Across the Green Grass Fields (Wayward Children, #6)

by Seanan McGuire

Loving horses didn’t make her strange, and strange was something to be feared and avoided above all else in the vicious political landscape of the playground, where the slightest sign of aberration or strangeness was enough to bring about instant ostracization.

Anything with enough brain to know itself as an individual will reach out to others, looking for companionship, looking for other eyes with which to see the world.