[There's a low sound of irritation; chimeras weren't any terrible thing to him, but it was more nonsense he had no interest in dealing with at all.]

I may have to avail myself of their services, nothing I own fits properly now. Not even shoes, though they may be a thing of the past.. As even the Coven couldn't explain why I've suddenly switched species I can only assume the star itself finds it funny. We'll see who's laughing when I reduce it all to smoking ash.

[And Lahabrea certainly means it, but more important things are afoot at the moment. Or a-hoof.]

A sheepwolf. A dark purple sheepwolf, I suppose I will have to begin looking into species that are also purple and get a better idea of what's in store. Mayhap something with wings, and I won't be denied the one thing I might have looked forward to.