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Grace is good with horses.
News of the Winter Festival wasn't hard to come by in these parts. A place with trading, feasts, and new things to see. Being the curious girl that she was, Grace was obliged to attend. She had left Layla to her own devices for the day, and with only Taj, atop her head in his usual perch, to accompany her, she explored the festival thoroughly and with great interest.
Horses seemed to attract her like magnets, and she saw these ages away. They weren't in the best of shape, but they seemed strong and healthy, and she hoped that they would be bought off quickly by those who could afford them better care. As she moved toward them, she nearly ran clear into a girl, a blonde dog dragging a coyote by a choking collar. She cringed, frowning in disdain. Her upbringing had been doused in personal freedom; slavery fell into a category of things that she didn't much care for.
Then again, she didn't know the details. Maybe there was a reason? It wasn't really her place to judge others.
She approached the horses slowly, easily, reaching into a pocket for carrot pieces. She wasn't sure that she had the resources for a second horse, let alone four more, but she could at least give them some good treatment.