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Zelda sighed softly, but smiled as she shook her head. "Silly Storm...I swear that horse..." She handed the buckets to her clanmate and rolled her shoulders, jogging up the hill toward where he said Storm had rushed off to. She searched in front of her, looking around for the white horse. Its color should be easy to see among the brown and green of the clearing. She listened around for her horse, calling its name and whistling for her.

(Listen rolled a 17, Spot rolled a 13.)