Noticing the eyes of the ponies around them landing on Midnight, he frowned. She hadn't done anything; she was just trotting through town. One of the ponies even hid behind his stall. He was surprised that what she said was true; they really did judge her appearance. He tried to shrug it off, answering her question instead. "Well, our villages have somewhat strict rules. Young zebras are tasked to find a way to profit their village as they grow, to be a productive and reliable member of the tribe. As a guardian, a trader, a farmer... Though no matter which road you take, you are always put through physical training at a young age to learn to defend yourself and others from the predators of the swamp." He looked down, his smile beginning to fade. "My village tended to begin training colts at a younger age than most tribes, so the tasks tended to be more difficult for us."