*One thing at a time. Maybe... Changeling. That's more important.* He responded. "Willow... There's something we need to tell you..." Narrowleaf said, out loud.
"Have you ever heard of changelings?" she asked, horn glowing. The bear cub growled a little in protest.
The bear whined. (http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2012/06/20/article-0-13B26F60000005DC-22_964x771.jpg)
Willow sat down. "They eat love from ponies and are buggies." She replied. Narrowleaf sighed and took a step back.
Willow ran behind Narrowleaf. "R-Really..?" She whimpered. "It's okay, Willow..." He said, smiling. "I'm scared of changelings, too."
"But he married one." she replied, laughing. "Willow, sweetie, I promise I'm safe." she said. The bear cocked her head, considering. Then she pounced.
Narrowleaf sat next to Brisk. "It's alright... Don't worry." He said. Willow sobbed and ran over. She attempted to hug Brisk.
"Not unless you want me to go panther and kick both of your.... butts." she said, carefully. Brisk focused and was solid for a few seconds, managing to hug her. But it failed quickly.
Narrowleaf's eyes began to glow. "I... I have an idea." He said, looking off into the distance. "It's a bit risky, though..."
