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  1. You could put age on the pelt of the workhorse but the moment Applejack opened her mouth she had all the youthful energy and power that she had all that time ago when Moony had first come to the farm for a stint from Manehattan. Moon leaned over the counter and stretched herself on it as she spoke with her cousin, more comfortable around her than almost anycreature else in the world. Almost. "Yeah, no red skin. Not for, like, a big reason. Just want something a scosche different and red isn't really in season right now, ya know?" She said as she watched her cousin go about the difficult job of satisfying her order. Difficult, if only because Moonlight could be rather demanding. Well, when it didn't involve her cousin. She was more easygoing than not with her. "Mix and match is fine. I'm not gonna strangle you for, like, not giving me a pure bushel," she said as she toyed with her mane a little, inspecting it for any split-ends. Those were the worst, uggh. She didn't get very many of them because she knew how to take care of herself just right but it was a possibility that struck fear into her heart. As she did so she heard her cousin discuss the difference between the types of apples she was giving to Moonlight. Ginger Golds? It wasn't one of Sweet Apple Acres' major cultivars. It wasn't that well known and it wasn't anypony's favorite, as far as she knew. It was a good apple- Applejack didn't grow any bad ones- but not one she thought would be seen out here. Talk about scrapping the bottom of the barrel! "Ginger Golds? Well, like, I guess it has been a busy day. Can you even feel your mouth or, like, is it all numb and stuff?" She giggled. It didn't stop as Applejack started giving her advice on her to keep her pegasus healthy and fit. Like most birds, they needed a lot of upkeep. She knew all about keeping him up, but she appreciated the thought anyway. "Jackie, don't worry about my pegasus. I can get him to burn a lot of calories. I have my ways," she winked, her horn sparking as if electrified. Between her and coltfriend there was nothing but sparks. Not that it was just Remington who was getting a taste of her apples. She was nothing if not a generous sort and she would ensure that he didn't get her mixed bushel alone. "It's for whoever comes by. Remmy, my friends, whoever wants to, like, stop by Castle Le Grande Moon," she smiled. Her dorm room was a party zone for all the cool creatures after all! She dug through her saddlebag. "Five bits, right?"
  2. Twilight could always count on Ice Storm. She was a powerful unicorn in her own right, not even taking into account her unique gear. She was very well trained and deeply loyal to Equestria, willing to go to the full measure of duty in its honor. Sometimes she could take things a little far. Her sense of duty and right and wrong were both so well reinforced with experience that there was an issue of dialing her response to be appropriate to the level of threat she was dealing with. In this case, sneaking into and out of the library was not in and of itself worthy of using magic to seal the exit. Nor was her stance, suggesting a tilt up in her possible aggression, truly warranted. Still, her instincts were always quite good so Twilight wasn't about to suggest a failure of response just yet. There was mystery yet to be fully unraveled. And that would come in the form of Blizzard Blitz, a stallion who seemed relatively nonplussed to have been teleported into focus by a Princess. She wasn't sure what to make of him just yet. He was certainly powerful. She could sense that. She could also sense that there was an innate coldness to his body, as if he had adapted to an environment. An arctic one. It would certainly trail with the rest of his look. And being an ice mage- it didn't take a genius to put that together- would aid in that without a doubt. A few enchantments, a few spells, a few incantations and potions- many solutions to living...alone, she'd guess, up in the north. He wasn't a Crystal Pony. The Empire had started a register of powerful magic users, especially those with talents that could help the weather of the Empire. His name wasn't on that list. "Oh, this?" She responded, tapping her book gently. "It is. Though it is a new one- far superior to anything we have had before. After I read it I plan on unveiling it as part of our Foreign Biology section," she said as she beckoned him over, her horn lighting up as she turned the page. She couldn't help but nerd out! ********* There was a tap on Ice Storm's left shoulder, except the hoof never left. It was paralyzing for a moment, and then Ice Storm would feel a small pull. She was separated- an aetheral projection of her from her physical body, both of them completely invisible to the naked eye. The moment passed as nothing more than a chill to Ice Storm physically, though she was aware of what happened and who was doing it. Standing next to her was an aetheric projection of Princess Sparkle. "Ice Storm, I've used an Aetheric Doubling on us. You and I both understand that something is up with him. He is clearly from the Frozen North, yet is not from any registry that the Empire has. This means he is either a rogue or he is an Equestrian, but there is no reason for a pony to live in the Badlands of the Frozen North and travel to Canterlot seeking out powerful magic books unless something strange is ahoof," she said as he looked at him with concern. "We will exist for another ten minutes. Anything we discover will be transferred to our material forms when we cease. I don't think he is here for no reason, or something as simple as a single book," she turned to face her aetheric guard. Invisible to the naked eye and also with aetheric muting to hide themselves, they were as safe as they could hope to be. "We will check the Records Office of the School for Gifted Unicorns. It is our best lead." ********* "...which of course means when their aetheriumlum is activated in a state of anger, rapidly producing Ignisium Hormona, the aetheriumlum imbuscus undergoes a process called tempestas ruina. It can't sustain itself- the Ignisium Hormona and its resultant chemical reaction causes severe structural and chemical imbalances, and the aetheriumlum probasca actively starts rearranging the chemical formulation of Ignisium Hormona to instead produce Frigus Hormona. The famous Stream of Silence interacts with the aetheriumlum probasca in such a way that it is in a state of constant production of Frigus Hormona. They don't know why yet! A research expedition is being launched to study how the aetheral fault line- or really, the lack of one nearby- could be involved. It should be really exciting!"
