Both Carly and her own mare, a shining, tall thing of seeming gold, seem equally uncomfortable with the 'hounds', but the wardrobe manager wisely says nothing about the matter. When they encountered the other, there was plenty to make her uneasy about what they were doing.

But as she said then, and as she will say now-"Yes; we should all be ready, right?" she asks, glancing at Miko before continuing on. "...We're on shaky ground-too shaky to risk anything, right now. With any luck.... ...Participating in this properly will win the Carnival some reputation and sway back." Her horse stamps the ground, and Carly holds her bow a little awkwardly. She's not Too good with this but....

Well, she was practicing, and there was a reason for it.