Hurricane

So, I've only got one Cadance thread open right now, and my mind is rather drawing a blank. If anyone has any ideas for threads, or would like the Princess of Love to drop in, let me know, as I'm currently available and looking for RPs

Cadence let forth a soft groan as she stepped from the train, her joints clicking as she stretched her body and wings, a little squeak escaping her throat as she settled back into a more natural position. Ever since she was a filly, she hadn't been a fan of long journeys, motion sickness and being trapped in the same position for extended lengths of time made it troublesome for her. Now, though, she was in Ponyville, for the first time, too. And she was alone. Well, alone apart from the two hoofmaidens who had accompanied her upon the trip, who were currently struggling with a dozen or so baskets of crystal berries they had brought with them. [colour=#ee82ee]"Oh... do you think it's too much? Perhaps we should only present one basket? Ohh, but what if everypony else has brought more, will that make me look like I am being stingy? Oh, ponyfeathers, let's just bring half for now..."[/colour] she said, as the two mares looked on with mild irritation. She galloped forwards, and into the town itself, gasping gently as she looked around. [colour=#ee82ee]"Ohhh! It's so adorable, I can see why Twily and her friends love this town so much!"[/colour] she exclaimed, giggling to herself as she trotted around in a quick circle. With her assistants now at her side, she made her way through the town at a quick pace, following the crude map she had been given to the town hall, where a small line of mares had formed. She waited patiently for them to introduce themselves to the mare at the desk, before approaching herself, bowing down graciously before her. [colour=#ee82ee]"Good morning, noble deskmare. I am Cadence, and I humbly present myself to you. I have brought a gift from the Crystal Kingdom, sweet berries known for their crunchy texture,"[/colour] she said brightly, her head dipping low, her horn touching the table as her wings spread out wide around her. ​

This might throw a spanner into the works, but I know you'll figure out a way to make it work~ 1. Princess Mi'Amore Cadenza

Princess Mi'Amore Cadenza, Regent of the Crystal Kingdoms, Ruler of the Crystal Ponies. She knew that the title meant a lot, but if she were truthful, she just preferred Cadance, or even simply Cade. She had been strolling around the town for most of her day, her disguise long since discarded when it became clear that she was not going to be able to avoid recognition. She was thankful that she at least was granted more freedoms than her aunts; It must have been very tough to be surrounded by guards and advisors all the time. She knew first hand, the crystal ponies of her court protected her almost like a newborn child. With a sigh, she cantered across the grand plaza of the Viridian Commons, intent on rescuing a little time for herself. It was late in the day, and the sun was setting. She noted with a soft smile that the moon was already beginning to peak up from beyond the horizon, meaning that Aunty Luna had likely arisen early, to spend some time with her sister. As the mare sat down at one of the tables outside the Commons cafe, where a uniformed stallion took her order. She could feel an air of excitement within the air, the mood of the whole city was changing in the twilight of the day, switching from a city of commerce, of business and trade, to one of liveliness, of pleasure and fun. The streets were empty, but they were expectant, waiting for ponies to change from their day attire into their nightwear. Always empathetic, the mare all but shuddered at the sensation. It was magnificent to feel a city so alive, so vibrant. She had high hopes that, in time, she could bring this feeling back to the Crystal Kingdom, which to her still felt rather rigid and stale. The waiter brought her drink, a tall glass filled with chocolate coloured liquid, and topped off with cream and dark marshmallows, and she licked at it playfully, like a child licking an ice cream. She dunked the marshmallow into the drink, and began to look over the announcement boards. As she did, she let out a little gasp, and hurriedly asked the waiter for a quill and some paper. Once he had returned, she began to write. To the peoples of Canterlot,First, I would like to sincerely apologise for my lack of replies of late. I must confess, I have been very busy with my home life, and and with my new regency of the Crystal Kingdom. I hope that this is all cleared up soon, and I hope that many of you consider visiting our wonderful kingdom of beauty and radience. I would also like to make it clear that, while I am away, Canterlot will always be in my heart. I have many fine friends here in the city, and it will always be somewhere I consider myself home. I grew up here, and the city has taught me many important lessons that I vow to take with me to the Crystal Ponies. Canterlot, I thank you, every one of you, for making me the pony that I am today. I must beg of you to bare with me in these coming weeks, my mind is full of comings and goings, and I may have trouble recalling you immediately if we have met before. With that said, I would like to extend my Aunt's proposal, and inform you all that, while I may come and go a lot now, I will endeavour to answer any and all questions you might have of me, so, please, do not be shy. Your Princess, your friend, Cadance ​

