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The royal palace is quiet. Everyone sane is still asleep. Outside, however, in this last hour before dawn, the first tentative stirrings of daily life are underway.
"Step down," Alanna says quietly to her blindfolded friend. Spotting a steaming pile of horse droppings, she hastily adds, "And to the left. More left! More left! Good."
There's no mistaking the smell of the stable yards, nor the faint sounds of creaking leather and snorting horses impatient for their morning oats; unless, Alanna thinks, you've never been in such a place and are remarkably dimwitted. She trusts that Mel will figure it out and takes a step back, hands at her hips, eyeing Raph. She shrugs and wrinkles her forehead: should we take it off now?
"Step down," Alanna says quietly to her blindfolded friend. Spotting a steaming pile of horse droppings, she hastily adds, "And to the left. More left! More left! Good."
There's no mistaking the smell of the stable yards, nor the faint sounds of creaking leather and snorting horses impatient for their morning oats; unless, Alanna thinks, you've never been in such a place and are remarkably dimwitted. She trusts that Mel will figure it out and takes a step back, hands at her hips, eyeing Raph. She shrugs and wrinkles her forehead: should we take it off now?