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"Then we shouldn't have to worry." She interrupted. "If they weren't close,
they couldn't see that your mouth didn't match your speech, so we're fine.
Even if they overheard us, our conversation wouldn't give them any clues
about your true nature. It's not like anypony else knows what a human is.
We stick to the plan, keep you hidden and wait for the Princess. She can
find a safe way back to your home, and everything will go back to normal."
I gritted my teeth in frustration; she wasn't getting it. "Just one more thing
and I'll shut up. What if that pony wasn't following us because of me? Until
they teleported, you had no idea they were even there. Maybe they were
watching you." I paused for dramatic effect. "And maybe this isn't the first
time."
Twilight opened her mouth to respond, but shut it quickly. She thought for a
moment more before her eyes narrowed, and she spoke. "You are just a
ray of cheerful sunshine, aren't you?" I suppressed a laugh, and she
sighed, "Just stay quiet." She'd gotten the message, so I complied. Maybe,
our stalker was as harmless as she hoped. But my gut said otherwise, and
I'd learned to trust its opinion. I shouldn't have given Twilight my word not
to use magic. I'd felt safe doing it at the time, but in hindsight it was easily
the dumbest thing I'd done since I had arrived. Well, except the whole
'Cyclone from Hell' thing. That took first place, but this was a damned close
second. I would just have to soldier on until I could get Twilight to release
me from my stupid impulse.
As we entered Ponyville, I tried to keep a careful eye out. Not just for
suspicious ponies (you know your life is weird when you can use that
phrase seriously), but because the town itself was fascinating. Most of the
buildings were built in the old-town Bavarian style, complete with
overhanging upper stories and brightly stained shutters. Most had thatched
roofs, which seemed odd, given that Fluttershy's cottage had actual
shingles. So did a few buildings in town. I wondered briefly if it was a
financial choice or tourist attraction. The latter seemed more likely. All of
the ponies I saw on the street looked prosperous, and the town was so
clean and quaint it practically screamed 'photo op'. There were a few
exceptions to the old school architecture though. We passed more than a
few merchant's tents, and a multistoried meeting hall sat proudly in the
distance. One business was called 'Sugarcube Corner', and just looking at
it made my blood sugar spike. It was a bakery made to look like a
gingerbread house thick with frosting, but the sweets-based architecture