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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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"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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