"That's a load of shite."

Aaaand the thing was moving fast. For all her bravado, Sera was Ferelden at heart. Doggies good, horses kinda eh. Little horses included. She held on with no real idea how to control where it went or how fast, just trusting it would stick with the pack and keep her out of the snow. Her voice took on a shaky edge as her inexperience with riding became clear, but she was not dropping the mask point.

"Too good for us southerns to see, is it?"