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It was a task, but I finally simplified and reset all the linkage and images on my RP log to reflect my RP experience on this forum. It's been quite a journey. It's kind of bewildering how many threads I've been involved in, how many different people I wrote stories with, and how far some of my OCs have gone, even the ones I wasn't planning on taking very far. In all of my threads that are not active, I have posted in character about 1,300 times, and this is not including posts in 100 Country Kisses, my largest thread (by far). What a ride!

"What kind of flowers do you need?" Granola mused. "Go ahead. I have many types of flowers. And I even have some common roots and vegetable saplings if you need something you want to sink your teeth into." The brown earth pony held up a basket full of assorted cut grasses and weeds. "I have some canarygrass here, its very tasty. One bit for a bundle, and I have some seeds for it too, if you're interested in growing it yourself, but it takes a lot of space." Granola continued to suggestive sell her goods to the curious unicorn, but she paused to let her newest customer decide what she wanted. While she paused, she took notice of the unicorn's appearance. She had never seen this mare before. Was she new to Ponyville? Granola took notice of the customer's flank and got a good look at her cutie mark. She leaned forward and stared a little closer, possibly appearing rude to those who had no idea what she was doing. "Ah yes, lilies. Genus lilium, species candidum, to be exact." She remarked on the flower type that was magically adorned on Angelis. "Are you a flower grower, too?" Granola question, wondering if this new customer of hers happened to be of the faction of ponies that rivaled her in the marketplace just down the road.

Luna lifted her head and caressed her chin with a wing tip as Pyro explained his talents. "Hmm." She folded her wing back to her side. As the unicorn began explaining himself and his talents, Luna started using her magic to manipulate more of the space around her, removing artificial structures and replacing them with the natural growth of trees and grass. Soon, wooden beams would become fallen logs in a forest, stage lights hung above turned into owls and other tree critters, and crowds of frozen ponies turned into bushes and rocks. Over the course of thirty seconds, the event tent concert stage was erased into what one might see if they ventured for half a day into the darkest parts of the Everfree, and it became really dark. Suddenly, Luna lit her horn and started a small fire at her tip, some sort of fire magic, perhaps the same kind Pyro wielded. Her blue complexion glowed against the lone candlelight emanating from her horn. "Fire used to be considered an illusion." Luna held an imaginary candle with holder and zapped the fire from her horn to the candle's wick. "It lights up, it seems to have some sort of energy, but you can't grab it or weigh it. You can only control it by changing where the fire sits. And of course," Luna throws the candlestick to the ground, where it bursts into a larger flame on the ground, "the first does not always obey our expectations." Luna used a calming spell from her horn on the fire and transformed it into a tamed campfire that would occasionally snap it's chaotic sparks. The princess materialized a few wooden logs and softly placed them in the campfire to kindle it. "But if we learn to respect it, it will allow us to use its energy for our needs." She sat back on her haunches near the fire and then proceeded to collapse her front hooves to maintain a forward reclining position. She smiles. "Of course, you know all this don't you, Pyro. So why is it you deal with fears that you will not be able to control your own fire magic? I can't imagine you dream about these nightmarish scenarios if you hadn't felt the danger of a lack of respect of the fire we both know you're very good at wielding."

Today I'm taking a break from the mind-numbing task of RP history logging and going back into the best part: Posting Ponies! I have started two new threads for one-on-one opportunities. First a thread with PrinceBlueblood where I can start using my new zebra student! Second, a new user by the name of SparkSan is starting a new story with her new OC and my Granola Gracie. Hello and welcome to the family, Spark! And finally, I have resurrected a thread with PyroBlaze in the dreamscape. May we always try to finish what we started!

