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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Trenor trotted a bit around the yard, though Aravis kept close care to make sure they didn't go too fast. "It's like flying!"

[momslilassassin]

Ben didn't agree with that, but he didn't want to make Aravis sad. "Like being on a speeder bike," he said, nodding.

Luke flew slowly when Ben was aboard.

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"I don't know what that is," she replied. "At home, I ride much faster than this, but I am not allowed near the big horses."

[momslilassassin]

"They get bigger?" Ben didn't look all that thrilled to hear that.

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"Warhorses are huge," she said, nodding. "For battle!"

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"Do they use their teeths?" Ben asked nervously.

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"Just to eat apples, like Trenor," she promised. "Trenor's a little boy horse! He's going to stay little like this forever, but warhorses are biiiiiiiiiiiiig."

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"Bigger'n trees?" Ben asked.

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"Bigger than some trees!" she offered.

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Ben's mouth dropped into a silent "oh."