Matt smiled and looked aside; good proof that she looked good enough to scare the young man into paying close attention to the stirrups. He was dropping them down a little for her legs, slightly longer than whoever'd ridden last. It looked nearly done, though; the beast bore it's saddle, reins and blinkers proudly. Steel snorted, and pawed the floor impatiently, as though telling Matt to get on with it. He wanted to run.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>