"I have no idea who that is!" Aerith laughed, somehow put at ease by the horse. Enough that she bent to set the glass down and then reached up and grabbed ahold of the man's hand. When she was pulled up in front of him there was no hesitation, nor any concern over the fact she wore a skirt! Nor was there a hesitation when she grabbed at the saddle, not wanting to hurt the poor thing. She was tempted to hug her around the neck but didn't want to hamper her movements.

"Does she go fast?" Aerith asked, the trace of eagerness in her voice hard to deny.

She should have had her mind on battle, not riding strange beasts with strange men!