"So Bree, have you found yourself a mistress yet?" asked Hwin.

Bree and Hwin had been friends for ages. They were both talking horses of Narnia, but when they were just young foals they were kidnapped- or stolen- or captured- whichever you would like to call it. But they had escaped, Bree with a boy turned prince, turned king and Hwin with a Terkeena turned queen. They had meet along the way to Narnia. But they had stopped of at Archenland to drop of their boy and girl and they had traveled the remaining distance to Narnia. Now every year they traveled down to Anvard to visit their boy and girl. That was where they were headed now, in fact.

Bree snorted, "Yes… well, no… not exactly."

Hwin snickered, "Well what exactly is it?" she asked.

Bree thought for a moment. "The first I saw her was at a port some miles away from Cair Paravel," started he. "She and her family rent themselves out to take travelers to where ever they need to go."

Hwin nodded, "Good trade. Though if she and her family are free Narnian horses, why must she work?"

"I think it's because they like helping others," he confessed.

Hwin hmmed, "Sounds like she is very much unlike you."

Bree didn't respond.

"Weeelll," Hwin said impatiently, "aren't you going to tell me what she looks like? What's her name? Does she ever have her main braided? How many hands high is she? Does she like to role around in the grass like you like to? Is she very nice? Does she have the 'Narnian twang'?" She spit fired questions like a squirrel runs after drinking the strange Dwarvian drink they call 'coffee'.

Delighted at having the chance to talk about his secret crush, Bree told Hwin all he knew of her. "She's all black with three white socks, two on her front hooves and one on her back right hoof. She's about 13 hands high. I've only ever met her twice and she was very nice both times and she is cute and amusing when she gets annoyed and angry. One time a parade of Calormenes came through her stables and with the last one it was extremely amusing to watch her yell at him. She does have a Narnian twang but not very noticeable. She does role in grass because one time I found her doing so on accident- No, don't give me that look! It was an accident! I swear! And her name is Ethel."

Hwin listened amusedly the whole time. Just wait until Cor and Aravis hear of this little tid-bit of information…

HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY, CRAZY DYSLEXIC!

I sencerly hope you like your late present. I hope you like it since you mentioned that you like Ethel.

Love you!

~Massy~