The Stables: Late Friday night

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Trenor was in his stall, which wasn't a surprise, because that was where a horse belonged. He didn't seem too happy about it, though, as he lipped half-heartedly at the clip Karal had put on the catch so he couldn't get out.

Then he sighed and started nosing at his feed bucket, catching it in his teeth and rattling it. And then he started digging careful holes in his shavings and blowing at the floor. He was bored, and he missed his person.

Sighing again, he hung his head over the stall door, ears drooping as he looked forlornly at the outside door.