  3. From where Applejack was sitting, it didn't seem likely that they couldn't just steamroll these twelve. Heck, she was angry enough at times she reckoned she could beat a whole army at once! But her Captain had her mind screwed on right and more sound than Applejack did. The tactical outlook was pretty good. They could frighten them into splitting up or running, assuming they were the type to be afraid. There was always the other option. If they didn't think it was frightening, if they didn't take the bait. They could alert those inside, assume a defensive formation, and make this a lot harder. But there was always a thousand ways things could go wrong, and no plan ever survived first contact. Still, they had to trust in their Captain. No matter the result they had a plan and committing to that plan was one of the few ways they could conquer the task ahead of them. "Aye aye," she said with a short salute and a whisper, watching as the other guards went about their jobs. Gleaming Shields had a list of illusions she could choose to deploy. Her magic wasn't going to wow anycreature with its over the top power but she knew exactly what she needed to and when she needed to do it. Everypony else assumed their positions. Brickhouse and Lighthouse both took positions next to some nearby trees, weapons at the ready. Bightblade stood further back, analyzing the treeline and preparing his own spell while their flight scout took to the trees. Applejack for her part started setting some traps at the treeline, just far enough in to be out of sight. No doubt that if they were trained well enough or didn't fall for the bait that it would be a waste of time but any effort that could be made to make the most of a possible ambush was effort that truly couldn't be considered wasted, regardless of the outcome. It took only a few moments in all actuality for Gleaming Shield to settle on her illusion. Everypony had a native fear of poisonous creatures and when you made them incredibly large that fear could only ever be compounded. From the top of the mouth of the temple slithered a giant snake, appearing behind the majority of the mercenaries as it reared up, big enough so it blocked the majority of the entrance. It was a giant king cobra, and the mercenaries were unlucky enough to be its meal target as it hissed loudly and flared its hood majestically!
  4. Rarity saying the words honkey tonk almost made Applejack spit up her drink. It was sometimes difficult to remember that the fashionista was a Ponyville native and not from a big hoity toity city. Still, it didn't sound right coming from her. Not that Applejack was one to say no to a good honkey tonk when it was all said and done! "Well, what are we waiting for?" Applejack said with a broad smile. "Y'all haven't had a good ol' fashioned Ponyville honkey tonk in a while, Ah reckon," she said, ambling ahead of them and getting lost in her thoughts while they spoke amongst one another. She was excited to get married. Duh, right? Who wouldn't be? So much had happened in her young life- well, not quite as young as it used to be, in any case- and so much of it had happened in a whirlwind that she had never really settled down on settling down. But when the mare was right the mare was right and this mare was right about the right mare for her. And having her best friends show her a good time right before she started a new, married life was really special. She wasn't somepony who wanted or needed a big party or something too risque, but hanging out with her friends at such an important time in her life was an exciting prospect nonetheless. Down the road was where the party was being held, and what a party it was. Applejack was a growing town- a city, really- but that didn't mean it had lost its love of country flair and warmth and a good ol' fashioned barnyard shindig was in full swing, with many townsfolk pounding the dirt of the town square alongside paid dancers, a good country band, and some refreshments. Well, she certainly had the energy after that drink earlier to cut a rug- or in this case, the earth beneath her hooves- and nothing was gonna stop her. She turned to her friends. "This looks like a real hootenany! Y'all went ta this much work, all for me?" She asked, the tiniest bit of waterworks starting up before an unreasonably attractive shark started to circle its country prey. She asked if this was the famous Applejack. The farmer puffed out her chest- she didn't seek the attention but she wouldn't deny it either. "Sure am!" She said, proud as heck!
