"I don't know, maybe you'll meet them some day" she said with a petite roll of her shoulders. "I see them sometimes, but I suppose not as often as I would like. But so it goes... I'm a grown mare filly now, so they saw it best to try and strike out on my own."
"Oh. yes. well," she said, her attention back on his saddle, "It does bit you. There's nothing wrong with black and gray," she said smiling down at her legs and flipping her ebony mane over her shoulder, "Obviously."
