"A witch," Alistair repeated. "I'm looking for a witch! Pale, yellow eyes, rather snobby. Goes by the name of Morrigan. I'm not sure she'd be a pony here, really, though she might be..."

He let that ramble trail off, and looked sheepish for a moment, pawing the ground with a hoof.

"Although I suppose if she was still a person, that'd be rather shocking to the ponies here, wouldn't it?" Even Alistair realized that if you'd once been a person, a human or what have you, most likely, you weren't any more, once you ended up in this bright and colorful place.

He wasn't sure he minded, really. Not when Thedas was the alternative.