Peony and Gwenneth returned from their ride. Peony had enjoyed the ride
with Gwenneth and the conversation that had occupied it. They spoke of
many things, from the weather to the passing of the Elves to the Grey
Havens.
The two returned their horses to the stable. Peony removed Surefoot's
saddle and began brushing her off. Gwenneth did the same. The elf
whispered elvish things into her mare's ear.
Peony just talked to Surefoot like she was a person. "Been my friend
all this way Surefoot. I hope you enjoyed the ride." The horse nudged
Peony's chest. "Be good and I'll bring you back an apple."
She looked over to Gwenneth, "I'm starving. Want to go and get
something to eat?"
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