"It's me, Ben. A lot of people don't recognize me on sight because of the magic. I see it had an effect on you, too. It was Loki, I think - but honestly, I like it. Makes it hard to recognize some of my friends, though. There are a lot of people who got turned into their costumes."

The horse approaches Deet curiously. He's a big black stallion with bright red eyes glowing in the darkness.

"Of course. He's perfectly tame - probably tamer than a real horse would be. The magic which made him also made him obedient to me, so you don't have to worry about him doing anything dramatic so long as I'm here with you." Ben's glad of that. He enjoys riding, but it's much easier with a steed as manageable as this one. The horse snorts, moving to make itself easier for Deet to touch. "I'll miss him when he turns back into wood."

He doesn't have space for a horse, so he would likely have given a real horse to the angels anyway to be cared for.