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  1. 3 points
    Taira had mostly been sticking to his job on the mill for the past few days and focusing on that. The conversations of the surrounding equine were always fascinating, but he had a job to do for a friend. Today though, he'd been given some time off. His labors had been beneficial to the apple clan in this season, though not so much that he could take much pressure of his gracious host: Applejack. In his younger days he might have been able to keep at it nonstop through the night, but as he was getting on in years he felt he needed a break... and there were even some eager volunteers trying their hoof to push this season forward. How Fortunate! The old yokai's curiosity soon lead him to one of the few ponies here he had not yet gotten to speak to. Princess Luna. It was curious how many royals he was running into on his travels. First Blueblood, Then Celestia, and now Luna! Maybe he was having a run of good luck. It wasn't everyday he got to talk to someone so close to his age. So, with this time off he had been granted he saw fit to approach the princess. Not wanting to appear too obtrusive, he'd taken on his kirin shape once again. It was a good choice for social interactions. For the moment, It seemed that the princess was involved in decidedly one sided staring contest with Applejack. It was clearly a very intense one... had something happened between them? The stories he'd heard made no mention of animosity between the Moon Princess and a heroine of this wondrous land. Green eyes bounced between Luna and Applejack. Taira stuck a hoof out and waved to the princess, leaning into her line of sight. He spoke up with a rather pleasant tone, "Good day, Princess! I'm Taira from the mountains to the far far east, may I ask what brings you to cast your gaze on Miss Applejack this day?"
  2. 3 points

    From the album: FiM Cast

    For eqd's Flower Ponies day!

    © hasbro

  3. 2 points
    sorry for not posting much at all. I have just been extreamly spent from life as of late. Soon as i can I will try to get some posts out.
  4. 1 point

    From the album: Fire Walker Goodies

    Fire Walker getting a rare moment to lay around in the buff.
  5. 1 point

    From the album: FiM Cast

    A little Roseluck for her special day on eqd!

