But the sliver of amusement I draw from my musings is only a small ebb in my appraisal of the reality of the situation before me. I will not deny it: I am incredibly nervous about these “ponies”. How could I not be? Ignoring the vast and healthy land they presumably held claim to, beyond their large towns that looked wealthier than most Zebrican cities, one look at the impossible mountain city before me was enough to make me deeply nervous. What kind of species could create grand works like this? Was it a function of a strange power they held? Was it a consequence of sheer determination to succeed and flourish? Was this all fostered due to a unity that zebrakind can only dream about? Was it all of that? A mixture? Or was it something else entirely? I did not know.