It would seem as though you'd have no trouble, even if I did and were wearing all my Westerosi finery. ( That's a compliment, btw. Strength is A++. ) The goat would have been my choice as well.

( The sensation of gliding up through the air is not unknown to her, but it's always been upon the back of a dragon. It exhilarates, and her eyes sparkle with it when she turns to look at her. )

Tell me of this celebration. Is it to mark a phase of the moon, or a successful harvest?