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Previously:

“By that sin fell the angels.” ~William Shakespeare
Season: 9
JULY
“How come you never talk about your family?”
Eddie glanced up at his friend, startled. “Come again?”
Dani rolled her eyes and inched her chair closer with a harsh scrape against the cafeteria tile. “Your family,” she repeated. “You never talk about them. Do they even know that you’re married now?”
Not we. Never we. Just you. Eddie didn’t blame her, though.
He shook his head in reply. “I don’t talk to my family.”
“Why not?”
He shrugged uncomfortably. “They’re not exactly good people.”
Dani wasn’t giving up though. She had some sort of bee in her bonnet and was ruthless about extracting information when she wanted to. He wrinkled his nose unhappily as she leaned closer with a frown. “I think I deserve to know this story,” she muttered quietly. “Don’t you?”
Staring her down, he hissed, “We’re married in name only, chica. Don’t push.”
Dani rolled her eyes again and sat back. “Eddie, your family is important! You can’t just sweep them under a rug and pretend like they don’t exist.”
“Yes I can,” he insisted. “They’re not good people, Dani. Just leave it.”
Dani huffed. She wasn’t getting anywhere with him. Normally, she’d ask Javier to badger him for more information, but the other jockey had been notably absent as of late.
It had been a week since their farce of a wedding and things were still very tense within the group. Alex had flown back to Kentucky to focus on the freshmen--and Scott, though she didn’t admit it--while Javier and Liam had essentially scattered. She hadn’t seen either of them in a week. As a result, she and Eddie had grown closer out of boredom and necessity. They were pack animals through and through, their group, and suddenly half of said group was gone.
This called for a different approach.
“Fine, you’re right. It’s none of my business.”
Eddie squinted at her suspiciously, but she had learned the innocent look from Alex, the queen of manipulation. Thus, after studying her for a moment, Eddie seemed to accept her words and went back to reading his training reports.
She grabbed her phone out of her pocket and started typing away.

Half a minute later, Javier responded.
They're not good people, his message said, identical to Eddie’s words. It made her think that the two men had this conversation before.
You know something, she shot back.

It's not my story to tell. Just drop it.

Dani glanced up at Eddie, her curiosity peaked more than ever before.

Drop it? Like hell she would...
***
Liam accepted Cyrus’s leg up and settled easily into the unfamiliar seat. Hanson stood beneath him, unwavering. The young freshman didn’t even sidle sideways with the sudden added weight like so many two-year-olds did. Liam could, however, feel the colt vibrating through the tiny saddle. Hanson felt like nothing more than barely-contained energy ready to erupt like a pent-up volcano.
As Liam gathered up his reins and adjusted his helmet and gear, Cyrus stood nearby with Eddie and Lia. The owner was watching Hanson--and by default, Liam--like an eagle waiting to strike. She had been overly critical of the young colt during his training leading up to this race debut, far moreso than she normally was. Liam had witnessed Cyrus slowly descending into frustration at Lia’s remarks, but she was the owner. They were under contract to do what she wanted.
Still, that didn’t stop their head trainer from snarking back at her whenever he felt like it.
Liam had always marveled at BCC’s staff dynamic. He had never experienced anything like it in this field; this group that he had somehow fallen into was truly one of a kind.
A flash of dark hair suddenly caught his eye, and he turned his head slightly to watch Dani approach the clustered group. She in turn was watching Liam. He felt her gaze like a punch in the gut and had to look away. Her new accessory glinted in the sunlight like a beacon.
Focus on the race, he chastised himself. Hanson snorted loudly as if in agreement.
The call for post spurred Liam into action. He nudged Hanson forward to meet their pony escort. The rest of the field swarming around them was acting up, but not his colt. He strutted proudly in his black and blue, decked out in protective leg wrappings and a brilliant blue hood. The blinkers jutting out from the sides undoubtedly helped Hanson in the temperament department. They posted easily around the track and loaded into the gate without any issues.
When they broke at the bell\

