Of course, the flying ponies. Rob so often forgot how different some of the other worlds people came from really were. It would be a right headache to think about it all the time. "A lot of work, but it sounds fair useful. We were stuck with whatever nature decided to bless or curse us with," he told her. Kinraddie was a tough land that could easily ruin them all with one bad winter that refused to lift. They were probably mad for persevering.
"Their worlds and times are different, I suppose," he conceded, not wanting to be too hard on the other residents. It didn't make it much easier to understand, though. "I'm just not right keen on relying on the supplies behind doors and the occasional generosity of the Island. It can be as cruel as that Scottish weather when it so chooses." Of course it could still ruin all of their hard work easily, in the blink of an eye, but it gave him some small feeling of control to be able to work.