WillowWisp

Some non-pony art... Wut? Shiny Misdreavus and Shuppet

I like that story and feel rather bad for her because she doesn't believe she would meet anyone because of her odd hours and specialty. I am sure somepony can easily work through that. ^_^ Like her friend there, I could see him as popular with the fillies. lol somepony who doesn't mind a living nightlight. Then again if she goes out while they sleep, perhaps it wouldn't be a problem. XD Yeah I'm not too sure with him... he might be... might not be... though the person who asked to see him was pretty sure he was gay thanks to the way he writes. XD

He thought that they were finally getting back to class, but then somepony needed help and the teacher was off again. Grim just sighed and put his head down on his desk. The lesson sounded like it was going to be interesting too. He probably could have pointed out his hometown on the map even. As others started talking he just kept his head down. Well, until an argument started up. He wasn't one to get into the middle of these types of things. In fact if it didn't involved him, Grim usually just ignored what was going on around him. That proved to be different that day though, as he already took a spit wad shot for Sweetie Belle. 'Well then plug your ears,' he glanced over to the pony complaining about what Scoots and Sweetie were talking about. 'They can talk about what they want to, and you can ignore it or choose to listen. So if it's so bothersome, plug your ears. You got two front hooves don't you? Shove them in.' He then covered his own ears as if to demonstrate for a moment. 'What am I doing?' mentally the quiet foal cringed. 'it must just be this day. It's been nothing but weird.' ((also, just a reminder... post should be 5 lines long. Not sentences, but paragraph lines. :3))

It was probably a bit hard to tell with her glow about her, but there was a light blush on her cheeks. Willow Wisp was a bit embarrassed she had startled them. It wasn't anything new, it happened almost every time somepony saw her like that. But she did always feel bad when she scared others when she wasn't trying to. 'I'm sorry,' Wisp looked down a little. 'I didn't mean to scare you two. This um... this is normal for me. I guess it's part of my magic but I've been like this ever since I was just a newborn foal. When it's dark, I start glowing. That's how I got my name because I was born in the evening... My father thought I looked like Spirit Fire... also known as Will-o-Wisps.' She finally glanced up again. 'But I've never been able to figure it out... let alone turn it off.' At least they didn't seem too put off by it. She'd had ponies just take off running. Or as a foal she got teased. 'Weirdo' Wisp was a name she got use to, more than her actual name more often than not. Though she doubted adult ponies, and in this case, mules, would stoop to name calling. She didn't mope though, especially with Braeburn turning to start their adventure. There was no time to be uncomfortable about herself when there were mysteries to look into. 'Alright,' she smiled. 'Let's see what we could find!' That excited whinny she gave when she first heard of the story surfaced again. 'Oh I hope we run into some creature or...or... Something! That would be fantastic!'

That face could melt even the coldest heart, but with Fluttershy, a pony who was already kind and sweet, she had long since turned to mush while taking to Starlight. And seeing his redden cheeks and somewhat embarrassed expression just made her want to coo. Of course she kept it in to keep from embarrassing the foal any more than he already was. 'Maybe that could be your um.. goal for today,' she smiled. Maybe she could coax him back onto the scooter to get his confidence with it back up. 'You could go to the library to look for a book on the Wonderbolts, but get there with your new scooters. It'll be a lot quicker that way.' Now she just had to make it sound like it would be safe and something fun as well. She knew he was probably nervous trying the scooter, especially without another pony stabilizing it. So she had to make situation sound just right. 'Think of it as a small step to being as great as the Wonderbolts themselves. It might be a little challenging but if you can do something like this, then what's stopping you from reaching your next goal. I'll even walk along with you if you like.'

'Oh I think Twilight would go just about anywhere to learn of something new. I'm sure she would come out here to meet you.' Fluttershy smiled as they started along the path around the outside of town. 'And as for taking a few apples... I suppose that's not so bad. I mean, there are so many, it would be hard to notice one or two missing. Plus I don't think they sell the ones that have fallen off the tree before they could be harvested. I think I remember Applejack saying they may be too ripe already and selling them would be bad because they may spoil before the customers can eat them.' She couldn't help blushing at all the compliments. She just wasn't use to it. In fact even when her friends praised her she tended to downplay it and get red cheeks. 'And 'the stare' is just something that happens. It's just... well it's this look. I have stared down a Cockatrice and sent it running... if that makes it any more clear of what kind of look. But it doesn't happen often.'

