"That would be quite a problem, bringing it down like that." Meghan nodded slowly, as she considered all the things that her father, that no one in the family except for Aedan, knew, and those weren't on the same level at all, but hard enough. "That MUST be strange." she agreed. "Not sure I would like it so much as that."
She laughed over her shoulder watching that. "They're friendly, both of them." she said of the mule and tiny horse. "They can't come out without Aedan around, but they like to be petted."
After a bit of fumbling around, she emerged, with a hawk perched on the glove on her arm, and carrying a dead mouse in one hand. "Best I feed him outside. There's a woody area I've been taking him to."