“Candledancer,” Lyra echoed, grinning softly. It was hard not to love that name, or anything that bore it. Like something out of an epic fantasy. Horses kinda were, though – the stuff of epic fantasy. All her experience with them had been through fiction and hell yeah, symbol of wealth or not, she wanted to say hi.
It felt kind of dumb to comment on how massive Candledancer was, so she didn’t, keeping hold of Avery’s hand while she lifted her other to stroke down the horse’s nose, following the way the hair lay. When Candledancer snorted louder than Lyra was expecting she had to laugh in surprise, grinning at Avery. “Okay this is pretty cool,” she admitted, stroking the mare's neck while she stretched her nose to investigate Avery’s shirt. The muscle under that skin was incredible, and again— something that seemed kinda dumb and obvious to comment on. “She’s so strong,” she said anyway, looking at the size of her hand compared to that neck. “It’s crazy.”