Fíadh eagerly continues brushing the pony, even using her free hand to gently stroke his cheek. It's not exactly the soft fur she expected, but neither is it unpleasant. And even as small as he is she can feel the thick muscles of his neck ripple beneath the brush. He's tiny, but he's strong. She can certainly appreciate that. And, yes, she is finding a tugging emotion at her heart that is seeming more and more like … adoration?

“What will you use him for? He can’t do any regular horsework.”