"Tressym?" John wonders aloud before shaking his head. "My apologies, I feel like every time we speak all I have is questions. Where you are from, from what I have heard, it sounds so fantastical. Then again, such is the place where we find ourselves now."

He shakes his head again. "To answer your question, I have never captured them myself, but I have spent enough time around horses to know their mannerisms. My - father-in-law," he only stumbles slightly over the word (it is complicated, in so many ways), "owns an estate where he breeds horses. Trains them. I did not work in the stables myself, but I have spent a great deal of time around them."

With Jamie, when he was employed there. But he need not get into that.