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Speaker of the Dead
Join Date: Oct 2002
Location: Superbia
Posts: 868
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Almarien shouldered his pack, then went out to the stables to saddle Lacho, his bay gelding. He grabbed a handful of hay and let Lacho eat it, then leaned over the stall's divider and fed Eorlyn's horse some. A very pretty horse, as he had noticed before. He smiled as he stroked Lacho's neck. The horse whickered softly, and Almarien threw the saddle blanket over his back.
"We've a while to go before dark tonight," Almarien whispered as he straightened the blanket. The horse seemed to understand, and dipped his head sagely as Almarien put the saddle over his back and tightened the girth. He slipped the bridle over Lacho's face, easing the bit into his mouth. After adjusting the stirrups and whispering a few more words, Almarien led him out of the stalls. They had miles to go before they slept. [ May 29, 2003: Message edited by: Orual ]
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