send “mama” to meet my muse’s mother
This couldn’t have been right? There’s no way that something like this could have been remotely possible. The portal didn’t work that way. Even though she didn’t quite understand it properly, she knew it should have warped this creature’s form. Or maybe it shouldn’t have. Oh, she should have asked the Princesses about this…
Instead of greeting her daughter at her door with a gleeful smile, she instead stood before, well… a two legged creature. A rather odd looking one, too. He looked as though he had the hair of a pony–it was a bright red like several she’d seen–but… he wasn’t a pony. What was he? One of Vinyl’s friends she’d written to her about, maybe…
“I, um…” Aurora Blues stammered, repeatedly looking over the strange visitor. “C-can I… help you?”