All the X Men walked with their heads down. Kitty even wore a veil, claiming that she had to for religious reasons, which made several Muslim girls mad.
"They should respect other religions."Magdalena commented.
"Well, you know people. Just probably have a lot of time on their hands."said Pietro, smirking.
"Hmm."she grinned.
"Um, anyway, you were telling me. The um, part about the facial hair, right?"
"Don't you dare speak about that to me."she said coldly.
"Oh."he was at a loss as to what to say. "So, then, um, you always wear a watch. You change them all the time, don't you? I suppose the guy who'll marry you'll have to have plenty of money to keep getting you new ones, eh?"
Magdalena looked at her watch.
"It helps me keep track of the time. I'm terrible with time."
"Uh-huh. And like I was saying, then obviously you'd need a guy with an expensive watch, right?"
"What does a watch have to do with it? Even if he didn't have a watch, I never forget my own!"
"I was just saying."he said.
Again, he'd said the wrong thing. She rolled her eyes.
"I honestly don't know why you want to know about the watches. I've already told you, that I own more than all the people I know put together, after all."
"So...what are you planning to do this weekend?"he asked her.
"What else but what I do every single weekend. Be bored. I hate weekends, don't you? Once you sleep late, there's nothing to do, nothing to look forward to, and you can't stay in bed all day!"
"Too true."said Pietro. "So, then why don't we do something this weekend?"
"Like what?"
"You decide."
"I can't think of anything. Besides, I really had better started on those books, anyway. I've got to finish them. I'll have to think about that."
"About what?"
"Something."
"But maybe the weekend would seem less boring if we did something."
"Like...?"
He shrugged.
"Anything."
She shook her head.
"I don't think so, besides, I don't think I'll be in the mood to go anywhere. Not the library, I guess. I just got my parents to go last week. If I had money, the bookstore, but, no, and I doubt they have the books I want, and you wouldn't by any chance know where I could find el Mojado, or Ni Parientes Somos, do you? I've been looking for those songs forever. I've been wanting to buy Intocable's Contra Viento y Marea, but...I was an idiot not to get it when my brother was buying cds. No good movies, something I would like would be to see horses, but, of course, there aren't any around here. I hate cities!"
"Horses? You like horses?"asked Pietro.
"Of course I like horses. I like horses, cattle, sheep, chickens, cats, dogs, fish, oh, I like all animals. Not so fond of exotics, though. Birds a little bit, I always wanted a scarlet macaw, because that's what Iago is, but...really, I don't like exotics, except for fish. I love aquatic animals. I love the water!"
Pietro listened to her go on. He himself wasn't too fond of animals. They were hairy, and left their hair on his clothes, they bit, they smelled bad, and he was afraid of large animals, especially horses.
"Oh, well, you know I might find a place where we could see just that. Do you ride?"
"Really? Do you suppose we could? Well, not very well."she said. "I always really wanted to, but my parents never cared for me to learn."she sighed. "It's the same with the swimming. I always wanted to learn, but my parents never let me learn. I always wanted to, though. Riding, I've read quite a bit about it. I know I'll never be a professional jockey, or anything like that, but at least riding for pleasure. I've only been on a horse a couple of times, but I love them!"
Pietro nodded.
"Well, that's probably where we'll be headed this weekend, if I can manage it."
She laughed.
"You know something I've been wanting to do, also. Ver una corrida de toros!"
"What?"
"You know, the men go out and they hold this um, blanket or something, and the bull is right there, and...I don't know how you say it in English, but, you know, torear."
"Oh. I think I know what you mean."
"I've been wanting to see one for some reason. Isn't that odd?"
"Not at all."he said.
Later in the day, Pietro searched Lance, since he would probably know where to go.
"I was wondering if you could tell me of a place not to far away from here where I can go horseback riding. Or at least see the horses."
Lance stared at him.
"I always got the impression that you were afraid of them."
"Well, you got the wrong impression."
"Oh, well. I really can't see you on horseback, but come to think of it, you would probably be a good jockey. For racing. You're pretty light. That might help the horse go faster."
"I could go faster than all of those animals put together! See, that's just why I want to go, to see exactly how much faster I am than them."
"Why don't you try the dog racing-"
"No! I said the horses!"
Lance told him where to go.
"I think I'll be working there this weekend, too."he said.
"Well, whatever you do, you don't know me!"said Pietro.
Lance shrugged.
"I've never seen you wear pants before!"said Pietro.
"Well, I don't usually wear them. I'm a lady. Ladies always wear skirts. Not pants, como los machos. However, if I'm going to go riding, I might as well."
He nodded. He should have asked Lance for some tips on horseback riding. He hoped he wouldn't make a complete fool of himself, as he knew absolutely nothing about horses to begin with.
"I wonder if they have Arabians! I always wanted to ride one of those horses! They are so beautiful! You can tell them apart by their eyelashes, of course, since they're from the desert. I always wanted one to name name Sultan, and one Ali, but that's more of a name for a cat, don't you think? But definitely Sultan."
"Both sound like good names to me."said Pietro.
When they got there, Pietro was almost shaking. He hoped he wouldn't pass out, or scream or something when he came too close to the animals. Magdalena looked around, to see if there were any Arabians. Pietro just tried to stay as far away from them as possible without having her suspect.
"You are just lucky to be here today, you know."one person was telling them.
"W-why is th-that?"asked Pietro.
"Are you all right?"he asked him.
"Oh, just fine. It's just that...it's a little cold in here, don't you think?"
"Um, anyway, see, because that way, you can take a couple of tips from the master himself. I've honestly never seen anyone ride like that guy!"
"Too true."said Lance.
"Oh, hello. You're from school, aren't you?"
"Yeah."
"Another Asimovian. That's how I like to think of myself, reading Dr.Asimov's books."
Lance smiled.
"Do you have any Arabians?"she asked.
"Oh, over here, she's my favorite!"said Lance, ignoring the look Pietro was giving him.
"She is beautiful, isn't she?"commented Magdalena.
"Yeah, well, in my opinion, they're the most beautiful breed."
"I didn't know you liked them so much."said Lance.
"I wish I could have a horse of my own."she sighed.
"Well, the least we could do is grant the lady her wish."said a voice behind them.