Ponyville Changeling Roamer

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-	<p>...to be a mare on her own.  After a while, though, you’re sick of it.  You decide to head back.  Might as well.  Nothing to do out here.</p>	+	<p>…<i>back on the road anymore. At least this is the last journey I take.</i>  You spent the last four months, since you left the hive, just wandering, flitting from place to place, never stopping to talk. Who would want to talk to a changling anyway?  Even your own kind shun deserters like you.  Sometimes you wonder if you deserve that, if you were wrong to leave.  Wrong or not, though, you couldn’t think of any other alternative.  It just seemed right to go somewhere, anywhere, to keep going, to GET OUT.</p>
-	<p>You turn round, and before long the town is in sight again.  Perhaps you didn’t wander as far as you expected.  Before you break from the trees, you prepare yourself, mentally, unconsciously, to enter your hometown.  This mantle, this social role is second nature to you now, so it’s almost as if I don’t even have to ask:</p>	+	<p>Just as now it seemed right to end the wandering, and settle in the tiny town of Ponyville.  Surely they’d accept you, kind and capable…</p>
-	<p>How do you approach?</p>	+
		+	<p>(Be a dear and pick your gender right quick.  Last obvious question, I swear.)</p>
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		+	<p>[[Ponyville Changeling Roamer Male|I'm a boy!  And you need glasses.]]</p>
		+	<p>[[Ponyville Changeling Roamer Female|I'm a girl!  And I think contacts would suit you better.]]</p>

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…back on the road anymore. At least this is the last journey I take. You spent the last four months, since you left the hive, just wandering, flitting from place to place, never stopping to talk. Who would want to talk to a changling anyway? Even your own kind shun deserters like you. Sometimes you wonder if you deserve that, if you were wrong to leave. Wrong or not, though, you couldn’t think of any other alternative. It just seemed right to go somewhere, anywhere, to keep going, to GET OUT.

Just as now it seemed right to end the wandering, and settle in the tiny town of Ponyville. Surely they’d accept you, kind and capable…

(Be a dear and pick your gender right quick. Last obvious question, I swear.)

I'm a boy! And you need glasses.

I'm a girl! And I think contacts would suit you better.