She heard the shout, she heard the crashing crates and she knew something odd was going down. Wisp hurried toward the station platform at that point and over to the knocked over cargo. She peered down at the tangled mess of Bluebelle, Braeburn and a few boxes with and arched brow, her eyes still aglow. 'You two okay?' From the looks of it it had been a nasty tumble and she just overlooked the awkward way the two of them ended up in the chaos of it all. 'Need a hoof? Don't need either of my fellow explorers getting hurt before we even head out of town.' It was clear now that the strange creature the stallion though was haunting his town, was none other than Willow Wisp. The ghostly glow that surrounded her, her red eyes shining in the dark, and the blue that had taken to tinting her legs. It was nothing out of the ordinary to her, so she often forgot that others didn't expect it. Offering her right hoof to whichever one took it, if either she smiled. 'Appleloosa could use a few street lanterns... or at least a couple on the buildings. Might help prevent little accidents like that. I mean I was surprised when I stepped out of the inn to see how dark it was. I don't mind though, these calm nights are the best for my research.'

Because someone asked what Dandy Dill, Wisp friend who sent her a letter in this story I posted, looked like... I just used my stock base I made for designing characters. So it's not that special. And that is suppose to be a Daffodil Cutie Mark... even though it looks nothing like one.

He seems to have a lot of adult interests for only being a foal. Granted one parent is a bartender, but I doubt they would teach such a young child to mix drinks. His history also seems way too... how do I say, not long, but a lot seems to have happened to him in just 8 years. Most likely until the age of five he wouldn't remember much, since you're using a human analog to age him. So that means that in three years he's gone through all this self discovery, it's a bit of a stretch. As for the Cutie Mark, I'm not sure I understand how he got it. Just because he realized he liked pretty things? As we've seen in the show, usually an action goes along with getting a Cutie Mark, not just liking something. I think this app needs a bit of reworking before it'll be approval ready.

I was thinking about some of the minor and one shot characters that we don't have, and are most likely overlooked. Some of them though would be great to have, especially as the forums get bigger and the RPs spread out. For example, the Appleloosa area is starting to take off. And with the influx of bandit pony OCs, it would be great to have a Sheriff Silverstar. Some Buffalo would be great too, which of course includes Chief Thunderhooves and Little Strongheart. The nice thing with some of these minor/one shot characters is the ability to play with them. There is a lot of opening for creative license. ... So what about other characters you would like to bring attention too? Surely some you would like to see certain cast characters appear. So take this opportunity to post here so other members can get an idea of who they might want to apply for. Let everyone know why you think they would add to the RP. PLEASE DO NOT just post a list of names. This is for people to explain why certain characters would be great to see in the RP.

I wanna see someone sync up crazy Pinkie with that line from the episode when Flanders goes crazy. "And if you really piss me off... I'll run you down with my car."

'Thanks again, you've been so kind. And don't worry, we'll be careful,' Wisp called over her shoulder as she stood in the door way of the inn. The older couple running it had been more than generous. When she first showed and told them her story, they offered her a room no charge, feeling bad for the misplaced Unicorn. But she insisted they let her do something, and eventually the older mare let her help hang the laundry before telling her to go get some rest. And as she was readying herself for the night's adventure they gave her a saddle bag with a couple supplies for safety's sake. Going out in the desert unprepared just wasn't smart. As soon as she stepped into the darkness, a strange glow surrounded her. It was something even she didn't really know how to explain, always just chalking it up to her magic. However unlike most magic abilities, she had no control of it; it just happened. A few hue covered her legs, while the faint glow surrounded her completely and her red eyes seemed to take on a glow as well. If one didn't know any better, they might thing she herself was a ghost. And that accusation had come up before. She made her way toward the train station, fully excited about what they might find. Plus it was rare she had company on her explorations. It would be fun to have Bluebelle and Braeburn along. Though as soon as she thought of the stallion she blushed, thinking bad to the awkward situation from earlier. Hopefully he didn't think she was odd for running off like she did. Wisp just didn't know how to react to those kinds of situations; especially when she felt like she was making a dumb mistake. As the train station came into view she could see the light from the lantern and she picked up her pace a little. Of course from anypony standing on the platform it would look strange. A glowing blue hue, red glowing eyes like headlights cutting through the darkness... something right out of ghost story. And that's just what started the whole set up in the first place. 'Oh I hope I'm not late and they've both been waiting on me.'

