I'm sorry, 'Angus'? [Angus, Angus, was this a family relation she hadn't been told abou--oh.]

Oh, haha, you mean your, ah... [Natalia searched for an apt descriptor as Angus himself came into view. 'Plowhorse' was probably not acceptable.] ...charger? He's quite proud-looking.

[Certainly no fleet-footed destrier like her own more delicately-built animal, but Natalia was aware that it wasn't given to all ladies to be as keen in the saddle as she.] I'm certain Fiona will manage. Won't you, girl?

[Fiona's ears pricked with interest as her mistress swung up and settled. One hoof pawed the ground restlessly. Natalia gave Merida a practiced, graceful smile.] After you.