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  1. Windwright inclined his head politely to acknowledge that he was, in fact, Windwright the alchemist. He had earned a bit of a reputation in Ponyville, that boast and drinking contest a few years back had been the seed of that, unfortunately, rather than his alchemical prowess. Still, he was an infamous alchemist in these parts. He was about to respond to Bluebelle's introduction and Nilaavin's comment, when somecreature teleported in next to him. And all Tartarus broke loose. He cleared his throat and stood up, saying "Well, if I were looking for someone who might know how best to replicate transformative magics, I'd start that search with a creature known to be able to transform." in a tone of voice clearly meant to be diplomatic. "Especially since, if we're going to find an alchemical solution to your dilemma, it's going to take a LOT of looking." he added, mentally editing out the 'Assuming it can be done permanently at all, that is.' that he was thinking. He turned to the other alchemist he would presumably be working with and inclined his head again. "Windwright, alchemist." he introduced himself. "And the princess's method is certainly cheaper than mine."
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  2. Gritstream huffed from behind Niilaavin's paw, but did make to get out from under him when sensed the arrival of the alchemists. She knew one of them was a changeling, and what the big cat thought of those guys. She couldn't say that she had a high opinion of them herself, but her life up until now really didn't give her a lot of leeway to throw stones. As she stood beside Enbarr, she would have presented quite the contrast. While the maid outfit seemed natural enough on her pegasus companion, Gritstream herself looked as if an outlaw from the outback had been lassoed, trussed up, and forcibly stuffed into her uniform and profession. Which was not all that far from what actually happened... But Niil was right enough that nopony would be paying attention to her, since Niil was taking all the attention for himself. "[Down, boy!]" Bluebelle called out to Niil, using the magic of the amulet around her neck to speak the command in the sphinx's native tongue. "[Don't make me get the garden hose and spray you in front of guests!]" Technically that wasn't necessary, as the amulet gave her command over him, but she was trying to actually train him to behave well in Equestria without her supervision. And that included dealing with changelings these days. Modern times, eh? Fortunately, Enbarr was on the case, and he hoped that between her and the alchemist's reassurances, Niil could be calmed. "Apologies about that, changelings didn't have the best of reputations back in his day. Nor could you say they were on their best behavior, but times are different now, as I keep trying to remind him. I teach changeling students, and they haven't done anything to me, right?" That, hopefully should do it. Turning back, and taking a deep breath, she went to move on, listening to Rose's magical explanations, nodding along until she hit the part about the mayor. "What, Spoiled Rich? No, no, it was Enbarr here that we had in mind for that. They're quite close, as you can see already." Already, though, the Princess' treacherous imagination was giving her a picture of the Mayor as a sphinx. It was... eerily apt.
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  3. Rose at least had the decency to look properly offended by Niilavin's comment, but took it in stride. Creatures like him are commonplace where she grew up, so she knew how to handle him. "For your information, Mr. Niilavin, I have made strides to bring much good to Equestria. The preservation and propogation of life has always been my chiefest concern." It seemed that this was the time for a proper appraisal, aided, of course, by a more in-depth scan. She initiated the spell without much of any warning, undaunted by the magical beast, and shifted her attention to Windwright as it went about its invisible work. "Rose Compass, also an alchemist. Former captain, too." She smiled a little nostalgically. "And I've actually already formulated a few solutions to this problem. It's hardly as daunting a challenge as you may presume: I have two propositions, in fact; one," she raised a hoof. "We create an artificial host body using Niilavin as a template, deactivate the male sex chromosomes during conception, and then transfer the Mayor's consciousness into the body. It won't truly be her own body, however, which may cause her some distress. It would also severely limit the gene pool, and may potentially cause... Complications in later generations." She mused on this aloud, looking off into the distance. "The second option is to use true transformation- as in, a spell, potentially aided by an alchemical catalyst, but by and large initiated by magic and not alchemy. Both options require a genetic sample from Niil here." By then, if it hadn't been interrupted, the scan should have completed. She leveled a scrutinizing look on the sphinx.
