Holding up your hands to get their attention, you say, “Hold your horses,” the pun hits you, but decide to carry on, “every…pony quiet down. We’ll do one at a time…”
 
Before you know it, time flies by as you answer what they ask. A few things don’t make sense, so you ask questions in turn. Most of them are basic things on both sides, with some seemingly comical ones scattered about. Eventually the whole thing becomes an informal gathering with you as the conversation piece, almost like friends getting to know each other for the first time. Twilight was right, they’re asking what you are, not who, so it’s not as bad as you thought it was going to be. When you notice hours have gone by of just talking, a sense of ease takes place. With the sun gone and a better understanding of where you are, it’s a peace you’ve not felt in a long time.
 
“So, are you ready to go? I told you it would be easy.” Twilight finishes writing whatever on the parchment, and then you notice the guard. He does not look happy, but she continues, “Wow, with everything you’ve said, I’m going to have to write another report! This changed some of my theories, I hope the Princess doesn’t mind. Oh well, I am making a whole new field of study after all. Humanology! Has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?”
 
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