they did so with a great, breathtaking lunge that put Hanson well ahead of the other colts. Liam was pleased; this was no simple maiden debut, after all. It was a Grade II. A good break was vital to a chance at the winner’s circle. From experience working Hanson in the mornings, he fully expected the colt to claim the lead and hang onto it. Therefore, he grew alarmed when Hanson tossed his head and deliberately slowed down to let the field swarm around him. Liam fussed and kissed with his mouth and his hands, urging to colt to reclaim the lead, but Hanson refused.
In seconds, they were in last place. Hanson settled a length behind the trailing horse and stayed there despite Liam’s wishes. Even a flash of the whip in Hanson’s limited peripheral vision garnered little response.
As they approached the final furlong of the six furlong race, Hanson finally kicked into gear, but it was far too late. They cleared the wire dead last.
Liam could still feel Hanson coiled as tight as a spring, however. He had energy to spare. Why hadn’t he run?
***
To say that Lia was displeased with Hanson’s career debut was an understatement. She and Cyrus argued long into the night about it before she eventually stormed off the grounds to sulk in her hotel suite. The grooms that were present for the spectacle marveled at the loss of poise the owner showed and wondered why she was so fired up about this particular race. Cyrus was quiet when he emerged from his office, looked haggard and far older than his forty-four years.
The next morning, he sat Liam down and explained their next plan of action--send Hanson out often, and push him to the lead. Liam cocked his head, doubtful, but agreed anyway.
It didn’t work. Just two weeks later they put the colt to the test again, this time in a simple maiden special weight. They yielded the exact same results--a great break, a dramatic fall to the back of the pack, and little to no fire as they approached the wire. Two more starts along these lines would eventually allow Cyrus to convince Lia to send Hanson back to the proverbial drawing board. The colt still breezed beautifully in the mornings, not a bit tired from the rigorous racing schedule he had undergone. It was therefore extremely puzzling and frustrating not only for his people, but also the press, as to why one of the fastest colts in the freshmen crop wouldn’t run during a race.
The rest of the racing world moved steadily onward, never one to stop for a single horse. In Ghoul’s absence, Srslybutyolo claimed yet another stakes win in the Carl Hanford at Del Mar, a tiny little purse race that most people assumed was a warmup for the Grade II Kelso at the end of September. Yolo’s people hadn’t yet confirmed that they were going that route, but it was assumed.
Awapuhi and Datura made their grand return to racing after taking the summer off by going head to head in the GI Clement L Hirsch, with Awapuhi nosing out the blood-marked grey at the wire to secure a thin win and a guaranteed place in the Breeder’s Cup Distaff come November. They could very well be strong competition for Snowbird as the fillies aged more, and Cyrus squinted suspiciously in their proverbial directions in order to keep a close eye on their movements.
Breath of Calm then slammed through the Grade III Shuvee Handicap at Saratoga, untouched in the final three furlongs of the race under a smooth hand ride from her jockey. Her less famous barnmate, Ohm, then galloped strongly home to place second in an allowance race the following day. Q, similarly, did the same in an optional claiming--his best attempt at the winner’s circle yet.
Then on the final day of July, as the sun sank low on the horizon, an elegant but fairly unremarkable colt stepped onto the track for his career debut. Kanelbulle was three now, same as Snowbird, and looked dashingly handsome in his black and blue leg wraps and head cover. His jockey took a deep breath and sank deeply into the saddle.
News of Dani’s return to racing after a long recovery from her injury was little more than a blurb in the Daily Racing Form, but it was a huge moment for her. She leaned low over Bulle’s neck as they loaded into the gate. She even went so far as to close her eyes for a moment, soaking in the familiar sounds and smells as the other maidens clanged about inside their boxes. She found it a bit poetic that her first race back in action was Bulle’s first race, too.
The colt was far gentler than his stablemate, Snowbird. Where the filly was fire and brimstone, he was clouds and cotton. She had never worked him in the mornings; this was her first time on his back. Therefore, she had no idea what to expect as the gates clanged open.
Bulle struggled at first, not used to so many bodies crushing him in from both sides, but his level-headed nature quickly came to the fore. Under Dani’s gentle hands, he swung to the rail and hugged the metal as tightly as he could. His white form cut through the sea of brown on camera, and onlookers couldn’t help but admire his elegance. He was a truly beautiful piece of horseflesh.