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  4. “You know no pony will take you.” Nilaavin says glancing at the mare taking cover behind his mass. He was a beast of his word and she submitted to him. As such he’d keep her safe. No pesky apples or whatever they were, if they even had ties to her, will lay one harmful hoof on what was his. Yet she’s yet to put that trust in him that Enbarr has. A shame, but it wes telling she used him for cover now. That did tell him she put some trust in him. But he knew she’d not buge, most of all with strangers. Mare was more shy than… of what was her name? Butter Shy was it? No no… Falter? The yellow mare that was somehow a hero. Whatever, it was just amusing to see Gritstream so shy for a mare of her strength and girt. His ears flicked with a jerk of his head, looking up he watched the pegasus come down to land and pushed down the urge to leap on it. Something about them flyers really kicked his hunting instincts in to overdrive. But he was a behaved cat, Blue can vouch for that. “Windwright is it? I do think I heard of him in passing, nice to put a face to this name.” He spoke, looking down at the pegasus with judging eyes. He looked the part… books, papers and such. Given he has heard of this pony before and he looked the part… A pop of magic almost made nil leap in the air. He didn't, but the jolt of shock ran down his spine. Gathering his wits he focuses on the mare and… Oh it was that thing. The insect was back. This is what he gets for not smashing it at the wedding the first moment he got. You let the bug scamper off and next thing you know it's in the backyard! What was that THING even doing here? To suck on what hope he had like some blasted tick? Too grow fat off the fruits of others? No he’d not sta- “NIL!” Enbarr’s voice grabbed his focus, looking down at the mare he saw her japing a hoof at his paw, pushing at the claws as if it would shove them back in… And they did after he relaxed. The hoof stayed on his paw. A hopeless act as even if she sat on his paw it will not keep it down. But he relented underneath her glare and shot a look over at Blue. “What is this thing doing here?” He asked, aiming his free paw at the bug. “Is it somehow part of this? If so, this meeting is over already. My hopes were low but this dashed them worse than I may have ever feared. A hide changer is of no help, they never can be. No good ever came from a parasite.” He muttered, teeth glaring in the sun to stress how displeased he was.
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  5. Mayor Rich would have taken a few seconds to take in Swift Squall's attire. To her credit, she refrained from rolling her eyes, only giving the stallion a flat look he may have remembered from a particularly unsympathetic aunt, if he had grown up with aunts. Many scions of the upper class did, and their personal frictions made for many a delightful classic tale from P.G. Wodestable. "I was hoping to discuss the possibility of manufacturing investment in town," She said evenly, "But you seem to have a preference for Everfree expeditions. And with an expectant mare at home, too."
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  6. Bluebelle supposed she couldn't blame Niilaavin for not wanting to get his hopes up. It would be a cruel thing, given how much this meant to him, for a hope to be raised then dashed by alchemical impossibility. But just as Niil thought of Blue as part of his Pride, the Princess thought of Niilaavin as a member of her House, and she was determined to see that he did well. She smiled to see the nuzzling moment between him and Enbarr, but where was Gritstream? "Not coming out to greet our guests?" She called out to the other maid. "Nope." She answered from just out of sight. "Too risky. Appleoosan connections to this town." "That's just the Apple clan, they have connections everywhere." Further attempts to cajole Gritstream to greet her guests were interrupted by their arrival. Reaching out a hoof to steady Windwright's landing, she made the introduction. "Niil, Enbarr, this is Windwright, a friend of mine and a very fine alchemist who just so happened to pay me a visit this morning." Shortly on his feathertips came the other guest, Rose the changeling. By this point, the willies that Blue usually went through in their presence had been decreased to a minimum, and she was able to give just as charming a smile and greeting. "And this is Rose, another alchemist who comes on the recommendation of Mayor Rich!" She took the note, tucking it away for later. She rarely destroyed any correspondence, you never knew what future historian would bless your memory for preserving it. "I can't exactly say it was planned, but now I can't imagine living any other way." With everypony arrived, the Princess stepped back to give the guests room to maneuver. "This is just an initial sample collection meeting." She explained to Niil. "Transformation potions or magic usually requires the essence of whatever one plans to transform into, and you're the closest sphinx we know of."
