>Satisfied with the answers, you return the pearl to your pocket and begin walking towards town.

>You keep an eye on the road, watching for any sort of disturbances

>That is until a very large disturbance decides to ambush your sorry ass.

>“HIYA!”

>Sweet merciful lord you didnt know you could have this much trouble breathing

>This pink pony

>You know of her

>Shes a huge party planner down here

>The ringing in your skull subsides, and the pink one has finished what appears to be a song.

>Punctuated by confetti

>That’s pretty sweet, not gonna lie

>You have business however

>“You’re a griffin!” She cheers, smile plastered over he horsey face

“You’re a pony!” you scream, displaying a goofy smile.

>The two of you sit there beaming at each other for a good few seconds before you give up and keep walking.

>The mare continues to bounce alongside you, keeping perfect pace.

>“Sooo…” She begins

>You wince at this. You;ve heard the stories. The horrors. The pink menace, accosting every single creature that steps into ponyville.

>You knew the struggles others faced, attempting to evade this harl-equine

>You knew how to fight it