Dynaviir looked up at Ninial and smiled. He was feeling a bit more relaxed now, and he was glad she had come. He had wished for friendship when he came.
"I've had her ever since the war ended" he said. "She is from Rohan, and one of the soldiers gave me her after I saved his life. She was very young then, and she should not have been in the battle. But now she has grown, and she has grown with me."
"She likes you." He smiled at Ninial and his eyes seemed to be more focused now, less brooding. "Please, sit down, she would like you to stroke her mane."
He looked into Doienwei's eyes, and he whispered something to her. She neighed slightly, and tilted her head as in agreement. He smiled at his pony. "Doienwei says you look trustworthy, and she would like your company too." Doienwei neighed again and looked up at Ninial, almost smiling.
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