Horses. Flying horses. GRANIANS IN FACT. Mo was beside himself with delight, and if he had actually been an over excited puppy, rather than just a growing lad with floppy hair and too much limb, he would have been wagging his tail so hard he was lifting right off the ground.

HAPPY MO WAS SO HAPPY.

It was hard for him to focus on anything but the Granians, but he tried to focus on the question. Erm... hand up. "Perhaps Eihwaz, Professor? It's about transition and change. And... transformation, which is essentially the point of Transfig." Not abusing animals, as Bellaire seemed to believe.