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Sometime after her walk with Caspian, Susan finds herself in the castle stables. She's missed riding, although she'd prefer less of the frantic riding she's experienced in the past few days.
Telmarene horses are fine creatures. Susan can tell their bloodlines are old just by looking at them. They aren't like the talking horses she knew in her Narnia, but they are lovely. Fine as they are, she seeks out the mount that has carried her through the past few days.
As she wanders through the stables, she smiles when she spies Peter.
"Hello, brother."
Telmarene horses are fine creatures. Susan can tell their bloodlines are old just by looking at them. They aren't like the talking horses she knew in her Narnia, but they are lovely. Fine as they are, she seeks out the mount that has carried her through the past few days.
As she wanders through the stables, she smiles when she spies Peter.
"Hello, brother."