Lucitius snorted in amusement,”In your own way, aye.”
Lucitius watched Lucendi curiously, then stared at the horse in awe. A wide grin formed on his face.
“Much like the horses of Blue Wind,”he said thoughtfully.
Lucitius gently, even reverently, caressed the horse’s mane, then kneaded the ground with his feet a moment, hesitating.
“‘Tis been many, many millennia since I last rode any form of horse,”he mentioned.
After a moment, Lucitius’ form wavered, becoming ethereal, and he used his staff lift himself up and guide him over to the horse. He then sat down sideways, becoming corporeal again, and swung his leg over to properly straddle the steed. Even with his stature and wounds, Lucitius weighed almost nothing while on the horse.
“‘Tis useful being born ethereal in one life and corporeal in another,”he commented with a chuckle.