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The Frasnians were tiny creatures, only two feet tall and about 30 pounds on average. They were extravagant and flaunted power at any given opportunity. Under a Frasnians service, humans were often under pony duty.
Spencer had worked so hard to become a detective. 3 degrees under his belt, he was surprised that finding a temporary owner was the hard part. Gideon, a Frasnian, had interviewed him on the phone, and he was eager to finally meet him. Gideon had called spencer after a year of searching, the government would be happy, he had an owner.
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2 duffel bags held all of his belongings, and spencer had a plane ticket in hand. He'd never flown in citizen seating, much less first class, but here he was. Not in a kennel for the pet section, but an actual airplane seat. Navigating the airport alone was a whole new experience. Book in hand, he read in the waiting area.
"Where's your master?"
Spencer held the tags on his collar for inspection. The slip of paper read "unescorted pet transport" in bright colorful letters. The second slip read "civilian seating."
"I get to meet him soon." He replied smiling.
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It wasn't long until he was in line. The steward clipped his ticket stub and spencer was walking onto the plane. He quickly took his seat and buckled his seatbelt, already back into his novel.
Time flew for the human. They landed sooner than he expected, and he was in the terminal wandering around in no time. He dialed his phone and - "you landed!"
"Yeah. Where do I go?"
"Meet me in baggage claim."
Carry-on bag in hand, he had a bounce in his step as he followed the signs to baggage claim.
"Dr. Reid!" Gideon called out. He scanned the crowd and found a Frasnian waving at him before approaching him. His new master not only used his title, but shook his hand.
"How was your flight?"
"I've never flown in the civilian sector before."
"I wanted to give you a treat along with a new beginning. Let's go home and get you settled."
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They drove into a scenic cabin nestled in the woods. A car sat in the driveway and a dog greeted their entry.
Spencer had put his bags in the guest room, and took Gideon advice and explored.
The stables had a maintained corral, 5 stalls simply outfitted. They had a straw covered wooden platform with a copper drain for his basic needs. A trough and water dish hung off each door. A plastic mattress was dressed in blue bedsheets and had some soft pillows. One stall was adorned with ribbons, a picture of a boy and a pony - pet framed on the outside of the stall. 'Comet.' The plaque read.
"After his passing, my wife took custody of Charles."
Spencer felt sad, "I'm sorry."
The moment passed quickly for Gideon.
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"This is where we'll do a majority of your pony training. You can get fitted for your own tack later on this week if you like."
Spencer nodded, taking it all in.
They settled the evening on the couch, reading.
"Tomorrow is going to be interesting. We start the day at 8, right?"
"Yep. You'll get to meet our coworkers tomorrow."
"We're doing a basic dressage certification training in our time off then?"
"Pet certificates will only get you so far. After you get a working classification, you can access more area easier."
With that in mind, he felt a bit calmer. He was a bit nervous about starting a new life, but the happy kind of nervous.