One pony, a silvery blue pegasus, notices your distress. "Something wrong?" she asks.

"The bridges--the Byways--parts of them seem to have . . . disappeared."

"They didn't disappear. They fell," the pegasus calmly replies.

"Ahh, yes . . . I suppose there are always people--um, ponies--reinforcing the highways?"

The pony nods, her yellow tresses bobbing up and down. "Constantly."

"So you wouldn't have to worry about these things collapsing, would you?"

"No, I wouldn't worry," she replies, much to your relief. "I could fly to safety as long as nothing hit me . . . you might have to worry, though."

You boggle. "But . . . how often do accidents happen??"

The pony shrugs. "All the time. That's why there are so many more pegasi here than earthlings and uni--"

You miss part of the pegasus' sentence as you dash toward the towering castle. You breathe a sigh of relief when you cross through its towering stone archway. Surely the ponies tried to make sure that the castle wouldn't tumble from its perch. Turning around, you discover the blue pegasus hovering a few feet away. "You don't need to worry about these Ways," she says. "The ones near the castle are always the best kept."

"Oh . . . good," you reply. "Hey, what's your name?"

"I'm Windspire."

You frown. "I don't remember a My Little Pony toy like you."

"They never made one. Only a few ponies from the land became toys," Windspire replies. "Sometimes visiting humans make customs of us, though."

"Customs? What do you mean?"

"They take a toy pony and change it so it looks like someone else," Windspire explains. "I can show you some, if you want."

"Sure, I'd like that," you smile.

Windspire nods and beckons for you to follow as her hoofsteps begin echoing down the brightly tiled hallway. After going up and down several sets of stairs and ramps, she nudges open a rather plain looking wooden door. As you enter the room, glass cases with a furry coating of dust catch your eye. Windspire carefully runs her hoof over one case, blazing a path of glass through the forest of dust.

"Wait here. I'll get a dust rag," she calls over her shoulder.

"Okay," you reply. Leaning over the cases, you gaze in amazement at the plastic toys encased within. You can recognize the origins of a few of the toys, but their symbols and hair colors have been altered, along with their identities. Most have tags tied around their necks The cases are unlocked, you note. Surely it wouldn't hurt to look at some of the custom ponies while you wait for Windspire to return . . .