As we boarded the train, Matt turned to me and said "By the way, the jury is still out on the subject of putting you down... Nothing personal but if it has to be done, I’ll be the one to live with it."

Alex quickly stood between us, placing his hand on Matt's chest. "We need to relax. She's just as hurt and lost as any of us-"

Matt shoved him into an empty seat. Dash was right there to catch the stumbling Alex, wings flared and an angry scowl directed at Matt, "Watch it! You almost hurt him."

Alex waved her away and spoke calmly, "Matt, calm yourself. You're better than this. Anyway, we both know it was just some stupid show. She's not one-"

Matt snarled, a slight tone of fear in his voice, "You don’t get it do you? You of all people should know there is a very real chance she’s practically a Borg. Who has to deal with that, huh? We both know you can barely stand the guilt of killing in combat. That leaves me to manage the risks, you’ll act too late and worse comes to worse I can take the both of us out."

I'd had enough of this crap. I stepped in front of him and glared up at him.

"Alright, let me explain why that's a very bad idea," I growled. "I'm not a Borg, no matter how I look. These parts aren't true technology.”

Matt muttered, "I’m pretty sure any engineer would beg to disagree."

Alex, still keeping that friendly little smile on me, whispered back to Matt, "Shut up, kid."

I kept my eyes on Matt, "Autochthon, the god of invention and machines, made me this way. What I am is an Alchemical Exalted. I've had a piece of Autochthon's divine soul grafted to my own." I held up my mechanical left hand. "This is my hand, changed into an expression of that soul. If you killed me, the divine soul shard in me would seek a new champion. Given the selection criteria, bets are, it'd be you. And these things have a high failure rate.”

"Failures get turned into monsters that run around trying to eat magic and anyone that uses it. They're hard to stop and harder to kill. And all that happens when you kill one is the Exaltation goes looking for another host to try again. So if you really want to start an endless cycle of death and misery, go right ahead. Shoot me and see what happens," I said, trying to keep up a brave front. Inwardly I was worried that he might take me up on that.

"Since I doubt there are many humans around for the Exaltation to use as potential hosts, how soon do you think it would be before it was trying to bond with a pony? It was designed for human hosts. It's entirely possible it would kill a pony, which means even more death and misery until it found a suitable host.” I shuddered at the thought, imagining that horror unleashed on innocent cartoon characters.

I calmed myself a bit before continuing, "and before you think it, you can't destroy an Exaltation. They've proven indestructible over thousands of years in a world filled with beings of all kinds that seem to have nothing better to do than find new ways to destroy things."

"I get that you don't trust me. I wouldn't trust me. But right now the burden of this is all mine. I just have to survive and try to become a better person than I have ever been before. Or hope this world is ready to welcome their new robot overlord," I finished, looking at my hands, one metal, one flesh, both changed.

"I watched what was happening, stuff like that. Honestly I almost put a bullet in you to end the torment," Matt replied.

Before I could comment, Dash called out from beside Alex, “Oh, I bet you would. Is that what you do? Think about ways of killing us all?”

Matt, glared at her, “Last time I didn’t plan on my allies turning on me it got someone I loved like a sister killed and almost got my leg blown off me. I don’t like the idea of killing anyone more than you like the idea of dying, but I can do it anytime, every time and without hesitation.”

Dash hovered up to him, nose to nose, “So? What about me? Any plans to take out the awesome Rainbow Dash?”

Matt shoved his nose into hers, “Only if I dealt with Alex first.”

Dash grinned, “Don't get your hopes up. I don't think you're his type.”

Matt opened his mouth and raised a finger to reply. In the end he settled for a smirk.

Alex’s very calm, kind smile never changed. I was fairly sure he had seen this before. Maybe… maybe they really are friends, and maybe they really want to help me. Maybe.

I took a deep breath and faced Matt, "Thank you for that. For being willing to do what might have been necessary. Really. I'm glad you didn't have to, but if I had become one of those monsters I mentioned, it would have been a mercy. I know you're worried about what I could do, but I don't even know what charms I have installed or how to use them. I'd just like to move on from the topic of what a threat I am. There's nothing I can do right now to prove I'm not dangerous," I told him.

Then he smiled at me, the sudden switch in demeanor left me a little concerned for his sanity. Did he just flip a switch in his mind to go from nice guy to someone willing to kill in cold blood?

Hypocrite. All concerned with another’s propensity for violence and mayhem with no thought of your own.

And again with the voice in my head. I was starting to get creeped out by it. Whatever it was seemed to have some kind of idea that I was a monster or something. I’d have to worry about it later when I had some time to myself.

"I for one would rather we stopped talking about killing my patient," Doctor Emerald interjected.

"I have to agree with Emerald. I believe now is as good a time as any to take a look at Miss Asher's bag," Trace commented before turning back to me. "If that is okay with you."

"Much as I'd like to get my stuff back, I'd rather find out more about you guys," I said as I turned toward Emerald. "Like you, Doctor Emerald, all I know is that you're a doctor... and the other business we're not talking about." Much as I wanted to ask about the Changeling thing, Blitzen wasn't in the room when I found out so she may not know. And I wasn't about to risk my oath. Fate or what they called 'The Wyrd' had a way of punishing those who broke an oath to a Changeling. And besides, oathbreaking is just a bad idea.

"Not that much to tell really, you've covered the basics and I left my curriculum vitae in Ponyville. As for the other topic, I will want to discuss that with you when you come in for your complete exam," Emerald said.

"Alright," I said as I looked up at Trace. "So what's your deal other than being tall and having a really comfortable coat?"

"I'm a half-elf, thirty four years old, and former Archmage of a group of magic users know as the Black Circle. I came here after Twilight accidentally got dragged into my world. I came back with her because I had fallen in love with her, I've been living here since the start of last winter. I could go into more detail about my life some other time if you'd like to know more, but I think that should do for now." Trace said, proving rather more forthcoming than I'd expected.

I looked over to Alex, but he'd already told me about himself, at least as much as I thought he'd be comfortable sharing at the moment. And I wasn't going to ask Matt anything. I was getting a bit annoyed with his attitude, and I didn't see the need to subject myself to more of it.

We sat down, and it looked like we had the car to ourselves. It was a fairly cozy looking train car, padded seats and all, even if they were a bit low for humans. Still it was a nice train and I was looking forward to a comfortable trip, other than the conversations.

"So how many other humans, elves, etcetera, are living in Ponyville?" I asked. I was expecting to hear that there was a small population, given that the town wasn't that large from what I remembered.

"Just the three of us, and you now," Alex said.

"So I rate a welcome from the entire human population on this world? Wow, if I'd known I was getting that kind of reception I'd have dressed up." I said surprised to hear that there were so few of us. I knew reality travelers were not common, but I'd have thought that there'd be more than just four of us in a world as pleasant in appearance as this one.

Alex sighed and held up my bag, "Moving on. Is there anything we should worry about with this bag Ma'am?"

"Only unusual thing about my bag is that the stuff in it doesn't show on scans for magic." I was hoping that being open about the bag's main secret might get me a little trust. It wasn't as if I had any weapons in there that they'd find.

Alex opened the bag. My spare clothes were at the top. Nothing fancy, just a sweater and shorts. I might be able to get the shorts over my new legs, but the sweater would get stuck on some of the new bits of my chest and arm. I always packed fairly loose clothing because sudden weight changes with world changes made tight clothing a bit risky. He set my clothes on the seat next to him.

Next came a compact, hairbrush, and a tube of lip gloss. I'm not a big fan of makeup, but sometimes you need a little extra something. But it'd take a lot of concealer to hide glowing wiring under my skin. Those went on top of the clothes.

Then he pulled out my tablet. Basic black slate, used to run android but now has some sort of limited AI. "That's my tablet, it's all I have left from Earth. Other than always coming back to me, and being darn near unbreakable, it's fairly standard for its kind. I suppose never needing to charge is also kinda weird, but it's still just a tablet."

I held out a hand for the tablet, but Alex just set it on the pile next to him. "Maybe later Ma'am."

I was getting heartily tired of being called 'Ma'am' when he pulled out the zippered pouch with my 'monthly supplies'. So I decided to be a smart aleck again, "Careful with that. Handle it wrong and it could go off with enough force to level a city block." Cue the shocked looks from everyone and everypony in the train car. "That was a joke, it's just garbage. You can throw it out, I won't be needing it anymore."

