"What’s going on!?" she demanded in a harsh whisper, teeth clenched. The poor stallion she had at her hooftips was clearly undernourished and could barely withstand her. Either he'd been paying a heavy 'tax', or he was such a failure that he had been unable to siphon off even enough residual emotion from the town around him to feed himself. "From here to Manehatten I can get nothing about what’s going on. What’s happening back in Lepidopolis!? Why doesn't anyling know!?"