Twilight found herself in a room made of many clay blocks. She sat in the middle of a circular indent in the floor, which was in front of a really funny looking chair that was covered with a really sparkly looking blanket that looked a lot like Woona's mane. She wondered if it tasted as good as Woona's mane.
Just as she was about to taste it, a strange pair of hooves pulled her away from it. These were strange hooves indeed, as they weren't round like hooves were supposed to be. They were too flat,and they each had five wiggly things extending from them. Was this pony sick or something?
The thing the strange hooves were attached to scolded her. It had a really deep voice, so it must have been a boy. But his mane was too fluffy to be a boy. But, he did have a lot of sparkles coming off of him. That's what she would call him. He had to know his name, and so Twilight told him.
“Spackle!” But then Spackle gave her a bad face. He said something that felt very stern, and Twilight did not like this mean voice he kept using with her.
“No!” she told him. He was NOT allowed to be that mean with her.
He seemed to understand, because he put her down with a bunch of funny-shaped thingies that kept playing with her. They were fun. He called them something, something that was kind of easy. She wanted to try this new word on the thingies.
“Gob!” This made Spackle chuckle. Good, Twilight thought. She liked it when others made happy noises.
Then Spackle pulled out something round and shiny out of thin air, and he began to play with it, looking into it. Twilight wanted to see what he was looking at, but the gobs were so fun that she didn't want to leave them. She would simply have to make her own shiny round thing.
She focused, and tried to do exactly what Spackle did. Eventually, she managed to have her own shiny round thing, and inside of it, she saw Woona, Caregiver, and herself. The gobs all “ooh”d and “aah”d at her accomplishment, but Spackle did not like this at all. Why would he not like it? Then he picked up Twilight, and with a burst of more sparkles, Twilight found herself in a new place.
Here, there was another creature like Spackle, but it had longer hair, and a gentler voice, so Twilight figured it had to be a girl. He called it something easy to learn, and handed the filly over to the new thing. Twilight wanted to try out the thing that Spackle had called her, to make sure it was right.
“Sawa?” Then the thing smiled at Twilight. Sawa must have been right, and Twilight was happy at all the things she was discovering in one day.
But then Sawa began to argue with Spackle. Why are they angry with each other, Twilight wondered. Spackle left in a poof of glitter, leaving the filly alone with Sawa.