From an RP in the Appleloosa section. Braeburn offers Wisp some bits... she almost takes them from him with her mouth as well... then stops when she realizes what would happen.

Willow listened carefully as she got instructions to the inn. Having bid short good byes to Bluebelle for the time being, she was focused on getting a little rest. After all they were going out for an adventure and she needed to make sure she didn't doze off again. Luckily it didn't seem like it would be hard to find anything in the town since there was just the one main street. 'Oh, I think I can find it on my own,' she nodded. 'You sounded like you needed to get back to your trees anyway.' When he offered her the bits though, Wisp kind of paused. At first instinct she just about reached out to take them from him. But she paused as she leaned in, mouth somewhat a gape. The bits were in his mouth, if she took them with her mouth... The black Unicorns face clearly flushed pink as she leaned back after a moment. Even with magic it didn't always occur to her to use it first. This was just one of those situations. And she was sure that her action just made the whole thing awkward. 'Heh...' Wisp looked off to the side and coughed. 'Oh... uh no need to pay, Braeburn... you've helped plenty and all... and...' she needed a way out and quick; she could just feel her face burn as she mentally bucked herself for almost doing something stupid. 'I... I can just offer to wash the dishes or something! Yeah! No worries... hahah... See you tonight then!' And without another word, she turned and took off running down the street until she was turning the corner and out of sight.

MLP:FiM = My Little Psycho: Friendship is Manic Honestly Pinkie just up and snapped. Even her hair deflated. You know there's gonna be all sorts of crazy Pinkie art now... both funny and down right horrible.

Romance! Intrigue! The same character coming back from the dead or revealed to be an evil twin! Backstabbing! In short, completely ridiculous fun nonsense. Just because ponies don't have television doesn't mean we should deprive them of their "stories". This kind of thing would need to be in the crossover section, because it sounds a bit out there for the regular rp setting and rules.

'Well,' Fluttershy acted like she was thinking for a moment and then smiled. 'Maybe. Everypony has to start somewhere. There could have been a Wonderbolt just as small as you. And they could have had a little trouble learning to fly.' It made her happy that she could encourage the little foal. Starlight reminded her a bit of herself and perhaps that's why she felt such a draw in helping him. If only there was more she could offer, but she didn't know how well of a flying teacher she would be. And when she thought of Rainbow Dash, well she thought her friend may be just a bit much for Starlight. 'Oh I know, you could find out for yourself.' She nodded with a large smile on her face. 'I bet there is a book all about the Wonderbolts... and I'm sure it would have their stories in it. Maybe there is something in the town library.'

'Oh my, dreamlets sound so interesting. I know for sure Twilight would love to hear about those. She loves to study all sorts of things. And... well I've never heard of such before. I wonder if she has. If not well, I'm sure she'd love to ask you all about them.' Fluttershy paused as they reached the end of the woods and looked out toward Ponyville. 'Well, we don't have to go near the town if it makes you nervous. Since that house is on the outskirts as it is... we can just take the trail that walks around the outside,' she raised a hoof to point at the path. 'It might take a little longer to get there, but it's usually pretty empty. Most ponies cut right through the town because it's a shorter walk.' She smiled as she looked from the lay of the land back to Skye. 'Oh... well I hope there isn't anything unpleasant about me. Unless... well unless you count the...'stare'. It just kind of happens. But it helps with unruly critters.'

