Riagan looked to one of the Dwarves and motioned for them to come over.
The Dwarf waddled over and took the reins off the hook, and hooked them to the bridle. Opening the door, he led Epee out of the stall and knotted the reins to the hitching post.
"We've given 'er a bridle, and ye hook yer reins 'ere--" he pointed to the bit in Epee's mouth "--an' ye drape it over th' nape, 'ere, an' ye loop 'er 'round th' saddle 'orn," he pointed to a large protrusion on the front of the saddle.
Walking around Epee while dragging his hand from bridle to saddle, he indicated the blankets. "These'll make it comf'table for ye, and ye wannae be able t' git yer finger under th' strap, 'ere," he indicated the harness that wrapped around Epee's broad midsection.
He unhooked the reins, looped them around the saddle horn, and put a foot into the stirrup. With one hand on the horn and the other on the rear of the saddle, he hoisted himself up and swung his short leg over the rear of the saddle and mounted Epee.
"We've given 'er shoes," the Dwarf poked his heels into Epee's sides and got her into a slow walk up the stable aisle and back again, her newly-shod hooves clopping on the rocky floor. A tug on the reins brought her to a stop, and he dismounted, hitching her to the post once again.
Standing with his back against Epee's chest, he lifted her forefoot off the floor and held it between his knees to show the new shoe. "Smithy made 'ese shoes fer 'er t'day."