Devon stood up, and moved in front of his mares. "Don't worry, honey." He whispered, craning his neck to give her a reassuring look before turning to nicker to the human. He let the girl stroke his cheek, and he moved away to let her near the mare. "Don't worry, Starry. She's a good human. Let her get the halter over your head. That's the pink string thing she's holding." He said gently.
Starry Night stared at Devon as though he'd lost his mind. She glanced at the human and whinnied uncertainly. The Frisian concluded that, at least, the human didn't look or act like it was going to eat her.
Carole slipped the halter over the mare's head. She rubbed her forehead. "Hey, girl." She whispered.
Starry Night's brain kept telling her to move her feet, but the Frisian felt strangely calm. Carole's touch was gentle, and the halter didn't appear to be hurting her, either.
Carole whispered nonsense words into the mare's ear. She rubbed her forehead. Then she looked up and smiled to Devon. "Thanks for bringing her to me, boy," she whispered, and began to lead Starry Night inside. "It was meant to be."
"I don't speak human. What'd she say?" Starry Night whinnied to Devon and tried to turn her head. Then she realized Carole was leading her away from Devon. She didn't like that a bit. "No! Devon!"
"The pasture we're in connects to my stall. Don't worry, dear. I'll be right outside. Just follow her."
Sure. You'll be there until another mare shows up. Starry Night thought to herself, but she followed Carole willingly.
