There is a light blue stallion at the door. He has bright yellow eyes, a faded-purple mane, and a slightly lighter-blue muzzle. He looks a slightly nervous, but there also seems to be something… odd about him.
“Hello.. I- I’m conducting a survey and I would like to know: What is your opinion on changelings?” he asks, looking at you with a small smile.

Abfall had crystal blue slit-pupil eyes, and a warm raspberry red colored coat. His mane was clean-cut at shoulder-length, and dual-colored a cloud white and royal blue. He had three horns coming off the top of his head, swept back and segmented. The middle was shorter and rounder than the other two, which curved downwards near the tips. He also appeared to have patches of scales around his neck, his wings and the joints where his legs connected to his body. His tail appeared to be a dragon tail, flexible and scaly, and a little longer than the rest of his body. Finally, he had a pair of slightly larger than proportionate dragon wings on his back, the membrane cloud white.
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“Changelings?” Abfall asked, then shrugged. “I’m not sure, I’ve never been to any of their Reserves. I know they are amorivores though.” He said, tapping his chin. “They had a dark past, yes, but now that we’ve learned to coexist, I would say they’re citizens of Equestia just like you or I.”

The pony is silent for a moment as he takes in your peculiar body. He then blinks a bit before responding.
“Oh, o- okay.. so would you ever help a changeling survive?”