The longer they stood here, the more Olivia realized things weren’t quite what she had thought. It looked like a town, with the same sort of population distribution she would’ve seen in Ponyville. There were male, female, young and old. This resemblance appeared to be only skin-deep, however. There was no conversation—the children didn’t have toys or beg for sweets. The range of cutie marks was remarkably small—it captured only math-related concepts.