[He's made lots of use of the enclosure, and is almost used to the magic of it now. He's more conscious about his decision to pull out his one decent set of robes, the ones he liberated from the wardrobe for mid-autumn. He tells himself it's practical. He learned to ride in split skirts and loose trousers, and you can't wear bracers with a hoodie.
But also, if he's putting on a show for the honor of horse-kind, and doing something as homey as bolting around on horseback, he feels he should look the part. His hair's even up! It... makes him look a lot more dead.]
Ready to race?
[Inane. He just can't bring himself to try trash talk again.]
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But also, if he's putting on a show for the honor of horse-kind, and doing something as homey as bolting around on horseback, he feels he should look the part. His hair's even up! It... makes him look a lot more dead.]
Ready to race?
[Inane. He just can't bring himself to try trash talk again.]