"Magic has--" Mmm how to phrase it especially here when he's still finding his feet around everyone and it's not Nevarra where attitudes are what they are and mage family members aren't the end of the world they so often are most other places. (Minus Tevinter and Tevinter is, and probably always will be, Tevinter and can't be counted.) "Well magic introduces other issues into the bargain doesn't it? Animal possessions are somewhat rare but I've heard of them, never seen them."

Glad not to have seen them, that's not his field of study but he supposes a few might be into it as he approaches with a hand held out the way he would for any new horse, wondering if the smell of quillback and other dead specimens might spook it. Or maybe that doesn't matter. Maybe the senses are different now.

"Ah, she, I hadn't looked long enugh to know. Berto," he waves roughly in the direction of a big black horse that turns his head at his name, "isn't too fond but he's not fond of many things so-- well. More docile than other horses then? I know they be fine with something one day and spook at it the next with no rhyme or reason to it or so it seems but to not react to arrows is...I can't say if that's an advantage or not, truth be told."