Water cascaded down Bamboo's hair as she stepped forth from under the waterfall. She had been testing herself, using the fine air and the hilly mountain region of Itaily to undergo a series of endurance tests. First she had felled a tree using nothing but her hooves, and then ran for twenty six miles. It had been a real marathon of tests, from simple thrust exercises with her bokken, to the afforementionned hike through the mountains themselves. Her last test was also an excuse for a wash, a contemplative meditation under the falling waters, washing away her doubts and her sweat. Now, however, she was clean, albeit sodden through, with her sword clamped in her mouth as she paced forwards. She usually carried it with her tail, but as this and her mane were damp, lank, and lacking in prehensile strength thanks to the moisture, she chose to carry it this way. The long stick-like wooden weapon was held in the centre, and gave her an early warning if she were about to bump into something. Her pale, sightless eyes twinkled in the sunlight that shined through the canopy, and as she trotted along, she thought she heard a few songbirds twittering in the distance. After about ten minutes of walking, Bamboo paused. There was a strange sound coming closer, like the chuff of steam powered mechanics, but moreso than that, she did not recognise her surroundings. The ground beneath her hooves felt too soft to be riverside detritus, and the leaves seemed a lot more sparse, and didn't rustle nearly as loudly as they had done at her camp. It was pretty safe to conclude that she was in fact utterly lost. "OHH NOOO!" she whined, a hollow clatter sounding as her sword dropped to the floor, and rolled away. She mentally cursed, she couldn't believe her own stupidity sometimes. "No no no no no no! I can't be lost, not now! Stupid sword, stupid camp, stupid eyes!" she snapped to herself, as she crouched, and began frantically searching for her sword. As the chuffing noise got louder and louder, she began to wave her hooves about, hoping she was facing towards it. "HELLOOOO! IS ANYPONY THERE? I COULD DO WITH SOME HELP HERE!" she cried out, her dazzling white mane flicking about lazily against her damp body as she tried to grab the attention of whoever were nearby.

As per our conversations, I'd like to bring Bamboo Blade into this, and I believe she is going into team 2

Bamboo shuddered in the cold breeze, her size a definite disadvantage in the deep snow, but she was nothing if not tenacious, and she bounded on, sword strapped to her back as her tail swatted at the snow in front of her, sending flurries from side to side. The mare gritted her teeth as she pushed on, taking in the others in the group. There was of course the loud, confident mare and the Gryphon who had asked the question she always got, the two curious unicorns who buzzed with magic and the stallion who had the rustling map. And then there was the mare, Andromeda. Something about her made the little earth pony very, VERY nervous, like she was in the company of someone very important. "I can 'see' using my other senses. I spent many years honing my sense of hearing to the point that I can echo locate, in a similar way to bats. That's why I have to have my hair tied back, and I will often hit the ground with my sword, to create a loud noise," she said, as she trudged on through the snow, shuddering as the deep snow touched against her stomach. She sighed softly, anticipating the next question and answering it despite not being asked. "I have never been able to see, nor do I much care for it. My life is a challenge, and I am thankful for that, without the chance to shine, I would have nothing," she said quietly, hanging back from the group a little bit more. She was feeling more and more like she shouldn't have come on the trip. The little mare pressed on, however, losing her focus on the group a little as she 'explored' the local area. Absolutely nothing. For as far as she could hear, which was probably twenty, thirty metres or so, there was nothing but ice and snow, and the howling of the winds. But there was something that made the mare nervous, even moreso than the strange mare with no aura. Something else was with them, in those woods. Something fast, and quiet, quiet enough that it left a blank where there should have been noise. She did not tell the group, however, for fear of raising panic. If she was lucky, it would be nothing, and she would not need to react. And if the other alternative presented itself, well, she would be ready.

My one fear is that our fandom will the course of Final Fantasy, or Ultima. With the former, Directional and tonal changes will slowly change it for the worse, with less and less acceptable things being handed to us, but we will soldier on, telling ourselves out of nostalgia that 'The writers/Hasbro know what they're doing. They're just trying to keep it fresh. Everything's going to be just fine. With the latter, Hasbro will attempt to milk every possibly bit of coin from the friendship is magic franchise, but will get too greedy. There is already potential of this occuring with Equestria Girls, where that will become the focus, and the ponies will be pushed to one side, rushed, and eventually given up. Whatever happens, the next few months will give everyone a nice recovery breather, and arguably the most important episodes, season 4 episodes 1 and 2, will ultimately decide the fate of the show and the fandom.

