The grey mist suddenly takes on a tinge or red, and the blue dissapears.  You look around, uneasy.  Suddenly, a little equine that hadn't been with the others charges at you.  You flinch, then sigh in relief as he stops just short of you.

He glares at you untrustingly.

~Who are you?  Why were you near my mares?~

"You can talk!"  You exclaim in surprise.

~We Twilight Ponies can speak to you if we wish, but I and my mares tend not to let others know.  I am only speaking to you right now so you know that you are not welcome.  Leave our lands."

You look at him, then quickly turn back down the path.  You hope to someday return and talk to the mares, though you hope to avoid the stallion.  As you leave, you see a sign: