Neptune had found an especially stunning mare who commanded his full attention. She reminded him of his wife. They had a similar energy. His hand smoothed up her face, fingers brushing through her forelock as his own forehead came down to rest upon hers. He whispered something to her in Latin. It was a prayer for her safety and speed today.
"Her? Never. We are at peace." He pressed his lips to the mare's forehead briefly before giving his attention fully to the woman. Her energy was hard to place considering their surroundings, but it was clear she was a jockey, and perhaps the woman he'd been searching for. "Are you Miss Studart?" he enquired before offering 'his' name. "I'm Doctor Jensen."