They cleared the wire in third place, only a neck behind the winner. Cyrus deemed it a good run and immediately signed them up for another dash at the end of August. Bulle’s next start would be in the Grade I Forego at Saratoga--a bold leap, for a third-placed maiden.
The press began to wonder: did Cyrus Pearce know something about this untested colt that they didn’t?
***
Alex cracked her knuckles to relieve the pressure around the joints and picked up Commodore’s reins. The gelding was shifting excitedly beneath her, his thoroughbred blood coming out in full at the sight of the training ring in front of them. He had never been at a racetrack before but he was extremely familiar with the dressage ring. Already, she could see foam bubbling up around his bit as he rolled it against his tongue.
Clucking gently, she swung him into a bouncy trot. They were still getting used to each other. With all the drama of the spring and summer months, she hadn’t had any time to practice dressage. Commodore had practically wasted away in his stall, neglected in favor of handling the more rambunctious thoroughbreds in the racing string. His grooms doted on him, but his exercise left much to be desired. He had gotten a little fat.
And also stubborn.
He now pushed against the bit, fighting to grab control and break into a choppy canter. Alex held firm, using every muscle in her body to hold him at a trot. It wasn’t pretty, and it didn’t feel great, but she managed to hold him in check.
Three trips around the ring later, Noddy finally gave up his fight for control and gentled his movements.
There it is, she thought silently. There’s the trot she was looking for. His dam was famous for her smooth, elegant movements and Noddy had luckily inherited them from her. Now that he wasn’t fighting her, his choppy movements smoothed out into a gentle roll rather than a harsh bounce. It was much easier to sit this type of trot. In that instant, she also felt him lean into the bit. His neck arched beautifully and his spine straightened into the correct shape.
They went through the paces together for half an hour, just warming up and relearning how to talk to each other again. Once they were both sweaty and breathing hard, Alex pushed him into a strong canter and asked him to complete an old circuit of hers that she had perfected with Natasha.
Eventually, she pulled him to a halt and patted his sweaty neck. He blew out a pleased breath, sides heaving from the exercise, and Alex knew that the exercise had been good for the both of them. She promised herself to not neglect his exercise again. Noddy was no lawn ornament, after all. Her aunt had purchased him specifically for Alex’s dressage goals and he needed constant stimulation and mental upkeep to stay calm.
Cooing her apologies, she hopped out of the saddle and guided him back to Barn 12. Eddie was there inspecting Aztec’s legs. She took a moment to marvel at the gold glinting off his left hand. The barn’s atmosphere had been weird lately, and she was loathe to stir the pot even more, but she had something that she needed to tell everyone.
Might as well start now, she thought to herself.
“Hey, Eddie?” she spoke tentatively. Alex heard a responding grunt. “Can you come out here for a second? I have something to tell you.”
That shock of red hair appeared over the stall door. Eddie frowned at her, but dutifully patted Aztec’s neck before stepping out.
“What’s up?”
Alex scrubbed a hand through her hair nervously. “I’m honestly not sure how to say this,” she hesitated.
Eddie shrugged his shoulders and leaned against Aztec’s door, hands in his pockets. “Just say it,” he said simply.
She nodded. Right. Just say it.
“I’m moving.”
Eddie’s eyebrows rose quickly. “Moving?” he parroted. “What do you mean?”
“I’m moving to Kentucky. Permanently. Lia offered me a full time position there as Emma’s assistant trainer.”
Eddie straightened and grabbed her elbow, drawing her closer. His face twisted slightly, a strange mixture of excitement and sadness flashing across his pretty features. “That’s amazing!” he said. “I mean, it sucks, but it’s good, you know?”
She smiled back at him. It was bittersweet news. She was so happy about the change; more money, more experience, more hands-on time with the youngsters… More time with Scott, her brain whispered helpfully. But of course that meant leaving the team here. She had gotten used to their nomadic lifestyle; always traveling with the horses, always shifting locations, all the hustle and bustle of the backstretch. It would be hard to give it up.
“Cyrus knows,” she continued, “but you’re the only other one I’ve told so far.”
“Dani’s not going to be happy,” he murmured.
“I know.”
He squeezed her elbow comfortingly before letting go. “I’ll keep quiet until you tell her. I’m really happy for you, Alex.”
Alex wavered for a moment, then gave in to the urge to be close and squished herself against her friend’s chest. She felt Eddie’s chuckle rumble through his sternum. She was going to miss them all so very much.

