Not entirely sure what he had heard in her voice, Cyne looked over at the Queen. From the way he took it, she was almost issuing him a challenge, from asking him to tack his own creature, to the way she described how they rode. The look she had wasn't unlike the one she'd used when they bathed, or when she threw him his change of clothes. Almost like she was goading him. Figuring he rode his own steed back in his home kingdom bare, he wouldn't let his resolve down now.<br/><br/>"You know, although I do enjoy the joys of a saddle, I think I'll take this one without. Who knows, maybe it'll take me off your hands."<br/><br/>With a defiant smile, he let the tack hang in his hand as he continued petting the beast. Showing Elara his wide smile, he turns his back to her.<br/><br/>"So, Elara, afraid to lose you gift of war?"