"Yeah and so what? Seahorses aren't the most adept of swimmers preferring shallow waters with kelp so all that power you keep talking about means not a whole lot. But sure I'll race you. He then walked away to get his brown nondescript horse. The horse had some stuff packed around the saddle which the man proceeded to fiddle with. After a series of intonations and gestures the horse was ready and positioned for this race. Hyping up the fishgirl he counted down, "Ready! 1,2,3 GO!" He patted his horse as a travois fell to the ground which he immediately plopped down onto as his horse began to move at a jaunty gait. Rez just closed his eyes and relaxed as he listened to sounds of the horses hooves striking the ground almost rhythmically mixed with the sound of the frame's poles dragging on the ground.