Princess Luna casually used her magic to cause elements of the environment to slowly fade away, but the dreamer had her complete visual attention. "That depends on what you mean by here. Why are you here? Do you even know where you are?" Luna motioned to her side where one of the wooden beams used to hold the tent up swirled into nothingness. "Honestly, I'm not so worried about where either of us are in reality. But I'm very concerned with where you are emotionally." Princess Luna had her fair share of anger issues. Even this evening while preparing for her nightly routine, she had been effected by inconveniences that gave her irrational bouts of frustration. And when she would overreact, it typically seemed to chain more events in which her temper would be tested. "You're dreaming, Pyro. Dreaming about many things, not the least of which is your inability to control your emotions. Tell me, when you are not dreaming, are you as talented at conjuring fire as you are when your mind's eyes are drawing fantasies during your slumber?"

Granola Gracie faced a lot of fierce competition. Every time she set up shop at the Ponyville Marketplace, the so-called 'flower mares' always cornered the market on pretty-looking flowers. It forced Granola to cater to more interesting means of plant-selling gestures. Her cart of goods would have a few flowers on them, the usual roses, a few bundles of tulips, and the ever-so-inviting towering sunflowers. But she also featured more exotic options like cacti from Appleloosa, snowvines from the mountain tops in Yakyakistan, and a well-matured venus flytrap that seemed to take the center stage. She might not have the heavy hitters, but if you needed something strange that grew from the ground, chances were Granola Gracie was your mare. She didn't attempt to sell things in the market every day. Most days, she investigated new plants and researched on better methods of cultivating them. She had contracts and deals with many farmers in the area in order to help their plant growth, cooperative weather from the pegasi notwithstanding. Unfortunately, she felt that the art of plant-rearing wasn't as interesting to the next generation of ponies as she thought it should be. Maybe some day she would have the opportunity to impart her wisdom to students eager to learn about all things botany. With many ponies passing her cart, she started trying to make small talk to strangers that passed by. "Need any special fertilizer for your cabbages? I got it! Tired of the same countertop flowers? I have just what you need! If you don't see it, I probably have it somewhere in my shack. Don't be afraid to ask questions." Granola spotted a yellow unicorn within an earshot of her table. "Hey you, you lookin' for some companionship in a seedling today?"

He got off the train in Ponyville, carrying only his saddlebag. Many ponies continued giving him a few strange looks. Some were rude, but most were just curious. He had gotten used to it by now. Before he left, they had told him he might not be accepted at first, but given the chance, most ponies in Equestria are inviting and friendly. It was a good thing he was considered an expert at making friends by everyone he knew well. Were zebras really that rare? Zareb thought. He made his way towards Ponyville proper and out of the humble landscape, could see the star of the castle spearing into the sky. It towered over everything, including the town hall. Zareb looked at his paper instructions and made steps to what he presumed was Twilight's Castle. Would he see the Princess today? He hoped so, but he also knew that Equestria had changed in a good way, and many of the Princess' tasks forced her to Canterlot where Equestria was ruled from. Maybe one day he would visit there, too. He approached the castle from it's grassy front yard and looked up at it. "Ngome kubwa," he muttered to himself, basking in the glory that was the crystalline fortress. He saw what looked like the school in the corner of his eye, adorning it's famous waterfall collection. He wondered why he was asked to come here first. Outside the castle, there were no guards. So he walked up the steps at opened the big front door himself. He peeked inside. "Hello?"