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  7. Windwright was pacing and mumbling to himself as he filled his saddlebags out of his cart. Most would expect an alchemist's kiosk-cart to contain nothing but glass vials full of strange fluids and bizarre ingredients. While Windy's cart did in fact contain those things, those were being left in their places. No, Windwright was picking out his reference manuals, notebooks, and journals, as well as his medical kit and one or two sample containers, just in case. The trouble is, that was about four bags' worth of books and supplies, and Windy had two. When he finally eliminated the books he thought were irrelevant, he closed down and locked the kiosk, then flew out into the town to find the princess and the Sphinx. Which turned out to be easier than he thought it would be thanks to the wide berth and immense stature. The alchemist landed a little gracelessly next to Princess Bluebelle and her shade tree, far enough away for politeness' sake, but close enough that nocreature could mistake his presence for accidental. Though with how much his bags were bulging they might be able to assume he was about to drop down in exhaustion.
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  8. The spells were a little resistant to tampering, but nothing beyond his ability to toy with. Luckily, he wouldn't be waiting for long. He could feel her coming before she even arrived, like a mouse racing through a funnel, before she spilled out of a spell that had actually managed to stay hidden. She could have teleported the regular way, but she liked showing off, and this also made it more difficult to track her for outsiders. "Good evening, Mr. Star." She inclined her head, smiling cordially as she took a seat. "Thank you for coming. We should have one more arrival on the way, but in the meantime..." Her horn flashed, and a tea set appeared between them. Ironically, she summoned a bottle of Luna Rosa for herself and poured some into her own dainty cup. "I've discovered a new breed of zap apple in a temple some distance from here. Naturally, I experimented with it a little, and even tried making tea out of the leaves. It's surprisingly mellow for what it comes from." she took a sip
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  9. Sunny shook her head. "No, I mean, I could get one but ours don't look like that. They're really blocky and cost a ton," she said, vaguely remembering her befuddlement the first time she had seen a mobile phone without all the wires that other phones had. They had come a long way...well, okay, not that long. Truth was that the materials needed for really advanced electronics were rare in Maretime Bay. Consumer computers and mobile phones did exist but the pace of their progress had been glacial and the cost still really high for the average pony. CanterLogic took much of the supply- to their credit, while created for poor intent, some of their creations were indeed quite advanced. "Oh, and it's not my boat, just a rental! The boat owner just changes the name to whoever rented it. Though I do think I like the idea of a boat being named after me. My mom almost had one named after her!" She thought about it, "unless it's a trawler. Those stink. Like sardines...maybe that's..." she shook her head. Luckily, before she could square the fact that her mother had indeed come home smelling of sardines as a filly and how repugnant a smell that was now to her and defaulting at the connection, Sugar Moonlight distracted her. She was happy to have these new friends but still had some worries. It would be expected of Sunny to dismiss the concerns entirely, but she wouldn't. Her fantasies had not come to pass entirely, after all. The Unicorns and Pegasi had, at first, treated her poorly as an Earth pony. They were victims of their own systems of disharmony, but there were a lot of ponies out there. The overwhelming majority would be good. All of them? Not even she was so naïve. "There's good and bad ponies across the three species. No doubt we'll encounter somepony who wants to cause trouble, and so will Bridlewood and Zephyr Heights. We'll just have to trust that a few bad experiences won't drive us to abandon the truth that we now know clearly," She said confidently. There would be challenges ahead but she was confident that they, as Equestrians united, would be their equal. As she pondered the future of their unity and the struggles inherent, a not-so-confident voice spoke up. He gave his name and then started trailing off when he spoke about the ride itself. Maybe he knew a lot about sailing vessels or the sea? Ponies had all sorts of interests and fixations and she could understand loving the sea. She never did quite follow her mother, a boon as fate would have it, but she certainly loved the salty air as much as the next earth pony. "I think that's because this trip is registered under a company's heading. I think. Huh," she looked down and then up, through the window and into the bridge. Hard to see the stallion and his crew