Eloquence giggled loudly as she watched the mare emerge from the water, shaking herself like a bedraggled little puppy, clutching at her belly from the laughter. She did not anticipate the mare taking to the air so quickly, and let out a loud, surprised little squeal as the pegasus bore her to the ground, pinning her there as she glared down at the chortling zebra beneath her. "Hehehe, uhmm..." she began, the alcohol in her own system now beginning to have a little effect on her, making her giggle like a madmare. "The thing is... hehe, well.. I forgot," she said with a smirk, looking up at the mare. After a few moments staring up at her, she blinked, blushes spreading across her cheeks as the irate pegasus glared on, her sodden mane dripping spots of water onto her face. She shuddered, taking a deep breath, her heart pounding against her chest. "I am sorry... that was a lie. I know what I want to give you,' she said softly, unable to look the mare in the eyes as she spoke, "But... I cannot give it to you yet... I wish I could, but... Spotlight, I think... I..." she continued, stumbling over her words, a rare occurance for the narrator, who was able to recite from memory many hundreds, thousands of stories. She shifted about beneath the pegasus, trying to form what she wanted to say in her head, but everthing was reeling now, she felt dizzy, and a little nauseated. "Every time I think about you, something in me changes. Just by being near you, I am able to draw upon your confidence, your attitude, to enhance my own. I smile, just to think about you, and... I... I wish that I could give my gift to you... I just... I am scared to. If any of my tribe were to find out, I would become N'ylet, cast out, no longer considered a Zebra..." she said, reaching a hoof up to the mare's cheek, feeling the prickle of tears in her eyes. "You are the most important pony in my life, Spotlight. And... I want to give myself to you..." she said quietly, cheeks becoming more and more flustered. (Continued at )

The Zebra nodded her head silently, dreadlocks bobbing lazily against her face as she reached into the saddle, pulling out the list. She glanced along it and sighed to herself. She had been to Ponyville before, and knew for certain that these items would require an almost full circuit of the town. She smiled politely at the stallion, rolling the list up and pushing it behind her ear, where it stuck fast. "Perhaps that is a choice all might make, but without the morning cockrel, how would the rest of the farm know that it were time to rouse," she replied to his statement, wincing a little afterwards. She had meant for it to be a simple lesson, to tell the stallion that sometimes, some ponies must put in a little more effort than others, for the common good, but it had come out ridiculous, and childish. Granted, she was still a child herself, in the eyes of her tribe at least, and certainly still young enough in body that she was not yet fully versed in the ways of the world, but she still liked to think of herself as mature. The mare said little else until they arrived at their first shop, an open stall that seemed to sell barrels, wheels and all manner of woodworked items. The Zebra looked around for a pony in attendance, but could find no-one. "Our first item is here. The crafted backdrop for the final scene was to be hoof carved, in order to hold the weight of dear Spotlight," she stated, fumbling about inside the saddle for the large cloth bag of bits that she had spotted in there earlier. In doing so, however, she had to prop herself up against the stallion, one hoof resting against his side as she fussocked around inside the holdall. "Do you see the stall owner?" she asked, pulling the bag out between her teeth, as a dark blue earth pony stallion, with greying dark mane, and a lathe as a cutie mark, came charging up to them. "Sorry about that folks, had to visit the yew tree if you know what I mean! Name's Wood Whitler, what can I do you for?" he said brightly, as Eloquence's ears flattened against her head. She took a few steps backwards, and nudged Double Tap, nodding her head towards the new arrival, her auburn eyes flitting this way and that to avoid eye contact with both the stallions. Situations like this made her nervous when she was not near Spotlight. The pegasus had a way of commanding any situation, and without that as a safety net, she was edgy.

