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A slightly subdued Hanild has finally made her way out to the stables. Even though some of the animals are strange, she finds it as relaxing as she did at home. For the moment, she's sitting in a corner, knees pulled up to her chest, and is just thinking.

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Sparhawk is leading Faran back into the stables when he sees her. He gives her a questioning glance as he puts faran away and as he curries the great beast, speaks.

"Good afternoon, neightbor."

She looks over at the voice.

"Oh, hello." She nods to Faran. "Is he yours?"

He grins and dodges as Faran tries to bite him, cuffing the horse lightly for it.

"As much as he is anybody's he is mine. He is a great lout of a horse, but he is a good friend as well."

Hje turns his ehad back to her.

"Faran is his name. Sir Sparhawk, is my own."

"He's lovely." She smiles, more to the horse than the man. "I'm Hanild of Rohan."

He smiles slightly, his bleak face not really brightening all that much.

"He is, and knows it, conceited lout that he is."

He keeps on working with the horse, Faran glaring at him.

"A pleasure to meet you. Hanild."

"And you." She nods.

"I wish I had a horse here."

"You ride?"

It isnt surprise in his voice, just questioning. He racks the currying tools and dumps feed into Faran's trough, enought to make sure he eats, but not enough to overfill him.

"Were there amny horses where you come from?"

Hanild smiles slightly and nods.

"We are known as the Horselords, so yes, there are many horses."

He nods politely as he exits the stall, and locks it with a peculiar lock, designed to keep Faran in, bnut also allow him to unlock it. Faran is somewhat more intelligent than most horses.

"Ah, and you could not bring any to Milliways with you?"

He hasnt learned much about the whole dead thing yet.

"I didn't know I was coming here." She shrugs. "I guess my horse wasn't meant to follow me."

"Ah. I am sorry. I would let you ride faran, but he has a tendency to Bite. And kick. and trip riders. And throw them."

Faran bares his teeth at Sparhawk, and Sparhawk smiles blandly back.

"Maybe he doesn't like being ridden."

"Oh, he does, well enough, he is just rather a brute and a brat about when and where and how. He is a bad tempered one, but he and I get along well."

"Well, as long as you get along." She nods again. "I know well enough some horse are more temperamental than others."

He smiles slightly.

"We do, and have for many years. This old man is glad for this old horse."

He clouts Faran on the shoulder which brings a nicker and a glare-smile. Which is an odd expression on a Horse.

"What sort of horses did you ride where you came from?"

"Mostly they are just horses, but we have perfected the breeding and riding of them."

A small pause. "There are a few, though, that are different. The mearas. They are smarter and live longer, but they are finicky."

Sparhawk nods.

"Sounds like Faran. He is long lived and very smart. Smarter than a few of my comrades in the knights in fact."

His face twists in a kind of smile.

Hanild smiles at the horse.

"Where is it you're from? Perhaps he is one."

"A land called Elenia, and no, he is a Roan, a specially bred one, readied for me from birth."

He smiles slightly.

"He and I have been together for quite some time."

"I understand. It is often thesame for us. We choose a horse when we're very young and it is ours until death, usually."

He nods.

"It sounds like an interesting place to live. What did you do there?"

"Not very much." She smiles. "My father was King. I was just a lady."

"Would you not be a Princess, then?"

He smiles slightly.

"In my woirld they are usually assigned such tasks as greeting strangers and arranging the courtly fucntions."

"Princess, yes." She agrees. "I had no assigned duties. I did what I wanted, for the most part, so long as I stayed out of trouble."

Sparhawk nods.

"Ah. What did you choose to do, then?"

"Sang, danced, played in the stables." She shrugs. "Nothing important."

"And now that you are here? How will you choose to live?"

She is not exactly showing herself in highest graces of his opinion.

"So far, it's not much different. Except, of course, that I'm dead."

He blinks then nods.

"My apologies, Madame. I had forgotten that the dead walked here."

"It's alright." A small smile. "How were you supposed to know?"

He nods.

"If Bar lets me out again, and lets me remember this time, I will see if I cant bring back a horse with me when next I come. If I have any warning. No rider should be without a horse."

Her eyes widen.

"Oh, there's no need to go through all that trouble for me." Her expression, however, gives her away. She'd love a horse.

"If Bar lets me and give me warning it would not be trouble. The stables at Cimurra have plenty of extras for training purposes and I can check one extra out, as Consort. No one generally asks me about such things."

"I would appreciate it very much, if it is possible."

He smiles and nods to her, almost a bow.

"I will do my best then. Now if you will excuse me, I have a need to return to the Bar. I will see you around later."

Then he does bow to her and turns to go.

"Of course." She smiles at him one last time, then returns to her thinking.

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