Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170701140145/@comment-25073873-20170709062948

Taliesin exited Whiterun after some rest, before raising his hand and focusing when he decided he walked far enough from the city. Closing his eyes, a sort of dark blue aura surrounded his body, as white tendrils began to flow out of thin air and form together into something.

The tendrils contorted and stretched, forming the shape of a horse. Of course, Taliesin couldn't replicate life as he couldn't use his power to replicate a soul. However, it didn't mean he couldn't create fakes and animate the fakes with his ability. Namira's power of creation that always decayed. The ultimate symbolism that all that was made eventually faded back into nothing.

Completing his artificial horse - mannequin thing, Taliesin saddled up on the pure white steed that he made, further creating reins and stirrups. As he wasn't riding a real horse, he could shape it for better sitting. Reserving a portion of his magicka was definitely not a problem when he didn't anticipate attacks for now.

Placing one hand on the reins he made, Taliesin didn't even need to start the horse physically, for it was simply his power shaped and maintained. The false steed began to gallop for the west, heading for Morthal.

(Creation and Animation of puppets reserves magicka instead of toggling on and draining him from full constantly. For his "horse", he reserves about 20%)