Edinburgh didn't have much in the way of modern high rises, that was true, but Meghan had, of course, seen pictures of places like New York, and she'd been shopping once, in London, though that had mostly consisted of going from shop to shop and trying to find a dress that was both pretty and in style and also didn't set off her father's protective instincts TOO much. She hadn't paid TOO Much attention to the architecture, which had probably, she realized, been a bit of a mistake. Ah well, the general idea was the same.
"My cousin does a bit of climbing around on buildings but nothing special like yours." She said, by way of a greeting, "But here he's a wee bit limited to the castle itself." She nodded toward Craigcrook in the distance. "Old stone and the like. Makes my uncle feel at home." And she had parts of, at least the city, that felt closer to that for her. Right now, though, that was not quite the focus of the moment. "It's good you could come. Smoke's in one of the stalls through there." She nodded toward the barn. "If you'd like to see me get him settled, you'd be welcome."
There was definitely a horsey smell in the air, in spite of the fact that the stables were well maintained. "My cousin, or his groom may be around, if too many new people are a thing," she offered, but then turned to head through. "I've just got to grab my glove and get our boy ready. Unless...I'm not sure how light works for this?"
It was nice, she thought, to have a friend to spend some time with. Or a possible future friend. Who would have thought THAT, huh?