up there, but that was by design. They kept out of the way for their guests. "Why is that?" She shrugged. She'd ask him later. "Guess I shouldn't distract him. Anyway...Allegro, right? That's a nice name. You seem to know a lot about the sea. Sailor?" She asked hopefully. It was always nice to learn about new friends, and she counted him as one. It also allowed her to....oh, wait. The lighthouse came up. The lighthouse. Her home. She didn't know the full history behind it, but she did know her parents had loved it dearly. Her mother looked to the lighthouse as a beacon guiding her home in more ways than one. Her father enjoyed the space it gave him to expand his research, and the fact it was set apart from the town allowed him to work without interruption. Now it had been partially destroyed. The top was gone. The second floor was ruined. Her room and a lot of her mementos, including the personalized Guardians figures her father had chiseled for her, were destroyed. Her father's room was still around but unsafe. The first floor- she was shocked how well that had turned out, all things considered. The back of the lighthouse that contained most of her father's research was intact. Glass and stone scattered around the area, but it was fine. The front was still standing, but ruined. The building itself was unsound. She had salvaged what she could of her father's work and her own remaining belongings while the building was repaired and rebuilt in equal measure. He response started strong before trailing lower and lower until it was barely audible. "No, no. It's fine, Sugar. Really, it is. I mean it isn't fine, it really sucked, but..." she sighed deeply before perking back up. "But, it's fine. My home will be fixed, and if it took a little structural damage here, there, and everywhere to help fix Equestria, then that is a very worthy trade," she said with a head nod that was more assertive than convincing. "I'm good when it comes to housing Sugar, at least for a little while. Hotels are *competing* to make it up for me, but I'll keep that offer in mind!" She said, honestly excited about the prospect of future sleepovers. She rarely got the chance to experience good old-fashioned fun friend things. She liked the good old-fashioned fun things. Fun, like food and drink. Cookies and cupcakes, cold sandwiches, smoothies of her own making everywhere, punch, water, chips, soda, salsa, hay bacon strips and veggie rolls of all stripes, and even a couple of pizzas! Okay, she had gone overboard. She had expected a few more ponies to show up, but there was so much to see and do now that she understood locals not being all that interested in a boat trip. She got herself a smoothie and sandwich and took time to gather herself, just as some food floated its way by her and out to the top. Sunny followed it- yes of course it was Daydream but still, that was so cool! Moonage seemed a little occupied with Sugar and who could blame anypony for that. For now Sunny took a big bite and looked out over the crowd of her new friends. This was going to be so exciting! "So, Pipp," she said loudly enough to attract her attention, "would you like to tell everypony here a bit about yourself and Zephyr Heights?"
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  10. Bluebelle sighed, but felt it rather pointless to contradict Niil at this point. It would have been easier for her to persuade her late grandfather to let the servants eat with him in the dining room than to budge the sphinx on this point; his prejudice had rather more actual life experience behind it. Hopefully, the balancing presence of Windwright would help keep the situation calm. "Well, as a niece to two of them, I'd say we have more options than we might dare think!" She replied cheerily enough, trying to keep the mood bright. Gritstream couldn't say that she followed most of the technical discussion, but the gentle voice and sincere desire to help from Windwright coaxed her more into the open. There was something about the pegasus that reminded her of Verdant... she sighed, the hurt only a dull ache now. *What would you think if you saw me now, here in a palace garden, wearing this?* She almost had to laugh at the mental picture that came up, of a young stallion stammering flirting words to a mare that just felt flattered by the attention. Was that the first happy thought she'd indulged about her husband since being a widow? Perhaps things were starting to heal. Things were almost back to calm and professional... until Rose piped up again. Homunculus? Lich? Bluebelle's smile remained fixed to her face, but it now took on a distinctly glassy look. She did, however, speak up here, as the discussion moved to a point of personal experience. "She's right enough about souls, though I'm not at liberty to say how I found out about that." This revelation of her capabilities was likely of little to no comfort to Niil, and Blue couldn't say she thought Rose a *disproof* of the sphinx's suspicions. This was going to be a hard sell, even if a solution came up...
