"Oh. What sort of things do you inquire about?"

"I think I will stay until my paladin needs me. Because I can talk. But sometimes when he needs me I teleport right to where he is! And then usually he jumps on my back and I've got to run really fast when that happens!"

"Mostly I interview people who everybody would like to know more about, so that everyone can know what they have to say without them having to talk to hundreds of people."

"... I suspect that that might not work while you're in Milliways," she tells Katixa.

"Oh, you're a reporter!" says Fluttershy. She may be slightly terrified of journalists on account of the whole incident with Photo Finish but it would be rude to let it show. "If you want to interview someone you should interview Rarity or Twilight, I'm very shy."

"Ooh, I'd love to be interviewed," says a white unicorn with a posh-sounding accent, preening her mane.

"I'm not sure if I should be publishing anything about you - pamphlets are illegal right now and I have no idea what my new boss would make of it - but I can certainly interview you pending finding that out. You're called 'Rarity'?"

"Oh no! If it wouldn't work here he might need me and I wouldn't even know!" Katixa trots out.

"Yes."

"And how did you find yourself here in this - demiplane?"

"The door to it appeared where my friend Twilight's closet was supposed to be. Princess Celestia said it was dangerous for some reason and closed it, but Discord played a...prank" (she looks very disapproving as she says this) "on us so that we ended up stuck here instead of back in our world."

"And who are those people?"

"Princess Celestia is the ruler of Equestria! She's an alicorn like Twilight, but she's a thousand years old and very wise and very powerful. She raises the sun every morning—well, in Equestria, I don't know who's responsible for the sun here."

"Discord is, uh, the Lord of Chaos. I really don't know how to explain him, except that he's very rude."

"Are they gods?"

"I'm sorry, I don't really know what a 'god' is ... uh, probably?" It sounds about right from the sense the translation magic is giving her.

"Huh! While you're stuck here what is it you mean to do with yourself?"

"Well, I always enjoy meeting new people, but I need a spell to speak your language, so I'm not sure how much of that I'll get to do."

"You don't think you'll be here long enough to learn Chelish the long way?"

"Is that what your language is called? I don't know, I might. But your language sounds so different from ours, I think it would be hard to learn." Has he not noticed that she's a horse.

Well, dragons can do it. "It's called Chelish, yes, and this - well, outside the demiplane - is the city of Westcrown, capital of Cheliax."

"Well, at least I'm stuck somewhere fashionable. What's Cheliax like?"

"...recovering from having been controlled by the king of Hell. But we're the most literate country in the world, I hear, so there's that."

"I don't know what 'Hell' is but it kind of sounds like the sort of thing best left to the Princesses. Who rules Cheliax now?"

"That'd be Queen Aspexia III, she and her adventuring party conquered it. Is there much war where you're from?"

"... oh, no, not in a very long time. Well, there was that one thing with Nightmare Moon ... and Sombra ... but we took care of those pretty quickly."