[ The foal, aware of Adam's interest, let's out a bubbling, uncertain little whinny, and scampers to hide behind Rafa's legs. It peeks its head out, regarding Adam with enormous, mournful dark eyes.

Rafa glances down at it, then sighs, before reaching down to pet idly at its mane. For a creature that's not even alive, it's certainly nervous. ]

I said, I am searching for a building to live in. This creature assures me I have a room.

They are not truly alive. They seem it, but they are technology. At least, that is how it seems.