"M'aiq is always in search of calipers, yet finds none. Where could they have gone?" ~M'aiq the Liar
The air was filled with moisture from a downpour that had fallen upon the residents of a small town about four hours ago, which was great for walks along the road that headed straight out of the town. One of those residents, who went by the name of Nephyr, was taking advantage of the soothing air. He wasn't like most residents you would find in a small town, and in fact, none of the residents were like anything you'd find... well, anywhere. Anywhere that would make sense anyway. Nephyr, along with everyone else in his town, and his country for that matter, was a pony. And he wasn't an ordinary pony at all. This type of pony is called a unicorn. Disappointingly, despite contrary belief, unicorns do not fart rainbows. But they do perform feats of spectacular magic, which has helped this country thrive both economically... and militarily. After all, who would want to fuck with someone that had the ability to explode your body and turn it into a shower of crimson red, let alone an entire nation of these powerhouses?
Nephyr whistled a simple tune he had learned from his mother when his but a young colt. He smiled at the sight of a rainbow upon the horizon, furthering the beauty of a group of butterflies that crossed his path in that moment. Everything was so pretty after rain, and he couldn't pass up the opportunity of witnessing this beauty himself. As he was looking around at his surroundings, he spotted a flash of purple light near a group of trees off to his right. The trees were about forty feet away from him, so he supposed that investigating this strange light wasn't too far out of his way.
Nephyr said to himself in a cheerful tone, "Nothing ventured, nothing gained!"
With that, he veered off of the road towards the small group of trees in the grassy plains. There were mud puddles scattered across the vast area, but he was used to getting dirty. After all, you had to get used to dirt when you lived in a small town in the middle of nowhere. As he got closer and closer to the trees, nothing seemed to happen. The light could no longer be seen, and nothing else seemed to have resulted from this strange phenomenon. He ducked under a branch to enter the tightly grouped trees, confident in his abilities to traverse the treacherous terrain. Right when the confidence formed, he tripped on a thick root that protruded from the ground. His face slammed into the ground, pain instantly shooting through his neck and skull. He slowly got up and groaned, his vision a little blurry from the impact. Through his blurry vision, he could see a figure in the middle of the trees. The figure was not moving, but it was definitely not a piece of nature. The form was too precise to be a plant. As his vision cleared, he was able to discern the strange creature. It was like nothing he had ever seen before, and he had seem some strange shit in his time.
The creature was bipedal like a gryphon, but seemingly more upright than one. Well, the way the body is shaped, it was obviously an uprightly standing creature. Its facial features were that of a cat. The cat creature was unconscious on the ground, its hands splayed out at its sides, and its legs both straight and spread out. Nephyr, being the adventurous fellow that he was, decided to walk up on the cat-thing. The cat's eyes slowly slid open and met Nephyr's for a long minute.
Nephyr chanced a question, wondering if his safety was at jeopardy, "Are you alright down there, sir? You seem to be laying on the ground. I can't imagine that you'd do that on purpose."
The cat blinked a couple of times in what Nephyr assumed was surprise, "M'aiq... does not know what is going on. This surprises him. For M'aiq knows many things that others do not. And on top of that, M'aiq does not know where he is."
Nephyr adopted a look of annoyance at the way the cat was speaking, "That's a strange way to talk. I hope it's just brain damage from hitting your head. At least I know your name now. As to your location, you're near the town of Berxley in the country of Equestria. I'm terribly sorry if this a bit forward, M'aiq, but what the hell are you?"
M'aiq slowly got up on his two feet, proving Nephyr's theory that the cat was a bipedal creature, "M'aiq is a khajiit, he would of thought that to be obvious. As for you... are you a donkey of some kind? No, you're much too white for that. You're as white as snow. Yet your mane is as black as the darkest night. Hm..."
Nephyr raised an eyebrow at that, feeling a little offended, "I beg your pardon, sir! I take offense to that! I am clearly a-"
M'aiq quickly cut Nephyr off, making a hand gesture for the pony to be silent, "Quiet. M'aiq needs you to be quiet. He can figure this out, he knows it! Are you... a mule? No? A horse? No? M'aiq thought he hit it on the nail with that one. Are you a... pony?"
Nephyr was not amused by M'aiq's guessing game, and his face clearly showed it, "Yes, M'aiq... I'm a pony. Since you don't know how you got here, I suppose the first place to find clues is the village. After all, somepony must have seen something."
M'aiq grimaced a bit, "Somepony? M'aiq is disgusted at your wording. Stop that."
Nephyr glared at M'aiq, realizing that maybe the cat was worth helping, "Well, if you don't like the way I talk, then I suppose you can just find the solution to your problem on your own. You don't talk so nicely yourself there, pal."
M'aiq sighed a bit and said, "M'aiq is sorry for offending you. He never wished for such a thing to happen. Will you still help M'aiq?"
Nephyr mulled it over for half a minute and shrugged his shoulders, "Yeah, sure, I'll still help you. Well, follow me then if you want to find your answers. It's about a three minute walk from here. Oh, and you can call me Nephyr."
M'aiq nodded once, "Then M'aiq will call you Nephyr from now on. Lead on then, Nephyr. M'aiq will follow you on this dangerous journey."
Nephyr shook his head a little at the strangeness of his newfound friend and headed off. He wondered what this friendship would bring, and if it was a good idea to bring this cat... or khajiit according to M'aiq... to the village that he held so dear. Well, if M'aiq caused any trouble, then Nephyr would just break his legs and leave him out in the wild. Fortunately, he had the feeling that M'aiq held no malice towards him or his people. The cat genuinely seemed confused about his surroundings. They walked for about a minute and a half in utter silence, the birds not even daring to utter a tweet for whatever reason.
Suddenly, M'aiq broke the silence with a single question, "You smell nice. What soap do you use?"
This was going to be a long day.