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"Clavicus Vile. Okay..." Ormis said to himself. He walked over to the stables, and picked out a dark brown horse. e jumped onto it, and sat down.

"by the way.. i never caught your name. I'm Tireace, what's yours?" Tireace said to Irri

Selara didn't hesitate once Malatar had transformed, but slipped up on his back as though lion-riding were an every day occurrence in her life, despite--or perhaps, because of--Alec's apparent unease. "If it's all the same to you," she said, turning to their rescuer. "I'd just as soon get as far away from this place as quickly as we can." She paused for no more than a few heartbeats, then added "Unless your tame ponies would be too fearful of a taste of the wild side? Not that you yourself would ever be, of course." It almost sounded like an afterthought. Almost.

"Irriwen." She said to Tireace. She calmly rubbed the side of her horses head. It seemed to dislike her. She murmured to it softly. "Hey... Hey... Easy. Easy..." She murmured a few unintelligible words, and the horse visibly calmed.

J'Dar, with the disadvabtage of never riding a horse before, nicked the horse with his claws more than once while gettiing on. The horse neighed and J'Dar blushed. The horse began to shake after he nicked the horse again, and J'Dar fell of. J'Dar dug his claws into the saddle preventing any injury. He stood by the angry horse, ashamed and blushing.

Feather-Tail swiftly mounted a relatively muscular horse, promptly maneuvering the well-tamed beast from the stables as was clearly Singer's intention.

Irri led the horse out of the stable, following the Argonian.

Tireace gets off her horse and goes over to help J'Dar up onto his horse "and what is your name?"

Feather-Tail glanced shortly toward Irriwen, promptly returning his attention to the open space before the stable's entrance and to his steed's behavior.

Siaenach jumped on the first vacant horse she could find, mumbling something about hagravens.

Sebastien surveyed the stables and couldn't help but relax. The smell of hay and horse reminded him of his youth and days spent roaming outside of his family's estate under warm, blue skies...

His new friends, however, were not so lucky. He shook his head at J'Dar and approached the Khajiit's choice, placing a steady hand on the creature's muzzle and grasping her reins with his free hand, offering the creature a comforting pat on the neck. If there was one thing being a noble of High Rock had given him the fortune of, it was masterful skills in riding, and he wasn't about to let any horse spook in his presence. "Easy, there," he cooed, and turned his eyes toward J'Dar with an amused smile. "Go on, get up there. I'll hold her steady. Just put your foot in, swing your leg over, and sit yourself down. Easy enough, yes?"

Tireace looks at Sebastien and smiles "hey what's your name?" she said with eyes happy and bright.

Sebastien turned toward the woman and maintained his smile. "Sebastien," he said to her question, "of the Geontene family. And who might you be, my Breton sister?"

"Hello Sebastien Geontene. I am Tireace, no last name.. i abandoned it ages go." Tireace said with a faint hint of sadness of a time she wishes to come again. "shall we be good friends?"

Kah'jihreed looked at his horse, unsure how to proceed. The horse wiggled with its tail to chase off flies and paid no attention to him. Grass seemed to be far more important.
Tha Khajiit looked around insecurely, expecting help. He had never ridden a horse before.