Ariadne knelt down, holding out her hand for Magnet to sniff to his heart's content. Aside from horses, she was pretty good with animals. It was just a matter of knowing the right way to approach them. Palm up was always best. It exposed the veins in the wrist, signaling vulnerability. Which usually signaled no threat.

If only humanoids worked on the same basic instincts. They would be so much easier to understand!

For example, Ariadne wondered if it was polite or rude to ask someone their blood type. She, of course, had nothing to hide. But in some places, it was polite to ask a lady her age whereas in others, it was considered the height of social faux pas.

Humanoids. So odd.

"No," she said, looking up at him with her kind, gray eyes. "I don't think so. I think I'm what they call a 'Warmblood?'"