Those who have resided in this pasture since before our arrival are all more than they seem. Their unassuming, moogle pint-sized forms are in fact assumed: we have seen occasional glimpses of an alternate state, where they instead more closely resemble humans in size and features.

It appears this state cannot currently be sustained by them long-termly, however. There is a strong chance their current miens are the result of a powerful curse or ritual, that we do not yet understand.

Even the small meandering mild-mannered unnamed sheep who hardly seem all that keen of mind are actually learning and observing from us all the time; our serving as "role models" is Blossom's stated intent behind our presence. They ARE, actually, picking things up from you. There are people sleeping in there, that we are somehow slowly waking up.

They have to date exhibited the ability to count, read and write, perform simple tasks, play instruments, recall simple information, discern connections between people, and express unique preferences.

Also, as of recently, the absent-minded little puffballs appear to have begun worshipping us as gods. Treat your newfound divinity responsibly☆!