"The rocs?"
"They come here every few decades, I don't know why," the zebra shrugged "They know not to mess with me"
"And the moles?"
"Taught them too"
Applejack was silent for a moment before answering.
"So you've cursed every species in this forest at least a dozen times?"
"A girl has to defend herself"
Applejack gave her a look and turned back to her saddlebags. A small spirit, this one a light blue, fluttered around her head.
"It wants to know what happened to your hat" Applejack gave her a confused look "It kept coming back to you" she explained.
"Oh, that. Discord's idea of a gift"
The zebra nodded knowingly, and Applejack returned to her bags. She had never understood if Discord actually found the time to prank so many people or if he just sent replicas in his stead, but felt than the answer was a third one that she didn't really want to know.
A few minutes of rummaging later Applejack found a glass ball, with several shining lights inside it, and showed it to Nanda.
"Is this some spirit thing?" she asked "A zebra gave it to me some months ago, he seemed really weird about it"
Nanda gave it a look, her mouth opening a bit, and then laughed loudly.
"He was proposing you marriage, poor boy" she said before another burst of laughter escaped her "The il-rampu tipi represents the mare's belly, and the souls of her offspring inside it"
Applejack gave the ball a look, almost gave it to Nanda, and then put it back in her bags. She'd take her time to decide what to do with it.
"If it means anything, they are really good to bash heads with," continued Nanda "The strength of a dozen hot and bothered stallions, they say"
Applejack grumbled under her breath and, with a heave, threw the bag over her back.
"It's a quite heavy bear" remarked Nanda, straightening herself.
"Started lighter, things accumulated" she shrugged.
"When I wandered the world, before setting down here, my bags were my home" said Nanda, her eyes far away "Everything I was, those bags were. Pampered and new at first, rugged yet still soft later on, filled with memories but strenghtened to carry them all"
"Yeah..." she gave her bags a look, smiling "I guess they are"
"But why the rush?" Nanda pressed on, advancing to her "If you press too hard with so heavy a load, you tire and fall sick. Take it from one who made that mistake"
"Because I want to be back" she opened the front door and whistled for Winona to appear "Love traveling, but it's tiring. Cold, heat, sickness, bandits, rocs, everything builds up," She gave Winona, who sat expectantly, a pat in the head "Besides, I am not alone"