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Dlameda set a steaming bucket in the lean-to, then walked slowly toward Starflower, stopping near the rear of the snow-unicorn. "Looks like you're doing a great job so far," he said.
Feeling her cheeks grow warm, Jrilii was glad it was so dark. "I haven't done much."
"You kept her calm and braided her tail. That's more than I managed when a mare's water broke early during my first year of foal watch."
Jrilii tried to imagine the dour old healer as a boy of 15, and failed.
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