Holly put her thumb and middle finger under her tongue and whistled the pony back. 'No need to wander off fully loaded.' she admonished him. 'Here, let me take the packs off.'
'You want to help with the other side, Bird?', said Holly deftly untying the knots holding the packs on her side.
Birdie approached the pony warily, and he looked in her direction with a certain mischievous glint in his eye. They had met before, as he recalled.
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Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.
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