Shown:
Name: Hanson
Barn name: n/a
Gender: Colt
Age: 2
Breed: Thoroughbred
Height: 16.1hh
Color: Bay
Genotype: Ee/Aa
Markings: Star/stripe, small white spot on right shoulder
Build: n/a
Temperament: n/a
Discipline: Flat racing
Bloodlines: HARPG: Pipinoukhe x Moirai , Tied To Time

Art, Story, and Characters (C) me

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Previously:

“By that sin fell the angels.” ~William Shakespeare
Season: 9
JULY
“How come you never talk about your family?”
Eddie glanced up at his friend, startled. “Come again?”
Dani rolled her eyes and inched her chair closer with a harsh scrape against the cafeteria tile. “Your family,” she repeated. “You never talk about them. Do they even know that you’re married now?”
Not we. Never we. Just you. Eddie didn’t blame her, though.
He shook his head in reply. “I don’t talk to my family.”
“Why not?”
He shrugged uncomfortably. “They’re not exactly good people.”
Dani wasn’t giving up though. She had some sort of bee in her bonnet and was ruthless about extracting information when she wanted to. He wrinkled his nose unhappily as she leaned closer with a frown. “I think I deserve to know this story,” she muttered quietly. “Don’t you?”
Staring her down, he hissed, “We’re married in name only, chica. Don’t push.”
Dani rolled her eyes again and sat back. “Eddie, your family is important! You can’t just sweep them under a rug and pretend like they don’t exist.”
“Yes I can,” he insisted. “They’re not good people, Dani. Just leave it.”
Dani huffed. She wasn’t getting anywhere with him. Normally, she’d ask Javier to badger him for more information, but the other jockey had been notably absent as of late.
It had been a week since their farce of a wedding and things were still very tense within the group. Alex had flown back to Kentucky to focus on the freshmen--and Scott, though she didn’t admit it--while Javier and Liam had essentially scattered. She hadn’t seen either of them in a week. As a result, she and Eddie had grown closer out of boredom and necessity. They were pack animals through and through, their group, and suddenly half of said group was gone.
This called for a different approach.
“Fine, you’re right. It’s none of my business.”
Eddie squinted at her suspiciously, but she had learned the innocent look from Alex, the queen of manipulation. Thus, after studying her for a moment, Eddie seemed to accept her words and went back to reading his training reports.
She grabbed her phone out of her pocket and started typing away.

Half a minute later, Javier responded.
They're not good people, his message said, identical to Eddie’s words. It made her think that the two men had this conversation before.
You know something, she shot back.

It's not my story to tell. Just drop it.

Dani glanced up at Eddie, her curiosity peaked more than ever before.

Drop it? Like hell she would...
***
Liam accepted Cyrus’s leg up and settled easily into the unfamiliar seat. Hanson stood beneath him, unwavering. The young freshman didn’t even sidle sideways with the sudden added weight like so many two-year-olds did. Liam could, however, feel the colt vibrating through the tiny saddle. Hanson felt like nothing more than barely-contained energy ready to erupt like a pent-up volcano.
As Liam gathered up his reins and adjusted his helmet and gear, Cyrus stood nearby with Eddie and Lia. The owner was watching Hanson--and by default, Liam--like an eagle waiting to strike. She had been overly critical of the young colt during his training leading up to this race debut, far moreso than she normally was. Liam had witnessed Cyrus slowly descending into frustration at Lia’s remarks, but she was the owner. They were under contract to do what she wanted.
Still, that didn’t stop their head trainer from snarking back at her whenever he felt like it.
Liam had always marveled at BCC’s staff dynamic. He had never experienced anything like it in this field; this group that he had somehow fallen into was truly one of a kind.
A flash of dark hair suddenly caught his eye, and he turned his head slightly to watch Dani approach the clustered group. She in turn was watching Liam. He felt her gaze like a punch in the gut and had to look away. Her new accessory glinted in the sunlight like a beacon.
Focus on the race, he chastised himself. Hanson snorted loudly as if in agreement.
The call for post spurred Liam into action. He nudged Hanson forward to meet their pony escort. The rest of the field swarming around them was acting up, but not his colt. He strutted proudly in his black and blue, decked out in protective leg wrappings and a brilliant blue hood. The blinkers jutting out from the sides undoubtedly helped Hanson in the temperament department. They posted easily around the track and loaded into the gate without any issues.
When they broke at the bell\

