Pinkie liked Crypt well enough, and she wasn't about to leave him behind for real, but she did appreciate the feeling of freedom she got when she left his proximity. It was her turn to do something, and that something was to make a friend. She saw two ways this could go: she made a friend, or she didn't. Most likely the final result would take one of those two extremes, but she wasn't about to call one or the other - that was just a good way to be proven wrong.

With a giggle and a bounce, she called out. "Hey! Hey you! Wait up!"

The maroon dragon clearly heard her, twisting out of the carriage's harness to look behind the metallic vehicle. It kept moving despite the lack of dragon pulling it, telling Pinkie the smoke was probably an engine of some sort powering the wheels. Now that she was closer, she could also tell that the dragon was a female. Young for a dragon, but that meant she was about Pinkie's age.

In her hands was a metallic cylinder studded with red gems. "Woah, that's pretty..."

The dragon smirked and spoke with a calm, serenading voice. "You look like you'd know a thing or two about beauty. The spitting image of a cloud at sunset sparkling with an aquamarine mineral sea."

"You know, usually people call me a bundle of cotton candy."

Her voice lost its calm backdrop and became nervously high-pitched. "I-I I mean, of course, cotton candy, how silly of me!"

"Smooth."

"...Thank you."

"You don't even know what cotton candy is, do you?"

"A dragaina of my caliber does not need to invest in such knowledge."

"It's literally the best-tasting food in existence. Pure sugar laced into the texture of clouds. If you got me some sugarcane I could totally make you some."

"...I never said I wasn't willing to learn, of course..."

Pinkie laughed, extending a hoof. "Hi, I'm Pinkie Pie!"

"Myrrh," she said, awkwardly grabbing Pinkie's hoof in her claws and shaking side to side.

"...You are going to be so fun to be around."

"Really!?"

Pinkie giggled. "Ooooh yeah. HEY! CRYPT! SHE'S FRIENDLY!"

She got no response from the stallion.

Pinkie facehooved. "Her name is Myrrh and she's really nice! I'm going to be making cotton candy! ...Ponyfeathers, I don't think he knows what cotton candy is either."

"Sounds like he's missing out on the spice in life..."

"Well, you're a dragon, you'd know about that."

Myrrh laughed - nervously at first, but eventually she devolved into a guffaw that spewed bright orange flames into the air.

"Ka-ching!" Pinkie laughed. "Well, while we're waiting for him to get over his internal deliberation over your status as a monster, why don't you tell me about this carriage of yours?"

"Monster?"

"Carriage, Myrrh, we're talking about the carriage, focus."

"Oh. Uh..." She cleared her throat and put on a 'cool' expression. "This bad girl operates on heat and plant matter alone, is able to cross any terrain except water, and provides all the necessities a young traveling dragon needs. Wait, scaleblight, you're not a dragon."

"I'm sure it provides all the necessities a pony needs too."

"Po...ny. Is that what you are?"

Pinkie blinked very slowly. "That's a new one."

"Oh, geez, sorry, I-"

"Hey, it's fine, I just kind of expect people to know what ponies are! Maybe it's unrealistic of me!"

"Is it?"

"I don't know, I'm new here!"

"Did you cross the desert too?"

"Uh, no, we just came from the large pillar over there."

Myrrh gasped. "What a coincidence! I was just there, saw this strange face, and decided to follow where it was looking!"

"It's destiny then!"

"Traveling buddies?"

"You bet!"

"I'm convinced," Crypt said, stepping out from behind a bush. "She's harmless."

"Told you," Pinkie said, sticking her tongue out.

Myrrh gasped. "Why hello there handsome!"

"How can you possibly find a pony handsome if you've never seen one before?"

"Uh..." Myrrh's eyes drifted to opposite sides of her face as her mind failed to process the question.

"Mostly harmless," Crypt corrected his earlier judgment. "People like her are trouble magnets."

"Well, so are we!" Pinkie said with a grin. "We can become a trio of misfits exploring the world because... We can!"

"Right!" Myrrh said, nodding vigorously. "One question though."

"Hmm?" Pinkie asked.

"He spoken for...?"

Pinkie glanced at Crypt and raised an eyebrow. "I dunno, are you, mister cryptic mc-cryptic-pants?" She paused. "Uuuuugh, that's why you're called Crypt!"

"That's not why."

"There are at least two reasons for everything."

"...I feel like that's wisdom. is that wisdom?" Myrrh asked.

Crypt grunted.

"...I don't think he likes me," Myrrh whispered to Pinkie.

"He doesn't really do 'liking things'," Pinkie whispered back. "Anyway, we're all going to the same place, so let's get this party into gear!"

"It's already in gear," Myrrh said, pointing at the carriage. "The Prowler's still going without us."

Pinkie stared at the Prowler. "Huh. ...Is it getting faster?"

"...Frillbite," Myrrh swore. She spread her wings and took off into the sky, the motion sending warm air blasting past Pinkie and Crypt. "Get back here, you!" she called as if her vehicle were some runaway pet.

Crypt stared at the dragon with an unreadable expression.

"Hey, at least she's not doing impossible things!" Pinkie said with a chuckle. "Two impossible women in one day would be a bit much for you, huh?"

Crypt sighed.