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Moonstone gave a little 'oh' as she was kissed on the cheek, but smiled very brightly and leaned in to return the peck on before Apple Bloom could get away, kissing the littler filly on the cheek in return and giving her a gently pat to the head, only to lean in and whisper in a somewhat conspiratorial tone. [colour=#33ccff]"I think your bow looks really pretty...!"[/colour] Smiling even more, she accepted her bushel of apples and paid the five bits, her horn glowing as it deposited the apples into her saddlebags. [colour=#33ccff]"I did, thank you!"[/colour] Waving a hoof goodbye in Applejack's direction, the Canterlot Unicorn made her way out of the farm, thinking she might just stop into Ponyville while she was here... after all, a train ride back would be much faster.

Moonstone smiled brightly as she heard the other young filly approach and respond to the question that had been on her mind. Obviously it would be easier to accept a kiss from the little Apple rather than her heroic sister! It was like imagining getting a dress from the famous Rarity, or having a party thrown for her by Pinkie Pie... only way more personal than that. A kiss, while something typically reserved for special someponies, was something she'd never done before... and that made it even more momentous. [colour=#33ccff]"Oh, thank you... Oh! And I guess I'd like one of those too."[/colour] She waved her hoof towards one of the variety bushels.

[colour=#33ccff]"I don't think I'm brave enough...!"[/colour] She said in a rather soft voice, ducking her head and staring up at Applejack. The farm-mare was just so... incredible! It was almost like asking the filly from Canterlot to give Princess Luna a hug! Swallowing, she lifted her head and listened as Applejack offered another suggestion, causing Moonstone to frown a little and shake her head. [colour=#33ccff]"I already get kisses from my grandmother, so it wouldn't really feel that special..."[/colour] Her eyes scanned what appeared to be Applejack's relatives and she blinked, pointing a hoof at Apple Bloom. [colour=#33ccff]"Is that your little sister...? What about her?"[/colour] Despite being related to one of the Six Heroines of Equestria, the cute yellow and red pony was even younger than Moonstone, and hadn't even gotten her cutie mark yet. Certainly less intimidating, though still close enough to her age to be a new experience. Kissing another pony... she shivered a little and her tail flicked from side to side.

Moonstone was a bit astounded when she found herself at the front of the line so quickly, though with the number of ponies loitering about and eying the apples up ahead, she supposed it would make sense that the stands's purveyor would only want to keep things going. Stepping forward, she blinked for a moment as she stared up at Applejack, recognition suddenly flowing through her with the name and the face. She didn't even take offense to being called 'little one', for the way it came out was so warm and kind that any irritation was soothed away, and immediately forgotten at her revelation. [colour=#33ccff]"Y-you're...! You're Applejack!"[/colour] The filly's voice was soft and a bit cultured, not all that unlike what a certain dress-making pony might've sounded like at a younger age. After a moment she gave herself a little shake, for that would be obvious to her, wouldn't it? Upon closer inspection, she wasn't really a blank flank, but her cutie mark very nearly blended in with the colour of her fur. Even so, she couldn't keep her excitement completely under control, and she gave a little front-legged hop, staring wide-eyed at the orange and yellow mare. [colour=#33ccff]"Wow, I... it's an honor to meet you, Miss Applejack...! I've never had the chance to meet one of Equestria's Six Heroines in the flesh! I-"[/colour] The young filly not quite a mare stopped herself from ranting, immediately blushing and clearing her throat before she settled down, ducking her head shyly. [colour=#33ccff]"No Miss, I'm here on my own. I was taking a bit of a walk out of Canterlot and it got a bit longer than I intended. When I um, saw one of your flyers, I decided it would be a good chance to stock up on some food for the trip back... but I don't know if I can kiss you, Miss Applejack! I've never kissed a famous person before! Is... is there someone else I could kiss, maybe...? Not that you aren't good enough!"[/colour] She seemed to be a little flustered.

