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She considered him as he spoke, patiently listening to his reasoning as to why he didn't want to hang around the Commons. Fair enough, I s'pose. Though he might benefit from having a chat with th'lad, rather than rushing ladies off their poor hooves.

The overo mare flicked the long strands of her pale tail across her hocks, but kept the thoughts to herself. It wasn't her place to be chastising a herd stallion on his business, especially when she barely knew the man and not the first thing about running a herd herself. She and Dougal had done a fair job for themselves, but it had been the two of them for a herd as long as she could remember. Apart from rememberin' the niceities, she wasn't even entirely sure that she would do well as a herd mare.

Well, a body is a body after all. A small sigh was drawn in as he continued with his counterpoint to her potential reluctance. She hadn't meant to give him the idea she was resisting - Grier wasn't really interested in fighting him - but she appreciated the kindness all the same. It was a bit of a weird conundrum.

Doesnae sound like the man really wants me, she thought, the words tinged with wistfulness in her mind. It wasn't that she wanted to be the prettiest or the most desireable, but feeling wanted would have been a bit of a plus. As it stood, this was hardly better than her father trading her off as a young filly. Probably has a family an'home he wants to get back ta.

"I can accept yer terms, then." She said somewhat impulsively, not wanting to get lost into the what-ifs and the what-could-have-beens.

I'll just have ta see wot it's like 'n go from there. See wot it's like 'n maybe try again for a wean of my own if'n he's a decent sort She continued reasoning before letting out a sigh. "Lead away then lad."