Not riding in general, but just the kirin. X glanced over; they were certainly very unique-looking, even for a place like... this place. And when you entered new worlds, he could imagine needing time to separate which species were sentient and which just couldn't communicate traditionally.

But that didn't sound like the problem.

"Are they sentient," he asked, "where you're from? Or are they sacred?" A short pause. "Or both?"