Roswell was actually looking foreword to horseback riding, both flying and none flying. Horses were gentle beasts, for the most part- if you exclude the flesh eating sort that is, and similar to Roswell in manner. As prey animals, they were cautious, he was cautious, you have to work for their trust, as you had to do with Ros. Plus... he thought he'd look wicked sweet flying on a pegasus across the sky, shooting arrows from his recurver bow. Especially if he got a chance to use his zigzag ability, locking an arrow on target and having the arrow follow the target through the air. He grinned a slight bit at the thought as Chiron finished his lecter of sorts and let them into the stables.

The rest drifted to horses, picking them out by various means. Roswell stood back, watching as everyone else found a horse. He waited until the one that didn't stand out, stood out more. As some of the other horses were taken by students, Roswell noticed one mare that watched with large eyes at everyone else. She had nothing special about her, she was a blood bay in color, with a rich red-brown pelt and a black mane and tail, she was stocky in build- very similar to the Quarter Horses of the mortal world. Roswell walked towards her, glanced up at the name plate before repeating it. "Anna." It was a... beyond simple name. Roswell reached over, stroking the blood bay's nose lightly while waiting for more instruction.