"I'm pretty sure this was not my idea," Amos returned, and offered a hand
out to help Kat back to his feet. "You can but I really don't recommend it.
She's just, uh, cross. A lot. A grumpy sort of soul."
As was Kat, so in theory they had a lot in common and could get along. Amos
shrugged and glanced back at the bronc mare, who was jogging closer to
investigate Amos's sorrel, ears pricked and vague thoughts of bossing her
on her mind.
With his other hand, Amos pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket.
Only some of them. :D
"I'm pretty sure this was not my idea," Amos returned, and offered a hand out to help Kat back to his feet. "You can but I really don't recommend it. She's just, uh, cross. A lot. A grumpy sort of soul."
As was Kat, so in theory they had a lot in common and could get along. Amos shrugged and glanced back at the bronc mare, who was jogging closer to investigate Amos's sorrel, ears pricked and vague thoughts of bossing her on her mind.
With his other hand, Amos pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket.