Peony pointed to the innkeeper Aman. "See that woman over there? She is the innkeeper." Peony thought for a moment. "Why don't you check in and I'll go wait for you out in the stables. Sure foot is probably wondering why I haven't come to visit her yet."
Gwenneth nodded in agreement and went to get a room. Peony walked outside and was refreshed by the morning air. She took the path to the stables and entered.
In a far stall Surefoot neighed gladly to see her master. "My dearest friend." She patted the mare on the head and ran her hand down Surefoot's face. "Want to go for a ride?"
The horse neighed and nudged Peony's chest. "First we must wait for my companion, do not be so anxious." Peony began to brush Surefoot off as she waited for Gwenneth.
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