Hm. [ He lowers his voice to talk to Pinto only, turning his hand to show the bone ring. ] I can understand you, if you speak to me. Tell me if I tug too hard, though if you must bite, ware my right hand. It's stone.

[ He waits a moment for the horse to absorb this, then carefully steps forward to begin brushing down her mane. It's not unlike hair, but very different from feathers. There's no feather shafts to be careful of, so he goes cautiously.

And smiles as he listens to Ambrosia as she tilts her head back with a bunch of hair caught in her beak. There. Much better, before shaking her beak free and grinding it gently. ]

And I quote "They are quite a peaceful herd, I rarely hear any squabbling. It is the one Clive-" Okay, I'm not saying that. Yes, she's seen him.