While Wisp was in her own little world, running over all sort of possibilities of what could cause a missing train, she hadn't noticed they'd reached Bluebelle's new home. Well that was until she nearly tumbled through the door because she stubbed her hoof on the door jam. Though she hoped her little slip up wasn't notice. 'Ah, this is a nice place. Kind of reminds me of a few of houses in my hometown. Pretty small place where I grew up. Couple farms, a few cottages like this... I bet it'll make a nice flower shop.' She smiled. 'I do hope you'll grow some Daffodils. Sure, they don't always smell the best, but they're hardy and those bright yellows and oranges... in a place like this... you could say you were making bouquets out of the desert sun.' Willow Wisp knew a little about plants, not much, but that was because of her mother and her aunt. That and a foalhood friend's family had a Daffodil farm, hence her fondness for them. Though most of her knowledge of them lied in what grew in what seasons because of the farms around her hometown. As Braeburn mentioned leaving she turned to him. 'Oh, well before you take off, can you point me to the local inn... if there is one? I really don't want to put Bluebelle out since she's just moving in. And then, well I guess we can part ways until tonight. How about meeting at the train station?' She smiled. 'Don't worry if you forget a lantern either, I've got that covered.' Though she didn't really explain what she meant by that, because clearly she didn't have anything packed.

this was an app an admin was going to look at, sorry, moving it back to approval.