Trace spoke up, "hmm... I don't recall casting thunder." I looked and he was holding a ball of lightning in his hand. It dissipated a moment later and I decided to keep any other jokes to myself for now. I didn't know if I could take a lightning blast, but now was not the time to find out. I didn't think he'd hurt me, but he might have a taser setting for that spell and being tazed is no fun.

I spotted Blitzen with a panicked look on her face, and felt rotten about my little comment. I really did need to work on not mouthing off every time I get annoyed with something.

Glaring at me, Alex unzipped the pouch and looked inside. He gave me another look and then tossed it onto the pile without comment.

Then he pulled out something I hadn't expected. A ring of iridescent starmetal about a foot in diameter, with a ring of crystal set in the outer edge, and various etched circuits in the body. I gasped in wonder as I looked at it. "He actually made it... Autochthon used my design for an improved gyroscopic chakram. And it's made of Starmetal. I can't believe he did that... It was just an idle design I'd made."

"So what is it exactly, and what is Starmetal? I can see the same kind of metal on you and other than the odd reflections off it I'm not sure I see what's special about it," Alex said.

I decided to answer the second question first. "Starmetal is a magical metal for manipulating and working with fate. It's made from the bodies of dead gods. It's my primary magical material, and determines what kind of Alchemical Exalted I am. And the chakram is an artifact weapon that Alchemicals use. At least those who aren't into guns. And I'm not."

I waited while that sunk in. Evidently one of my visual enhancements allowed me to see in all directions, like having eyes in the back of my head... I really hoped that wasn't literal. So I had a good view of everyone and everypony.

Alex just raised an eyebrow. Matt snorted like he didn't believe me. Trace didn't even seem surprised, but if he was a mage he might have had some idea of what the metal was. Rainbow Dash looked horrified, and then she paused to think and looked even more horrified. Blitzen and Emerald seemed a bit uncomfortable.

"You mean gods like that 'Spect child? You're made out of them?" Rainbow Dash asked in a shocked tone.

I turned to face her. "Yes. And that has occurred to me. It's not something I had any choice in, though. At least it's not Soulsteel. And Incarna like Autochthon can make Starmetal from divine energy, so what I have may never have been sentient." Rainbow Dash didn't seem particularly comforted, but she looked less horrified.

I turned back to Alex, "because the chakram is made of Starmetal, I never have to worry about it hitting anyone I don't explicitly intend it to. Fate keeps it from hurting anything but its target. If it works like I planned, it'll be a sight to see. Unlike other designs, this doesn't use metal blades. Instead, it generates a ring of plasma energy as a cutting edge. The plasma also provides lift, propulsion, and control. Not as clumsy or random as a gun and better range than a beamklaive." I was getting a bit excited. I never thought I'd actually see the design made, much less have one of my own. As a human it would have been useless for me to have one. But now I could actually attune an artifact.

"So it's a weapon then," Alex asked pointedly.

"It can be. But you'd have to be an Exalted to use it, at least as something more than a blunt object or slightly heavy frisbee. I won't even be able to use it until I can attune to it. Ooh, it's going to need a name. Artifact weapons have to have names. I'll call it... Zippy. Zippy the wonder disc!" I said cheerfully.

Alex blinked at me, Matt unsuccessfully fought a grin and Trace facepalmed.

"Why?" Trace asked with a hint of resignation to his tone.

"One reason is, if I ever figure out how to use my powers, sooner or later some idiot will get the idea in their head to worship me. If that happens I want to make sure such worship will be as absurd as possible. The other reason, I like the idea of calling a weapon something silly," I explained.

"Well, we'll hold onto this for now Ma'am. Ponyville's a fairly peaceful place, you shouldn't need it." Alex told me. The others looked at him as though he'd told a bold faced lie.

Next came a simple metal box. It seemed to be sealed by some odd shaped screws, and there was a logo of a gear on the front. I shrugged, it didn't look familiar to me, then my glasses in their case. Alex held them toward me but I held up a hand to indicate I didn't need them. He pulled out my scrollcase, looked inside, closed it and set it down too.

The last thing to come from my bag was a golden ring with a comet and L logo on the front. "This looks familiar... Have you been to the DC universe? Maybe around the 30th century?" Alex asked as he looked at the ring.

"Yeah, ran into some bozo named Booster Gold, his robot Skeets said I wasn't from the 52, whatever that is. I told them my story and found out he knew something about time travel. Skeets thought maybe going to a different time might stop whatever keeps tossing me from universe to universe. So Booster got me in touch with some friends of his and I got a trip to the 30th century," I explained.

