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(I knew u were.  Night Fishy!)

Allysa stood outside the Inn in the dimming light. The others had gone in. She stroked Ghost and spoke to her softly. Slowly she removed the tack, saddle first, then bridle. She set them on the porch. The mare stood with her head down, listening. Allysa put her arms around the great head and stood that way for a long time, with tears streaming down her faces. "I want you to go home, baby.  Go to Riften. Shadr will take care of you there while I'm gone."

Finally she turned the mare's head in the direction of the road and slapped her on the rump. Ghost took off at a trot, then turned at the road and looked back. "GO!" Allysa commanded, throwing her arm into the air. Ghost turned and trotted off into the sunset. Allysa watched her until she disappeared. Then she gathered up her gear and entered the Inn. She'd sell the bridle and saddle in the morning. For now, she'd just as soon someone cut her heart out, because it was breaking.