The Magical Herd

Arrishan turned out to be an older mare, her horns bent with age, her eyes filled with wisdom...and something else. Perhaps age affected the leagi in the same way it affected humans. She turned a pink eye upon the strange group that appeared to disturb her thoughts.

"Hiya!" Bellimae called out to the mare, the mare muttered something under her breath. Then younger mare came right out with the question, "Are humans and leagi evil because they hunt each other?"

You felt the colour rise to your cheeks, and you were pretty sure Ashe was pinker than usual underneath his fur. Arrishan didn't seem to find the question odd. "There is no evil."

Bellimae looked confused, "But isn't it bad when one creature kills another creature for fun?"

"The ocean pulls unwary travellers down to it darkened depths, never to let them free again."

Ashe nipped Bellimae gently on the shoulder, "We'll have to come back later, she's in one of those moods again. She'll reply to anything you ask with complete nonsense."

"The stars are bright only at night."

The group of you leave her wondering about the nature and purpose of toast.