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*Feeling a bit dejected, Alanna sits on the wood table in the main room of their flat. It's a sturdy, long table that makes her think of the Great Hall at the palace and Mid Winter feasts. Swinging her legs, she watches the cats curled up on the rug by the fire, apparently oblivious to Alanna's distress.

Cats she can handle. Horses are no problem. Even with all sorts of trunk related mischief, a tinyphant is feasible. But-

Nipping that thought in the bud, she slumps and goes back to thinking about her own parents.*