Piotr's hand pauses on the mare's neck and he looks up. He'd heard someone enter the stables, yes, always on alert, but he's mildly pleased to see a curious girl, rather than a sour-faced soldier on mucking duty. He nods at her, inviting her to come a little closer.

"She is, isn't she?" The horse nickers softly, and Piotr lets her eat a small lump of maple sugar from his palm. "Her name is Morningfire. She's Princess Sonia's personal horse, but she doesn't ride much."