The owl ruffled his feathers, before resuming his glare from above at the blue pony as she complimented his spirit-sib. Tanzanite wasn't half as intelligent as him! Some people simply didn't know a good thing when they saw it.

"He's a pricklemane. He's one of the four different spirits you can create by combining all of those pieces together." Lin folded her arms across her chest. "If you end up stuck here longer, you may find additional pieces to create other kinds."