Sometimes even majestic steeds want to learn, you know.

[Therion leans forward to pat the pony on the neck. There, there - she's a horse in his heart!]

Anyway, I dunno. At the rate you're going, it seems pretty hopeless.

[With a final scratch, he settles back in the saddle and regards Cyrus more seriously.]

Maybe the past you should have let her go to concentrate on less... musical pursuits. Other poorly tuned fish in the sea, and all.