This is just a little ficlet I decided to write. More or less I wanted to kind of think through some of Willow Wisp's inner thoughts. I usually don't share my writing because I really don't think of myself of much of a writer. But I did promise to share this when it was done. It's only 5 pages long... so it's not much but oh well. This isn't really based on anything. More or less it's just kind of what I made up in my head. Oh yeah feel free to make comments or what not. I wasn't expecting this to be a great work of writing, just some creative juice flowing exercise. 'Wisp gets a letter from an old friend and it makes her think about love.' ..... Spring It was one of those nights, just perfect for those who enjoyed being out in the lunar glow. The midnight sky was dotted with small twinkling stars and the moon was big and full. Only a few little wisps of clouds broke up the light as they drifted lightly in the breeze. These were the nights she loved and usually spent out exploring. However it was going to waste as the Unicorn spent her time staring at her desk instead. Willow Wisp was letting the night slip away. The moonlight filtered into the room through the cracked old glass befitting the windows of a 'haunted' house. It trailed in a thin beam along the old floor board, up the the legs of the desk before mixing with the candle light from the flickering lantern. That in turn was faded by her own natural glow, the pale blue ghostly hue that surrounded her in the dark. There on the desk is where it sat, a letter. The words on the paper seemed to be with held her attention so well over the rest of the world around her. 'My Darling Wisp, Guess who's going to Canterlot? Isn't it just fabulous?' She shook her head. It was a typical greeting from her friend back home. He was a strong, hard working Earth Pony. But when he started talking, it was like a whole another pony was inside him. He was expressive, somewhat eccentric, and clearly the excitable type. His Cutie Mark was a bit off considering his physique, a Daffodil. Perhaps it was one of the reasons they were friends, they we both a little odd in their own ways. 'The farm is going to be famous! I entered some of my best Daffodils in a flower competition and took first prize. You should have seen all the flowers, it was... STUNNING! Anyway, I guess the Princess heard about the winning blooms and I... to my surprise... have been asked to come to the palace. Princess Celestia wants to have some of my flowers planted in the royal garden... I could just... just DIE! But enough about me, how are you? Are you moved in yet? If you've just been working on your spooky book and haven't unpacked I will find out... and I will come make you. The first step to a wonderful life is a wonderful looking home. You know what time of year it is right? Spring! Ah, it's the best season. You know why don't you? Love is in the air. You see it everywhere. The birds in the sky, the small animals in the wilds... even ponies are pairing up. Ah, it's such a wonderful time. You have to have met some nice Stallions in Ponyville by now... right? Tell me all about them. There is no reason a cute little Unicorn like you should be single. You know I won't allow it. I hope you right back soon, Darling. This little town isn't the same without our resident spook. Stay Fabulous, Dandy Dill' She'd read the letter at least three, maybe four times at that point. Even in his writing her friend's personality came through. It brought a small smile to her face as she thought back to her hometown and the days she spent sitting under the lone apple tree on Dandy's family farm. A quill lifted in the faint glow of her magic, dipped into the ink well sitting on the desk corner and then hovered above a blank page. 'D, I am...' The quill halted after three words. Wisp was hung up on what to write. She could put how she was doing; that was she moved in and settled. And she could congratulate her friend on his win and success. Those were the easy parts of the letter, but she was stuck on the rest. Spring, love, and more so her relations; when it came right down to it, she was at a loss. Letting the quill land softly back on the desks top, she let out a sigh before moving away from the desk all together. The black Unicorn followed the trail of moonlight on the floor over to the window, where she pushed open one side so she could lean and the sill. Her red eyes searched the darkness as if the stars could write her letter for her; as if the answers were hanging in the constellations. It wasn't that she hadn't met anypony. There were at least two stallions she'd at least spoken with more than once. Perhaps it would be good enough to just put their names. But know her friend he'd want details. He wanted to know if she was putting herself out there rather than shying away. Sure she could blame most of that on her sleeping habits, but being a night pony only worked for so many excuses. Even a nocturnal type had to get up during the day now and then. Willow Wisp closed her eyes, her glasses sliding down on her snout a bit, and a sigh escaping her. Her mind drifted to the first stallion she'd met, Big Macintosh, a member of the Apple Family. It had been a bit of a long shot when she traveled out to the farm, considering what she was looking for. Her bat, Morty, was bugging her for his favorite fruit, and lemons had been hard to find in the market. It was a last ditch effort to see if they had any growing at Sweet Apple Acres. That's where they had crossed paths. He'd been coming out of the barn as she was walking up and upon seeing his Cutie Mark, she knew he was somepony that worked there. It took a little searching, but he managed to finally track down a couple of lemon trees on the south side of the huge apple orchard. Honestly she was a bit taken back by how much effort he put into looking for her and she was forever grateful. Morty was awfully cranky if he didn't get what he wanted to eat. And from that first bushel on, she returned to farm every week to get more. Those weekly visits sometimes included a lunch. More or less she just wanted to sit down and speak with the nice stallion that had helped her when she first got to town. Big Macintosh was the quiet type, but when he did speak she could tell he was a kindhearted pony. He even seemed somewhat interested in her studies. She'd even been given permission to snoop around the farm at night to see if she could kind any 'spooks' as he put it. The thoughts made her smile, but it quickly faded. What would somepony like him want with a Unicorn like her? Big Macintosh was a hard working, get his hooves dirty, pony of the land. He needed a mare who could help him with taking care of the farm. Somepony who was good with plants, or perhaps even animals to help in that aspect. She couldn't do that. She'd probably scare animals if she walked into a dimly lit barn, all aglow. There was no controlling that. And given her magic, if she planted even some simple flowers they'd probably bloom into gnarled vines and thorns; a plant fitting a spooky set rather than a garden. Opening her eyes she wiggled her nose until the golden frames re-centered themselves. The reflection of the moonlight caught her eyes and she looked over to the large white circle in the sky. The night breeze gently blew past, rustling her short, blue mane, blowing the bangs to the side a little. Wisp drew a deep breath; it sure was peaceful. The moonlight reminded her of the other stallion, surprisingly enough, also a member of the Apple Family. She'd met him when he'd come to visit his cousins in Ponyville. Braeburn was almost a complete opposite