*she raises a brow, but pulls her mare away from the crowds none the less. Dismounting, she allows the mare to drink lightly, enough to just quench her thirst. Isabella whispers softly to the mare in spanish, and the femme pivots thorn-sharp lobes towards her mistress...* ¿Estás listo? Van a ir... *glancing around, she switches her language quickly...* Ready? Let's go for a short ride, shall we? *mounting easily, the mare trots easily out of the populated area, breaking into a gallop as they pass the boundaries without any perceptable signal...*