Lady Anya

Leonel's hair wafted beneath the wind. He could tell that if it wasn't for his innate Fire Elemental affinity, this breath alone might have been enough to scorch his skin. 

He turned back, an indifferent look lighting his eyes. It was as though he couldn't see the fear in the guards nor the surrounding experts. 

When Leonel's gaze met the steed's, the latter trembled slightly, its nostrils flaring and its body tensing. For some reason, this steed felt a large amount of pressure from Leonel. It wasn't the kind of pressure that said Leonel was stronger than it, but rather just the kind of pressure that said it should be afraid… It was a very subtle difference, almost like it was looking at what Leonel might become rather than what he was.