The ferryman is probably relieved to relinquish this impossible conversation, as Vega snaps her attention onto Clarisse, eyeing her importantly. One glance is all she needs to ascertain that this is not a serious person.

"My mare is not as heavy as a steed," she argues, brightening. Warming to the disagreement, "She was clearly bred for jumping, so she couldn't be."

Duh.

"But I wouldn't expect a ferry-worker to know that from a single glance." For all Vega knows, this is the first time the poor girl has ever seen a show mare. "Now you do."