It had been a good day. Applejack had avoided disaster and made profit in a situation that could have been a loss due to mismanagement. But her and her family's wits always kept them afloat, even when it required heartstrings to be pulled. The orange mare had sold apples by the bushel, selling out of nearly all the excess apples they had. It was a good thing the remaining inventory would not be heavy, as she was getting tired by the late afternoon burn of her muscle's aches and pains. But she was a strong one. Despite her years on the farm, this aging pony was not going to easily let the labor she endured every day on the farm for several decades keep her from fulfilling her apple sale duties all the way until the end of the day. But thanks to her depleting energy level, that moment was coming to a close very soon. The line for apples and kisses had disappeared. The citizens of Equestria could only handle so much apple kissing, but she figured more would come the next day to assume the sale would continue. Fortunately for her chapped lips and the hearts of her family, the sale would not continue tomorrow and hopefully never again. Applejack started packing up some of the non-essentials in order to make end of day routine checks easier. But any remaining customers still had time before the farm pony's lips would be locked away forever. Her back was turned when Moonlight stepped up to the stand. She overheard the pink unicorn remark on Apple Bloom's heart which by all recognition seemed to have floated off to space. Applejack turned forward. "Heh heh, yeah. She'll get over it. Business has been great." Applejack chuckled at her cousin's assumptions and teases. Word must have gotten to the school where undoubtedly several hundred teenage creatures expressed how hilarious they thought an applekiss might be, but then internally daydreamed about kissing their crushes in the school's halls. "Ain't no secret ah'm afraid. Just sellin' apples. It's always about apples." If she needed to, Applejack could express her ability to make Rainbow Dash do whatever she wanted with a cold mug of cider, and the fact that she named her first son after the famed zany apple variety that grew miraculously on the farm. It was always about apples. Always. "What about you? Shouldn't you be swoonin' over that coltfriend of yours?" She chuckled at the joke she had just thought of. "Did you... did you run out of things to ask him to do for you? Heh heh heh." Implying that Remington had Moonlight wrapped around his hoof was an inside joke Applejack had with Moonlight, and she always like to think that he was practically a slave to her unmistakable beauty.

Remington smiled at the professor and the rest of the class. The object lesson was definitely interesting, and didn't require a stuffy room with four walls and uncomfortable desks. If every class was like this, he was going to enjoy going to school here. And even if every other session was in a stuffy room, being able to relate and converse every day with this new pink unicorn he was lucky enough to be partnered with would make up the difference, and then some. He was playfully smacked by her tail as she walked around him and looked at him. His vision saw blurs, but his heart could see beauty, and it began pumping double time. "Thanks." Remington said, his face burning rose red. Rainbow Dash appreciated the work her students had done, although maybe she was being easy on her the first day on purpose. Remington figured she might be the kind of teacher that would stress hard work, but in-between difficult lessons be treated with a lecture on how to take it easy. But today, she asked them about loyalty, and no creature was eager enough yet to speak up. And then she hovered on Moonlight and him and asked what they learned. Remington nervously swallowed. "Um, I guess sometimes it's hard to trust someone else, but you have to if you can't rely on your own sense to guide you. And even if you help someone else who trusts you and you initially fail, added loyalty can provide a way for both of you to end up succeeding. Without my partner's loyalty to me, I might not have had the confidence to find our way." Remington rubbed his eyes. "Even blind-folded, she could see what needed to be done more than I could." He chuckled.

Seeing Apple Bloom pass by Tempest without batting too much of an eye assured Fluttershy that her fears could be kept away for now. She often pulled the trigger on freaking out about ponies she did not feel comfortable with, but seeing as there were others around gave her a peace of mind. "Hello, Apple Bloom. Lovely to see you today. Elizabeak should be in her coop. I know how much you love feeding her." Fluttershy took in the detailed explanation from Tempest. "I... don't think timberwolves have ever been tamed." She feared she might be sounding rude. "And I don't know too much about them, but I'm sure I can try to help." Fluttershy turned her body and faced the serene landscape of the sanctuary. "Feel free to explore around a little bit. If you see a critter you like or are curious about one of them, don't be shy and feel free to ask me or Apple Bloom. In fact, I bet Apple Bloom has more experience with timberwolves than I do." She motioned to Tempest an encouraging motion to walk further into the ravine. "I'll be back with you shortly." The yellow pegasus walked towards the white unicorn who seemed to have a joyous expression, but her eyes were glossed. "Hello. How can I help you? Did you come to see, I mean experience the sanctuary?"

