>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