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This table is for J'adore Austral! 
The morning had been calm and Tha Spaniard had taken time to finish. He could have finished them fairly quickly but there was no reason to rush. Then he had taken 'Quera out on a trek, which had taken him to to the Oasis. Today, out of laziness more than choice, he rode bareback. 'Quera's head bobbed up and down happily as the midday sun hit his rear. J'adore gripped on tightly with his legs and allowed his arms to sit lazily on his lap as 'Quera plodded along, rather ungracefully for a horse as graceful looking as him. The sun shone through the boughs of the surrounding trees. What a differance from the ashlands they had just passed. 'Quera had been very unsettled as they passed the Arabic tankers, but he soon calmed when they entered the more peaceful greenary.
After avoiding a small pool of water, 'Quera, despite being a tall, strong, proud stallion, reared a little after a chipmunk dashed across his path. After settling the stallion, J'adore dimounted and walked away to do a little more exploring. The cremello male followed his tan master happily, though looking around sheepishly and following so closly his snout was nearly touching J'adore neck. The atmosphere of the midday stroll was incredibly relaxing, just what the hard working pair needed. At one point he actually did nudge the Spaniard which provoked the male to turn around, and tell his steed to grown up. It took his a few moments to osmose that 'Quera needed some comforting. A half an hour later, 'Quera had been comforted by his master and the pair were now sitting (well J'adore at least) on the floor watching the sky. The stallion's muzzle was practically buried in a large tuft of grass and J'adore's head was cushioned by another. The pair were in heaven.
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