"It has been so long since, I think I can scarce claim the skill still," Harry says with a sigh, though he follows it with a grin. "Single stick I know naught of."

He makes his way down the aisle. Even the horses that he doesn't ride and hardly knows he'll reach out to greet if they seem amenable.

"This is Duncan, who I ride most oft," Harry says, pausing before the stall in question. "And there is another there, a mare, larger than he, that I am told is for the use of any who would have her."