pandakatiefominz
Wraith
Dark smiled slightly at Xander's dream and filed it away somewhere in his mind. Rather than opening up with suggestions about looking into wildlife conservation or biology majors or pushing him any direction, he said, "You should look into volunteering at a horse rescue center. You have your license, soon you will have your own car. I would guess there is a rescue somewhere nearby. If you get involved in a place like that, regardless of what you do for a living, you would still be able to give time to horses." He stretched his legs out far in front of him and rolled his shoulders back, "There is still part of me that dreams of my touring carnival, but that is like dreaming of being a wizard, because everything would need to be perfect, a steam train, rides with--well, you have seen my model. You know how it would need to look, and what it would need to have. But I think, if I had to stick within the realm of technical possibility, I would like to have been a tattoo artist. Have my own parlor. I had some training, but... I suppose I talked myself out of it."