"Well," Ilshana notes, the hint of a smile playing about her lips, "I have, by my arts, snared a mighty creature of legend and bound it to my will. Now, despite its strength and ferocity, it bears me on its back as meekly as a kitten."
She sweeps her cloak up dramatically as she whirls and points. "BEHOLD!"
Where she indicates stands a strong-looking gelding horse, dappled white and grey, giving Ilshana what could only be a look of mild annoyance. It blows air and lowers its head to nibble on a nearby flowerpot's greens.
"But that's all I got," Ilshana concludes happily.