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Late afternoon, and Daniel is in the stables before it gets completely dark. The sky is completely clear, and it's going to be a cold night. Outside, it makes his bones ache, so he is inside. Despite the work that does remain, there.
Crabapple nudges his shoulder over the wall of her stall, and he pats her nose absently.
Too much to do, and a body that isn't inclined to obey him at the moment. Never mind the time. Maybe some of that tea he traded Gwen for will help. He starts cleaning up.
Crabapple nudges his shoulder over the wall of her stall, and he pats her nose absently.
Too much to do, and a body that isn't inclined to obey him at the moment. Never mind the time. Maybe some of that tea he traded Gwen for will help. He starts cleaning up.