    © hasbro

  6. 1 point

    From the album: Fire Walker Goodies

    Fire Walker can fly! Fly Fire Walker! Fly!
  7. 1 point
    Silverstream let her mind wander all the time. It wandered so much sometimes her friends could visibly see it running around. Although she could be labeled as hyperactive, she also had the ability to focus on a single task very well. Often times, her enthusiasm is mistaken for a deficit of attention. However, make no mistake, she is that too sometimes. When she gets an idea or a musing, she is brave enough to attempt to discover it on her own. This led her to taking research trips to the Everfree without telling anycreature, scaring her friends and family for her whereabouts. It has also caused her to adapt a strange amount of proficiency in the most peculiar of trades. And not just plumbing, but also empty snail shell voyaging, artistic soap carving, and extreme iron-boarding. She would eventually be a jack of many trades without some of her closest friends and family ever knowing. Fascinating how such an eccentrically social creature like Silverstream could also be such a closet hobbyist. Recently, she found a new adventure in a department that some would not find too surprising, but just like all of her other extracurricular activities, many had no idea what it was. A few clues could be found to associate with what she might be doing, but no one would care to pay that close attention to the details. After all, no one was murdered and nothing is stolen. So what might this pink hippogriff be up to? Well, for starters, she has been sneaking out at night. After everycreature is supposedly asleep, she is sneaking out and going somewhere around the campus. Why alone though? And why at night? What is she hiding? ((New thread open to students. PM if interested)) Thread: The Seabourne Identity
  8. 1 point
    It was late at night, probably too late for any sane pony to be up and awake. Even in a tourist-heavy spot like the Gallopagos, where a luau of some sort or description could generally be found if you were in a partying mood, most of the locals and the more sensible of visitors would simply let themselves be lured to sleep under the cooling tradewinds. But to every rule, there are exceptions. There are two weeks where the winds die, and leave ponies alone to deal with the heat, and their thoughts. Among these was Earth Writer, a stallion who felt washed up in most every sense of the word, and yet was unable to shed the old habits of a bohemian urban reporter, walker of the late night coffee shop beat. He was up, writing, and for the first time in a while, writing something that would appear in a periodical. Not as a news article, though; this was of a more… personal nature. “Dear Princess Cadence, I’m writing to you in a moment of quiet desperation. I’m still not entirely certain you will be able to help me, but at the very least, this letter can be published as a cautionary tale for your readers. I’m in a bad state, and I really can’t blame anypony more than myself for my situation. It’s a long story, but I’m hoping that it helps another stallion not make the same mistakes I did. It all began when I’d just gotten my first job, as a junior reporter on the Canterlot Chronicle. I was taking a little trip back down to Ponyville, to both participate in the annual Running of the Leaves, and write a little article on the event. During that time, I met a mare, who I’ll call Honey Pear for the sake of her privacy. We ran alongside each other, and ended up helping each other out of some sticky situations. It was the sort of thing that would make any stallion or mare bond, and bond we did. Over time, we’d meet up more and more. My work was still keeping me in one place, and her work at the weather factory allowed her to visit regularly. Eventually, I became certain that she was my special somepony, and I took the opportunity to tell her so. And she reciprocated! I still look back on that day as when I was both happiest and most hopeful. But after that… Life started to intrude on our plans and dreams. Both of us were doing well at work, which led to us having extra duties and responsibilities, and less time and freedom of movement. We both tried to keep a long-distance relationship, to hold on to what we had, but the letters became more and more infrequent. Speaking from my perspective, as my work sent me farther and farther afield, it became harder and harder for me to keep Honey in mind. Things came to a turning point, though, right around the time of the Crystal Faire. Honey Pear had just gotten a new assignment from the weather bureau to the Gallopagos Islands, and I found myself on the spot when the… attack happened. As you know, it was pretty traumatic for everypony present, but being on the spot gave me the opportunity to write the definitive eyewitness account of the events. Because of that, I could basically ask my editor for any assignment post I wanted after that. Honey and I had never officially ended anything; it would have been the perfect opportunity to take a tropical beat and re-kindle what we had… but my fickle heart decided not to. I buried my good memories, told myself they were in the past, and that I should look towards the future. And this is where the other mare enters the story: Heart Stopper. I have not changed her name, such protections are for the innocent. We met when I was covering the World’s Friendship Faire in Manehattan; she came representing the Maretonian city of Kastrot, where she is head of one of the noble families. The best way to describe her would be both as 'the mare your mama warned you about' and 'the mare he tells you not to worry about'. But I was lonely, lonelier than I wanted to admit to myself, and to be flattered and feted by a high-class, (outwardly) beautiful mare was a temptation I did not resist. I ended up cashing in my favors with the Chronicle to get the Kastrot posting, and sailed over where Heart Stopper put me up in her manor. To make a long story short… that mare ruined me. I was used partly as a propaganda tool, partly as a plaything for her. It was a slow stripping away of my dignity and self respect that I willfully blinded myself to until everything finally caught up with me. My articles had degenerated into outright flank-kissing, and the editor wasn’t going to take that any more. Having tanked my reputation so badly, the guild of journalists practically blackballed me from every respectable publication. Of course, without me having any reach in Equestria through my pen, I was of no further use to Heart Stopper, who tossed me like yesterday’s food wrapper. I fell hard and fast after that. I don’t want to go into details here about what I did to get home, or get by. Suffice it to say that I felt my life to not be worth much after having made such a mess of it. And yet… through an act of undeserved caprice, I did manage to find a half-respectable source of pay, which allowed me a chance to get back on my hooves. And guess who I coincidentally met up shortly thereafter? None other than Honey Pear. That almost sounds like an unrealistically happy ending, but in reality that’s where my current troubles begin. I really want to reconnect with Honey Pear, to salvage whatever kind of relationship I can out of what we once had. Or, at least, all the uncorrupted part of me does. Which may not even be as much as half, by now. Because, even after all that witch did to me, I still can’t stop thinking about Heart Stopper. It’s like my desires and expectations have been totally mis-calibrated, or I’m still