Her mount isn't exactly a horse, per se, but it's got enough of an equine-cast to it that Amos follows the faint trace of animal thoughts and runs up upon Seviilia much sooner than he was expecting to. He stops abruptly, rocking back on his heels, and gives her and her mount a quick once-over. Yeah, that looks like magic, and she looks of the fae-kind...or possibly demonic. Fuck his curiosity.

A bit wide-eyed, Amos nontheless puts up a friendly kind of grin and tries to back around the corner he'd just turned. Well, maybe she hadn't noticed him?