"She's a Welsh tradition. It means 'Grey Mare'. They take the skull of a horse and create a sort of puppet with it, which they carry from house to house, singing and asking to be let in. The occupants of the house are meant to argue back that they can't come in, and it goes back and forth in a sort of contest. Generally the Mare wins, and comes inside for drinks and general wreaking havoc."

"You know how I feel about chaos. It's a tradition that's dear to my heart for a number of reasons."

"Hello, lovely," he coos softly to the griffin. "Best be careful with them around my home. I've got a whole colony of tressym in the eaves and the trees. I'm not sure who would win in a one-on-one fight but I'd rather not find out."