Characters:
 
Otuusi (O-too-see)  
Skira (Skeer-a)
 
(I changed Skira’s manestyle since her old one was harder to draw than it looks, plus ponytails make her adorbs)  
(I also didn’t know how to handle clipping on her left ear and eye so that’s the best I got)
 
Skira wandered through the forest outside Wisteria’s home, swishing her tail and trotting around.
 
She walked over to a river and watched the fish swimming downstream, whistling.
 
She heard some rustling behind her and looked over her shoulder toward the noise, nothing being there.
 
She shrugged and turned back around, her nose meeting a stallion’s nose.
 
They both jumped backwards in surprise.
 
Skira: “Who are you and why do you look like me?!” She dropped her ears.
 
Otuusi: “U-Uh, Otuusi! I could ask you the same thing!” He yelled back.
 
They slowly lowered their guards and panted.
 
Skira: “I’m.. Skira..” She wiped sweat from her forehead.
 
Otuusi: “I’ve heard of you. You’re with that pony Wisteria, right?” He tilted his head, Skira nodded.
 
Otuusi: “Neat. I uh.. I was just wandering. I was too afraid of the reactions I might get if I walked into those pony cities.” He fluttered his golden wings.
 
Skira: “Me too. They were wary but they let me stay after they had a big meeting about it.”
 
Otuusi: “Hm.. okay. I might check it out after all.”
 
Skira: “Are you.. like me or just some other creature trying to look like me?” She squinted skeptically.
 
Otuusi: “A changeling? Yeah, I’m one of them. I dunno how I ended up here, though.”
 
Skira: “Me neither.” She sniffed him.
 
Otuusi: “Yeah, uh.. I’m gonna go.” He sniffed her back.
 
Skira nodded and he ran off, opening his wings and flying into the deeper forest.
 
She watched him leave and turned to walk home.