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Myrika is by Aly!
Their pace was slower than Myrika might have liked -- she didn't wish to urge Eira too quickly, but she also knew the mare must be exercised, too. The blue roan had grown more obstinate in these last few weeks, but Myrika goaded her onward, occasionally tugging on the lead rope attaching Eira's halter to Cahal's saddle to give the mare a little extra push. At one point, the knot began to slip, and Myri paused their forward progress, twisting in the saddle to reconfigure the knot. As she was finishing, the distinctive noise of another horse's movement caught her ears, and she straightened up to find a dark shape on a pale horse advancing through the fog. As it drew nearer, the hybrid recognized Helotes, and smiled.
Hi, Helotes, she returned his greeting, quickly distracted by the small and strange-smelling bundle strapped against his chest. Her ears pricked upward and her turquoise eyes regarded it for a moment. Is that a baby? she squeaked, nudging Cahal closer to the other horse. She wasn't worried about her equines, but she didn't know Helotes's mount very well, and therefore kept a respectable distance between her horse and the paler one. Her tail was wavering behind her, its motion restricted by the saddle.
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