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“-azing, I’ve never seen anything like it! Your thaumic readings are off the chart and if there were a chart for temporal ripples you’d be off that one too! Add to that what I believe is a spatial anomaly centered on yourself and-”
“One moment sir. Ehem, Yes Twilight, it’s all very exciting but I’m terribly busy talking with the good mr. Laurence. I’m very interested in his exploits in Saddlerabia you see and you talking over him is quite frankly rude. I’ll be happy to continue our discourse later but right now I’m otherwise occupied, thank you very much!” I scold the excitable unicorn at my side before turning back to the raised eyebrow of the renowned earth pony. “My apologies sir, my friend here is terribly excitable, you were saying?”
His eyebrow still scrunched, eyes flicking to my side briefly, mr. Laurence graciously continued the explanation of what he’d done in Saddlerabia so far. At a pause in the conversation (where twilight tried to interject again, something I stopped with a glare) we both took a sip each from our water flasks, something required here in the stifling heat of Saddlerabia. “I’m happy to continue our talk,” Laurence says with a ponderous look, staring at the empty spot next to me in the sand where Twilight is impatiently waiting for my attention walking back and forth in her treehouse. “But, don’t you already know most of this? You did afterall tell me of these same exploits no less than a month ago.”
I pause at that. I did? No, impossible, this is the first time I’ve met him and I tell him as much. “Though,” I add at the unsubtle prodding of Twilight, “I have been told that I’m an temporal anomaly, whatever that means. Nonsense if you ask me. Now, how did you go about crossing the desert? It must have been a most dangerous affair-”