Apple Chord smirked and expressed a disappointing reaction to Azure's explanation of her role. It seemed a lot more plastic than she was expecting. She looked at Coloratura who followed with a question on her would-be future had she not given up touring. "Oh, well. Probably a lot like you. I would still have great life experiences to be sure, but at the expense of the farm and family I came from. In a way that experience would be troubled by regrets of the past. I'm sure a mare like yourself it works for you jus' fine! But little ol' me? I grew up and lived my entire life on a farm and the whole life experience that came with it. My life experience was given to me the day I was born. My only options were to stick to it, or abandon it for some dazzled phony covermare pigeon hole that burns up the moment the industry doesn't like my music. The decision was more simple than washin' the side of the barn with a garden hose." She continued with what might be taken as a snide remark. "Why, if I had taken that more famed path, I'd probably be just like you and hire somepony to be my sister!" She chuckled, giving a suggestion that Azure had been hired for her companionship more so than her ability to help her employer make music.

Silverstream was excited for Gallus. She felt a little slighted she wasn't asked first to foalsit one of the professors' kids, but she was glad the griffin might be assigned something that would require him to loosen his feathers a little. She had found out he was doing the task when they were studying in the library the afternoon before, and wanted to be with him to help him, even if she wasn't invited. So she decided to wake up extra early in order to deliver the pie Applejack had asked her to send. When she finished the delivery, she hurried back to Ponyville and looked for Rainbow Dash's cloud above where she assumed Gallus would still be. Silverstream beamed her patented wide smile, which was much larger than it normally was, and it was normally pretty wide. When Gallus opened the door, she saw Gallus and squealed. "Heeee! I made it Gallus! I was able to complete the delivery to Goldie Delicious' for Applejack and be back in time to help you!" The hippogriff had the appearance of a creature who had seen some action. Her mane was a little frazzled with a leaf here and there caught in her locks, and smudges of dirt had smeared on a couple of her limbs seemingly in an inadvertent fashion, but she was still presentable for the most part. Silverstream slipped passed Gallus and flew into the cloudominium. "Where is he?" She looked left and right and then down before seeing the sights and sounds of the crying Zap Apple. She hovered to a landing. "Aw, what's wrong? Why is he crying?" Silverstream looked at Gallus and briefly guessed he probably didn't have the maternal instincts to cover such an explanation. She leaned over Zap. "What's wrong?" Zap didn't really have a good barometer in order to express why he was so upset. The way Gallus treated his misery seemed to suggest Zap just needed to grow up and didn't require him to feel anything but slight embarrassment. So he couldn't speak his mind honestly, but he instead uttered nonsensical words to express what replaced the wailing and crying he did seconds before. "Eheeww, heee, hahhh, wahhhahhahh. *sniff* hehhhhh heh." Silverstream hugged him as he recovered from his session of crying. "It's okay, little guy. It's going to be alright." Zap then looked up at Silverstream for the first time, seeing the happy loving cheery expression on her face, the pink hues reminding him of the fascinating pink bird from earlier and comforting his soul with the peace of mind from what seemed like a natural caretaker. "Pi- pink bfirdy!?" "Yeah! Well actually it's Silverstream, but you can call me pink birdy if you want to." She gigglesnorted. "Actually that sounds kind of fun. Pink birdy! What's your name?" *Sniff* "Sach Abol." Silverstream could see that Zap's utterances were not clear enough for him to properly say his own name correctly for others to repeat it properly. So she turned to Gallus and mouthed quietly her words to him. "What's his name?"

