A tall blue pony in armor trots over, unease in her steps. Not the sort of unease of not being used to it, but the unease of being here at all.

"Um...Ah know a lil' 'bout 'em, but what's these?"

She points at the Lillipup and Mareep that're walking beside her. "My doggie Daisy got turned into the puppy." Daisy yips in greeting. Hello, stranger! "An'...this one's followin' me, an' ain't right sure what it is, 'sides a sheep. Ain't a Whimsicott, for sure." Maaa, the sheep bleats.