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Alban shook his head seriously. "No, I think you is stronger. But I am better horse rider." With that in his head, he began on a tangent about the pony that he was learning on and the horse that would be his when he was old enough. "She is small, but speedy. She is black and with white dots on her back. Her name is Sally but I call her..." He gave a dramatic pause, "Sal of Speed." He was clearly proud of this nickname. "See, it sounds like her real name Sally but shows how super speedy she is and also sounds cool like my daddy's warhorse's name Victorious that stands for Victor, the real name, but I think the horse I will get when I'm bigger will be a better one, a bigger one so I can fit on it better since I'll be bigger." He stopped to catch his breath and let Caelan or Adele respond. |
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Edited at December 18, 2025 12:14 AM by Fantasy Horses
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Caelan nodded. "Sure will be, bud. How about we get a snack from the kitchens, hm?" He suggested, gesturing down the hall and taking Adele's hand. "What do you think, baby?" |
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Alban smiled and followed the two royals, Adele taking Caelan's hand in hers. Alban was talking about how he had just cantered Sally for the first time two days ago and was already wanting to gallop her, but his instructor said no, etc. etc.. |
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"Aren't you excited, darling?" Caelan murmured. "You know I'm here for you, right? I'm not ever leaving you" |
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Adele tried to smile, but suddenly she was feeling worried. "Yeah, of course I know that." |
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Adele hesitated. It wasn't that she was scared to tell him, it was just that she thought he might think it was stupid. "It doesn't really matter," was all she said. |
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"It always matters to me, love" He said softly as they reached the kitchens. The cook handed little Alban a lemon scone that had just finished cooling. |
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Adele nodded, biting her lip. Alban accepted the scone happily and began nibbling at it, doing his best to make it last. |
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