A sight at least slightly out of the ordinary came from the direction of Canterlot. Nearly a grown mare, though obviously not quite there yet, a young filly trotted along at a steady pace, small white saddle-bangs hanging just in front of her flanks. One of Moonstone's typical long walks had been a bit longer than usual, for she'd had permission to take a bit of a break from work, if only for a few days. She welcomed the chance to stretch her hooves farther than usual, and so with a slight smile she had set off with enough supplies to last her a good day or so... Yet it had already been over a day. The grey-coated filly had slept on the side of the road at one point, nestled up in the warm grass underneath a shady tree mid-day yesterday. Since she'd gotten up, her walk had continued, and now she found herself dangerously low on supplies... particularly on food. As fate would have it, as the pony pondered her situation and whether or not she should head into town, one of the many flyers for the event down on the farm and fluttered through the air and smacked her in the face. It managed to get her attention. A gentle blue light shone from her horn before the paper was tugged away, allowing her to read it quickly. "[colour=#33ccff]Apples...? And a free kiss?[/colour]" Cocking her head to the side, the filly considered her options. She could go into town, or she could go right here! The farm was easily within sight, and the pony not yet a mare did enjoy experiencing new things... With her mind made up, she trotted over into Sweet Apple Acres, eyes wide as she took in all the sights. It wasn't long before she managed to wind up at the back of the line, almost bumping into the pony in front of her, her horn still shimmering with light blue magic and the flyer floating beside her.

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Roleplay Type: World of Equestria Mane RP Name: Moonstone II Sex: Female Age: Filly, though nearly an adult mare. Species: Unicorn Eye colour: Bright blue, with matching glasses for her far-sighted eyesight. Coat: Light grey Mane/Tail: The two colours of her mane and tail are pale blue and pale purple. She keeps her mane somewhat styled, preferably with heavy waves and a slight curl, and her tail short and manageable. Physique: Moonstone is still a growing filly, and as such is still on the short side. Her build is fairly petite and slim, making her an awful small pony around most mares and stallions. Residence: Canterlot, still living with her parents, deciding on if she should move elsewhere Her insomnia and long walks sometimes lead her rather far away. Occupation: Lamp-lighter Cutie Mark: A white crescent moon surrounded by five white stars. History: Born in the capital city of Canterlot, Moonstone became accustomed to the masses of people and the bright lights of the city even as a young pony. Her time in her early youth was much like most other ponies; she went to school, attended festivals, played games, and spent a lot of time learning about life from friends, family, and other ponies that she met. Few people doubted her decency, for the young girl had a talent for finding things. If someone had lost a hat, she would quickly turn up hours later with the item in question. Was someone looking for a new muffin recipe? Moonstone would scour the city in search of it, pleased to help. Most people who knew her said she was a foal good at finding things... Her grandmother (and the mare she was named after) would often visit and regale her with stories of travel and a life on the rivers of Equestria, for Grandma Moonstone had been a sailor pony, and often spoke of a time when the railroads had yet to be built and the best way to go far and wide was the water. Young Moonstone found herself caught up in these stories, her curiosity making her more and more eager to set out on her own and explore the world. One evening, during Hearth's Warming Eve, she wandered away from the annual play at the edge of town and set off into the night. Her way had been brightly lit by the stars, moon, and lights of the city, but as she went farther, eyes wide with excitement and wonder, clouds slowly drew in overhead. The lights of the city were long lost around bends and twists over the landscape, and soon the stars and moon themselves seemed snuffed out. Barely more than a foal, Moonstone was very quickly lost, and started to grow deeply afraid. She'd never been so far from home, especially all alone, and she cried out as loudly as she could for her parents. When no one came, she curled up and huddled in place, too scared to move... But a light slowly broke through the clouds, grabbing her attention. Moonstone looked up and saw the moon peeking through a gap in the dark fluff, twinkling stars shining around it. A feeling of knowing rushed through her in that moment, and her horn started to shimmer and glow, urging her to her feet and to move forward. With every tentative step the light of her horn grew brighter, and her path that much surer. She started to quickly trot, and then gallop as her horn blazed brighter than any of the city lights were alone. A wild, happy laugh escaped the little filly as she caught sight of the path and rushed up it, taking it quickly back to the corner of Canterlot and finding herself on the grounds. She'd not only found the will to go on, but the path home, too! As she slowed and rejoined the crowds, her horn's light slowly flickered away, leaving her with courage, contentment, and warmth she didn't understand until she turned her head and saw a white crescent moon surrounded by five white stars on her flank. In the years since, she has finished her formal education and taken to doing lamp-lighting work around Canterlot. Chronic insomnia keeps her up at late hours, but she doesn't seem to mind. Be they oil lamps, candles, or magical crystals, Moonstone has shown a knack for easily bringing these many sources of light to life, tending to and maintaining them as the need arises, all the while providing a guiding light to her fellow ponies who might be trapped in the dark. She still enjoys doing favors for people, spending her late night hours searching for this or that while not doing her job or relaxing. Moonstone is no longer afraid to wander from the city, confident that her horn will light the way and always bring her back home safely. Character Summary: A young and curious insomniac of a unicorn who has grown up around city lights and the glamor of high society. She harkens to the stories of her namesake, her grandmother, about simpler times and the world beyond the city. Her special talent revolves around light and illumination, with a bit of finding a great deal of things (be they objects, solutions, ideas, etc.). She spends a good deal of time going on long walks or reading, and Princess Luna is her favorite princess. Likes: Adventure stories, visiting new places, helping anypony (even if they're not ponies!), lighter shades of blue, and having somewhere comfortable to sleep whenever she's tired enough for it. Dislikes: Unnecessarily rude people, splinters, rainy days without appropriate rain-gear, and spiders.

