*slows his horse for a moment, until you're riding beside him again (to which Unspeak responds with a loud whinny of annoyance)* *rolls his eyes* [Oh, quiet, you.]
the sweep
*nods* A thing is not worth doing unless you prove superior at it. *simply curious* But what attracts you to it, Amarië? That particular stage is far beneath you. Why not theater, or even films?
*does not have the luxury of hearing your answer before Unspeak tears off on a gallop (and doesn't have the heart to stop him when the wind is suddenly whipping through his hair), only slowing to a halt as they near the edge of the thick forest ahead* *laughs loud and long and chastises his mount with a good-natured slap to his withers* [Show-off. Your dear lady will not appreciate the swagger.]