"They took my magic too," he grumbles, his tail temporarily stopping as he sulks. Honestly, this place is so rude.

"You'll have to tell me when you get your abilities back," he adds as he starts filling in some of the spaces left by the children. Rolan is no artist, and really, he's just happy to be here, even if it makes him miss his own horse. Midnight had no wings to speak of, but Rolan spent hours grooming her and telling her about his day. "I'd like to watch you fly."