"We do not have them, where I am from, but something like a chocobo," Liadrin explained, then. "They tend to be very possessive of those who they've bonded to...much like a bird of prey, or perhaps a cat."

She laughed, then, when asked if she'd ever raced her horse. "Not intentionally, but that was mostly because I didn't have the time. Racing him through Silvermoon City to get to the palace, perhaps."

She offered him her hand in return, then. "Liadrin. A pleasure to meet you. Or at least someone who isn't put off by the eyes and is over the age of eight."

The blood elf chuckled at that. She didn't really mind children and their fascination, but sometimes one just yearned for adult conversation.