  5. Apple Bloom was always happy to have hep, and double that if it were a Princess. And tripe that if it were Princess Luna, honorary Apple of Sweet Apple Acres. Speaking of, Luna hadn't forgotten the tree she had planted. It was just now starting to produce some good apples, though not for today's event. Apple Bloom smiled as she spoke, not forgetting two bits for a mug as she did so. "Yer apple tree is super pretty ta be sure, but the apples it makes aren't right for ciders. Good for snackin' or pies, though," she said, smacking her lips as she imagined sinking her teeth into a nice Princess Apple Pie right about now. Assuming Applejack just didn't save it for sale, of course. "How goes dreamwalkin'? Any kooky dreams lately?" She asked as she continued to work. She was always mighty interested in what was going on in that realm of nightmares and fantasy, especially anything that could have piqued the interest of the pony of the night herself. Of course, nothing could distract from work as well. Two bits, mug. Two bits, mug. Two bits, mug. “Yep! That sure is Princess Luna!” Two bits, mug. “No sir, you ain't dreaming. Not that I'd blame you- that cider is a dream!” Two bits, mug. Two bits, mug. “No, this is for cider, not photography.” Two bits, mug. Two bits, mug. Two bits, mug. “Yes ma'am, you can get yer cider. Y'all don't need ta bow!” Two bits, mug. Speaking of work, Gallus was chagrined at the thought of it. He wasn't opposed to hard work if he needed or felt it deserved or needed but he made a habit of not appearing to be too intrusively active when it came to work and this reputation was one he was planning to rigidly reinforce like a shack in a storm no matter the cost. Well, maybe not around Silverstream. He didn't want to let her down and he knew that without some cider in their talons that this whole endeavor would leave a bitter taste in their mouths. And he wasn't talking about his lack of brushing. "Uggh, I guess," he said with a barely hidden frustration, eyes a-rolling as he responded to the Chancellor. He landed next to him. "I mean, I already have nothing else to do now, so I guess it can't hurt. Where do you want me?" He asked, loosening up his muscles for whatever labor of love- no, not love. Labor of thirst- that the royal had in mind for the two. The orders were made clear. Help repair the press. Awesome. He had never done anything like it before and he was thirsty and annoyed and Silverstream was here. What was a kitten to do in these trying times? Like most of his life, fake it until he made it. He approached the press, nodding towards it as he waited for his partner in cider crime to appear next to him. "Two pairs of talons are better than one I guess. Anything in any of the books you read about repairing cider presses? If only they needed our help with plumbing, right?" He said with a laugh as bent down to inspect the press, trying to piece together what had been done before and what else needed doing as the hippogriff settled in with him. If they were gonna work, might as well get to it!
  6. Howdy! I am staff here at the forums. If you have any questions feel fre to contact me, and enjoy your stay at Canterlot!
  7. For some reason this thread didn't mark for me. My apologies sugarcube! 1- You can totally be from Prance. As for additional information, it is open- beyond what we have, the sky is the limit on what you want bring in in terms of France=Prance. 2- We have a number of artists who do good work. An idea might be Rainbow Foxxy- she does amazing work! 3- It is approved for FFA in that circumstance. Also, you do not need to post it again in the FFA character sheets.
