â€œDonâ€™t listen to him, Delduwath. Youâ€™re a true stallion.â€ She says as she pats the neck of her horse. Delduwath has his eyes lying flat on his neck as he watches Demetre. â€œYou better watch your words, Damon.â€ She grins a bit amused and watches how he goes to the other horse. Itâ€™s a beautiful brown beast with a few white spots on its back. â€œOnce again watch your words with that horse.â€ She nods at the brown horse that heâ€™s riding and smiles a bit amused. â€œHeâ€™s unpredictable.â€ Morrighan leans a bit back in her saddle and stretches. Her grey horse was still looking at Demetre as if he truly knew what he said about not being wild enough. â€œBesides you have deprived this beautiful beast of its true nature too muchâ€¦ must be your personalityâ€¦â€ Demetre joked about her and then rode with Morrighan next to him. â€œExcuse me?â€ he raised one of her eyebrows and looks at him. â€œWhat did you say about my personality?â€ She chuckles softly and reaches out to give him a soft punch. â€œHe does not have a name as he didnâ€™t have a rider yet, so name him however you like.â€ She says and smiles a bit.