... wait, we have spoken, yes? I remember your picture, I think? You are Iris, no?

[She frowned, the confusion mounting. They had been joking about the conspiracy nut earlier, hadn't they? She folded her arms, wondering if this was some sort of very serious attempt to prank, but she seemed serious. The suspicions, though, caused the beads she was wearing to shift between blue and black as she thought about it.]

Night Sky, it would still be a horse, yes? It is home, so you cannot go see it, as there are not stables, but if you were to call home, you would hear the whinny, no doubt.