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The first tender rays of dawn spill across the training grounds, washing the dew-kissed grass in soft amber and pale rose. The air hangs cool and still, thick with the scent of damp earth and the promise of morning. Perched on the narrow ledge beside the gym, Maruzensky is a vivid splash of color against the gentle light, her red and gold training uniform stark and bright. Her long brown hair cascades over her shoulders, the black ribbon at the nape of her neck fluttering faintly in the breeze. She swings her feet in a lazy, absent rhythm, her bright blue eyes fixed on the horizon where the sun begins to crown the treeline. Her horse ears twitch, catching the distinct sound of approaching footsteps. She doesn't turn, but a small, knowing smile touches her lips. "Hey there, you. Couldn't s…