personality wise when compared to Big Macintosh. He was full of energy, ready to talk and rather expressive. She didn't mind that though, it was just funny to see the two of them together and their interactions. Braeburn lived in the desert, caring for his own apple orchard in Appleloosa. Applejack and her friends had actually gone to visit him first, to deliver a tree. According to what she heard, it had been quite the adventure. It was a few weeks later when the excitable stallion rolled into town. It was a surprise visit, and he just happened to pop up while she was picking up her weekly supply of lemons. The introduction was like a whirlwind and other than his name, Wisp honestly couldn't remember anything he said. She ran into him a couple times during his week long stay. Though the moment that stood out in her mind was when she surprised him one night out in the fields. He'd spotted a faint glow in the distance from the farm house and went to investigate. She'd been out just doing some of her studies and needless to say, left him rather shocked when he came upon the glowing Unicorn. Most of the night was spent talking about herself then. Braeburn wanted to know why she was glowing, what she was doing out at night, and the more she told him, the most interested he got. Apparently there weren't any ponies in Appleloosa that did that kind of thing. The evening before he headed back home, she got to hear of a local myth from his town. Those were the types of stories she loved the most, and the ones she always wanted to investigate. The way he told the story, the excitement he usually carried in his voice, it just drew her in. Someday she'd have to go out to the desert herself and see what she could find. Braeburn did say if she ever came that way he'd 'sure as hay' be a guild. Once again a smile cracked her lips only to fade away moments later. He was another stallion that wouldn't have interest in her. He was a wild and adventurous type. He needed somepony who could help him work his fields and tame the wild land. A pony who was strong and perhaps a little wild herself to reign in his energy. Willow Wisp couldn't even deal with heat all that well. The thought of the desert sun made her cringe; her black pelt would be nothing but a source of overheating. And even though she loved exploring the occult and supernatural, she didn't think of herself as wild. When it came right down to it, she probably couldn't even wrangle the dust bunnies under her bed. The breeze teased her mane again as she stepped back from the window, finally drawing it shut. She was searching her mind for any other stallions she may have met, but none really stood out. Then again even though she'd been in Ponyville for a few months now, she really didn't get out much. Most of her days she spent in bed, and her nights were spent wandering, even out in the forest. That's how she'd been since she was just a foal. Even in her filly years when the others were cooing over the 'cute' colts in class, her nose was in a book. Slowly she trotted back to her desk and floated the quill again. As she went over the words in her mind she reflected on her experiences with love, or more so the lack of them. Whenever she was forces to think of the topic it just reminded her that she'd never been of interest to anypony. At least, not that she knew of. She'd never gone out, never tried to vie for the attention, never spent a festival with anypony other than her family or maybe Dandy. Even he had been to a couple of those town events with a date and he had tried his darnedest to get her to be noticed so she'd have a date as well. Wisp just always avoid anything related to such. If another pony liked her, they should like her without her having to walk around in a fancy saddle. 'I am doing fine. Everything is unpacked and in place. Morty even has his favorite perches picked out all over the house. He feels very much at home with all the bats we found in the attic. They're not fruit bats like him, but they still seem to get along. I'm happy to hear your farm is doing well. It was always so pretty in the spring to see all the flowers bloom... even if Daffodils aren't the best smelling. Oh well, they're still one of my favorites. I hope you plant some of the yellow ones with the orange centers in the royal garden. Those are my favorite of all the varieties. I've met a few nice ponies here and there are still some afraid to even pass my house. Though I wouldn't change it. What good would a 'haunted' house be if it wasn't scary to some, right? It's a perfect fit for somepony like me. I hope you have fun in Canterlot. Maybe you'll find some interesting stories there you can share with me. Surely that city must have some great local legends and myths. Tell everypony hello for me. Hauntingly your's, Willow Wisp.' With the letter finally written, the quill landed back on it's place on the desk. She gave the ink a moment to dry as she prepared the envelope for mailing. Once the letter was sealed up, Wisp trotted out of her room, down the hall and then down the stairs of her home, eventually moving out front. The mailbox was hung on the rod iron fence surrounding the home; guarding it with pointed tips. Once the letter was tucked inside to be picked up in the morning, the Unicorn moved back inside and back up to her room. The house seemed oddly empty to her at that moment, causing a hint of loneliness to bubble up to the surface. The feeling lingered as she blew out the lantern on her desk, letting room fall into a darkness only broken by moonlight and her glow. It wouldn't be chased off, no matter what she tried to think of to clear her mind. Deciding to just go to bed for the night as she didn't feel up to going exploring, Willow Wisp moved over to her bed. Images of both Big Macintosh and Braeburn momentarily came to mind until she chased them away. Her brow furrowed as she used her magic to float her glasses off her nose and to the nightstand next to the bed. It was almost ironic, her 'haunted' house didn't have ghosts, unless she counted her Cutie Mark, but there she was being haunted by thoughts and feelings. As she tucked into the covers, Morty flew down from the beam he'd be hanging from. Bats usually slept during the day, and upside down from their perches, but he wiggled himself between her front legs so she could hold him close. He seemed to know when Willow wasn't happy and it bothered the bat to know his owner was in distress. All he could offer were soft screeches and cooing sounds as she tightened her hold on him, cuddling him close to her body. 'Love is in the air... Spring,...the best season.' She clinched her eyes shut tight as parts of her friend's letter came to mind. He was right, she'd seen it all around; be it birds, or other animals, even ponies in town. It was that time of year; the time of year she did her best to keep to herself. That's why she struggled so much with her letter until she just purposely 'forgot' to talk about the stallions she knew. It was nopony's fault but her own. She avoided it because she just didn't know who would find interest in her. Wisp could hear the concerned chatter from her pet as she held her eyes closed, trying desperately to chase off the images and thoughts that were plaguing her now. The lonely feeling that had welled up having completely taken over at that point as she tried to force herself to sleep. Her eyes fluttered open again for just a moment before she let them close in a more relaxed state, another soft longing sigh exhaled into the night. Morty feel silent then, just curled up against her. There wasn't a sound. 'I hate spring.'

