The Stables [afternoon]

[bloody_luck]

"Hi Pips hi

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[notqueenyet]

"Do I gotta kiss you?" Aravis wondered. "I have my own horse."

[bloody_luck]

"No," Mat said slowly, "but it'd be polite to."

[notqueenyet]

"It'd be polite to kiss my hand because I'm a lady," Aravis pointed out.

[bloody_luck]

"A real lady?" Mat replied. "Like in the stories?"

[notqueenyet]

"Yes," Aravis said, straightening her posture. "I'm a Tarneena." Someday she'd get that word. "I'm a lady. My father is a lord."

[bloody_luck]

"Ooooh," Mat said, much more impressed than he'd be in a few years. "I've never met a Tarnea."

Close, Mat.

[notqueenyet]

It was acceptably close to Aravis. "So do I gotta pay you to ride your horsie? 'Cause I have my very own and he's a lady's horse. He's all gentle."

Aravis much preferred horses that went fast, honestly, but she was being a lady today.

[bloody_luck]

"Pips is a warhorse," Mat said, eyes wide. "He goes fast! He's better than gentle."

[notqueenyet]

"Biiig," Aravis said, staring at Pips. "Trenor's a lady's gelding."

She didn't know what that word meant.

[bloody_luck]

Mat frowned in thought. "I'm not sure it works like that. I'll have to check with Da."

[notqueenyet]

"What's your Da do?" Aravis wondered. "My father is the lord of our province. He's very busy."

Which, in Aravis' opinion, was not a good thing.

[bloody_luck]

"My da's a horse trader," Mat said.

[notqueenyet]

"D'you get horses for free?" she wondered.

[bloody_luck]

Mat shook his head. "He gets horses and gives the men tabac and wool and sometimes little boys if you don't out of there right now, Matrim," he recited.