Black Beauty was not particularly bothered with something on his back- usually he would gladly take a burden if it was to help someone else. But this- this was not such a case. Indeed, sharp nails dug into his skin. Threatening to cut through. The creature also kept.. panting, and cackling. Now, Beauty was a horse whose dam had firmly instilled in him that bucking was improper behavior. Alongside kicking and biting- his second best solution was to run around the moss laden hallways until it maybe fell off? Unfortunately, no such luck for the stallion. Galloping with extra weight on your back was quite taxing, especially if you weren’t used to it. So Beauty slowed to a halt, panting while trying to get a good look at the offending beast.

“If you are going to sit upon me, could you at least answer questions if I ask them?” The stallion snorted, after finally getting a good look at the thing- which was very oddly proportioned. With two horns upon its head, large bulging eyes, each limb ending with three wicked claws, and a very short body which connected with a long, wiry tail that ended in a spear point shape.

“Certainly!!” It croaked, each eye seemingly looking at different things before swiveling to stare into the courser’s brown hues. “Can answer questions, if you give me ride, yes yes!” Black Beauty was immediately startled, ears pinning back and the whites of his eyes entirely visible. He was half tempted to begin galloping again- this time towards the exit. But this was not the time for fear, especially if this could lead him to where his dear friends might be. 

“Oh! That would be an easy trade- though I can’t take you very far, mind you.” The horse prefaced, raising a front hoof to paw at the ground.

“Don’t care!! Want ride too… end of corridor!! Yes yes!! Will answer ONE question for ride.” The thing cackled again, raising a boney hand to indicate ‘one’.

“A-alright, have you seen a chestnut mare perhaps? She has a white blaze on her head, and white socks on her back legs- oh!! And a small greying lit-“ He was cut off before he could describe his second friend.

“ANSWERING ONLY ONE!! Have seen the brown horse yes yes. Very stubborn and mean, yes. Was with adventurers heading for.. it.”

“What do you mean it-“ But before he could pry a proper answer, he’d reached the end of the corridor. The small, grubby thing leaping from his back and skittering away into foliage and darkness. Leaving Beauty with more questions than answers, but at very least.. it was something. Something to go off of.