[Their ears are pricked forward immediately upon seeing and catching a whiff of the sugar cubes. However, rather than both at once, the black stallion takes a step to the side, tail swishing idly as he bobs his head towards the mare to go first. There's a pleasant little whicker as she bumps her head against his neck before daintily reach out, velvety lips shuffling around to grab one sugar cube before she steps back to let the stallion take a turn, who also gently takes the other sugar cube.
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Watching this Eustace feels a little strange...
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He may need to keep them separated more often—]