There was a string of ponies, and about a dozen handlers, lined up on the hard-packed earth of the yard. There were also a lot of onlookers, enough that you could reasonably call them an audience. Mags could sense Dallen’s presence somewhere nearby; hiding, although it never ceased to amaze him how something as obvious as a big, snow-white horse could manage to hide. That was good, he was going to need every bit of Dallen’s help he could get. He really wished Amily was here now. Her Gift of reading animals would have helped tremendously. :Just put one hand on each pony’s shoulder, and let me see what I can see,: Dallen told him soothingly. :I’m confident we can get six good mounts out of this lot. They sent you good ponies, Chosen. None of them are too old, nor too young, none have been injured, and none of them have vicious temperaments. I think they’re all mine-pony stock, which is good for us. Mine-ponies need patience.: Well, Dallen would know. During Kirball matches, while he communicated with the other members of the team, and read the surface thoughts of their opponents during a match, Dallen was the one who kept track of the horses.
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