Remington's mind raced back and forth to match his pacing in his room. Instead of using this time to study before Moonlight arrived, he spent it worrying about how the night would go. He could feel her presence drawing nearer and nearer as the clock continued to roll. He double checked, triple checked, and quadruple checked everything in his room to make sure it looked clean and orderly. He changed his mind six times on whether or not to have a picture of his parents on display on his dresser, finishing with keeping it up. He thought about playing music on the turntable but he didn't want to presume the mood. Any trash that could not be gotten rid of properly was thrown in the closet. He stood over to the mirror a few times checking his mane to make sure there were no ugly knots or flakes of scalp, and he wiped his glasses clean three times before becoming satisfied with the amount of glint his frames stubbornly appropriated. He breathed out a sigh. Suddenly, he heard a knock on a door, but it wasn't his door. It sounded like it was coming from Miracle's room. Remington didn't know Miracle all that well. He only saw her on the one occasion he was playing music too loudly in his room, and she came by to kindly ask him to stop. Oh, sandbags, he thought. He forgot to tell her which room it was. The doors weren't marked all that well, and so it wasn't Moonlight's fault that she knocked on the wrong one. He hesitated to run out to the hallway to tell her, but Miracle had already gotten a chance to meet Moonlight and tell her the good news. Remington winced as the door was heard closed and Moonlight's hoof steps came approaching his door. Seven softer knocks hit his door, and he ran to the door as if he was ill-prepared. He started opening the door. "Hey! Moon-" His voice was interrupted by the sudden limits of the door, only opening a crack. "Oh hang on." Remington closed the door and unfastened the four extra slide lock mechanisms on it. Why did the door need that many locks, and why didn't he undo them before she came? He opened the door again, and saved his embarrassment for later. "Moonlight! I'm so glad you're here!" Remington could be seen in his current outfit, which was grey-colored fleece pajamas with moon crescents on them. He didn't normally wear his pajamas unless it was particularly drafty in the dorms, but he wanted to be extra comfortable tonight, for mysterious reasons. "Sorry, I forgot to tell you which door. Come on in." Remington made way for Moonlight to enter and then he looked out of his room and down each direction of the hallway to see if anyone had seen her come, but no one seemed to be there. He closed the door. "Make yourself at home, or at dormitory. Even I can't make this place like home, heh heh. You can use the second bed if you'd like to recline, otherwise there's two chairs." Remington realized this was an opportune moment where he could show her a little slice of Remington, parts of him that she may have never seen before. "Oh so, I don't know what your hall's rooms are like, I have a deep closet for storage, a desk big enough for everything I need it for. Here's my turntable where I like to play my favorite music." Remington began to fidget, not sure where to end the tour, there wasn't that much to the room. A picture frame of his parents, a giant poster of Princess Luna overlooking his bed, a mirror for self-maintenance. Everything else was standard dorm room furniture.

I want to do the dirty work of revamping my heavily neglected RP log. But in order to do that, I realized the best way was to reflect on all the posts I made on Canterlot.com. Yes, all of them. It's taking more time than I realized crunching the numbers and filing all of them together so that they are organized by character and activity. I can't believe how much pony I have posted. So many stories. So many friends. So many memories. Seeing these old threads with old friends really touched me and brought be back to the good ol' days of pony, but also made me proud of where I've come to from those storied adventures. I want to personally thank everyone who has been apart of my story-making. It truly is an honor to detail the imaginary lives of pastel colored ponies and creatures with previously considered complete strangers on the internet. Thank you. Below is a google sheets doc that is a work in progress of the data I'm compiling. https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/15FtdazeTyPm5ESksnV41ZT07_KlzAoANRhX5AbGnrCU/edit#gid=0

Fluttershy heard her name shouted in a respectful way, just inside the entryway to the sanctuary from the road. It was a purple unicorn with metal coverings. Though Fluttershy knew that pony with a severed horn and scar across her face pretty well, unfortunately, just like all of the other things that terrified Fluttershy during her defies against evil with her friends she was never sure she could face them on her own. But Tempest seemed to have a light demeanor, probably from the expected trepidation coming from those who could hear her voice or see her face. "Tempest?" She asked carefully, not wanting to be presumptive. It also gave her a chance to bury her social fears. Fluttershy knew that there had been another name Tempest had gone by, but she never saw that it was appropriate to use since no one else used it. And even if she wanted to, the lack of usage in a semi-forbidden name escaped her memory. "What are you doing here?" She asked bluntly. Fluttershy would have never guessed a pony like Tempest to approach in pet-finding or even for the sake of general education in animals.

