Meeting the Mazda's mount was more than an indulgence now. It was Important. Without Bonecrush, Virelai recognized she may not have come out of the war as well as she had. He was a critical advantage, and mounted combat... fit. It felt right. Even her favored weapons were a perfect match for the endeavor. Why hadn't she ever dedicated herself to it before? (Game limitations, primarily.)

The other guilds and mounts must have all had nuances to learn from. ... But indulgence was most of it. Virelai was nearly bouncing with her excitement when she met up with Lera. She had seen a few on the battlefield, but that was different than being up close-- than maybe being able to touch one?! Instead of spiked armor of bone, Virelai was in a more casual fur pelt mantle over her brown tunic with a crocobear-skin hood and the furriest of boots. She was still a berserker, after all.

"Hello Lady Mazda!" she greeted cheerfully. "Um, thanks for letting me come out here."