Well, dwelling what the idiot had or hadn't thought or said was stupid. Past was past and he was still himself, always would be. Maurice blinked and dragged himself back to reality. Just in time to hear the golden mare's snappish words and to see her turn tail and take to the skies.
Clearly his questions had either angered or disconcerted her. Perhaps both. Well, it didn't matter; better that she left before something in her head snapped and she attacked him.
Sighing softly to himself, the stallion turned in the opposite direction and took off at an easy canter. Good grazing wouldn't find itself after all; he had other places to be this day with or without an irritable mixed blood.
