“That guard wasn’t talkative at all, so it left me some time to think, like how am I able to exist here? For all I know, some sort of foreign parasite could be slowly killing me right now, or this is all a made up reality and I’m in a coma.” While still levitating your bedding, she also moves what’s down here around to make room with no apparent strain of effort.
 
“Simple, if you weren’t able to exist here, you wouldn’t be here to question it.” She says it in a matter of fact way while laying down a blanket. The aura brightens as it starts to become… fluffier. The pillow and another blanket lay on top of the makeshift futon. “I’m sorry, but this is the best I can do for your size. Wasn’t expecting an alien to sleep here, or anything big now that I think about it. It’s a library, not a bed and breakfast. Go on…” she sits and waits for more.
 
Picking up were you left off, you continue your tale. “I asked the guard a few of the questions I had rattling in my head, about if there’s ever been aliens before.” You stop before telling her what humans would do if an alien came to Earth like how you told the guard. “Meeting Rarity was interesting, she seems very formal. The way she looked and talked intricately about things and seeing her works shows off a lot of heart… now that I think about it, maybe she was trying to persuade me to help her with generosity. When I offered to help gem hunt, she tried to flatter me. Her disposition did change after I dismissed those rumors…” Realizing you are wondering out loud, the pony listening might not appreciate you second guessing the potentially manipulative pony. “The clothing helps a lot, I’m grateful for them. I should have been more precise about what I wanted though. Now, we talked about a minotaur, which gets me thinking how me and you can talk about something like that and we both understand it, and how we’re able to communicate to begin with.”
 
“I’ve been wondering the same thing. Maybe whatever brought you here also filled in the gaps of your mind about what things are?” The idea that something rearranged your brain is probably more horrific the more you think about it. “But whatever the reason, it really helps smooth things out. Can you imagine what it would be like if you couldn’t speak Equestrian?”
 
You’ve never thought of that. “Yea, it would have made things a lot more awkward. Anyway, after a small existential burst, I found myself cornered by a flock of ponies. It seemed like a good idea at the time, so I scared them and ran.” She gives you a look of your decision is retarded what the hell. “I know, I know. Caught up in the moment and all that. Thought they were going to judge me, so I eventually ran back here. You know the rest, so I’ll stop.”
 
“Why did you run?” Apparently she wants an answer. “I can imagine if we chased you and you didn’t know what we were, but seriously?”
 
“I didn’t want them judging me,” cutting her off before she eventually starts to do the same to you, “I don’t like that. There were a few times I could have said something about myself, but I didn’t.” Hold on, getting too personal here. “Listen, thank you for everything, but I really need to sleep.”
 
She eyes you for a bit. “It’s okay, you talked to everypony later, so it’s all water under the bridge. You just rest, we’ll get you home soon enough.” With that, she heads up the stairs and leaves the door open. Laying down, you calm down from this crazy day…
 
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