[ She kept her eyes up, as they walked, listening to him idly, nodding to his words to show that she was. ]

They sound it. But what you describe to me, it is still not as fun as horses. [ of that she was sure, there was no life to it, not the same. These pieces of steel she saw about her, unfortunately her only frame of reference. ]

It is, isn't it? Their Graces did a magnificent job of it, all things considered. [ quietly then, as if much more to herself. ] It is much more like home.