[The horse is huffing softly at all of this, just letting her do as she pleases for the time being, though ready to lunge at the slightest sign of ill intent or what-not. It's a weird sort of feeling.
Luckily Lydia doesn't really weigh much, most of her kind tend to not to, but once she's on her back there's a brief moment where nothing really seems to change. Until she's seeming to just... be waking up from some sort of dream or something, eyes opening slowly and trying to fixate on the sky or something. Everything feels foggy, not a great start, nor has she really noticed her present company.]
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Luckily Lydia doesn't really weigh much, most of her kind tend to not to, but once she's on her back there's a brief moment where nothing really seems to change. Until she's seeming to just... be waking up from some sort of dream or something, eyes opening slowly and trying to fixate on the sky or something. Everything feels foggy, not a great start, nor has she really noticed her present company.]
Huh.