>Thankfully your outburst hadn’t actually hurt Lyra.
>She woke up later that day and Zecora managed to properly explain about you (though how she managed to always rhyme was beyond you).
>After Lyra left, you honestly could not help yourself.
>You needed to know about this place.
>As weird as it was, it was quickly growing on you.
>Back home, life was just kind of boring. It kept on going. The only time you had déjà vu was when it had actually happened before, a testament to your lifestyle.
>More had happened the past two days than in the last two years of your life.
 
>Zecora told you about the grandness of Equestria, the splendor of Canterlot, the kindness of Celestia.
>It was all very grand and incredible, but when you asked about where she came from and the outlying lands, she clammed up.
>Sure, she told you about the dragons and the vagrant dogs and the various oddities of the Everfree forest where you had woken up, but you know the most interesting stuff is the stuff she didn’t say.
 
>She also asked why you were wearing clothes in the forest.
>If you had have been drinking at the time, you would have spewed all over her in comic fashion.
>But apparently clothes were far less of a necessity and more of a fashion statement.  
 
“Because we always wear clothes.” You reply.
>Zecora raises her brow.
>It’s obvious she wants you to explain.
>She had been doing that all day.
>You can only guess she figures a question like that’s not important enough to make a rhyme for.
 “We don’t have fur or hooves or anything like that, so we have to have clothes and shoes to protect us from the elements and whatever’s on the ground. I mean, I’m pretty rugged for human standards.”
 
>It’s not a direct lie. You were in pretty good shape.
 
Zecora: In Ponyville you may find a seamstress good for your kind. Rarity is her name, and fashion is her game.
 
“But how am I gonna pay for it? I don’t even have any cash.”
 
>Zecora sighed
Zecora: Tasks menial may be your only choice, but plenty of work there is for the strong. The gathering of bits will not take long. For now you may stay with me, but I sense you will soon depart for distant places.
 
>You can hear an owl hooting in the distance.
Zecora: When predators do rise, time it is to close our eyes.
 
“Makes sense, I guess.”
 
>She gives you enough cushions to make a sufficient bed in a comfortable corner.  
>The lack of the ever present electrical hum is disconcerting.
>The night life growls menacingly and shakes foliage and runs maddened.
 
>They’re the contestants in the race of life trying to survive the vicious night.
>For some reason, this comforts you.
>No more rat race or vicious workplace.
>You don’t have to worry about any more bills.
>No worrying about your deadbeat job.
>No worrying about your druggie neighbors.
>It’s all gone, and all that’s left is you in a wooden house in the middle of a forest.
 
>Your breathing becomes deeper and easier.
>You feel yourself slipping into sleep.