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Aodren pats Falon’s head gently, despite his fingers shaking slightly. The hart breathes out next to his face, making him giggle. It’s like he knows the moment is important - but after all, hallas are smart creatures. Of course Falon knows.
“Are you ready, da’len?” Deshanna smiles.
Aodren nods, takes a deep breath in, then climbs on Falon’s back. He can’t help but smile broadly when he’s seated, nor can he stop his happy laugh when Falon starts to trot. And when they eventually gallop for the first time together a few minutes later – Aodren has never felt more alive before.