Willow was currently fighting fiercely with an ever-increasing tangle of cassette tape, the latter of which seemed to be winning, as it squealed out from her small stereo system and wrapped itself all over the pony. It tentacled all around his legs, in his wings, in his mane, and eventually brought him crashing to the floor. "We Didn't Start the Fire" was blasting out from the speakers at alarming volume, mocking the pony with it's merciless onslaught of 20th century headlines.
"What happened?!" Giovenith hurried over and flipped off the 80's rock, immediately ripping away the tape away from Willow.
"Your radio attacked me with confetti!" snapped Willow, fully believing that the hyoo-mun was in possession of a dangerously malfunctioning machine. Equestria had so far only made it to vinyl records in term of personal music devices, couple that with the fact that buttons were a rather finger-oriented invention, and it began to seem quite clear how he could have fallen into such a mishap.
"Oh, you poor thing," soothed Giovenith, earning an eyeroll from the pegasus, as she ripped and kicked away the last of the cassette tape. She sincerely hoped it hadn't been something she had been overly attached to.
"Why would anypony put confetti in their radio system?!" demanded Willow, stomping off some stray tape from his back leg.
"It isn't confetti, it's a music tape."
"Tape? This isn't sticky."
"No, it..." Giovenith stopped right there, feeling exasperated already at the prospect of having to explain the evolution of musical devices. It was already a miracle that she even owned any compact cassettes at all, let alone having to possibly explain CD's or MP3's to someone who didn't even know how planetary rotation worked. "Never mind." She turned the subject, grabbing and holding up the Greek mythology book. "Look what I found!"
Willow knew what mythology was, but 'Greek' was foreign to him. He swished his tail rather sardonically, looking up the book and the one holding it. "Sterling's the one who likes books, dear. You'd probably get more enthusiasm from him about it." He turned his back, starting to walk back off to his little blanket pile.
"Wait!" Giovenith quickly flipped through the pages. "No, I thought you might like to hear some of it, because it's got a pegasus in it and all."
That caught Willow's attention. The pony spun around in surprise, immediately zipping through the air back over to the godling. "Really?" he asked with some measure of excitement. Normally he wouldn't get so worked up around people, but this was huge. "What about unicorns? The shadows man did talk about the ponies here."
Giovenith smiled a twinkly smile. "Sit down, and I'll read you a few stories!"
Whoa there, Willow backtracked, a bit put off by the girl's sudden enthusiasm. "Um, no. I really just want to hear about the other ponies. Do they talk, or perhaps say where they live? Because if they do, then maybe they could-"
"They are really interesting stories," interrupted Giovenith, frowning and blinking at the pony.
Willow paused, taking in the hyoo-mun's expression. It was slightly confused, but almost in a pouty way... she had been put-off by his decline to hear her read out loud. Why? Willow was 18 years old, not some small foal who wanted to gather round the carpet for storytime, what he wanted was to figure out ways to properly function in this new world in ways that he and Sterling might possibly know. If this girl was telling the truth, then her books (he had spotted the one about unicorns as well) could be very useful. They were in her possession though, so it wasn't as if Willow could simply snatch them away to read by himself... the ponies had been given a privilege to stay here.
It didn't take too long for him to figure out that the hyoo-mun was probably quite aware of this. He leveled his gaze at her and narrowed his eyes. "... You're not going to tell me anything until I listen to everything you want to say, are you?"
Giovenith smiled.
Typical. Why had he expected anything else? Willow supposed sneaky conditions were lurking in any world, and he felt foolish to overlook the possibility that this youth would be above making them. His memory flashed back to when she had first jumped out and borderline-assaulted him with childish fawning, not to mention her occasional tell-tale 'cutesy' tone when dealing with either him or Sterling. This girl wanted to interact with the ponies, badly. And Willow wasn't so sure if he liked the predicted sort of attention he thought would come from it... something about the smile.
But he had no choice. "Fine," he finally groaned in defeat, taking his spot in the little blanket nest and trying to get comfy. This was bound to be tedious....
"YAY!" cheered Giovenith, feeling quite victorious. The godling absolutely loved to tell stories to other people, real people (not just her stuffed animals), and was ecstatic to have an audience that