[i]Some sort of sixth sense, huh?[/i] Snapshot filed the information away in the back of his mind. He had heard of it before, certain ponies with strange quirks that could warn of a great breadth of happenings. In the case of Spring Tales, it would definitely be on the list of potential threats to his disguise. As the question of his origins came up, Snapshot momentarily panicked. He had covered every aspect of his disguise except where he came from. He thought city ponies just wouldn’t care enough to ask. With that expectation shattered he launched an answer off the cuff and made a note to think of more details at a later date.

	[i]Half-truths, Snapshot. The best lies are not even lies at all.[/i] “I moved here from Upper Los Pegasus about a week ago. Don’t get me wrong, it was nice…but I’d spent my entire life in the clouds. I wanted to see how the ground pounders lived—I mean, my flightless—“ Snapshot bumped his head against a nearby wall and whinnied. He snorted loudly as he as he slid into a sitting position. “Sorry. I’ve never been on solid ground until just a few days ago and it’s totally weird,” he said as he held up his forehooves to grasp at the air and extended one large wing off to the side. “This is the first time I’ve seen anything other than birds or pegasi and I still kind of talk like it…”