under some kind of enchantment. It’s like my own mind is trying to sabotage my chance to regain a happy life. And that part is what’s driving me to this. It’s one thing to hit rock bottom, but to be offered a chance to climb out, yet feel it slowly slipping out of your grip? If I buck this up, if I lose the last chances offered by both my employer and former special somepony… I don’t think I’ll recover. I’m not gonna lie, it kind of hurt putting this all down; and even then I’m worried I haven’t made myself clear enough to get a good answer. And if you can’t offer me anything… just print the letter without a reply. I’d like to know at least that I served as a warning of what can happen when you don’t take your love and relationships seriously enough. It’s not a matter of pursuing saccharine greeting-card type lives, as the cynical put it; but of cherishing the ponies that build you up over the ponies that will just use you up. And being wise enough to know the difference. Sincerely, Washed up on the White Sands. It took three whole sheets of paper to write it out longhoof. And even as late as it was, Earth Writer made sure to stuff, stamp, and deposit the envelope before going to bed, out of fear that his nerves would fail him come the morning.
  9. 1 point
    When Applejack bucked a tree, apples littered the ground around the tree, a surprising number of them falling in baskets that were placed there strategically. A few seconds later, she gave the tree another wack with her strong hind legs. More apples fell, but not as many as before. Applejack turned around towards the tree and smiled at it, a symbiotic relationship shining on each other magically radiated from the earth pony. But she dropped her smile, tilted her head and squinted at the leaves of the trees. She approached close to the tree, stood on her hind legs and leaned her front hooves on the trunk. With careful meticulous attention, she sensed the feelings of the tree, lifted one of her front hooves, and slammed it softly back onto the tree's bark. The small vibration shook the tree just enough to loosen a single apple from a stubborn stem, and it gracefully fell into one of the many baskets now full of apples. Applejack smiled again. "That's better!" Applejack was in the middle of her afternoon bucking run, one of the first afternoons of what will be a long season. On account of the school's food supply needing to feed the students living at the campus dorms, Applejack was left in charge to organize shipments coming in from different regions of Equestria and beyond. Sweet Apple Acres might be up to the task at feeding all of Ponyville, all of the students at the school, and have enough left over for those exotic kings and queens ordering the famous fruit. But it would put unneeded stress on the farm without a fair trade in increased revenue. After all, even a well-run well-funded school has its budgets. Applejack knew of several farmers of all different kinds of fruits and vegetables that would love the increase of business, even if it meant selling for less than the regular price. She also was required to find food sources from less conventional suppliers that had probably never delivered their product to Ponyville, because their product typically dealt with creatures that had a different diet compared to the typical small town equine. But in attempting this task of bringing in several suppliers worth of shipments, the deliveries were late because problems occurred in different ways that prevented the food from arriving on time. Applejack knew there was something fishy about them. But in truth, it wasn't their fault. Almost all of the suppliers seemed to have gotten incorrect information related to the addressed their crates should be held to. Some of the inventory from these suppliers were being held overnight in a storage unit in order to relay the shipment in the right direction. The only issue was that where the shipments were being stored found the wrong relay and ended up being lost. There were lots of blames that could be assigned, but Applejack attributed the mistakes to one simple flaw. Different creatures have different normalcies, and communicating the logistics to the different cultures she corresponded with was met with phrasings from the letters being lost in translation. Who knew fishing griffons didn't know what a quarter moon was? The shortage of food was not so dire that Applejack needed to send emergency guards from Canterlot to expedite the process, but it was deep enough in a hole that Applejack took it upon herself to increase the crop output on the farm in order to donate to the school's kitchen the amount that they could get by with until the shipments arrived. And hopefully the taste of the sweet apples would distract the students enough to not even notice that there was a problem. In a few weeks, she would expect this whole ordeal to settle back into the place where it was intended. Applejack heard a faint feminine voice valley itself all the way from the front of the barn. "I'm over here, Sugarcube!" Applejack couldn't see her, but she knew a soft sweet voice like that had to come from somepony that could easily be mistaken as a cube of sugar.
  10. 1 point
    Applejack continued fidgeting with the parts of the treadmill, only making moderate small successes that would eventually lead to a fixed machine. Unfortunately, she could tell that at the rate she was going she would be at it all day and night once again. Should she give up on fixing the treadmill, there might not be enough cider for everyone today like she had hoped. Granny Smith had always known that when it comes to cider, taking time doing things the right way was of utmost importance. But that also, if the delays became too long no pony will stick around to taste how wonderful the cider is, and the boosted sales of the famous cider will not be kind to the family during the slow winter and spring moons. She had to fix this treadmill. Salvation could be seen however, when her new pink unicorn friend arrived with a cup of coffee from the barn. "Oh thank heavens, I'm more thirsty fer somethin' to wake me up than a..." Applejack stumped herself, unable to finish what would probably be a layup of a countryism, a standard feature of apple ponies from this side of the hemisphere. But because she was so tired, the loose tongue vernacular she was sometimes known for was rigid and stale. "Ah, I forget." She used both hooves to grab the cup of coffee Bellissima was levitating towards her. "Smells great, uh. What was your name again?" Applejack wasn't sure if she wasn't properly introduced to her, or if she had and just forgot due to exhaustion. Applejack sat back to take a deep sip of the coffee when in her line of sight ahead of her she could see Apple Bloom's backside serving ponies at the cider counter, a large stack of cider barrels waiting to be fed into the pump, and a rather long-legged alicorn with flowing mane staring back at her with a look of disapproval. It jolted Applejack up a little before she could even take the first sip of morning nectar. She tossed out to Prince Blueblood again for a tip, since he seemed to be an expertly trained contrarian to Applejack's stubborn philosophy in this moment. "Hey, do you think there's a way I can actually trust you guys to run this system for me. I might need to take a short nap or two on account that a certain princess might make my night last forever if I don't." Applejack said in jest with a serious reluctant request for help.
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