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"Maybe," She went into an extended trot, testing Raptor. |
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He smiled slyly, extending his trot so much farther and faster than her he shot ahead. "Ha! I never told you WHY the trot was my preferred gait!" He laughed. "Warmbloods are VERY good at extended trots. Galloping? No. Cantering? We can make Tim look pretty. Walking? That's normal. Trotting? We are the champions!" He grinned, happy to be actual... a little good at something |
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She broke into a slow lope, keeping pace with him. "I've never met a Warmblood before, so I wouldn't know" |
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"Ahh. Poor you." He looked alongside her, keeping pace. "Where are we going?" |
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"To find someone." She spoke, hesitantly. She slowed to a walk, before stopping for a moment. |
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He stopped, looking half concerned half confused. "... who?" |
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"My sister..." She mumbled |
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"Hmm. It would've been nice to know that before, so I could run faster." He joked. "Come on, let's get going." |
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"She- She's so far away... it will take a long time" She started walking the direction she was headed. It's gonna take days, She thought to her self as she walked on. |
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"That's fine. I'll stay with you." He said, walking along with her. They covered terrain for days, walking, trotting, cantering, then starting over. Sometimes they galloped. |
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Evening Thunderstorms, Hail Possible
