What sort of magic is this? I've never heard of it before!

[There is a purple haired woman sitting on a bench, she's examining her hand, and moving each finger one at a time]

I don't have...hooves. [and she feels her forehead] And...where's my horn? This is kidnapping, isn't it? [she sounds quite annoyed, now] Well, if you're looking for me to ( Read more... )