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She stood up, stretching out her forelegs carefully. She had to be delicate with her muscles, giving them plenty of rest and extension. She'd spent a few months fanatically practicing the art of meditation, last autumn, and forgot to perform the necessary amount of movement to remain in good physical form. Since then there'd been a war and a ridiculous amount of travelling, and she'd regained some strength, but she was never going to be the naturally athletic type. "He will probably be at the stables with the horses," she advised the other sagely. "I will tell you how to find them. This is a large territory and I cannot show you everything in one day, but now you are a resident of course you will have plenty of freedom and time to explore. The main thing is to decide where you would like to see first..." He was a Cavalier, so perhaps she should take him to the training grounds. However, those were a long way, almost as far as the stables and there would probably be no point, as she hardly ever used the place and didn't know a great deal about how it worked and what equipment could be found there. The most she'd ever done was throw knives at the wooden dummy targets. It would be better for another member of the Cavalry tier to explain things, or for him to figure it out for himself. Besides, the Chien Hotel was on the way and almost half the distance. "What kind of dwelling would you prefer to reside in?" she asked him with her precise English. "There is a grand old building most of us choose to make home, the Chien Hotel with many free rooms to choose from. Some have houses in a town known as Lunenberg, and others have lived in cabins further away from the more settled areas." There was a vague southwards direction they would most likely be taking, whatever answer he gave, so she started off this way now, slowly at first - almost theatrically so, taking slightly exaggerated high-stepping paces, silently marking the momentous occasion of the newcomer entering the borders for the first time. She looked back to see if he'd caught on or even notice, another bright glint in her eyes the only sign she didn't mean to be entirely serious. Of course, it was a portentous moment and worth marking, but there was no need to turn it into a celebration march. Maybe he'd just think that was her ordinary style of walking, like some kind of trained princess. The thought was amusing, but as usual her straight face did not falter for a second.
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