AJ showed a desire to put a new roof onto the barn. She's done that several times over. Shouldn't she be a princess by now?

https://derpiboo.ru/233190 Sums up my feelings rather nicely

The zebra sighed loudly to herself as the enamoured mare began to rub at her in her sleep. Struggling slightly, she pulled herself up onto the stonework barrier, and sat. "Forgive me, Hyena, but this is for your own good. You will not hear my words unless you are sober, and you will not be sober unless you receive a sudden shock," she said, wriggling free of the mare's hind legs, pushing her backwards with a heavy shove of her bum. Slowly, the pegasus toppled backwards, and fell the short distance to the icy cold water beneath her. She turned as she heard the splash, and couldn't help but giggle. "Little Hyena, splish splash, swimming in the sea! Hope you wake, hope you break, you cannot catch me!" she cried out, wiggling her bum over the edge once she was sure the pegasus was at least not sinking and drowning. She knew that the mare would be angry, confused, and likely still stunned from the alcohol, but the deathly cold water would certainly wake her up, if nothing else did. She just hoped that it would not douse the fire in her loins too much, which was of course the reason she hopped down from the stonework. "If you catch me, you shall get a treat,' she teased loudly, tail dreads shaking about with a rustle.

Once again, the troupe was in chaos. Twelve hours to curtain up, and not one pony had their lines down. Writer was fuming, Spotlight was hung over, and all in all, everyone was making noise and clamouring. All except Eloquence. Sat propped up against a tree, she was idly flicking through a novel, her attention utterly drawn in by the story. She had long since learned her lines for the play, even though this production had her simply reading from her script, she knew it was better to learn, and arguably easier so, thanks to her idetic memory for stories. Of course, that had not lasted long for the mare. Spotlight had protested that she was not doing anything to help, and in a flash of inspiration, the pegasus had suggested that she and Double Tap could go into town to collect the last of their props for the production. Unable to think up a suitable excuse, the zebra was stuck venturing into the town, with a pony she knew almost nothing about. It irritated her to admit it, but Spotlight's oft said words about her lacking a lot of social skills was true. She cared more for stories than people, and she had barely any conversational skills to draw on. "So... are you... well?" she said, to break the silence as the two ponies walked along. The crowds were thankfully quite thin, and the morning sun had not yet broken through the clouds, giving the air around them a crisp, chilly feel. Her breath hung in front of her after she spoke, before fading into the wind. Silence, permiated only by the clattering of hooves as they proceeded onwards, her dreadlocks bobbing up and down as she paced. "Uh... Do you have the list of items we need to acquire?" she asked, trying to think up something to say to the stallion.

Eloquence blushed faintly as she continued to gaze out over the starlit bay. Had that kiss been genuine, or had the mare simply displayed impeccable timing within her dreamstate. After a few moments of stunned silence, she winced, the mare's faint movements upon her back sending a mild stab of pain through her body. "You may have the grace of a feather, but you still have the weight of an entire pegasus," she muttered with a smirk, leaning down slowly to prop the mare up against the stonework guarding that prevented ponies from simply walking over the edge of the promenade, into the waters below. A few little adjustments were done, and the Zebra had the pegasus propped up, sat almost upright in her drunken stupor. The mare looked across at her, heart heavy against her chest. In the eerie light of the stars, the mare practically glowed, a pale blue that mimiced the light of the moon itself. El glanced around cautiously, making sure that no-one else was around, before taking in a soft breath. "Your beauty radiates to me, your hidden self is plain to see. When I think of you, my heart beats, listen close, for there will be no repeats. My journey takes me far and wide, but with the troupe, I can feel pride. Before I met you, my life was a chore, now it is anthing but a bore. Now witness here, with stars above. I declare, to you, my feelings... my love," she spoke, her voice waivering a little as she struggled through her Unyasian accented verse. "I... i just wish... you could see my problem... I cannot... I cannot act upon these feelings until I am an adult... Spotlight... I..." she stammered, fighting back tears as she leaned in closer to the mare. Gently, she pressed her lips to the pegasus's cheek.

