Rowen stood to the side, closer to Orion's stall so that the walking, talking hay bale could get through, but it was dropped almost on his feet instead. Was it for Orion?
Rowen looked from the horse, to the man who had been carrying the hay bale, little bits and pieces stuck in his hair, and then back to Orion. "Nah," Rowen said, "Orion is much prettier than I am."