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You close your eyes comfortably, welcoming the silence around you. Then-- Your light snoring fills the air.  A gentle prodding in your side wakes you from your slumber. As your eyes groggily open, your first thought is that the sky is dim. Uh-oh. You'd better get back to the lodge! Who knew what-- "You don't care much for taking precautions, do you?" A voice interrupts you from nearby. As you slowly rise to a sitting position, a Painted Unicorn steps into view. She has a kind enough expression on her face as she watches you, but the glare you return to her is a somewhat irritable gaze. After all, you were sleeping before she kicked you. Only a moment later, the rumble of pounding hooves in the ground jars you, and a slightly larger mare comes into view. "Ha-hah!" she exclaimes. "I win."  The new arrival seems to be the younger of the pair. Her enthusiastic words and restless fidgeting lead you to that conclusion. She seemed never to stay in the same place for long. "Mirith!" the first unicorn whispers. She almost seems embarrassed. "Not now!" Mirith looks at her and grins mischievously. "Don't want the traveler to know, Yanver? I won." She laughs. "Which essentially means you lost the bet." The first--Yanver, it was?--snorts exasperatedly. "All right, Mirith. You won the bet. You can have the good grass." You can't help but notice the sarcasm dripping from her voice. "But don't call me Yanver!" "Yan'verana, then," she agrees. She could afford that small concession, you figure. Yan'verana takes a deep breath, then exhales slowly. "Thank you." You clear your throat pointedly. Mirith laughs. "You can go--" "I seem to recall that I was the one talking to the traveler?" Yan'verana looks at you. "You may leave anytime." She glares at Mirith, who returns the gaze defiantly. You struggle to keep your laughter hidden as you tell them good-bye. Only once you're out of sight do you let your composition go. Your chuckles soon die by themselves, though, as you rush to get home before the sun sets.
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