Back in Equestria again. That was anticlimactic.
Was following the shore, and at about 10 yesterday, found a worn-down path, followed it, and came to some kind of checkpoint or something. Staffed by five or six royal guards. They saw me and just waved me on through. That seemed kind of simple, so I asked them about the rules for entering and leaving Equestria. Their leader shrugged and said there weren’t any; the checkpoint was just there for ponies to know when they were leaving Equestria, as opposed to actually stopping anybody.
So yeah. Boring.
Back in Equestria, pretty much nothing’s changed. Everything feels exactly the same. So, seriously, what actually happens outside Equestria? Even if some other kind of pony person is in charge of the weather and plants and whatever, you’d think it’d feel a LITTLE different. But no, the only way I know I’m in Equestria again is the guards back there and the shore starting to turn from south to southeast.
I wonder if any ponies live outside Equestria. Well, I’m sure SOME do, but enough to take care of the weather and the land? That area’s supposed to be uncharted, but if there are ponies there, even if they don’t want to live in Equestria, you’d think they’d trade something for their own maps. Come to think of it, you’d think any deer that live out there would be that way, too. Maybe nobody lives out there and I’m just making stuff up. Again.
Getting closer to Los Ambeles. Should be another day or so.
I don’t feel one single change
Across the whole complete rangeOf the nearby lands
Of the lands of green
That I have now seen
Of my nation and other lands; so strange.
Well, limericks may be more flexible, but they’re not necessarily easier. My writing’s getting less impulsive, now that I have to think about rhyming.