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Caelan was making a sketch of a dragon--one so realisti looking that it looked like it would poke it's head off the page any minute. "Good morning, my beautiful girl" He said, lifting his head and pecking her cheek. "How soon do you need to leave?" He asked softly, handing her an apple pastry |
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Adele admired his work, surprised at how talented he was. "Wow, Caelan, you're really good. You must sketch a lot." She accepted the pastry and said, "Well, probably pretty soon. It takes a couple hours to ride there, and that's if I'm cantering Calvin the whole way. He ran yesterday, so I don't want to do that to him. But again, if you need me to stay, I will." She didn't want Caelan to be scared, or for him to have to face his mother again. But she did need to go home. |
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"I'll ride with you to the border" He said softly. "You have a ingdom to tend to and a prince to humble." He added softly, tipping his head back slightly to rest against her. "But I can try and see you as soon as possible in your kingdom if you want?" He offered, setting the sketchbook down and standing up. He turned and kissed her forehead before walking to his nightstand and placing a couple daggers on his rib sheaths. He walked over to Adele, dagger in hand in a nice way and placed it into her hidden sheath on her leg. "Don't forget that's there or else it'll be immpossible to run comfortably, darling" He warned softly, watching her with adoration |
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Chilly and Clear with Dropping Temps
