Sora
Sora stood impassively by the door as Zahra changed, occasionally nodding to a passing stablehand but otherwise unmoving. When the aqua-haired girl emerged, he glanced in her direction, then abruptly averted his eyes, face coloring slightly. He was... unused to seeing women with bare skin, and she had rather a lot of it. Still, he had no desire to make her feel uncomfortable, so he chose to ignore this and focus on other things instead-much as he could, anyway.
He noted that the dress had been torn, and supposed that accounted for the corresponding noise earlier. With nothing more than a raised eyebrow and a hint of a sly smile, he moved off again, gesturing for her to follow. Beyond the tackroom were a number of stalls, and as they arrived, Sora clicked his tongue, causing all the heads to poke out over the tops of the half-open stall doors. He patted each of several velvet noses as he went by, but it was clear that he was seeking a specific stall in particular.
When he found it, he stepped over to the nearest window and adjusted his hand so Ophelia could climb onto it, then let her take to the skies. Most of the horses were long used to her presence, but not this one. He grabbed a fresh-looking carrot from the bin nearby and handed it to Zahra before approaching the enclosure he'd been headed for the entire time. The horse at the stall door was white as new-fallen snow, and looked a trifle anxious, but calmed under his hands and allowed him to push her back so he could open the door and gesture Zahra inside. The hay had been freshly changed, and in one corner of the large box stall was a foal, no more than a few weeks old, a dark gray save for the bright starburst of white on his forehead.
"The mother is Shasta, and the colt's name is Tybalt," he offered, patting the side of Shasta's face as she observed the new human over his shoulder, her muscular neck and front pressed against his back. She whuffled, but seemed to accept that this was someone he knew, and so made no overtures to protect her offspring. At length, he spoke again. "Do you ride?"