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  11. "Soo...." Spoiled Rich replied, evenly, resting her chin on tented forehooves, "You came in with the attitude of the playful troublemaker to offer yourself as a problem solver." The emphasis was subtle, but she was sure his noble ears caught it. "I don't doubt your sincerity, Sir Squall, but I cannot help but be concerned when I see a potential misalignment of intention and action." There was no need to be anything but calm, it showed clearly that she was in no way to be overawed by grandstanding. And opening a conversation with snide remarks and character aspersions, both on her and a friend, really! Did he know nothing about politics, negotiation, or in any way establishing a working relationship? No, no, lets not dwell on thoughts. Little colts were like that, and some never grew up. Mares come to peace with that fact after... a certain age. "You are quite right, insofar as Ponyville is hardly suitable site for heavy industry. But light manufacturing, which I know that TEMPEST holds at least partial ownership in some ventures, would work quite well here. The Whitetail Woods, as you may know, have been partially under forestry management for some time, and expanding woodworking into furniture would be a good on-site operation. Food processing, as well, would be a good fit for an agricultural community. While we do a brisk trade on the refrigerated trains for fresh produce to Canterlot, a cannery would be a way to expand shipments further afield. The opportunities, I should say, are obvious enough. Somepony will invest in them, but your pre-existing logistics network, not to mention machine tool expertise, could allow you to take better advantage of them."
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  12. "A homunculus? That's a risky path even if we were trying to create a male sphinx, if the thaumic link between host and true bodies failed we might not be able to recover it fast enough to save both. And if the homunculus collapsed, or had no host to draw energy from it might parasitise the infant." Windwright commented to Rose, rubbing his chin. "Theoretically, we don't need a switch to be permanent or indefinite, just 'long enough'. Agreed?" He shook his head and returned his attention to the here and now, taking note of Nilaavin's reactions and body language, and Enbarr's by proxy, and filing the information away while he considered the question. He closed his eyes and said, in a thoughtful tone that suggested he was working through the idea as he spoke, "Well, I'd be lying if I said there wasn't a professional side to this. A great many alchemists have a well-deserved reputation for wanting to see if we can do something before considering whether we should do something. But there's more to it than that." he said, opening his eyes and nodding toward Bluebelle, "A friend of mine, one who has supported my work and let it reach more ponies in need of it, has asked for my input and help and I'd be a poor friend not to take that seriously. But more importantly than that, somecreature is in need of help and solace. In need of restoration and balm. You've been hurt and isolated, and it may be within my power to offer a solution, or at least part of one. I can't ignore that and stay who I am."
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  13. ~~~Aloe Blossom~~~ Once again Aloe had felt the ship lurch a bit when the winds that were helping propel the vessel stopped. She also nodded when she heard Rose correct her and say that they were going after a giant squid over a kraken. She further went on to say that a kraken could snap this boat in half one moment, and then swallow the two pieces in the next. She made a mental note to never come across one because it didn't sound like killing something like that was in the cards for her. She was more likely to become it's lunch, and she'd rather not have to deal with something like that. She also heard Rose tell her that sometimes steering the vessel in a straight line isn't always an option, nor is it always the best plan. She said that sometimes the winds have a will of their own, and that she wanted Aloe to try to follow the squid by sailing with the wind as much as she could. She looked at the sails and how they were blowing. She could feel them blowing towards the east at this point, so she angled the sails in that direction. She didn't want to go directly due east, as that would take her away from the squid, but if she angled the sails correctly, she could catch enough of the wind in her sails to still go towards the target, albeit at angled slightly. She knew that there woudl be a point where she would have to adjust course to try to realign herself with her target, but she would need the winds to change course first, and even then there was no guarantee that they would change in the direction that she needed them to. The smack on her flank definitely didn't go unnoticed either as she gave Rose a smirk, "I don't know if that would be too bad of a thing myself, we'll have to wait and see. Though I am curious as to what I get if I win," Aloe smiled, holding steady with the wheel.
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  14. Twilight nodded. "Robes could work. Of course as a guard a lot of the work would be more mundane, but we have so very few wizarding robes in style anymore that it would be nice to see one made. Done well I think it would work, to boot," she mused openly before bringing her attention back to the present. "But yes, take your time to settle affairs, and be prepared to be tested. If you pass the tests and you have her approval, you'll have mine. But you need to pass the tests. You need to get her approval, and you need to make sure that nothing changes to make me not give you my approval. I have no doubt you will be more than capable of assuring yourself of all the benefits and responsibilities that comes with being the Twilight Guard," she said with certainty. There was no guarantee in life but she had high hopes for him. On the wedding discussion, she had to toss her mane back and stare at the ceiling. "Yes, ancient dresses and armor," she laughed, "when they first found the ancient armory, they thought Crystal ponies of the past had to have been much, much smaller since the armors were...shrunken, lets say. Once they were reheated however they expanded from their ancient cold storage condition. It was really comical for a while, seeing as the guards were literally tripping over themselves trying to get out. Ahh, fun," she shook her head as she went to take another sip- but was out. They were all out. "Oh, looks like we've gone dry, gentleponies."
