“Whirlwind?” he asked. He looked out over the crowd, now having a reason to pay attention to the particular details of the gathering before the magic show. Sure enough, after he tilted his head, he saw a pair of antlers sticking above the collection of feathered heads, lanky dogs, and pony manes. Of course, it could be just another deer; he had seen a few about the festival as he went on his business. “Prithee, is it at all possible that you could introduce me to this friend of yours? I would like to speak with him.” That elicited a sharp look from the stallion. His smile and friendly tone remained, but there was now a subtle hardness to his eyes and an edge to his tone.