[The horses continue to look at the girl curious before the mare slowly reaches out to accept the touch, nostrils quivering before releasing a strong, warm wuff of air. The stallion will follow as well, bumping its nose against Lyria's hand.]
Seems they accepted you. Here—
[He pulls out something from his pockets and takes Lyria's hand, covering it with his own before he drops a few sugar cubes into her palm.]
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Seems they accepted you. Here—
[He pulls out something from his pockets and takes Lyria's hand, covering it with his own before he drops a few sugar cubes into her palm.]
This will win them over.