Damson
"She's going to trip."
The war horse remained silent as he watched Gloriana, only the flicking of his ear indicated he had heard Echelon complaining about the spurs. The knights were good to her, they had clearly trained many a squire in swordplay. As the duel came to a close, the frisean spared a sideways glance down at Echelon.
"Well, spurs are great for controlling rebellious foals, madam. Perhaps Gloriana merely mistook you." said Damon airily. Gloriana had never used the spurs on him, and seldom tugged the reigns. When she wanted him to turn, she said so. When he felt like it was best to stop, he told her. Theirs was a partnership, not that of a master trying to control an unruly pet. It was a point of smug satisfaction whenever he was among unclever horses.
Leaving the dragoness to be flustered, Damson trotted over to the Gloriana and the wizard, the knight having left to clean and stow the sparring equipment. "Well done, my lady! You stood your ground for double the time as yesterday!" Damson lauded, lowering his head in expectation of a pat. The ground had been upturned in places from the contestant's footwork, and a light soil smell permeated the cool forest air.