I sighed. "The annoying thing was I didn't get to meet any of the people I'd wanted to."

"Like who? Superman?" Alex asked.

"Got to meet him, and he’s really cool to meet in person, but I was hoping to find The Spectre. Or John Constantine," I said.

Alex looked at the ponies evidently making sure they were out of earshot and dropped his voice to a harsh whisper, “Ok, I hate to ask this, but... Do you have a death wish or something? Because I think we should find out now. From what I remember the Spectre was all about killing people in bizarre and gruesome ways. And John Constantine had a bad problem with getting everyone around him killed and just walking away from it."

“No, I don’t have a death wish. The Spectre was the literal Wrath of God last time I read one of his comics. If he could make contact with the Almighty, maybe I could be sent home. Or at least ask why this was happening to me. Besides, the Spectre only went after murderers, and I’ve never killed anyone.” I told him in a similarly harsh whisper.

Are you sure about that?

Screw you, voice in my head. Great, now I was talking back to the voice.

Putting the freaky voice out of my thoughts I continued. “And as for Constantine, if anyone was likely to know some hidden way back to my Earth, I figured it’d be him.”

"Sounds like an interesting pair," Trace muttered absently.

“So anyhow, I got sent to the 30th century. The Legion were great, Brainiac 5 did everything he could to try to find some way I could go home or at least stop getting thrown from world to world. Didn’t work out, but I got the nifty ring.” I decided not to mention my time in another, darker version of the DCU, where I'd picked up a more dangerous red ring.

While I was explaining this, Rainbow Dash tried to talk to Blitzen.

"Hey Blitzen, what made you decide to come back with us?" Rainbow Dash asked, evidently trying to be quiet about it, but I could hear her clearly.

"I've got my reasons," was Blitzen's reply.

"Yeah, but are you going to be ok going back to where... you know... 'That' happened?" Rainbow Dash asked.

"I'll be fine. I've gotta do this sometime. Now's as good a time as any. Can't run away forever. Besides, Miss Eleanor Asher is going to Ponyville," replied Blitzen.

I was a bit stunned when I overheard that. This mare just met me and she was uprooting her life and following me to Ponyville. And from the sound of things she had reasons to not want to go there. Was she feeling the same weirdness I did whenever I thought about her? What was going on?

Part of what was going on was that I'd zoned out on Alex. He was holding the ring and it looked like he'd asked me something. "Sorry about that, my brain's trying to keep up with everything. You'd think I'd be used to this kinda thing by now."

"I was just asking if you were serious that this is one of their flight rings," Alex said.

"It is. Made of some funky supermetal that responds to thought and makes you able to fly by will alone. I try not to cringe whenever I think of how many laws of physics it violates." I explain.

Blitzen walked over to us and Rainbow Dash flew over to land near Alex. It looked like she wanted a closer look at the ring.

"So that little ring can make you fly? Just by thinking about it? Can I try it?" Rainbow Dash asked.

I looked at Alex and nodded. He handed the ring to Rainbow Dash. Rainbow looked at the ring and grunted, staggering. She dropped the ring and flew back up and away from it hovering at the top of the car.

"Sorry, but I think it's broken. It felt like I was suddenly carrying a big weight." She said, not coming down.

Alex picked it up and hovered a foot above his seat. "Seems to work fine, maybe some kind of interference with magic?"

"That could well be, perhaps it nullified Miss Dash's natural magic... That would explain the sudden feeling of weight," Emerald replied thoughtfully.

I saw a disappointed look on Blitzen's face. Concerned I put a hand on her shoulder. She stiffened for a second and then relaxed, leaning towards me a bit.

"Still, it can make Alex fly..." Rainbow Dash trailed off. "Do you mind if we borrow it for a while when we get back to Ponyville? I want to... show Alex some cloud stuff."

"Really, you can have it. I'm not going to need it here, and I haven't used it in years." And somehow, though I wasn't sure why, I knew that it wouldn't be right for me to use the ring. Maybe it was something to do with the look of disappointment I saw on Blitzen's face.

"Ok, now you've seen everything I've got." Well, other than the hidden compartment of the bag I wasn't telling them about. The one with the really dangerous stuff. I'd have to figure out what to do with that later.

