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It's September now. On Thisby, that means the weather would be going cold but today the sun beats down on us, bright and hot. Dove seems happy, so I roll up my sleeves and take through the countryside in widening circles, working her up to an easy canter. Her continued pampering seems to have done her good here in Darrow; her coat is bright and shiny and her gait is perky, playful even.
Her health is good and I don't care that I'm having to work hard to make ends meet to keep us both in grain because she's getting better care than I could ever have given her.
There's not much countryside within Darrow's invisible boundaries and I don't think I can take her through the city without consequences for everyone involved. So today I'm winding her over to the forested parts of Darrow. The paths there are intermittent but I'm sure she's up to the challenge.
Her health is good and I don't care that I'm having to work hard to make ends meet to keep us both in grain because she's getting better care than I could ever have given her.
There's not much countryside within Darrow's invisible boundaries and I don't think I can take her through the city without consequences for everyone involved. So today I'm winding her over to the forested parts of Darrow. The paths there are intermittent but I'm sure she's up to the challenge.
