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“Sounds good. You want to find a place to sit?”
“I bet you say that to all the guys you end up injuring.”
She laughed unexpectedly. “What?”
“And what to eat?”
"Yeah!"
She considered him thoughtfully for a moment, saying nothing before moving on.
"Well, you can get a coffee like you have in the mornings, although a white mocha might be up your alley..."
He seemed fairly well trained in horse riding as they galloped down the streets, lying close to the back of Mack.
"I'm great. I'm making griddle cakes!"
She grinned at him delightedly. "Thanks, Sariel. This is why I keep you around."
He draped one arm over her shoulders, kissing the top of her head. "Yeah, it was. What would you like?"
He scoffed, raising one eyebrow. "A race? Come now, Avice, you must know how immatu-" He took off with his horse, sprinting.
He came over to her den, mixing some sort of batter in a wooden bowl. His black eye looked worse in the morning light, and he had a thick bandage...
"Lying is a sin, right Sariel?"
He looked down at her in surprise. "Hm? Oh... yeah. They sent me to this city after... you know, after my parents... and my caseworker brought me...
"My horse is cooler than yours," he said absently.
Dali was powered down next to her den, as usual, with Mo curled up on the outer edge of the bed.
"Sure doesn't seem like nothing."
He nodded and led her in, looking around with a strange expression on his face.
He followed her, speaking quietly to his horse.
