Orion was timid of the stranger at first, but he was friendly despite his Master, and he let the stranger pet him. He decided to sniff at him and his hair.
"Comin' through!" a hay bale called that was walking down the stable isle. "Right down the middle folks. Occasionally wandering to the right." There was laughter like this might be amusing, before the hay bale sat down next to Rowen to reveal that it had a face.
A face that looked at him oddly, then at Orion, then at the face. "A cousin of yours?" Pale hair! Haha!