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At the sound of her voice, the sounds had all but disappeared. Saeryn stepped from Dawndancer's stall and looked toward the direction of the conspicuously absent noise.
Perhaps a horse? she thought. Or did I not hear mention of a litter of kittens?
She moved down the line of stalls, stopping to caress each horse and to look in the stall. If there were kittens in there, she would move them. Accidents happened with horses' hooves, and she did not desire to find the younglings too late.
She stroked the nose of a handsome gelding. His fur gleamed golden in the morning light. A slight rustle sounded from the stall opposite. Saeryn turned, crossing the aisle in a few short steps. A small girl knelt huddled in a corner. If will could make one invisible, she surely wouldn't have been there.
"Here little girl," said Saeryn softly. "what's wrong? I thought you were a kitten." She smiled, offering the second apple to the terrified child.
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