Midnight Blossom? Over for dinner?

The... creature... appeared to be equine in nature, a body type befitting that of a pony or a zebra than a full horse. Except it was wearing armor. Okay, so that wasn’t too off, since I have seen a mouse rear up on it’s hindlegs and spread it’s forelegs in a “come at me, ese” gesture while wearing one of those Mexican ponchos and a sombrero. But, I digress. Back to the pony-thing.

It’s eyes! It’s irises were of a beautiful golden shade, and the pupils were slitted, like those of a snake, or a cat. The equine had a coat of dark gray, and it seemed to fit quite well. It’s hooves - at least, I think it had hooves; you never really know -  were covered by a set of light blue horseshoes that extended over  the fetlock and a bit up the foreleg. The equine’s mane was of the same color as the shoes. The tail, too. And the tail was thrashing, and the intimidating and slightly dilated golden eyes were fixated upon me. Then they contracted to thin slits.

I got a very bad feeling of danger and imminent bodily harm if I didn’t do something, so- “Hello.”

Complete reversal. Instead of attacking me, as it was clearly planning to do, she - for it was decidedly female, as it lacked certain organs - she reared back on her rear hooves and shouted, “AH! IT TALKS!”

At the exact same time, I balanced on one leg and screamed, “A TALKING PONY!”

“Are you cooking something?” She asked, settling back down on her hooves.

“I...but...whaaat?! What that have to do with anything?!” I shrieked.

“I’m hungry.”

“Uhm?”

She sighed and her shoulders slumped a bit. “I wish you would speak a bit more, you know, coherently. You know, at least a few more syllables?” She said acidly, staring at me. “It might certainly help in your communicating with me.”

A female, armor-wearing, talking pony with a very much night-based color scheme just randomly appeared in my living room. Naturally, I was very much dumbfounded. Unable to speak, i just pointed into the kitchen.

The mare nodded, a quick dip of her head. "Awesome." She trotted into the kitchen, brushing against me.