they did so with a great, breathtaking lunge that put Hanson well ahead of the other colts. Liam was pleased; this was no simple maiden debut, after all. It was a Grade II. A good break was vital to a chance at the winner’s circle. From experience working Hanson in the mornings, he fully expected the colt to claim the lead and hang onto it. Therefore, he grew alarmed when Hanson tossed his head and deliberately slowed down to let the field swarm around him. Liam fussed and kissed with his mouth and his hands, urging to colt to reclaim the lead, but Hanson refused.
In seconds, they were in last place. Hanson settled a length behind the trailing horse and stayed there despite Liam’s wishes. Even a flash of the whip in Hanson’s limited peripheral vision garnered little response.
As they approached the final furlong of the six furlong race, Hanson finally kicked into gear, but it was far too late. They cleared the wire dead last.
Liam could still feel Hanson coiled as tight as a spring, however. He had energy to spare. Why hadn’t he run?
***
To say that Lia was displeased with Hanson’s career debut was an understatement. She and Cyrus argued long into the night about it before she eventually stormed off the grounds to sulk in her hotel suite. The grooms that were present for the spectacle marveled at the loss of poise the owner showed and wondered why she was so fired up about this particular race. Cyrus was quiet when he emerged from his office, looked haggard and far older than his forty-four years.
The next morning, he sat Liam down and explained their next plan of action--send Hanson out often, and push him to the lead. Liam cocked his head, doubtful, but agreed anyway.
It didn’t work. Just two weeks later they put the colt to the test again, this time in a simple maiden special weight. They yielded the exact same results--a great break, a dramatic fall to the back of the pack, and little to no fire as they approached the wire. Two more starts along these lines would eventually allow Cyrus to convince Lia to send Hanson back to the proverbial drawing board. The colt still breezed beautifully in the mornings, not a bit tired from the rigorous racing schedule he had undergone. It was therefore extremely puzzling and frustrating not only for his people, but also the press, as to why one of the fastest colts in the freshmen crop wouldn’t run during a race.
The rest of the racing world moved steadily onward, never one to stop for a single horse. In Ghoul’s absence, Srslybutyolo claimed yet another stakes win in the Carl Hanford at Del Mar, a tiny little purse race that most people assumed was a warmup for the Grade II Kelso at the end of September. Yolo’s people hadn’t yet confirmed that they were going that route, but it was assumed.
Awapuhi and Datura made their grand return to racing after taking the summer off by going head to head in the GI Clement L Hirsch, with Awapuhi nosing out the blood-marked grey at the wire to secure a thin win and a guaranteed place in the Breeder’s Cup Distaff come November. They could very well be strong competition for Snowbird as the fillies aged more, and Cyrus squinted suspiciously in their proverbial directions in order to keep a close eye on their movements.
Breath of Calm then slammed through the Grade III Shuvee Handicap at Saratoga, untouched in the final three furlongs of the race under a smooth hand ride from her jockey. Her less famous barnmate, Ohm, then galloped strongly home to place second in an allowance race the following day. Q, similarly, did the same in an optional claiming--his best attempt at the winner’s circle yet.
Then on the final day of July, as the sun sank low on the horizon, an elegant but fairly unremarkable colt stepped onto the track for his career debut. Kanelbulle was three now, same as Snowbird, and looked dashingly handsome in his black and blue leg wraps and head cover. His jockey took a deep breath and sank deeply into the saddle.
News of Dani’s return to racing after a long recovery from her injury was little more than a blurb in the Daily Racing Form, but it was a huge moment for her. She leaned low over Bulle’s neck as they loaded into the gate. She even went so far as to close her eyes for a moment, soaking in the familiar sounds and smells as the other maidens clanged about inside their boxes. She found it a bit poetic that her first race back in action was Bulle’s first race, too.
The colt was far gentler than his stablemate, Snowbird. Where the filly was fire and brimstone, he was clouds and cotton. She had never worked him in the mornings; this was her first time on his back. Therefore, she had no idea what to expect as the gates clanged open.
Bulle struggled at first, not used to so many bodies crushing him in from both sides, but his level-headed nature quickly came to the fore. Under Dani’s gentle hands, he swung to the rail and hugged the metal as tightly as he could. His white form cut through the sea of brown on camera, and onlookers couldn’t help but admire his elegance. He was a truly beautiful piece of horseflesh.
They cleared the wire in third place, only a neck behind the winner. Cyrus deemed it a good run and immediately signed them up for another dash at the end of August. Bulle’s next start would be in the Grade I Forego at Saratoga--a bold leap, for a third-placed maiden.
