“Ah, our late bloomer is finally waking up. Can’t wait to check the last box,” someone spoke from behind the desk—a little horse like she was, though her wings were feathery and her hair had been styled and braided. She was cute—for a horse, anyway. “You’re… Sarah Kaplan, yes? Right on time.” She gestured behind her, to one of the little stalls. “Dr. Born will want to see you before anything else… I’d give you to one of ours, but she’s bored out of her mind all the time. Maybe if I give her something to do she’ll complain a little less about being here.”