Nilea was a Changeling. She was a very important one too. She was the Head Guard of one of the Changeling armies, and she liked that. But tonight, because she had a small piece of herself tonight, she went for a stroll. She had no idea where she was, but kept her cover silent as night and as dark as its skies. She crept along the shadows and jumped back as she nearly tripped over a rock. Hmm.. For what this be here for? The changeling stared at the rock for a moment before continuing on her way. She heard a voice though, and hoofsteps. In a rush of panic, she backed into a garbage can that toppled over and she was as plain as could be to the pony there.