  8. Mooonlight looked around as if she were taking a tour of some sort of carnival ride or other playful area, full of toys and gifts and things for her to touch and enjoy. She had never been up to his room before. Heck, she had never been to this wing of the dorms before. It was almost as if she was trespassing somewhere special, even though she had been invited. This veneer of naughtiness only emboldened her to impishly leaf through visually all the nooks and crannies that made up his dorm room. She had been to a few dorms of her fiends and each time it was fun to poke around and see what they kept hidden from anypony but their dorm-mate and themselves. And in this case he had no dorm-mate, so it was extra awesome to see what was hiding in the darkened corners of his room. "I'm jazzed to be here. I did run into, like, your neighbor. She seems nice," she said sarcastically before she allowed him to start his tour. After all, half the fun of having somepony over was being super embarrassed about showing off your room. There was a bed that was not in use and she wasn't going to let it go to misuse or disuse. She also had a deep storage closet but for the most part it was taken up by her clothes. Arranged by outfits and seasons as it should be. A quick poke through his closet? He needed an interior organizer, stat. She used her desk mostly for work, her diary, drawing designs and other tomfoolery. And that turntable? Well she didn't have one of those. Let alone an acoustic guitar. She didn't know he plucked some strings- she wan't about to say play guitar, because, ya know, not many ponies could claim to play it, not just make noise. "Oooh, a guitar," she said as she grabbed it in her magic, giggling. "Fancy yourself a famous guitarist sweetie?" She said with a giggle, before leaving it back where she found it. "Nice room. Like, not too extravagant and I mean your Princess Luna poster is just blegh," she said with a wink. She walked over to the second chair and sat on it, hooves up on the desk- not his, but the desk opposite. What, was she going to be rude? "So, how did gym go? Fly around a few dozen times?" She said as she tapped her bandaged hoof on the desk.
  9. Moonlight giggled as her cousin remarked that Apple Bloom would get over it. She'd have to, right? Prince Lian was a morsel and a half but he lived so far away and with so many layers of society between them that it was a dead-end. Apple Bloom should consider her stars crossed and lucky clovers rained on and cash out her chips now. Not many ponies got a little kiss from a hunk like that. "Hopefully. I mean, it'd be, like, a shame if she just laid there for the rest of her life," she said as she looked around. Apple Bloom was slowly pulling herself up, which made Moonlight smile. "At least she's still conscious." Soon enough the topic turned from Apple Bloom's leg-quaking crush on a Princeling to Moonlight's lip-smacking relationship with a fellow student. She smiled broadly, her tail flicking around in smooth waves. He was a charmer who didn't have to try and a piece of loving who didn't need any conditioning. Of course, that didn't mean she didn't try to get some TLC out of him. What was a coltfriend for if not backrubs and hoofrubs? "Oh cousin, don't you worry. I've got, like, a million things I can have him do. I'm nothing if not, like, playfully high maintenance, right?" The not so playfully high maintenance filly said as she winked. "Besides, I make sure he swoons over me. The right scents and moves, you know it!" She flipped her mane out before returning to the business of the day. She could stand her, gabbing with her cousin all day about her cute coltfriend, but she was here on business. Apple business. And if there was one business that she knew her cousin would respect, it was apple business! "Anywho, well, I need your help," she said as she leaned in, "and only you can help. I need your, like, super apple brain to help me out. I need a bushel of apples that will totally work as great snack foods and can handle, like, being totally left out on a desk for a while. Also, something other than red skin. So, whatcha got goin' for me, eh?"
  10. Moonlight was not the style of pony who needed an object lesson when it came to loyalty. She'd stuck by friends no matter how deep the cave or how treacherous the angle they pitched. And, like most trust exercises, she had aced this one. Yes she had cheated a little but that wasn't because she didn't trust her blushing friend. It was because he was half-blind. That wasn't an insult, that was just a fact! She'd trust Remington with just about anything. Except leading her while blind, seeing as it lead them to a buckball court! But beyond that, no. She knew for a fact that she could really trust him. That had been a bonus to any Remington interaction from the time of their foalhood and it would remain so for however long they knew one another. Then it came time for her to give her lesson statement after Remington gave his, which was more eloquent than what she had in mind. "Sometimes it can be totally hard to trust somecreature if, like, what they're telling you doesn't always work out. You know, like, if you lead them into a barricade and get your classes broke, or if you're on a buckball court. But, like, loyalty doesn't mean you're perfect, it just means that you're doing your best for your friends. And trust means believing, like, that those around you are doing their best for you, even if you can't always see it," she said positively. It seemed like a good lesson to learn when you were this young, and a perfect way for Rainbow Dash to teach it to boot!
