[Still suspicious, Felicia lowered her knives and tried not to flinch at the way electricity arced in the room. She had trained beside mages for years-- some things you just don't get in the way of.]

...I don't know what that is, [she confessed,]

Or what all of these metal carriages are. We travel by horse where I'm from. Sometimes it's a wyvern or a pegasus, but it's mostly horses.