"She's pale, dappled, almost white, or I'd say from her lines that my first guess would be Arabian."
His tone is taking on the sweet, somewhat dreamy tones of someone who is talking in the immediate presence of an anxious, somewhat flighty horse.
"I was walking home from the bus stop when I heard her, and then she was willing to follow me the last mile back to the house. She's very sweet, seems very lonely -- she's a little wary, but she's been pretty friendly to both me and Sif. She's drinking okay, and seemed half-starved -- I gave her about two cups of mash, in one of the slow-feed buckets, and she finished it off and seemed disappointed there wasn't more."
He pauses, clucking a little at the horse under his breath, and sounds thoughtful while he does it.
"I think that was about twenty minutes ago, that she started eating, now."