... a unicorn!
The golden-coated filly had a jutting spiral structure atop her forehead, matching the color of the now missing golden horseshoes. How Anya didn't feel that when Sassy came out, she wasn't sure.
The men were bewildered. Some looked upon in awe, and other in fear, some towards Anya herself. Great, were they gonna think she was some sort of cursed horse?
Anya herself, however, wasn't quite so surprised. She had seen plenty of unicorns before from her adventures in magic. Still, this wasn't quite a unicorn. More like an artificial one, like a prosthetic, but as a horn filled with potent magic in this case.
Whatever she was, though, she was still just a filly and began to nurse from Anya while the men started to talk. She would name her Hope, something she desperately needed at this moment. She nudged the filly too.
"I'm gonna call you Hope for a bit, just to differentiate. You remember me, right?" she asked her.