Then she put her hoof down. She seemed to slump as she hung her head. The small, particles of dust that had been levitated by the force of the magic, gathering about the doe, fell to the floor "Please," she said, sounding tired, "just... listen to what I have to say." Despite himself, Handy's curiosity was piqued. The powerful, forceful, if somewhat disarmingly adorable doe appeared so small right at that moment, as if borne down by the weight of the world. She looked up slightly from the floor after a moment, red eyes scanning the lines between black and white marble stones. "There... are some traditions deer cannot break. Rituals too important to be profaned by cloven hoof. Whirl..." she paused. "He can't have anydeer accompany him on the pilgrimage."