The not-pony in question left the snow angel in order to move close to Gale's face, his nose nearly squishing into Gale's dollop of icing that passed for a nose. "
Then what am I?"He pulled back from the possibly-ginger-haired-gingerbread to peer up at Stormy quizzically. "Wait... Those shadows; you could see them too? I always thought they were some sort of bad vibe hangin' around, since I'd always see them more often in the city then out y'know?"
The deer looked to one side, squinting and peering at the pod he stayed in. "Tobias B. Delorian, age, gender... Why is my name on here? I mean," he turned his head to one side to tap an antler against the pod, "Why was I in here? What do you mean I won't be like this for very long? Am I going to turn into something else? Worse? Why do I feel dizzy and who's calling me? And --"
Tobias looked up, then jumped away from the pod. "How did I make that sound?! What am I?!"