Eloquence sighed faintly to herself as she emerged from the bar, tugging at the mare upon her back. The chilly night air around her was quickly harshing her buzz, and sobering her up to the point of gruff grumpiness as her hooves clattered upon the flagstones beneath her. "You are impossible, you know that," she said quietly, as she stepped carefully through the alleyways. "I know you are not one to run from competition, and that was no contest. You could have wiped the floor with that pegasus, had you truly wanted to, you are a temptress of the worst order. Tell me, why did you insist upon this charade?" she asked. Truth be told, the zebra was grateful for the sudden excuse to leave. She disliked the loudness of those kinds of clubs, and the idea of competing with lips as a prize made her uneasy. She would definitely not admit it to Spotlight, but she had a significant place in her heart for the mare, and the idea of competing against her, for some other mare who she barely knew at all, made her shudder. Eloquence halted in her walk to look across at the still waters of the bay. The reflection of the moon and the stars, combined with the fortune of the nearby street light having blown out, gave the mare and her passenger an eerie blueish glow as they stood in silence. Eloquence could feel the mare's heart beating against her back, and couldn't help but blush at the closeness of her. More and more, she wanted to say 'to hell!' with her tribes custom, and throw herself fully at the mercy of Spotlight and her magnificent ways, but every time she came close to making the choice, a little part of her reminded her that this was not the point of her journey. "Sometimes I wish I had never embarked upon this accursed quest..." she mumbled to herself with a sigh. Of all the stories she had read, all the skillful prose and elegant, coquettish similies, magnificent metaphors, all the delicious deescriptives, nothing she had ever read had prepared her for how heartache could feel, how it sucked at your very soul and left you a wanting, needing, aching nothing. "Spotlight..." she whispered, "if you're awake... would you... kiss me?" she breathed. She knew it was a silly request, and felt stupid just saying it out loud.

Bamboo could FEEL the pony gazing down at her, something in her very core felt the gaze upon it. She held her own, her unblinking, pale white, flawless orbs stared right back as the mare spoke. She did think it a little foolish of her to shake something when there was no way the blind youngster could see it without touching it, but the gesture was, she assumed, quite a grand one. Whatever it was the mare shook around, she must have been very proud of it. "My courage is as strong as the very earth upon which we stand. It will not give out, even when face with situations beyond comprehension. I do not wish a fools demise, only the knowledge of the true extent of my skill and training," she replied, trotting backwards a few steps. She closed her eyes, something she liked to do when she concentrated on one sense in particular, a simple gesture to show others that she did not wish to be disturbed, as she began to listen. From what she could gather, the group consisted of the mare, Mjolna, as well as a griffon, three unicorns and another earth pony, although, she could have been wrong. Her interest was piqued momentarily by the mare named Andromeda, but she could not put her hoof on why. The bar was full of noise and focusing her hearing for too long made her temples throb with pain. She let out a faint sigh, and flicked her cloak around, turning to head towards the stairs, and the warm embrace of sleep. --- The following morning, Bamboo awoke to the feel of the suns rays upon her back. She stirred in her sleep, and mumbled something about more bananas, before sitting upright with a shriek. She had overslept. Leaping from the bed, she tumbled across the little single room she had rented for the night, and grabbed her cloak between her teeth. The little mare sped across to the bed, folding and setting the covers as best she could while she struggled with the clasp of the hooded cowl, but with a little effort, she was able to achieve both results relatively easily. Her ears twitched as she heard a ferocious lion's roar, and the male cry out something in response. Cursing beneath her breath, she whipped her tail around her sword, and with a swing, sent the window flying open. Or, rather, shattered the thing completely, cracking the hinges and sending the wrecked wooden frame scattering across the rooftop. "O..Oops!" she squeaked, leaping up and out onto the roof, her hooves finding no grip upon the icy sheet of snow. Cursing louder still, she scrambled about but it was no good, she was going to fall from the roof. Rather than continue her embarassing display, she decided to accept her defeat with dignity, and just sat there, sliding towards the fall. As she tipped over the edge, she swang her sword, embedding the tip into the wall. She swung around by her tail a few times, before letting go, backflipping in the air, landing upon the hilt of the sword, causing it, and her, to fall straight to the ground. At the moment of impact, she grabbed the sword with her tail, and sent a forceful blow into the snow, slowing her descent enough to allow her to land daintily. "Forgive my tardiness," she said, nonchalantly, as she cantered up to the group, "There was a large bird lion in the next room, snoring loudly, which kept me awake into the night," she said with a delicate smirk upon her face.