  11. Gallus sighed in relief, at least momentarily. Silverstream was the lesser of many evils when it came to who he feared would be at the door. He had wanted to show off a little more than he could now for her but at the very least he thought that was doing a reasonably good job watching Zap so it wouldn't be an embarrassment. She, however, looked like she had been through an ordeal of some kind. She was less than her normal levels of presentability. A stray leaf in her mane, scuff marks, some mud here and there. What in the wide world of Equestria had she done to deliver a pie that quickly? He wasn't aware that pie deliveries were near the top of the most dangerous jobs in the world or anything. "Well, that's good to hear. Fight a manticore or something along the way?" He asked, using a talon to pick away one of the leaves from her mane and tossing it out of the door with a laugh. "Thinking you need to wear armor or something next time?" He asked sarcastically, though he was honestly pretty curious as to what exactly had taken place that necessitated she end up this way. Of course, he wasn't going to get the answer to that burning question. She pushed past him quickly to find Zap Apple who didn't make it hard in the slightest. It took just a single scan of the home's sound to pinpoint that the loudest noise ever made was emanating from wherever he was at, at any given moment in time. She flew over to Zap Apple and engaged him in some fine mothering. At the very least he stopped wailing inconsolably over some blood in a movie. Geez kid, grow some feathers already. He knew that it was probably wrong of him to show the movie in the first place but really, this all seemed like a wild overreaction. He wasn't sure why he was coddled so much but it was freakin' Daring Do. Wasn't she an Equestrian icon or something? He caught her mouthing, asking what his name was. Rather than make it obvious he was answering a question, the oven dinged- providing him an easy way of doing it. "That's the food. Zap Apple buddy, wanna eat?"
  12. Apple Bloom gave off a quick salute to Fluttershy. "Aye aye, Fluttershy!" Apple Bloom said energetically. She was happy to learn from Fluttershy and even happier to help her out on sanctuary. She wasn't a mare who probably needed help but it felt good for the both of them to wallow in this delightful fiction. She made her way over to the chickens. Unlike back on the farm where the chickens were all cooped up and so feeding them was an easy enough task, the chickens at the sanctuary were free range. They waddled their way up and down and to and fro with nary a fence to keep them from trouble. Well, it wasn't always that way. But now that the sanctuary was around they had free range. Yet you couldn't really take the hen out of the henhouse, and so Elizabeak and another number of the chickens had a habit of staying in their coop, which meant it was an easy enough job to feed, them. Apple Bloom trotted into the enclosure and shut the gate, carrying the feed on her back. As she approached, she took some feed out and started scattering it around the entrance. "Heeeere chick chick chick chick chick! Heeeeere chick chick chick chick!" She said after tossing a few more hoof-fulls around. Elizabeak and her friends started moving on out and, seeing the feed on the ground, started going at it. Before long there was a whole gaggle of 'em going to town on the feed! Apple Bloom slowly pet the crux of Elizabeak's neck as she ate. The chicken liked it, you could tell because of the way her breathing was relaxed and her feathers went all soft. "Why, yer a beautiful little chickadoo today, Elizabeak!"
  13. If there was one benefit to being Princess that Twilight was scarcely happier about, it was that she was able to create the sort of magical informational exchange that would have been little more than fantasy a decade previous. There had always been some work to be found in the Canterlot Archives ad library regarding magic from outside of Equestria but they were rarely of note. Often times they were interesting but were rather basic, or were the equivalent of fringe works tat authorities abroad didn't really care whether or not Equestrian researchers spent their time on. She wasn't much of a fan of the concept that there was knowledge that Equestria, and its Princess, couldn't get a handle on. So she had opened the Equestrian Knowledge Exchange, sharing magical theories and knowledge among Equestria and her allies. The return had been wonderful. Unyasan alchemic works that were so far more intricate and powerful than what had existed in Equestrian research circles before. Neighponese Magitech was one of the most interesting topics of study in the world and finally you could learn something without having to travel there to learn about it. Long Guo mysticism, the mysteries of Polyneighsia, a thousand other topics poorly covered over time but now opened up for wider study in Equeestria. It was a great time to be a scholar and a greater time to be a Scholar-Princess, since she often got sent personal copies of some of the rarest or more important works on the subjects from friends she had made among the leaders of many nations. The only flaw is that she could certainly use a little more time than she was normally afforded. Luckily, there were fewer desires on her time at the witching hour so she found herself on many a night at the library for the School for Gifted Unicorns. She could rely on some peace and quiet-You're not going anywhere until you tell me who you are - that would allow her the time she needed to- ...literally live in a waist land of Ice and Snow- fully delight in the great works of magical art- As it stands, I stand at the ready to defend Equestria from all threats that threatens her -. She sighed. The library was supposed to be closed. Her horn lit up and an invisible wave of aetheric detection. It came back within a moment or two- she could easily see that her friend Ice Storm was one of them likely as a guard. And she had...blocked off the entrance? No sign of combat magic in use and not fighting the other aetheric signature. That was good. She'd hate to ruin the reading materials of the students of this school. Still, something was weird. Ice Storm wouldn't just ice up a entryway for no reason and the other aetheric signature was definitely powerful and unknown to her. She closed the book she was reading and her horn lit again. This time, she rewrote the rules of reality, deciding that it was better if Ice Storm and this other fellow were close to her rather than so very far away. They would find themselves seamlessly teleported to a deep, cordoned off area of the library. The Princess would be seated at a long table with a pile of books and some tea, a single gem in the skylight amplifying the moonlight to allow for reading. "It may not be library hours but I think it would be wise to make considerably less noise than you are now. Pleasure seeing you Ice- and who might you be?" She asked, her voice firmly entrenched in curiosity rather than any real anger.
