"...Thunder clouds and lightning bolts the next?" she finishes his sentence for him. "Women can be mysterious folk, when with child. Even among animal-kind."
When it comes her turn to be fed, Katherine cautiously ducks her head around the corner to peek into the stall, before raising the latch. She's met with a disapproving nicker, and the sound of shifting hooves.
"Hey there, girl," she whispers, voice level and calm. "Uncomfortable, ain't ya? How 'bout some breakfast, hmm?"
It's obvious by the way she's breathing, and the frustrated way she tosses her head, that the mare is in foul spirits, so Katherine is careful not to tempt her luck. She ignores the mare for the most part, humming softly as she fills the trough. She takes her time, not wanting to spook the horse into any kind of negative reaction.
After a moment or two, the mare begins to shift, uncertainly, almost rocking on her heels in indecision, before stepping slowly to the trough beside Katherine.
Katherine doesn't look at her, or make any move to touch her, but softly she begins to murmur to her. Soon, the horse's ears perk, and her body language relaxes, as she begins to feed.
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"...Thunder clouds and lightning bolts the next?" she finishes his sentence for him. "Women can be mysterious folk, when with child. Even among animal-kind."
When it comes her turn to be fed, Katherine cautiously ducks her head around the corner to peek into the stall, before raising the latch. She's met with a disapproving nicker, and the sound of shifting hooves.
"Hey there, girl," she whispers, voice level and calm. "Uncomfortable, ain't ya? How 'bout some breakfast, hmm?"
It's obvious by the way she's breathing, and the frustrated way she tosses her head, that the mare is in foul spirits, so Katherine is careful not to tempt her luck. She ignores the mare for the most part, humming softly as she fills the trough. She takes her time, not wanting to spook the horse into any kind of negative reaction.
After a moment or two, the mare begins to shift, uncertainly, almost rocking on her heels in indecision, before stepping slowly to the trough beside Katherine.
Katherine doesn't look at her, or make any move to touch her, but softly she begins to murmur to her. Soon, the horse's ears perk, and her body language relaxes, as she begins to feed.
"Atta girl. You just take your time with that."