The conversation had gone on long enough for Bamboo Blade to know that she wanted in on this trip. She had been skulking in a corner of the tavern for a while now, sneaking in earlier when a group of boorish stallions had bustled their way into the place, and using it's facilities to better wash and clean herself. The life of a wandering hero was certainly trickier than she had imagined, but then, she had also imagined that by now she would have her fame, and her name would be revered upon high as Celestia's chosen, as one deemed worth to defend the very goddess herself. She shuffled about in her cloak, making sure that it was secure over her flank, hiding her tan coloured body from view with special belts that tied together with almost no effort, even to her earth pony hooves, thanks to magical spells interlaced for her by a friend. "I shall join you upon this quest. I may be small, but I am no stranger to peril," she said, pacing forwards. Her tail was pure white, as was her mane, and in the thick fibres, bound by her tail, sat a long wooden sword, longer even than her own body, by quite some distance. It was not made of bamboo but of heavy oak, and probably weighed more than she did too. She brought it down to the floor as she approached the little gathering, and removed her hood, revealing her pale, pupil-less eyes to them. She turned herself to the bold sounding mare who had issued the call to adventure, and bowed gracefully to her. "I wish to inform you ahead of time that my eyes are sightless, I can see nothing. However, with my sword and my other senses, I am no more burdened than any other pony here," she said, flicking her long tail'ed hair to indicate the others, being sure not to hit anyone with it. She waited for the inevitable onslaught of accusations of being a child, and of being a hinderance, calmly and maturely, she had heard them all before. Worthless. Just a burden. No use to anypony. She took a soft breath, and cleared her throat. "My purpose is that of challenge. Some of you may wish to steal, to plunder, to pillage. Others to learn, to cherish. I seek to find out. Find out if I can. I want to know where my limit is, that which I can do, and that which I cannot. In a world of darkness, ALWAYS darkness, the unknown is a daunting thing indeed. The more I push, the more I challenge myself, the less is unknown," she said, hefting the sword upwards, swishing it through the air a few times, again careful not to hit anything. "I am a skilled fighter, agile and quick, with cunning and size to my advantage. In the lair of a dragon, I will be of much use to you," she finished, sitting back upon her flank, sword landing with a heavy rattle by her hooves.

(Double post)

(Continued from: ) Neame regarded the tree with a smirk upon her face. She was not entirely away, but she had been hopping all the way from the coffee shop to the large, tree-based building that might hopefully contain the answer to the questions that had plagued her for years. She had been humming a happy tune, and even flapping her wings, which jangled and clanged as her golden bangles crackled against one another. Halting in front of the tree, she looked up with a grin. "OK! Inside this... tree... library... thing, is a pony, who'll have the answers! I just know she will!" she said with another flourish, pushing the door open and sweeping herself inside. The inside of the tree smelt musty, with the same scent of paper and ink that existed wherever there existed a significant number of books in a relatively confined space. There was also the faint whiff of dragon in the air, which made her feathers bristle. She tensed her claws, looking around for anypony that might be there. "Hello? Is there anyone here? My name is Neame Witherclaw, but you might know me as Neferset. I'm an artist from Canterlot. Miss Dash has brought me to you in hopes that you might be able to help me and my companions, Muffin and Cutlass, with a problem that has hounded me for years," she called out, her voice not exactly a shout, more a loud talk. She knew how to grab attention in places such as these, the galleries that Picture Frame owned were often hushed, muted places, full of whispers that could carry louder than some shouts. She shuddered a little at the memory of the artistic pony.

Neame nodded her head with a smile. She turned to the amassed crowd, and tapped a claw against her beak. "Hmm... I'm afraid we can't let you come with us... but how about I leave this here, a Neferset original, to brighten up the shop?" she said, to a chorus of cheers and whoops. The shopkeep looked on angrily, but once informed of how many bits one might sell a Neferset painting for, he quickly changed his mind. "Miss Dash, please lead the way to this Twilight's place!" she said with a raise of her claw. (Continued at: )

Eloquence was feeling rather worse for wear. She could barely think, she was barely aware of those around her, and she couldn't seem to shift this large weight that had seemed to attach itself to her back. She seemed to remember that she was helping someone, and that black bags were involved, so it must have been that. She was taking a bag back to base. Through her drunken haze, she managed to approach Writer. "Ah be heddin home!" she managed to rumble, wiggling through the crowd, the large, heavy weight still upon her back. Back at their quarters, Eloquence slumped down onto her bed, and let out a groan. This bed was far too hard. She bet Spotlight had a much fancier bed, and the mare had somehow disappeared after the incident with the bags, so she assumed that she was safe to rest there for the night. Sneaking through her room, she felt the temptation to rifle through her belongings, but it quickly subsided as fatigue reared it's ugly head. She collapsed onto the bed, and fell asleep within moments.