  14. Apple Bloom was quaking with excitement internally, trying her darnedest to make sure it didn't show but failing all the same to the extent that one would swear she had the slightest of shivers due to a cold wind blowing through. It wasn't that- and when he washed her face off, she let out a low tittering giggle that she didn't have much control over. That was just the start. He then reached over and cupped her chin oh so gently and steered her into the promised land, laying down a warm, brief kiss that may as well have lasted a thousand moons for the filly. She imagined a lifetime of bliss in those moments- courtship, dating, marriage, foals, becoming Queen, the whole nine hooves and then some- before he pulled away, asking if it was good for her. She opened up her mouth to talk but all of her blood had rushed to her face to form the harshest and reddest blush in the history of the artform. She swooned, spoke to herself unintelligibly, and fell backwards behind the stand, plopping once more into the mud. A successful day indeed. Applejack once more stepped over her sister's twitching form and collected the bits, shuffling them into her growing war chest of business success. "Thank ya kindly, Prince. Ah hope yer bushel treats ya right," she said with a smile, pleased at how the day had gone. Princes and Princesses, the paupers and the downtrodden and everycreature in between. It had been a real treat, a real blast, and it wasn't ending just yet. "Ah hope you have a good'n, Prince Lee-Ann!" She said as she waved him off. It had been pretty exciting and doubly so for APple Bloom, who was still twitching in the mud below her. Applejack shook her head. "Get back in tha house and clean yerself up. Yer done for tha day, sugarcube," she said barely above a whisper, trying to hide a giggle. Yep, she was a mess. Funny to see, annoying to deal with. She cleaned off the top and rolled her shoulders. "Next!" Moonlight trotted confidently up to the stand, laughing as she did so. "Well, that was totally expected. Is Apple Bloom even breathing down there? Abby, deep breaths. No prince likes it when you, like, pass out on top of them," she said as she arrived, two hooves in the stand. "Hey there cuz. How's your big business day? Kissing, like, everypony and everycreature in the region, eh? Just for business or is this a plan of yours?" She winked, "secret's totally safe with me, filly." *Moonlight Glitter* Kissed 1-10 11-20 21-30 31-40 41-50 51-60 61-70 71-80 81-90 91-100
  15. Rara sat back, brushing her mane back with a hoof while she listened to the story behind Apple Chord's 'retirement'. It was as expected, keeping in line with everything that Rara had been told before. It was so frustrating. Applejack had a rare voice talent and a simplicity of vision that meant she could produce such impactful and emotionally taut songs. That combination was something a music producer would kill for! But then again, that same vision is what made her reasoning for calling it quits all the more solid. A mare who sung from the heart and valued those around her couldn't really be counted on doing something that would damage the emotional bonds that made her so special in the first place. A tragedy for the music scene to be sure, if a blessing for Ponyville, the Apple clan, and Equestria as a whole by the end. "Makes sense. How do you think your more, how to say it, life experiences would influence your music if you were still active now?" Azure was caught off guard by Applejack-slash-Apple Chord asking her a question. "Me?" She asked out of shock, before shaking her head and regaining her composure. She wanted to lay it out on the line but that seemed petty, and driven by her still being tired. She'd stick to the truth, but a diplomatic version of it at that. "Oh, I was hired to be a background dancer. I am trained for it and I love doing it! Svengallop hired me to be part of the production. We don't do a lot of heavy production, but here I am, still employed!" She said with a respectful nod towards her employer. It was way more boring than what she had been hired to do but work was work. She needed to get off this subject. "Are you ready for your vocal exercises yet, ma'am?"
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