The Gig, Wednesday

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Edmund was not very fond of trekking through snow. Snow falling was fine. Riding through snow was okay, but not ideal. But having to walk through snow had bad memories attached and he tried to avoid it as much as possible. It wasn't possible today, not without leaving the horses and he couldn't do that.

If he seemed more frowny than usual today, it was because he was as he groomed, fed, watered and covered the horses so they were comfortable.