Marian can't help the wisp of a smile when he crosses and is making friends with the horses automatically. He's obviously been around them in his life and they respond well enough already to his calm.

"Tis my main one," she said calmly, reaching out to pet the white horses nose gently. "Her name is Lineave. She is very good for helping to continue to prove that I really can be a lady."

There's a petulent smirk with those words.

Turning toward the rest, she smiles to see noses sticking out and eyes watching them, even as feet stamp wanting carrots which she hasn't brought out yet this time. There were only a scant half dozen now, but they were well loved.

"The rest are my fathers war horses, save one," the was a gentle look to the stahl three over from where he was standing as she walked over to it. "He's a courser-destrier mix. I pleaded for two months before father finally gave in. It's not horse for a woman to be riding he ranted for so long."

There is a smile, as she patted the nose gently before leaning in and hugging the horses head very gently, with a whisper to him, "But we had work to do, didn't we?"