((-OOC- This post will be amended later with an actual post, I just wanted to apologize for being so slow. I recently started a new job and my schedule has been wonky. I'll get to it later today, though!)) Amity gave a big yawn as well, stretching out his forelegs first and then his hind legs. Hooves clattering slightly as he shuffled his feet, he smiled to see that everypony was getting along. Quietly, he approached Bronze and gave him a light touch on the shoulder. "It seems that you're very popular tonight. But I think I need to get to bed... there's a lot to do tomorrow." He gave his friend a broad grin, suggesting that he did indeed want to get out in the world tomorrow and look for something interesting to share with everypony.

Amity turned his head in the direction of the cabinet, his horn glowing. A moment later the doors opened and a glass slowly floated out, moving to beneath the faucet which turned, letting water fill it. Amity turned towards Winter and the glass floated lazily through the air to him, setting down on the floor just in front of him. "I don't think anyone will be going anywhere tonight. It's getting pretty late."

"Hey Winter, nice to meet you too. My name is Amity," He paused and waved a hoof over towards Dunder. "That guy there is Dunder, and the scary looking pegasi over here is Bronze Breeze. This is his station. You look kind of tired... need a drink? I might be able to spare a little bit of the feed I brought Bronze..." He quickly looked over to his friend, flashing him a broad smile before continuing. "I have enough bits to go around to share... and I can always just grab some supplies when I go back through Ponyville and bring them back here."

"I think that's something we can all hope for. We had a long period of peace and harmony, and then Nightmare Moon and Discord all come back within a relatively short period. It's kind of frightening to think more might arise. Still, knowing we have brave ponies like Twilight Sparkle and her friends, and you Dunder, makes it easier for me to keep on living like I have." Amity filled the glass, holding it carefully in his mouth with his head turned at an angle, before carrying it over and setting it down in front of Bronze.

Amity busied himself with finding the glasses next to the sink in the cupboard, and then filling his glass. Rather than speak, he took a long, slow drink to wet his throat and the inside of his mouth, swishing it around and feeling better after the long walk he'd taken to get to the Station. Turning around, he waved a hoof half-heartedly at the cupboard. "Anypony else want a drink?"

"Maybe because most weapons are made to kill, and why would anypony want to kill another pony? Fighting might happen, but taking a life is something nopony wants to do. It's better to talk things out and settle our differences with understanding and compromise. Friendship and harmony." He shrugged and looked around for a glass of water or something else to drink.

"I wonder if that really is the reason... I live in Canterlot, and I've seen royal guards with coats of other colors than white. I don't mean to say they rejected you because you're not guard material! No, that's not it! I just was making an observation, and uh... sorry." Amity winced a little bit at his potential insult, bowing his head. It really had been unintentional.

Amity nodded the whole time, paying close attention and writing down a few notes as Dunder told his story. "Fascinating. If you don't mind my asking, and I don't want to sound rude or anything but... did they ever offer to bleach your fur? Or maybe change the color with magic? I'm pretty sure that's possible. I don't know any spells like that, but I'm not a barber." He paused, finishing taking his notes before smiling. "But I think standing up for your ideals is very important. I'm not much for fighting unless it's absolutely necessary, but at least you're good at something, right? I'm just a half-bit writer!" He gave a friendly laugh at his bit of self-depreciating humor, looking over at Bronze with a grin.