Skye blinked, looking at Sylvia, confused. "What are you talking about...?" She asked.
"I can't tell you here, come with me." Sylvia said, walking out of the tent and leading Skye to a place behind a large stone. "Listen... I was sent here to scout the race for any sources of love for the hive.... I found you and Aquila." She explained.
Skye blinked again in confusion. "What does that mean...?" She asked.
"Skye... Neither of you are safe... There are Changelings in Canterlot... Waiting for injured ponies to arrive there..." Sylvia said solemnly. "And there are more changelings here..."
