Introducing my latest open thread, Fluttershy is opening up her sanctuary to visitors, but for only one day. She wants to use this time in order help outsource her care of animals to others, that they might also find meaning in the critters around them. What could happen in this thread? Here are some examples: Pet adoption Caring for sick pets Visitors helping care for animals Animals causing mischief Possibly other things!

Fluttershy had been working so hard for several weeks attempting to perfect the process of animal caring. She had never been so in love with her with ability to give comfort and understanding to animals in need around her, and her sanctuary had become world-renowned. Because of the acclaim, she had to deal with constant suggestions and queries, mostly asking for an invasion of her way of doing things, and for the ability to come in close contact with animals from all parts of the surrounding neighborhoods without having to go to a zoo. But she would typically reply in a negative tone, counter-intuitive to her usual agreeability. Even her light demeanor wasn't unable to interrupt her promise to the animals in her care, that they would be her priority over everything. But, as circumstances allowed, Fluttershy understood that occasionally a good pony needs a animal to care for, and a good animal needs a pony to care for them. Such a bond could only be realized by Fluttershy herself, and she knew she wasn't the only one who liked animals. So today, she put more of her energy in an open house of sorts, a chance for ponies and creatures to experience the sights and sounds of her arena, and give them a chance to convince her as to why they are in need of a creature to care for—a tax on members of Equestria society. But also, she knew there were several pet owners who needed help with their responsibilities and wanted to visit Fluttershy for some of her advice and encouragement. She hoped that Dr. Fauna would be around to help be she knew the doctor had her own, more serious situations to deal with whereas Fluttershy was focused on the outpatient care of animals that didn't need serious attention. So with the sanctuary's resources, Fluttershy hoped that any issues a pet owner would bring forward to them would be able to be taken care of. It was mid-morning and Fluttershy had just opened the gate on the path to her sanctuary from the town. The gate never did a good job keeping anything in or out, but it was always seen as a sign of whether or not a pony should enter. And today, with the gate opened, Fluttershy hoped that she could use this one day to allow others a chance to find refuge or meaning in the animals Fluttershy felt deserved out attention and respect.

Remington made it back to his room and prepared. Typically he would straighten his room for some orderly sense before studying or writing a paper. If he ever had a buddy come over, he would make sure any unmentionables were stowed away to not be seen. He was a very clean colt, much more so than other colts at the school. Most young students were pretty messy, especially the ones who had relied too much on their parents to do all of their self-maintenance. But tonight the task of preparing for Moonlight's arrival and study session took Remington more time than he would care to confess. His room was immaculate. It wasn't all that impressive though, it wasn't like he had that many things adorning the room in the first place. Miracle had been trying to get to sleep earlier in the evenings on account of her never being able to traverse the school hallways without some kind of accident when she had to share it with the morning rush of creatures and ponies. Fortunately, her roommate didn't come until later in the night. But, the unicorn pony was interrupted of her attempt to fall asleep by a pound on her door. After a good single knock and an expressively cute voice cheering Remmy's name, the charcoal-colored unicorn mare opened the door. When she cracked it enough, she saw Moonlight smiling, her pink pelt reflecting the sequence from her tail. Miracle was unimpressed. "What? Who's Remmy? Oh, you mean Remington? He's the next door down. And... please be quiet." The unicorn held a grumpy tone and facial expression as her horn lit up and slowly closed the door, and losing sight of Moonlight.

