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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"Training?" Aravis asked curiously.

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"If I'm going to be a Force Captain, I have to train every day with swords, blasters, and command," Adora recited, having heard it hundreds of times before. "Don't you train?"

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Aravis tilted her head. "I ride horses and sometimes my nurse teaches me to sit still like a proper lady. And I learn to tell stories!"

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"Sit still?" Adora made a less-than-proper face at that. "Why, I think I'd rather die." She could deal with stories, and she'd say as much if it didn't ruin the dramatic affect she had going with the talk of death.