"What the hay . . . . ." A lone voice echoes into the internet, to which the trailer had faded. The clip rewinds back to 0:35 as a pony, hidden within the fabric of a blood red cloak, walks to stand stand several feet before the floating letters.
(S)he Taps h(er/is) hooves' against the floor and shakes h(er/is)head, Muttering: "No, no, no . . . this just wont do." to h(er/is)self she sets to work.
The multicolored glow of h(er/is) magic encased the mysterious stranger's horn, as well as, the error that had caught their eye- quickly spreading out to flood the screen.
The light dims back to it's usual state to reveal the stallion, or mare, had gone . . . leaving only the smallest of changes in their place: