[clover is, blessedly, an easygoing horse, despite its height and girth, as a drafthorse. steveβs approach has it snorting once, but allowing for the bag to be taken from where it had been looped onto the saddle. reckoning something is the matter, the smart animal start to stroll closer to them, though still keeping a distance as it grazes.]
βthanks.
[reaching inside the bag, she pulls out a pear.]
Want one?
[and takes a bite from it, handing the bag over to steve to look through if he wants. The juice of the fruit spills over the corner of her mouth, and wanda wipes the back of her hand over her chin.]
no subject
βthanks.
[reaching inside the bag, she pulls out a pear.]
Want one?
[and takes a bite from it, handing the bag over to steve to look through if he wants. The juice of the fruit spills over the corner of her mouth, and wanda wipes the back of her hand over her chin.]