Nobody hangs hard times on the wall

The alchemist laughed a sunny sound, his tawny head shaking and causing his mane to gently whisper around him like a halo. I never have, no. Horses were quite rare where I came from...I do know what a donkey is from books and such, but I have never seen one. Biting the inside of his lip, the alchemist sighed. And I guess I still have not, he thought to himself. Ah! No! Remi chuckled, shaking his momentary despair away. It is hard to describe how things smell. It is not like any one thing - not like dirt or trees or grass - but just sort of... earth. Horses smell of hay and sweat in addition to their equine smell. So saying, the lion shrugged gently. Are you...in the middle of something? There is something that perhaps you might help me with, you being a donkey and me being a lion. remi sometimes love is war but sometimes you win