Hah. As if I’d let a Mystic anywhere near me. Their annoying way of rhyming everything they say would have been reason enough. But those zebras are strange, even to a stallion like me, and they’re dangerous to match. By all accounts, even the Princes were wary of them. That was far in excess of enough reason for me to keep several kilometres of distance from them. If they can give even them pause, then who knows what rituals or concoctions they’re capable of?