I decided it would be safe enough for now. "Well if you don't mind putting my stuff back in my bag, you can hang onto the chakram and anything else you don't trust me with, but I'd like my things back."

Alex put my stuff back in the bag. He considered the odd box for a moment and then put it in the bag with the rest of my things.

"Thank you." I said as I took the bag.

"I'm going to try something so I can maybe wear my own clothes. Don't be alarmed if I start to glow or change shape. I should be able to banish my Exaltation to Elsewhere, so I can be human for a while. At least if I can figure out the trick to it." I told the group.

I closed my eyes and tried concentrating on various commands to try make things happen. Getting no result, I tried visualizing the robotic changes reversing themselves and the machine parts going away. Seeing my body shift and reshape, metal becoming flesh. Given the gasps I heard, it seemed to be working though I didn't really feel that different. And then I felt it, a sense of lessening. I was stepping back to a nearly mortal form, and I could feel the difference.

How could I have been crazy enough to try to provoke the guy who had a gun? I was so lucky that Matt hadn't decided to shoot me. And then there was Trace's magic and that knife Alex had. I suddenly realized I was very alone, and very vulnerable with three armed men in a train car. I think if it hadn't been for the ponies I might have lost myself to panic right then. Instead I took several deep breaths to calm myself as I felt Trace's coat settle over my changed frame.

"So... that worked." I pulled my shorts and sweater out of my bag. "Nobody peek." I went over to a corner behind a partion and set Trace's coat over one of the seat. Thankfully I was fully human again, no funky wires in my skin, no soul gem stuck into my forehead, and most importantly no mechanical bits to get caught on my clothes. The moonsilver rivets on my left wrist had changed back to the bracelet that Luna had given me. I slid on my sweater and shorts. Once I had those on, I pulled out my glasses and put them on. Apparently 20/20 vision was part of the upgrade package, so I'd need the glasses to see anything more than blurs if I were going to use my human form.

[Eleanor's human form]

I walked back to the middle of the train car, holding the coat out to Trace. "Thanks for the coat Mr. Reinhart," I said. "And I'm sorry for being such a smart aleck earlier. I really don't know why I was acting that way."

"It's alright, I'm sure you're dealing with a lot right now Miss Asher." Trace replied.

"Just a bit." I admitted.

"I must say, that is a remarkable transformation! Are you biologically human now? What happened to the implants you had?" Doctor Emerald asked excitedly.

"If it worked right, I am human now. Except for the no aging thing, faster healing, and I probably can't get sick unless a disease is really strong. My charms are Elsewhere, some kind of extradimensional storage." I replied.

"Fascinating. I will have to make sure to give you full examinations with and without your 'charms'." Emerald said.

Just then my stomach decided to remind me that I hadn't eaten in a day or so. Loudly. I was actually somewhat surprised I hadn't noticed how hungry I was sooner. “Sorry about that, I didn’t eat before I came to this world.”

"We're not that far from Ponyville, we'll get you something to eat when we get there," said Alex.

"Thank you. I hope I can find work soon so I can repay what I owe. I don't usually end racking up hospital bills right as I arrive somewhere." I said, feeling a bit guilty. Here I was without any idea of what to do to even make a living in this world, and I'm already indebted.

"Don't worry about the hospital, the Princess took care of that." Alex told me.

I felt sick. I don't know why I was even surprised anymore. Gods are the same in any world. And for some reason I seem to fit the profile of the perfect pawn for their games.

I gave Alex a sour look. "It just figures. I'm resistant to direct divine manipulation for a day and already a deity is trying to find some other lever to use on me. I don't know why I expected any different here."

"Now wait just a moment, Luna didn't do that to try and manipulate you." Alex started to say.

"And I should trust her Paladin on that?" I snarled. "Forget it. I'm done being some god's plaything. I'll find a way to repay what I owe and then I'll go find someplace out of the reach of gods, if I have to build it myself."

"No? How about you trust me when I say that while they do sometimes let their curiosity get the better of them they aren’t some stupid chess gaming gods... Well Celestia and I have a chess game going but you know what I mean." Matt didn’t seem like he was under their control... but he also seemed like the kind of person who would be an unwitting pawn.