"Heh heh, YEEE haw!!!" Apple Chord shouted as the song ended. She loved the way Coloratura sung the song, it obviously wasn't the first time she had played or sung it. As they ended the song, Coloratura's assistant walked into the room. Coloratura greeted her, and Apple Chord did the same. "Azure, right? Come join us, we're having fun singin' songs about life." Apple Chord set her guitar to the side in order to make gestures with her hooves that were always necessary. "Why thank you. Why did I quit? Well, in some respects I never quit. I quit singing for some ponies, but I never stopped singin' for myself and my family. So I guess you could say my family is the reason I quit. If anything takes away from your family, it's not worth doin', most likely. When I realized what a career in music tours would do to my relationships I held dear, it was an easy decision to indefinitely end my tours and keep this one mare song-story to the confines of the farm's fences." Apple Chord wanted to keep the momentum, but it was slightly adjusted by the new mare in the room, so she started asking her some inviting questions. "Azure, how did you come to associate with this beautiful singing voice with four legs?" She pointed at Coloratura who had a huge smile on her face. She seemed to be really enjoying herself.

"No!" Zap refused the juice offer. He was wise enough to know it was only a distraction from what he was so upset about. The projector suddenly had a malfunction. It clicked a couple times, and then stopped clicking, but the light source was still projecting. On the screen, which took up a good portion of one side of the living room, was showing a still image of a pony with spikes protruding from his face and body, all with chocolate syrup to illustrate to a black and white audience exactly how blood spills from a creature's sinew. Zap accidentally looked at it again, and cried even louder. *knock* *knock* *knock* *knock* The front door of the Cloudominium had a knock on the door. With the absence of the film's soundtrack, the pounding echoed loudly throughout the cloud house. Whoever this was, they were urgently trying to get the attention of the homeowner, or they had little understanding of what an appropriate knock on the door sounds like. Zap heard the knock, but could not be bothered by whoever might be trying to get inside. He was too busy wailing on account of witnessing pretend death.

It started to become a small vex in Applejack's ears by the amount of sass Moonlight held in her voice, but only because it was being used as a verbal weapon against her in a way of standing on high moral authority. Well, pretending to, she thought. The choice of words Moonlight would choose to convey her reaction to what she was saying seemed in poor taste, even though they were often used to disavow Applejack's choice of words, which were also poor. Applejack mustered inside of her mind the momentous force of integrity lecture in order to defend herself from a young mare who considered herself so up to date that her flank could solve strange warming weather patterns plaguing the driest parts of Equestria, but she held her temper low enough in order to hear her out. "If you truly believe he has narcolepsy, I guess I can't argue that. I jus don' want you to fall into the trap of believing someone's over-dramatic shenanigans, all because he's a colt that'll get you all flustered soon as look at ya." Moonlight seemed confident that whatever the official school records would show about him should be good enough for Applejack or anypony else. Unfortunately, she knew the school records were typically tied down with a few hay scraps and were filed in Twilight's school ledger which was either with her in Canterlot, or hidden away beneath the many artifacts the new Headmare would use as decoration. There was no doubt the records were important at the time they would have been taken down, but the need for their information predictably waned and as a result, began gathering dust and credibility. The logs were sometimes so diligently incorrect that one of the professors kept marking a student by the name of Busted Nails absent for five weeks before realizing it was a misheard version of the the young pony Gusty Sails, who had applied on location the previous semester. Whoever took down her name probably had an ear infection that day. Applejack would concede the filly's point, though. Moonlight had been a pretty good judge of character having spent so much time with Rarity and others, not to mention the honest apple mare herself. "Alright, you're right. We'll give him the benefit of the doubt." Applejack started projecting this as a if her approval was always part of the process. "So he ain't lyin' then, maybe." Applejack started smirking at all the silly things she remembered fillies and colts would do when Applejack was Moonlight's age. "He hasn't found himself," Applejack stood on her hind legs and illustrated her word choice with her hooves, "falling asleep", she stood back on all fours, "conveniently on top of you, yet, has he?" She chuckled. Obviously the answer was no, but Applejack would enjoy the laugh of such a demoralizing piece of evidence that would land her firmly on the suspicious side of this crush Moonlight had. It was a good thing it was probably not true.