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Atraeal, Arlyth's stallion awaited his master. Arlyth vaulted onto the beast, after hugging Sylquis one last time, knowing it might be the last time he ever saw his aunt. Once on Atraeal's back, Arlyth bade the stallion trot over to Alae, were the young elf asked softly, "Still angry with me?" his tone was barely above a whisper, and none but her could hear him, and even she had a slight problem hearing his question. The boy's eyes were earnest. "Might I ride beside you, cousin?" he asked, his tone pleading. It was painfully obvious he wanted to be back in Alae's good books, and wanted to forget about his earlier misgivings.
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