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  15. Apple Bloom couldn't deny it, not one bit. She was really excited and it was leaking out of every pore of her body. Part of it was nervousness. She had never done anything of the sort before. Who was to say that it would go well now, she'd be any good at it, or that she wouldn't be hurt in the process of it? She couldn't be sure of anything. All she could and would know is that she wanted to try, and she needed Tempest's approval to do so. "It's just...Ah'm really excited ta prove mahself. Can I be on the salvage teams, please? Pretty please?" She asked, her professional demeanor falling to the wayside ever briefly as she begged for what was needed. "Anchor down!" Came the cry as everything was in position. The anchor was lowered and once it hit the bottom- far from the wreck, as the magi-sensor told them- the ship started to descend. As they did so, everypony was hard at work. The recon teams were suiting up to investigate the wreck while the salvage teams were checking their gear, making sure the cargo hold was ready, and they got good and liquored up. Apple Bloom looked around the crew and everypony with their teams with great anticipation when finally the ship settled with a gentle loosening of the anchor. "Underwater recon one, going down!" Yelled the first officer, and one by one the five members of the recon team started sliding off the side of the ship and into the water.
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  16. Apple Bloom had to think hard about it. When was their laziest season? Didn't really exist, she reckoned. Spring and summer were busy all day every day. Autumn was the harvesting season to end all seasons, and winter was cider season. They had enough cultivars and business models that they were busy essentially all the time. However, the first month of the year was historically the slowest, before spring kicked off and right after the height of cider season. "Hmm, mid-winter, maybe. Ah'd have to talk it over with Applejack but I'd think that's tha time. An' right when it's coldest too, for tha realest Crystal Empire experience," she winked at her nephew. "Gettin' tha royal treatment would be nice," she said excitedly before leaning in closer to Zap. "Ah can tell you from experience, them big pillows give ya tha best sleep ever," she said as she started to eat greedily. While doing so, the subject of her name and past events came up. Apple Bloom knew the story well enough but truth be told she was just a secondary mare to the whole thing, so it was hard to know for certain. "Yeah, Applejack spoke ta me 'bout it, but Ah don't think she thought too much of it. Ah mean, all things considered, after all."
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  17. He can’t understand this odd… Trust every pony kept putting in the hide changers. They were things of mistrust, lies and parasitism. Yet time and time again he was marked as being in the wrong, have they not seen what they can do? Empires have rotted from the inside out by such things. Yet there was hardly anything he could do. Not with this spell on him. And so he just just glared his hatred and spoke gently in a tongue only he and Blue knew. [“I will stay my paw, but I will say again. Do not trust her or the ‘students’ you so happily speak about. I will trust nothing she has to say.”] With his feelings made clear again, no matter how pointless, he relented but made no apologies for he has none to give. With nothing more to do he fixed his gaze on Windwright. “So tell me, what vain hope leads you to think this can even be done? Such a change… Well told in old stories are nothing more than that. As far as I know. We may be half a pony in many ways but the differences we do hold are vast. Such a change is… Flirting with the power of the gods. So I’d like to hear your reasoning to have the faith to go down this road at all. What do you see that makes it worth the venture?” He asked. He felt keen too do so. Well the bug seemed fit to just… run off in some rant about how she’d do it he’s heard nothing about the why or how. So he’d hope the alchemist can give some backing to it. He’d trust their word far more than the insects. Enbarr held her place for a moment, only when Nil seemed distracted again she removed her hoof from his paw and backed up to her post at his side. It is hard to not speak her own mind, but it's not her place… But she’d choke Spoiled out if that old mare dared to try and push in on her spot. She was going to win, she was going to be a queen some day! And have all the power she needed to smite her family. Hopefully. No telling if this was going to work or how long it will take. Nil had countless lifetimes to see it work, she had one. So she deeply hoped something will come of this.
