I have to avoid the horned ones. I knew the second I saw them that I had to avoid them. Abadan sorcery was bad enough: who knows what twisted foreign sorcery they can wield? Actually, no: I had a good idea of at least some of what they could do, and that little was unquestionably worse than what the abadas were capable of. Sorcery would perfectly explain the strange mountain waterfall, to say nothing of how they managed to build this grand city! Hells, I’m not sure these winged ponies would even be necessary for the city, given the mere existence of these sorcerer ponies! And with my luck, they might even possess sorcery that can reveal what I am! The fears I’d suppressed before begin to well up again, no longer fully pinned under the weight of my curiosity and determination. All around me, the mood noticeably turns with the other zebras, too: they were also frightened of these horned ponies. And with good reason.