Neame sighed softly, her wings sagging a little. "The kids story comes out... I AM a griffon, I grew up in Talonopolis. Do you not think I haven't heard this story before. I've done a lot of research on this, Miss Dash. I know for certain that parts of it are false. Griffons never build into mountains, there are no examples of that kind of construction. We also never appointed 'sages', not for a millenia and a half of our history have we had anybody appointed as a sage," she said, her tone becoming a little bit more smooth, a little more cultured, as she spoke. Settling down onto her rear, she ruffled her feathers a bit, to make herself more comfortable. "Neferset DID exist, however. Her name was mentionned in an old tome, from before even Celestia's time, in a scroll supposedly written by Pegasus himself. Yes. THAT Pegasus. It says that he met a griffon queen named Neferset, and gifted her with one of his feathers," she said, reaching carefully into the large bag of tubes that she had had Cutlass and Muffin fetch from her studio. "I know that I cannot vouch for the authenticity of my dreams, but my companions have seen many other images similar to this, too many for them to be absolutely made up. I have only ever been to Talonopolis, Canterlot, and now this town. I have never seen environments like these, arcitecture like this," she said, pulling a small canvas from it's tube, showing the mare one of her paintings, a wide angle shot of the town, with the meeting point of the river shown. Pulling out another, larger tube, she unravelled it and held it to the wall, gesturing for Muffin to hold the other side. "I don't know a lot about fate, Miss Dash. But I do know this. You are the first person I've ever heard mention the crown. Look at this painting, Miss Dash," she said. The canvas upon the wall was a picture of a throne room. Large alabaster columns lined the room, and upon the walls were etchings painted in gold and bronze, stylised figures of griffon, pony, dragon, even creatures Neame could not name. Hundreds of figures were in the image, a crowd stood before a raied figure, a griffon, regal looking, in a long flowing gown that seemed to be made of light itself. Upon her head, a golden crown rested. It should have been dificult to see, but, the picture itself seemed to be focused upon the small headwear. The thing was jagged, like it could have been made from thorns, and there was a small white protrudance coming from the top. "It looks right, doesn't it? A crown of lightning bolts, adorned with the feather of Pegasus, the gift of the flying ponies," she said in a hoarse whisper. She wanted to see both the mare's reactions to this, as she knew that, if nothing else, Cutlass would want to know more. Unfortunately, she had little more information to give. "This is why I need to see Celestia's student, Miss Dash. My dreams hold the key to learning where the city was, and that key is that river delta. We need to look through books, and the royal library is closed to us. As a student of Celestia, she must have some sort of historical tomes," she stated, glancing to Muffin. She suspected he would be impressed too, but she did not quite get the same vibe from him, the same lust for adventure feel as she did from Cutlass.

The movement was simple, concise, and, above all, fast. Gripping the mare's mane in her teeth, the Zebra tugged her upright, and slid beneath her, lifting the prima donna onto her back. Then, as quick as she could must with only about a tenth of her usual body control, she headed for the nearest convenient place for the mare to hurl, which would have been the toilets, but thee Unyasian spotted the back door first, and pushed through there, into the back alleys of Trottingham. making sure that she continued to hold back Spotlight's mane, she looked up into the sky again. The zebra felt a chill run down her spine as she glanced back into the club. "It seems that Writer's found a beau. His name is what I would like to know..." she muttered, her speech pattern falling back into that of her home country, using a silly amount of rhyming couplets to express herself. "Hyena, tell me, are you done? I wish to return to the joyous fun. This chilly air is like October, it's crisp and fresh, but making me sober," she said, pushing a hoof against the mare teasingly.

Hokay! So, I guess I might as well throw myself out into the deep end with this, and see if anyone would like to see their pony recreated in Blind Bag form. The links are to a couple of examples I have painted for my own personal enjoyment. http://imageshack.us...imag0004xz.jpg/ -> R63 Big Macintosh http://imageshack.us...imag0008yv.jpg/ -> Ditzy Doo (I have since lightened her hair, making her more accurate) At the moment, I don't have much in the way of remodelling skills, but I am slowly working on it. If you are interested, currently, I have a rarity type, a big mac type, and a rainbow dash type to work on. I'm not charging anything for the colours and model, as I will be adding the images to my inventory to give better examples of my work, but if you would like your model sent to you, after it is complete, then we can discuss privately about shipping, as I live in the UK, and shipping could be expensive to beyond there. It would be very handy if you had an image of your pony or two to help me better visualise, too, but if not then I'll see what I can do.