The Stables [midmorning-onwards]

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Aravis had a horse. She knew there were several others who had horses, too -- she'd said good morning to those horses when she'd carefully gotten Trenor out -- but she felt hers was the best. Clearly.

So, Aravis, her pockets full of apples, was carefully walking Trenor around the yard, and had located a mounting block (plus there was a little bit of fencing she could climb up, if she needed) for later.

[ARAVIS WILL GIVE HORSIE RIDES. So, um, open. I go into heeeeeavy SP at 4 EST though.]

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"Hellooooo Aravis!" Éowyn said. "Windfola is almost done eating. He needs to have his whole apple so he'll be big and strong. Like Trenor!"

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"Trenor's a gelding," she told her and no she still did not know what that meant. "So he's not that big, but that's 'cause he's a not a warhorse! I'm not allowed near those."

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"Anything bigger than me is big," Éowyn insisted. "I can't go near the biggest horses either. Uncle says those are for the men."

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"That's what Father says!" Aravis said, nodding. "And my mother and my nurse and no one lets me pet them, even."

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"When we get bigger, we'll show them we can pet all the horses in the world without getting hurt," Éowyn said insistently. "Then they'll have to let us do it whenever we want."