Time and time again I am reminded about how magic truly works. It's as if there's some kind of intelligence behind it that guides and shapes it as a force, something far beyond the ken of any mortal. Magic is a bit like playing a game of darts except that there are thousands of dartboarts lined up all across the wall. You can aim the dart for the bullseye that you want and with a measure of talent you'll be able to hit a bullseye consistently... But if you miss you don't just miss. The magic doesn't just sputter out and explode, especially not if you're as good at this as I am. Instead you start to realize that you just hit a bullseye on a completely different target. That intelligence that I mentioned, I truly believe that it is what causes this to happen.

So yes, to answer your question, that is the reason that I am standing here before you with the ass of an appropriately well-groomed and fine smelling canine. Even though I could never really understand how centaurs' bodies worked before, feeling this state of existence for myself is... Actually a rather pleasant learning experience...

And yes, of course I'm still wearing my cravat. I'd feel completely naked without it.