This trip, even though unplanned, wasn't shaping up to be bad at all. Sure she was worried about her cousin, but she had a feeling he'd be okay. Grim was smart. He'd find somepony to stay with and he had Morty and Scribe with him. When Braeburn agreed to be her night time desert guide, a smiled spread on her face. This was the kind of thing that got her excited. Especially when it was tracking down information on local myths she'd never heard of. Wisp couldn't contain it, and a little side of her nopony usually saw was on display. 'Really?' She gave a happy little whinny as she reared up and then bucked. 'Wonderful! Oh this will be great! And I won't have to worry about overheating any at night.' The Unicorn let out another excited sound at the thought. The story really did have everything a ghost hunter looked for. 'I can't wait! I hope we see something. Even if it's just a desert creature.' She was already plotting it out in her mind. 'Hmmm, what kind of creatures are there now that I think of it? Let's see, I know I've heard of a couple, but there isn't much in dept. This area I think is still widely unstudied. OH! Maybe we'll find something new!' She flashed her smile to Bluebelle. 'And of course you can come! I love showing others this kind of thing. You'd be amazed how little most know about the supernatural and the occult.' That said she looked back to Braeburn, that smile still plastered on her face. 'Oh and it'll be great to have a local guide! You're so nice, Braeburn.'

Grim was just lost in all that had taken place, he honestly could picture his eyes spinning around in confusion. First the issues in the classroom, then the stranger on the roof, then being sent outside, only to see Champ run off not long after. What was going on? He was starting to think he should have stayed home that day. At least he'd met a couple friendly foals, and got to help Sweetie Belle, even if that meant he was now on Champ's list. When they were called back inside he sighed and got up to return to class. For a moment he paused, seeing the newest member of the class go off in another direction. He wanted to ask Sunrise where she was going but didn't really get the chance. Grim could follow her, but then he'd be skipping class as well, and he didn't want to do that. Especially if he already had a warning. So taking a deep breath and letting out another sigh, he just moved back into the school house and took his seat. He looked to his saddle bag, still in place since he never took it off. Scribe was tucked away in one side of it, and Grim kind of wanted to take him out. However he hadn't been able to ask about having his writing assistant in class yet, so he just let it go. With all that had happened, surely Ms. Cheerilee didn't want to think about a spider at the moment. 'This has been such a busy morning... and we didn't even learn anything,' he mumbled to himself.

Wisp had just been about to leave when the door to the shop opened again. She'd stopped in her tracks and just stared for a moment. Now and then she'd seen the pop star around, but since she wasn't one of those that really followed the media, she hadn't thought much of it. Famous or not, Neon was still just another pony. However she was a bit taken back that Neon remembered her name. They'd mentioned introductions briefly in the past but nevertheless for somepony that saw so many others, to remember a simple name was impressive. 'Uh, yeah, Willow Wisp, that's me,' she smiled trying to hide the slight surprise. 'And this... well no, I don't really have anything planned. But I couldn't pass it up. I mean, it's not everyday you find an outfit that fits the kind of stuff I like, such as the bats. Perhaps I'll get lucky at some point and have a nice event to go to.' As it was requested to keep her appearance quiet, Wisp just nodded, 'and I won't say a word. I bet it can be tiring to have ponies following all the time, trying to get pictures and all.'