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  18. "Well a place so filled with followers of the harmonious path should only be welcoming to the hopeful and eager." Within reason of course, "You'll find everyone here are quite kind and capable... well perhaps not the chamberlain." the chef gave a little chuckle at the thought of that stuffy qilin barging in to give his thoughts on the new recruit. Yanhua brushed off the thought as soon as she caught the scent of coffee beans. That machine always made a lovely aroma once it kicked into gear, the chef made heavy use of the device on her late nights in the kitchen. It would surely make a lovely cup for bother her beloved Feng and his new protege. "You certainly made a good impression during those games, Feng." She gave a nod, "At least all the events you participated in had some degree of respectability. I Only brought home the gold for cupcake eating and rock climbing."
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  19. Reflection yelped and jumped back in fright, though the action was useless, as the mirror image of herself did exactly that: mirrored her. She took a few calming breaths, then addressed the... image. "Uh... Hello? Where are we?" She chanced another glance around, but found she was still in the everlasting expanse of darkness. Light was illuminating her body and reflection, but there was no source for it. It was as if the shadows and highlights of her figure were painted on.
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  20. Ambrosia had been quivering with increasing excitement as they approached the unmistakeable outline of the Carousel Boutique. She loved this place! Not more than home, but it was close. Within these walls were all the filly frou-frou things her deepest soul desired and felt her destiny among. She was still some way away from getting her cutie mark, but when she did, she was certain she'd be wearing something from this shop! She lit up as the white unicorn came to escort them in. "Auntie Rawity!" The little filly squealed with delight, nodding fiercely as she was asked if she'd been good. "Uh-huh, uh-huh!"
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  21. It hadn't been long since the good Mayor had tasked her with the arguably possible task of reviving a species from functional extinction that Rose began to prepare her labs and supplies. She had a plan, a clear idea in mind, and she wouldn't need much more than a basic genetic sample from the sphinx to begin her work- specifically, she needed access to his sex chromosomes and a basic sample of DNA. Once she had those, she could begin reconstructing the organism as a ponunculus. There, she figured, she could go one of two routes- spiritual transplant, or true transformation. Luckily, Rose was a pretty decent mage, so she could make it work. With this in mind, she'd appear in traditional spontaneous fashion mere feet away from the Arch chancellor, parallel Windwright, saddled with her regular alchemy saddlebags just incase. "Good afternoon ~" She'd greet him... Her... Cordially, a light of interest sparking upon recognizing what had happened to the prince. "Fascinating... " With a flick of her horn, she gave the genderbent pony a rudimentary scan. "Hmm... Not how I'd go about gender change, but it appears to work for the most part. How is everybody this fine day?" Casually, she'd hoof over the note the Mayor gave her.
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  22. "I already have....an idea about how friendship works. I'm pretty sure I'm already becoming friends with you..... aren't I?" she asked, trying to look smug but mostly coming off as timid.
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  23. Well, this invitation was quite the intriguing one. He remembered his time in Rose’s secret lab, and it was something he’d be more than happy to repeat. The location the letter led him to wasn’t one he remembered seeing her at, but he could tell her magic permeated the area, so he was pretty sure he was in the right place. As he waited for her to show up, he poked at the magic in the area, dissecting and reconstructing the spells, occasionally adding in little improvements or hiding little spying spells in it. He was excited to see what Rose had in store for him, and was hoping it would be some new discovery, though he was still on guard against threats.
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  24. ~~~Aloe Blossom~~~ Aloe wasn't sure what entirely Rose meant by it would catch her, but she went with it. She listened as Rose told her that thyis was the third time that she'd been on a ketch herself. She said that she knew how to steer it because it's the basic model for a sailboat, and she talked about how a past life she only ever had eyes for her Luna's Rose. A part of her wished that she could see the vessel, but considering the words that were used, if she saw it now, it wouldn't be near as magnificent and probably on the bottom of the ocean some where. She also said something about it being called a Queen's Ketch where another changling queen had opened a brothel exchanging love for pleasure. Aloe wanted to say something, but when she thought about it, that was actually a very good idea, and wasn't entirely dissimilar to what she and her sister did for others to relieve stress in their clients when they paid for such services. Granted, they hadn't been doing that here much recently, things considered. "That's actually brilliant. It's similar to what Chrysalis did with that island. She set up a spa resort thing for couples to go. The changelings take care of the guests, and they are fed by the ambient love that is in the air around them. I'm not entirely sure why more hives aren't doing something similar to that. That seems like a much better way to get love and nourishment than trying to fight for it all the time," Aloe said. "That being said, what are the rest of the basics? I'm assuming that I have a lot more to learn because I can handle a kraken," Aloe smiled.
