Fredric reached for the saucer and cup, setting the pieces before him and adding a touch of cream, a habit he'd picked up from his father, something about 'Old Kingdom Traditions'. Stirring the tea he smiles at her gratitude. "You're most welcome my Queen. Thank you for the tea."
"It is a game from across the veil ma'am. From The United Kingdom, I think. In any case, it's a popular game amongst the nobles in my house and holdings, and an essential activity in our Corps. No Officer can call himself a capable horse master without proving his worth on the field." He smiles at the thought, the game has been essential to his house and family as long as he can remember.
"Oh dear yes, Lady Elestia of House Durham." He laughs recalling her lack of experience on the field. "She was not the most graceful player on the field, but she did score the game winning shot."
His own wings, sleek and sharp have been very relaxed today, occasionally flapping with a delicate air, catching the moving air and flowing freely. Fredric's attention to the Queen extends to her wings, the grace and beauty, lovely patterns, the subtle movement, an indication perhaps.
"Perhaps my Queen would like a lesson sometime? A bit of fun, a new experience to round out her already vast array of abilities. I'm sure you'll put me to shame in your first outing." He smiles at her, though he's sure she would give him a run for his money.