I stomped to the rear of the car and flopped down on the bench. As I did I felt a sudden rush of energy. My body shimmered with light and I heard tearing fabric. My mechanical form had reasserted itself, destroying the only clothes I had. The bench creaked a bit with the sudden change in my weight. My vision went blurry till I took off my glasses. I pulled off the torn scraps of fabric and yarn that used to be my clothes. I'd have been upset about being naked, but I was too annoyed with the situation. Also, there really wasn't anything showing in this form.

I felt a light smack on the back of my head. I looked and saw Trace standing just behind me.

"Do not assume the Princesses are the same as every other deity you've come across, they are actually very similar to their mortal subjects. Luna did this out of generosity, not so she could gain your debt," he said.

"Look, Mr. Reinhart. I've been chained up, interrogated, and threatened. I've just wrecked the only clothes I have. My mood is kinda shot right now. I'm trying not to snap at you here." I said bluntly. I left out the weird voice in my head. Didn't need anyone thinking that I'm crazy. At least not more than they already thought so.

"The Luna I knew in the other world, she was a real piece of work. I arranged the rescue of her siblings. I helped heal her. And she kept me like a damned pet for months till she got bored with me." I said, my voice descending to a growl. "And that was nice compared to what I've dealt with from other gods. So I have some trust issues where divinity is concerned, OK?"

Trace shook his head, "you've dealt with an entirely different Luna," he said gently before going back to his seat.

I focused my attention on the world outside the window. I entertained a brief fantasy of kicking out the window and just running away from all of this. But I couldn't run forever and my situation would hardly be helped by running. No matter how pleasant the idea was, to just run away and keep running.

Maybe the Luna here was on the level, but I didn't want to risk that. I was so tired of being manipulated by gods. Princess Luna seemed nice enough. I really hoped she was as nice as she seemed. But I wasn't going to bank on it.

At this point there wasn't much I could do about it though. If she wanted me controlled, I wasn't yet in a position to stand on my own. So I abandoned that train of thought for now and let my wander.

Annoyingly my mind kept wandering to Blitzen. I barely knew her, but I found myself wishing she were closer. There was something comforting about having her near me. But she was on the other end of the train car, looking as miserable as I felt.

I kept trying to puzzle out why I was feeling this way. Why it bothered me so much to see her looking unhappy. However, my questioning was interrupted by the train slowing as it pulled into the station. I had been so caught up in my thoughts that I hadn't noticed that we had arrived at Ponyville.

Looking out the window I saw a small crowd of ponies at the station. I sank down on the bench so they wouldn't see me. I wasn't feeling up to being the center of attention.

I watched Trace leave the train first. As he stepped off the train, I heard a female voice greeting him. I couldn't be sure, but she sounded familiar and given what he said earlier I suspected it was Twilight Sparkle.

"Trace! I think I've found something that explains the gender disparity among the jumpers. I've developed a theory that whatever force is behind these world jumps is somehow unable to affect females. I brought my notes with me if you want to have a look," Twilight said excitedly.

"There's a slight problem with that theory," Trace started to say before I hopped up to go to the ramp leading off the train.

"Just a small one, but a problem nonetheless." I said as I stepped over to where the lavender mare could see me.

Twilight looked like I remembered from the show, other than not being a flat cartoon image. She was holding a small stack of papers in her magical field. As soon as I spoke her right eye started twitching.

A moment later she threw the papers into the air. "Argh! So much for that theory," she growled as the papers fluttered to the ground.

Just then I heard a strange sound like some kind of electronic buzzing hum. Suddenly a brown coated stallion with an hourglass cutie-mark jumped in front of me. He was holding some odd shaped instrument with a blue light at the tip. Whatever it was it seemed to be the source of the noise.

"Run everypony! I'll hold it off!" He shouted. Great, I'm not in town a whole minute before someone thinks I'm here to cause trouble. He seemed oddly familiar, but I couldn't place the resemblance. Maybe the messy hairstyle reminded me of someone.

Everyone seemed to be waiting to see what was going to happen. I just gave the stallion my best 'are you kidding me?' look. The stallion looked at the device he was holding, and then up at me.

"You're not, are you?" He asked after a moment.

Needless to say I was confused. "Not what?" I asked.

"Nevermind. Mistook you for something else. Sorry about that. Must go. Allons-y!" He said as he ran off.

I stood there, looking dumbfounded as I tried to figure out what the heck that was all about.

Twilight cleared her throat. "So... Welcome to Ponyville!" She said with a somewhat strained grin.

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