* It was twenty-three minutes after midnight. Daerohil drew back at the unfamiliar spirit of the older girl before him, startled but not frightened. *
You are new? There were other new ones, they left. Saw them from the stables, tried to follow them. Might be an herb in the garden for Whinney, Calimiel will know. The little mistress of the Castle. Of deeds I know naught, I'm but a stable lad!
* Daerohil giggled with good humor. * Move now, or I'll run right through you! I'm finding Calimiel. Real hide-and-seek!
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