"Hate to break it to you, but it's kind of the only thing you have going for you." Kate teased, tilting her head at the bird comment. "Oh? Well, doesn't that sound fun." She wasn't quite ready to believe him, but there was only one way to find out. "It was, I suppose. But you'll either have to offer me a ride or wait for me to get Aristotle tacked up." She shrugged, standing and giving Lucifer one last pat.

"Here, yes unfortunately." He narrowed his eyes, his tone was slightly upset. "He was quite the pest control on the boat." He chuckled a little. He adjusted the pad, it was a little wonky once he'd gotten up. "I can wait, I'm not sure you wanna ride with bird tail in your face." He teased, looking down at her. He turned Zeph to walk down the aisle of horses.

"I'll pass, thanks." Kate chuckled, nodding. "I'll be fast." She said, walking lightly to her tackroom and grabbing a saddle, bridle, pad and girth. She held it easily, walking out and popping it in front of Aristotle's stall. She was quick to groom and tack up, taking about five minutes or a little more. Once done, she swung on and turned to Sam. "Ready?" She asked lightly, stroking Aristotle's neck.

He nodded, smiling down at her as he passed by, warming up Zephyr a little while she tacked her horse. "Yeah." He turned in a tight circle, turning to the barn door. "I'm assuming you will lead the way?" He suggested, half turning to her.

"Yeah." Kate nodded, leading Aristotle lightly out of the barn and walking up toward the main road, her reins slack and her posture natural.

He had the reins in one hand, his left hand on his thigh. He was calmly rocking with his horse, who was starting to try picking up the pace. He held back. "You'd think he'd be tired still after the boat I think he's still excited about dry land." He smiled down at his horse.

"Well, if I were stuck on a boat from England to here I'd be pretty eager for a run myself." Kate shrugged, glancing over her shoulder with a smile as she observed the horse. They started up the slightly incline to the main road and she turned left, toward the harbor. She picked up a light trot as soon as they were on the even ground.

He smiled, looking over at her horse. Who seemed better behaved. Zephyr was around 5 years old, still wearing off the exciteable colt behavior. Though he was starting to think it was only going to wear off a little. The more he thought about it the more he decided his horse was going to be old and galloping like a youngster way up until his time came. Sam let him pick up the pace a little, his hooves made quite the racket considering the size of them.

Aristotle was of a thinner build; his muscle focused more for speed than for pulling a plow. He was taller, a little over 16 hands, and his coat was darker red toned bay- too brown to be considered chestnut. His black stockings went up to his knees on all four legs, and he was only about six himself. He was calm, the occasional outburst, but not many. Kate was absolutely enraptured by him, and it had taken an insane amount of begging to get him when he was a colt. But eventually, Kate won. She was quiet, simply enjoying her ride and considering her company in near silence.

He watched Aristotle, definitely a light horse. Whereas Zeph looked mostly draft, having the size to prove it. He sat a bit higher than she did, not just because of his own height. Zeph only had a pink snip on his nose and a coronet that is mostly visible because of the feathers on his ankles. Aside from the light but very noticable roan. He'd been born on his father's farm, ending up a very big surprise out of an auction mare. Thankfully the mare was pretty big too. Zeph was raised and trained under Sam's care, as he grew, Sam fell in love. He looked up to the road,