"Pity. You missed out on some fun." His lips twitch upward slightly. Some of his fondest memories both of childhood and his recruit years are the games and competitions. They often set goals for their spars, and he was quite good at them, one of the most disciplined in his group. It helped he found it genuinely enjoyable and thrived on challenge.

"I've seen a couple of those beasts before. They belonged to people passing through. I've always wondered what it feels like to ride one. Are they smooth gaited like a good horse?"