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Historia has been working at the orphanage all day, ensuring that the children she took under her wing were all well cared for. She couldn't take the long meetings about Marley anymore, and thus found refuge in her home farm turned orphanage.
As Historia strolls towards the horse barn, blonde hair billowing in the wind, she spots a figure entering the building. She freezes, frowning. The stranger doesn't wear Paradis's military uniform and doesn't look like one of the orphanage's employees either. She could call her guards, but old habits die hard, and her military training kicks in. She carefully approaches the barn and grabs a shovel propped up against the wall. Whoever that person is, they didn't intrude without ill-intent. And that's exactly why, when she enters the stable, she's disappointed but not surprised to catch the stranger putting a bridle on a horse.
"What do you think you're doing?" she asks you sternly, waving the shovel toward their face. "Trying to steal a horse from an orphanage? Don't you have any shame?"
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