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A few minutes later, Tori came out of her room wearing clothes suitable for archery. She had changed her bun braid for a simple side braid, had her quiver on her back and her bow in hand.
A few minutes later, Tori came out of her room wearing clothes suitable for archery. She had changed her bun braid for a simple side braid, had her quiver on her back and her bow in hand.
Adrien caught himself staring and quickly looked away, training his eyes on the thickly carpeted floor. You ready?"
Tori nodded. "Definitely."
Adrien tentatively offered her his hand, this time. “Let’s go.”
Tori let herself be led to the stable. She walked up to her trusted chestnut coloured horse, unoriginally named Chestnut.
Adrien leaned against the wall of the stable, holding out a hand to stroke the beautiful horse.
Tori stroked Chestnut's nose and then climbed onto her back, no saddle.
“No saddle?” he asked, slightly worried for her safety.
"I barely ever ride with a saddle. It's safe."
Adrien nodded, stroking the horse's head again. "He or she?"
"She. Chestnut is the foal of my mother's horse," Tori explained. "Well, before she died."
Adrien went still for a moment, nodding. "Oh. I'm sorry."
"It's fine. My parents died 6 years ago. At least I have their graves to go to."
“I know but… still. Sorry.”
"Which is where I want to go now."
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