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Atisia (marten) is visible :3
The task of finding her a suitable horse drove her to visit the stables quite often. She could not get on any of them, because she didn't know how to ride. It was uncommon, in her upbringing in the Great Tribe, not to have learnt how to ride, but she had spent most of her time with her aunt. Her mother's sibling had not always been well, and Ulilohi had spent hours caring for her. Her parents likely allowed it because the aunt was in the council, and maybe they hoped that it would bring Ulilohi to choose a profession from those experiences. They had not been disappointed when Ulilohi was made councilwoman, but that didn't change the fact that the brown-pelted female didn't know how to ride a horse. So, she was visiting the stables from time to time, mostly just to look at them, as if that would do her any good. Atisia had brought her to go down there this time to maybe approach one of the carers and see if they could help out, and finally Ulilohi had agreed. When she did find a carer, though, she was quickly distracted.
Io and a friend whom she had never seen before were building something, and the councilwoman could not stop herself from approaching. With an arm raised in greeting, she quickly approached the two, eyeing the male curiously. "Unalihelitseti, Io. — and your friend. Dohadvne?" Ulilohi gave her usual nod and glanced at the construction work, unable to immediately construe what it was for.
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