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Archer? No. No. You can't.

I got the images scanned by my friend. Several images are in one file. How would I post these files here in Canterlot, and how do I get it so I can edit one image at a time? Sorry, I'm just kinda frustrated. COMPUTER Y U NO EASY?

"Anytime," she said quietly, eyes still closed. Silversword drowsed off, knowing that the colt would have a better chance of finding what he wanted if he went to Canterlot. Someone was bound to be able to help there! She knew it!

I think I'm done. Tell me if there's any problems. I liked Silvers' application more ;-;

Cake: SWEET BABIES! *hits face with catnip*

Nope.

Silversword yawned widely, arching her back like a cat as her wings shuffled. "I don't like to converse with many ponies. But I like to help," she said, a slight smile on her muzzle. "You can rest now. Don't worry, nopony would attack a guardpony," she added reassuringly, tucking her hooves into her body and laying her head. It hadn't been a long time since she'd gone to Canterlot, so the path would be in her memory.

Silversword had been looking down at her hooves, her frown deepening a bit. When she heard his voice, she looked up, and her expression softened a bit. "Yes. You can find maps of all of Equestria there." she said, a slight smile on her face. She laid her head on her hooves, slightly tired. "I am glad to hear that," she said, her usually lukewarm smile becoming more genuine. "Not many ponies would befriend me. Would you like to rest for a bit? It's a long trot from here to Canterlot."

Not gonna happen, sug.

Zat vould be me.

"Canterlot is a good place to start," she said, offering her thoughts. "The ponies there are nice. Helpful, if you need something," she added. Thinking back on Manehatten, a slight frown crossed her features. "It's crowded. Depending where you live, knowing how to fight is a necessary thing. If you go to the downtown district, it's pretty classy."

I.. er.. yes.

Fool. One cannot simply walk into Mordor.

Silversword liked making ponies happy. She should try it more often. "Good. So where do you plan on heading?" she queried, her tail twitching. She enjoyed the prospect of travel.

I believe I did. :3

As do I.

"Yes. I don't lie," she said, a half-smile on her muzzle. She wondered how he felt about the world outside of Solstice Heights so far? "And because you're clever, and not a blabbermouth," she said, chuckling. Hearing his offer, she shook her head, her fiery eyes upon him as she chewed her apple slice. "It's my job to help. And I would like to," she reminded him cheerfully. Or rather, as cheerful as Silversword could be.

"You know, you're quite agreeable to talk to. I can't stand half the ponies I meet." she murmured, listening to him. She understood the feeling of loneliness. Being an only foal was tough at times, and her father was often working. "I could try to help you. I know the areas past the lakes," she said quietly, accepting the slice he offered with a gentle word of thanks.

FLIPPY'S DOWN NOOOO. I mean. *sips orange juice* The game is on.

"Didn't you ever get lonely?" Silversword asked, listening to him giggle. Chewing into her celery, she wondered why this pony would think he was being boring? No, he seemed clever enough to talk to, and he wasn't loud and brash like someponies she knew. "No, no, you're not being a bore. So. What will you do now that you're away from home?" she wiped her muzzle with a hoof and proceeded to eat a carrot. She was rather hungry. It's a big world, she thought. And dangerous, too.

Don't mean to be brash, but could ya show us a sneak peek? ;-;

"And your family?" Silversword asked, hoping she wasn't being nosy. She trotted up to the lake and bent her head, taking a long drink. "I hope you don't mind, but I'm hungry," she said, rummaging in her saddlebags, which rewarded her with celery. With a hearty crunch, she bit into it and sat down, looking at Quasar. "You can continue your story," she muttered encouragingly as she ate.

"Nice to meet you too, Quasar," Silversword replied, easing up a bit. It wasn't difficult to speak to this colt, and he seemed rather happy. As they reached the lakes, she slowed down a bit, hoping the long trot hadn't worn him out. "I come from Manehatten. It's a rather strange place to live," she murmured, her wings shuffling as if with memories from the place. She remembered how her father and mother had taken care of her, but she always thought that perhaps, if she had lived in Cloudsdale as a filly, would she have been a good flier? Lost in thought, she simply stopped and stared at the ground for a moment, before snapping back to attention. "Why did you leave your town, anyway?" she queried, for it made her curious.