"The heathens have come." the lead pony began, its voice a strange, distorted warble. The ponies turned as the cathedral's great front doors swung open, and six of the crazed ponies led a small group of others into their flock, standing guard. The other ponies looked.. healthier, black with blue or red lines tracing neatly across their bodies, several mares and two stallions. "They have come to accept the blessing of the true Goddess."