Beleth looks up as she's approached by one of the strangers, and smiles pleasantly--the smile growing warmer when he compliments her hart. "Thank you, I think he is as well." She turns to smile at the hart--only for it to snuffle at her hair, then snort, before turning away, leaving her with hair that is both messed up and kinda slobbery. "His name is Vaharel," She continues, scowling slightly as she tries to fix her hair. A rebellious name for a rebellious stupid moose.

"I...don't have to adapt? I just, um. Sit on him." She blinks, then glances to the side, rubbing the back of her neck. "I've never...really. Ridden a horse before. So I can't compare, I'm afraid. I'm sorry..." Beleth Ashara, the most singularly useful and knowledgeable Dalish around. In at least a five foot radius. Truly remarkable. "But riding him isn't hard. I just sit and tell him where I want to go." Is riding supposed to be more complicated than that...?