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  25. "I shall be sure to do so. Good day!" Spoiled Rich said her goodbyes with a crisp nod, feeling relatively good about how the day was going. Why, her general attitude towards the Ponyville public at large was going up a peg or two, mostly due to the new additions she was seeing come in. The rest of the townies... well, she could afford magnanimity towards them now. "Next!" She called out as the alchemist departed, an actual note of chipperness in her voice!
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  26. Moonage looked around the boat as they set off into the bay. Sunny was the main one to respond to her introduction, though at least Sugar also introduced herself without Sunny's prodding like Allegro. Ah well, no big deal really. Now she was on a boat surrounded by strange ponies floating around in the water... Hmm, what to do now? "A pleasure to meet you too, Sunny." She said before the pegasus seemed to address the group as a whole and head below-decks. Taking a peak down the stairs, she spotted the food and floated one of the items over to her, as well as the pretty earth mare that was next to her. Sugar, was it? Probably. "Apple?" She asked, offering the fruit to Sugar. "Do you live around here? I've been near the city before, but this is my first time actually in it. This is a nice coastal town, it looks like a good place to live."
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  27. She’d smile to Apple Bloom. “Then let’s make it happen….when you are in a non busy season of course. I’m sure that a place like this takes a lot of pony power to run. I don’t want to get blamed for putting you behind.” Flurry would finish the last of her pie before taking a sip of milk. “Um when is your slow season?” She’d pause for a moment ”When you do make it, you’d be my royal guests. I’m sure mom would let you stay in one of the guest bedrooms. Some of them have pillows as large as me!” Looking to Zap, she’d nod. ”Yep, and there is a long story that goes with it. I think both your mothers where there. I was too young to remember it,” as she hid her shame for a moment before looking to AB. “I don’t suppose Applejack ever told you that story, did she?”
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  28. Sunny couldn't help but wonder where all the good stuff was. The food variety in Maretime Bay was soooo huge! Living just off of fruits and veggies and nuts and mushrooms- she was talking so fast oh wow- and seeds- wait, they ate seeds? She was about to ask how you could eat a seed when her brain remembered that...yeah she ate seeds to. Small seeds. Why did her brain want to assume that Izzy meant eating the huge pits of peaches? Wait- tea. She loved tea. Unicorns love tea. Crackers? Was than an Izzy thing or a unicorn thing? She liked crackers cheese crackers. Oh wow. Wow. She talked so fast. She talked so fast and Sunny was trying to write it all down and now her hoof was hurting. As Izzy settled against her, Sunny shook her hoof cramp away and moved forward with the line, bringing Izzy along like an oversized saddlebag with a pointy end. "Oh, wow. So much- do you grow- what type of apples do you normally grow? Would you call yourself a Cosmic Crisp type of pony? They told us that the Cosmic Crisp was only grown in Bridlewood. Does it even exist?" She asked, grilling her friend about the most unusual variety of all. According to Maretime Bay legend, the Cosmic Crisp was once known as the Zap Apple and was the greatest apple cultivar of all, having been invented by one of the old world's greatest agricultural scientists. However, 'evil unicorns', jealous over how wonderfully delicioys the Cosmic Crisp was, stole the whole crop and used their magic to change them until an Earth pony could never eat them. That was why the Cosmic Crisp has vanished and been replaced by the Maretime´s Favourite. "And, if so, do you know how it got there? What do you have with your macaroni?"
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  29. Curious, Reflection sat up. Usually, her dreams were vivid and full of motion, but this one was different. This felt more... real. It was like she was awake, and yet she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she was not. Cautiously, she ventured a hoof out of her bed. It touched what felt like floor, even if she couldn't see it. Slowly, she lowered herself from the bed until she was standing full on an invisible platform suspended in the void.
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