He'd said he wasn't going to bother with replacing the damaged specimens until after the crisis with the crystal had come to a close, one way or another, but there was at least one sample that would take next to no effort in obtaining another. All he had to do was find the stallion he'd gotten it from in the first place.

Thias, an alchemist like himself, who also played host to a swarm of brightly colored insects. These, however, were delicate things. Fragile. Prismatic butterflies that were more than mere flying jewels.

Zyk started what he hoped to be a short search at the oasis. It seemed a likely place to find the other stallion.

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