[Evil Tink]

She shrugged, going over to the Arabian, "I wouldn't want him to come this way for nothing. Besides, been awhile since I last rode.." She frowned a bit, suddenly pausing as she was about to mount, "One problem though...I have scales, not flesh. I wouldn't want to scratch his back." She pondered a moment, unclasping her cloak from her shoulders with a slight twinge of pain. After a quick second to recompose, she draped it over his back, so the softer inside was down against this skin. "This is going to hurt me more now..." She sighed, hauling herself to the horses back, gripping the mane with one hand, "Alright, I'm ready to go."