A new voice caught his attention.  It, too, sounded female, but had a strange lyrical lilt to it—almost as if the owner were reading a poem or something.  He almost dropped the girl’s hand when the pony attached to the voice walked into the room: she was wearing a brown cloak with a hood covering her head.  Gold jewelry adorned her leg and neck, and she was even wearing golden earrings.  If that wasn’t odd enough, she was a carrying a small corked bottle in her mouth, and she was striped like a zebra.