(oops. Cyril will end-up with two broodmares and nothing to ride)"Probably" Alice answered to both, then looked over at the broken corral. "We'll have to fix that before too long" She smiled and entered the corral
Rosalyn nickered and moved away from her, watching warily
"I'm no carpenter," Cyril admitted, holding up his hands. He followed Alice, moving off another direction once inside.
Nymph stood at what was left of Rosalyn's hay. All the paint had been doing since arriving was eating, and eating and eating. She watched the humans uneasily, but she sensed no ill-will from either of them.