He smiled slyly, extending his trot so much farther and faster than her he shot ahead. "Ha! I never told you WHY the trot was my preferred gait!" He laughed. "Warmbloods are VERY good at extended trots. Galloping? No. Cantering? We can make Tim look pretty. Walking? That's normal. Trotting? We are the champions!" He grinned, happy to be actual... a little good at something

"Ahh. Poor you." He looked alongside her, keeping pace. "Where are we going?"

He stopped, looking half concerned half confused. "... who?"

"Hmm. It would've been nice to know that before, so I could run faster." He joked. "Come on, let's get going."

"That's fine. I'll stay with you." He said, walking along with her. They covered terrain for days, walking, trotting, cantering, then starting over. Sometimes they galloped.