The press began to wonder: did Cyrus Pearce know something about this untested colt that they didn’t?
***
Alex cracked her knuckles to relieve the pressure around the joints and picked up Commodore’s reins. The gelding was shifting excitedly beneath her, his thoroughbred blood coming out in full at the sight of the training ring in front of them. He had never been at a racetrack before but he was extremely familiar with the dressage ring. Already, she could see foam bubbling up around his bit as he rolled it against his tongue.
Clucking gently, she swung him into a bouncy trot. They were still getting used to each other. With all the drama of the spring and summer months, she hadn’t had any time to practice dressage. Commodore had practically wasted away in his stall, neglected in favor of handling the more rambunctious thoroughbreds in the racing string. His grooms doted on him, but his exercise left much to be desired. He had gotten a little fat.
And also stubborn.
He now pushed against the bit, fighting to grab control and break into a choppy canter. Alex held firm, using every muscle in her body to hold him at a trot. It wasn’t pretty, and it didn’t feel great, but she managed to hold him in check.
Three trips around the ring later, Noddy finally gave up his fight for control and gentled his movements.
There it is, she thought silently. There’s the trot she was looking for. His dam was famous for her smooth, elegant movements and Noddy had luckily inherited them from her. Now that he wasn’t fighting her, his choppy movements smoothed out into a gentle roll rather than a harsh bounce. It was much easier to sit this type of trot. In that instant, she also felt him lean into the bit. His neck arched beautifully and his spine straightened into the correct shape.
They went through the paces together for half an hour, just warming up and relearning how to talk to each other again. Once they were both sweaty and breathing hard, Alex pushed him into a strong canter and asked him to complete an old circuit of hers that she had perfected with Natasha.
Eventually, she pulled him to a halt and patted his sweaty neck. He blew out a pleased breath, sides heaving from the exercise, and Alex knew that the exercise had been good for the both of them. She promised herself to not neglect his exercise again. Noddy was no lawn ornament, after all. Her aunt had purchased him specifically for Alex’s dressage goals and he needed constant stimulation and mental upkeep to stay calm.
Cooing her apologies, she hopped out of the saddle and guided him back to Barn 12. Eddie was there inspecting Aztec’s legs. She took a moment to marvel at the gold glinting off his left hand. The barn’s atmosphere had been weird lately, and she was loathe to stir the pot even more, but she had something that she needed to tell everyone.
Might as well start now, she thought to herself.
“Hey, Eddie?” she spoke tentatively. Alex heard a responding grunt. “Can you come out here for a second? I have something to tell you.”
That shock of red hair appeared over the stall door. Eddie frowned at her, but dutifully patted Aztec’s neck before stepping out.
“What’s up?”
Alex scrubbed a hand through her hair nervously. “I’m honestly not sure how to say this,” she hesitated.
Eddie shrugged his shoulders and leaned against Aztec’s door, hands in his pockets. “Just say it,” he said simply.
She nodded. Right. Just say it.
“I’m moving.”
Eddie’s eyebrows rose quickly. “Moving?” he parroted. “What do you mean?”
“I’m moving to Kentucky. Permanently. Lia offered me a full time position there as Emma’s assistant trainer.”
Eddie straightened and grabbed her elbow, drawing her closer. His face twisted slightly, a strange mixture of excitement and sadness flashing across his pretty features. “That’s amazing!” he said. “I mean, it sucks, but it’s good, you know?”
She smiled back at him. It was bittersweet news. She was so happy about the change; more money, more experience, more hands-on time with the youngsters… More time with Scott, her brain whispered helpfully. But of course that meant leaving the team here. She had gotten used to their nomadic lifestyle; always traveling with the horses, always shifting locations, all the hustle and bustle of the backstretch. It would be hard to give it up.
“Cyrus knows,” she continued, “but you’re the only other one I’ve told so far.”
“Dani’s not going to be happy,” he murmured.
“I know.”
He squeezed her elbow comfortingly before letting go. “I’ll keep quiet until you tell her. I’m really happy for you, Alex.”
Alex wavered for a moment, then gave in to the urge to be close and squished herself against her friend’s chest. She felt Eddie’s chuckle rumble through his sternum. She was going to miss them all so very much.

Shown:
Name: Hanson
Barn name: n/a
Gender: Colt
Age: 2
Breed: Thoroughbred
Height: 16.1hh
Color: Bay
Genotype: Ee/Aa
Markings: Star/stripe, small white spot on right shoulder
Build: n/a
Temperament: n/a
Discipline: Flat racing
Bloodlines: HARPG: Pipinoukhe x Moirai , Tied To Time

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