladie first, then."

Andrew forced his smile off his face and took on a serious look. "You should expect no less of a gentleman like me," he said formally, but couldn't supress the twinkle in his eye.

Andrew took in her pretty, lacey features, even more stunning in the freshly falling snow. He then took charge of taking her inside, running across a final bridge, and stopping outside the massive, white mansion, which was very impressive to look at. "And we arrive, at Andrew's Mansion."

Andrew did as she said, a huge smile on his face. When he did, a gorgeous kitchen and lounge were before them. Jerry and Henry the dogs raced past them, spreading muddy paw-prints everywhere, leaping onto their beds, where they lay down, wagging their tails. "Shall I give you a tour?"

Andrew grinned in satisfaction and said, "Up or down stairs first?"

Andrew smiled back and shrugged. "We'll go down first, then," and he jogged towards the stairs, where there were muddy foot-prints from the dogs.

Andrew stopped at the bottom of the stairs and gestured. "This is the second living room, where I keep my frogs," he said trotting up to the massive glass frog tank. "Who knows where they are now though!"

Andrew then turned and walked through another door, into a huge bedroom. "This is one of our guest-rooms, as you can see, the special person who gets to sleep in here would be very special, do you think?"

((Bedroom looks like this-

Andrew winked with a grin before exiting and walking to another room, which had a massive stereo with shelves that went to the ceiling filled with the newest albums of pop music. The floor was bright green, and in the dark it would've glowed. There was also a bar and vending machine. "This is the party room, lots of fun."

Andrew was oblivious to the fact she didn'r like parties, but he carried on anyway. He next went out onto a rather large deck, complete with a shiny barbeque and potted plants, as well as a table and chairs. It then went down into a small tiled bit, which had a massive oak and two benches underneath it. "I like to read here on sunny days." Then he realised it was snowing and rushed her back inside. "Sorry," he mumbled, blushing slightly. He had forgotton it was nowing.

Andrew laughed and went out with her, sitting down on the snow-covered chair. He insisted that Iris sat on his lap.

Andrew playfuflly frowned at her, before picking Iris up by her waist and sitting her on his knee, tightly holding her. "That's better," he said with a smirk.