*cannot fault your mount for his impeccable timing; while your questions are far from new to her, your compliments leave her surprised and deeply pleased* *does not quite know what to do with the slow-burning satisfaction that comes of your company, even if she does recognize that you are more a peer to her than anyone else on this continent, including (in some ways) her beloved brother*
*and it is sheer admiration that brings the laughter to her lips, watching you and that magnificent beast fly across the meadow, all taut muscles and flying gold (not for naught were you named the Fair)* *is entirely unsurprised, too, when Jingle snorts and takes off after you, a half-second too casually to be accused of giving chase*
*wheels round you and Unspeak in a graceful turn just shy of the treeline, all flushed cheeks and snapping eyes* *sings out delightedly* My my, but someone is antsy to begin the challenge. Are we so dreadfully dull, Unspeak, with our slow tread and long speeches?