The Stables [afternoon]

[notqueenyet]

If there was one benefit to having servants -- and Aravis, between her growing sense of independence and the reminders on her back, didn't really think there were many benefits at all -- it was having someone to groom the dog for her when she was busy with Trenor

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[bloody_luck]

After his bloody strange sword class with the equally strange instructor, Mat needed something familiar.

"Hello, Pips," he said to his horse, then flushed a little in embarrassment when he realized he wasn't alone.

"My lady," he said, tone mocking as he grinned.

[notqueenyet]

"Oh, it's you. My day is now complete," Aravis said, grinning back. She nodded to Pips. "Is he yours?"

[bloody_luck]

"He is," Mat said, patting the brown gelding on the nose. "Meet Pips."

[notqueenyet]

"Hello, Pips," Aravis said politely. "This is Trenor." She pat her own gelding's nose. "He'll share his apples, should Pips like."

He'd share inasmuch as Aravis had apple control, you see.