"I would think that your so-called 'friends' would be more understanding of our situation, North." She had a Manehattan accent, adding unintentional flair to certain letters.
Now, normally, I would think to question her about how she knew that. But, she has full control of the universe. So I don't need to ask. Nonetheless, she was right. They were all much less understanding than they normally are. Even Pinkie, as unquestioning as she is, had looked like she was going to flood me with questions.
"It's a weird situation they've never heard of, nor experienced. I would think that it's normal for them to react the way they did."
"But the lavender one refused to even call me anything but 'it.' Anypony else would have used 'her' except for that one." Her accent changed to a southern Saddle Arabian one. Everything she said, she had a different accent. Just one of the many things I loved about her.
"I'll talk to them again and try to get Twilight to use 'her' when she's speaking of you, alright?" I knew that they had all followed me. It wouldn't be too hard.
"Alright." She had that distinct Trottingham accent. I was actually expecting two things; an ugly accent, and an argument. She knew I loved the Trottingham accent, and she hated being defeated. I was genuinely amazed that she was being so...how should I put this...divine in accepting defeat...
"Great. I lo-" my seemingly obvious statement was cut short by six ponies of varying species running out of their odd hiding places and towards me and Pas. Always the worst time for an ambush. But, hay, they had a knack for that.
"Why do you always come out at the worst times?" I had went on a few "adventures" with them. I know their timing. Nonetheless, my question immediately got ignored...by multiple voices of varying accents coming from ponies of varying species. I was only able to catch certain parts of what they were saying..
"...s Pas De Cheval? I thou..."
"...e Cheval, you are very pret..."
"...ought you'd be differen..."
"..ell ain't you a handsome woman! Ah ex..."
"WILL YOU ALL SHUT UP?!" A Central Amareican voice screamed. It's pretty obvious who this voice belonged to. And the owner of said voice turned to me and said, "Downpour, things are going to change."