Vagabond had a job to do today. His mistress had told him the Boucle registry needed smoke foals, and he was her best stallion for the task. She wasn't wrong either. He already had five fine foals on the ground from years past, one of them was even a Magician like himself. He was an expert in fire and illusions, and he was learning light magic. All in all, he had much to be proud of as a stud. He only had one hang-up. He couldn't just walk up to a mare and do the deed, like a lot of stallions. No "wham, bam, thank you, ma'am" was ever on his agenda. No, he needed to get to know a mare, or he just couldn't get into it. He ambled into the pa