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There was a gloomy overcast to the sky as I woke this morning. As I got up I caught myself wishing I could just stay in bed, but there were horses to feed, and stables to muck. I pulled on my plain brown tunic and boots, clasped my belt around my waist, bound my red, unruly locks into two braids, and went downstairs just as the sun was rising.

"Mornin' Ivyy,"Durnel, the innkeeper, called to me as I came down.

"Mornin' Durnel," I responded.

It was the same thing every day. The routine never changed. Durnel had been like a father to me since the day he found me wandering the streets, hungry and alone. I was about ten, he told me, and I have no memory of anything before that. That was five years ago, and ever since then I've been the stable keeper at old Durnel's inn. Durnel said he'd never seen anyone with such a talent with horses before. When he'd first shown me those stables it seemed I knew exactly what to do and, almost instinctivly, just what the horses wanted.

I went out back towards the stables, my thoughts on feeding and brushing....

To Be Continued...