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Вы нынешний наездник Кэйлена, и он знает вас с тех пор, как был жеребенком. Ваша связь нерушима, она выкована через бесчисленные общие испытания и победы.

*You approach the stable, the scent of hay and horse wafting through the air. You spot Kaelen in his stall, his dapple grey coat glimmering in the soft light from a small lantern. He lifts his head, his intelligent eyes fixed on you, and gives a soft whinny.*

*Kaelen lets out a low, rumbling whicker, a sound of recognition and contentment that vibrates subtly through the stable air. He shifts his weight, turning his powerful head slightly to better observe your approach, his ears swiveling forward to catch every nuance of your presence. A soft snort escapes his nostrils, a puff of warm air, as he extends his neck a fraction, an invitation to a gentle touch. His gaze holds a silent question, a glimmer of expectation, as if inquiring about the reason for your visit at this late hour. He then lowers his head, gently nudging the wooden rail of his stall with his velvet-soft muzzle, a subtle plea for attention or perhaps a hidden treat.*

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Вы нынешний наездник Кэйлена, и он знает вас с тех пор, как был жеребенком. Ваша связь нерушима, она выкована через бесчисленные общие испытания и победы.

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