On gloomy Febryary evening it was hard to remember that the spring was on it's way. There was a real blizzard going on; whirling wind made snowflakes dance madly and Acerbus Farm's estate was covered in dark, almost black atmosphere. Only few yard lights gave their desired light in the darkness.

In a riding hall was also almost pitch black: this last tour de force of winter has broke one of fuse boxes, and now half of the stableyard's buildings were without any electricity, including halls and stables. But that wasn't a reason to miss the daily routines! Iivari had to have both of brutllainers clipped due to their massive, sheep-like wool: likely they were going to melt in, which obviously impaired training pretty much. With only one flashlight and yard light's distant shimmer behind windows he clipped both of farm's "giant sheeps". After that he left fire-red mare Bee in her stall and haltered gray stallion Frans, walking to minor hall with that majestic creature next to him.

There was no lights inside. Frans roared few times and lurked in dark corners while Iivari took of his halter. Tall man clapped his hands together once and watched how his stallion flew away.

Lights glimmered from great windows and made possible to see in otherwise black hall. Iivari stand there silently, watching judging how Frans was turning from scared to joyful horse. Brutllainers haven't been long in Iivari's life, but still even he knew how atypical it was to see this stallion prancing and taking furious speeds after few grand bucks. Man, it must be such a relief to loose all of the wool if it made this grey stallion rejoice! It was a handsome sight: freshly clipped baroque-styled stallion roaming in fascinating lightning, curled hairs floating in the air. Light blue eyes were watching Iivari back when he studied the outcome of his new and exciting life. He has left his former corners to start something bigger, more ambitious and showy.

These brutllainers were only one drop in the ocean: there was so much more high-flying plans in that noble, insomnic mind of Iivari.