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Spots
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The tall mage's pony came to an abrupt stop, patiently turning to the leafy grass that lined the edge of the road. A large plumed hat fell off of his rider's head and landed near Spot's grazing place.
I'm not picking that up, Spots said vaguely. He lowered his head to the ground to pick at a clump of grass.
Tell the Stork-Man to get it himself, a horse named Cloud told her human. The Daine-girl looked at her tall companion, visibly repressing giggles.
"I think you're going to have to get that yourself."
Spots watched his master climb down and retrieve the fallen hat.
"Your majesty," the man said to Spots before climbing back into his saddle.
Serves him right, Cloud said. She groaned lightly. The Daine-girl was giggling again. I hate it when she does that.
The Stork-Man makes her giggle a lot, Spots said.
"It's almost dusk; maybe we should camp here tonight," Daine said.
If you're going to 'canoodle,' as you so delicately put it, I am going far away; it gets noisy.
The Daine-girl gasped. She looked to Spots.
"Do you feel the same?" she asked. The Stork-Man looked on in confusion, wishing once more that he could listen in on both sides of these conversations.
Spots neighed, and followed Cloud. He heard the Daine-girl call after them.
"Don't wander too far."
Two-leggers, Cloud said again. As if I'm the one who needs supervision.
The Stork-Man will take care of her, Spots said, rearing back and starting to trot. Let's go.