"Most wouldn't say so." Not anymore, at least. Once she had been - but she'd always been twenty and a fool, not seeing the snakes that would betray her, and her people, to a cruel fate.

"But I believe in repaying loyalty with it the same. It's a rare enough thing in the world as I know it." She settles the reigns loose in her hand - a big gelding of an animal. Brown and black and she runs her fingers idly through its mane in a brush of affection.