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The mare all but beamed at his positive reaction. That subtlety had gone better than she would've thought. She hid her grin behind a hoof, clearing her throat. "Hm? Oh, yes! All the food here is pretty good. I might have the carrot pierogis, myself -- pardon me, Gavril?" The griffin glanced up and padded over. "Yes, Mees Persneeketii?" "Could we get a plate of carrot pierogis? And whatever he would like, of course," she said, tilting her head towards Newsworthy.

Dancey pony likes to do the Charleston.

Persnickety waggled a hoof in dismissal. As nice as compliments were, she was pretty humble when it came to her talents. "Hmhmhm! Yes. You've put it succinctly. Perhaps sometime, if you're ever in Stalliongrad again after this, we could compare notes and brainstorm together. I'd love to hear some of your ideas for stories."

The unicorn set about putting a small kettle on the stove that took residence in a far corner of the cottage. She glanced back once, simply smiling at the small filly who had appeared from behind Draco's cloak. "Not a fortune teller, no. My name is Clairvoyance. Just an old mare, living out the rest of her life in these woods. And I'm fresh out of cookies, I'm afraid." She pulled up the pair of chairs from a small table, nudging them over near the bed. "Please, sit yourselves down and get comfortable. My home is a safe haven, I assure you." If somepony had an eye for detail, they may notice the runes carved into the back of the front door. "What is it that brings the lot of you out to these woods, if I may ask? I do not usually have such company."

"What s--...oh!" The mare smiled, cheeks coloring. "Eheh, it wasn't my own work, but it was the only song that came to mind in such a situation. I'm glad you like it, though." She nodded, "I know. You're right. I suppose the right inspiration for one just hasn't hit me, yet..." She took a small draught of her cider. "Being too picky to finish anything and be satisfied with it is a terrible habit."

"What I'd like to know," Persnickety said to the blue pegasus, "is why in Equestria you dive-bombed my apartment in the first place. Don't tell me you're a foreigner trying to fly in the cold weather." It was the only reason she could think that anyone would go about falling from the sky in such a fashion. "As for helping, you can help by telling me what sort of tea you like. You're in no condition to help clean." Well alrighty then, Mama Persnickety. She glanced over to Quantum, wincing at the smears of blood on his nice, white coat. "I may have some bleach somewhere, if just washing it doesn't do the trick. Can't say I'm an old hoof at cleaning blood off of things, but..." She trotted over to the kitchen once more, opening a small closet to rummage through. Producing a broom, dustpan and a small bottle of half-empty bleach. She looked up as Silent approached, shaking her head, "No, it's fine. Just one of those days, it seems." She paused. The pegasus always tried to be an introvert, but that thrice-accursed empathy she kept made it difficult. "...Perhaps the lot of you should tell me what you'd like for tea, hm?"

"It depends," she said, "If I'm commissioned, usually it's just short plays for schools - the pirate script I'm currently working on is actually for the nearby elementary school. I really like working on musicals..." She trailed off, ears flattening. "I've never completed one, though. Talent for music composition isn't too fantastic."

Opened a new ask blog on tumblr for that gal. And answered her first question. :B (Click the photo for the rest!)

The pegasus tilted her head, expression brightening, "Daring Do? I haven't heard that name in a long time - I started reading the books when I was a filly!" She adjusted her glasses and glanced down at the papers, reading them silently, taking a moment or two to sneak a small sip of cider. She smiled once or twice as her eyes darted from margin to margin - an expression of pure nostalgia. When she looked back up at him, it was with an even broader grin. "That's really quite awesome, I have to say. If I didn't know any better, I'd say it reads like a part of the actual series! Daring Do was always one of my favorites, growing up. I also liked Sherlock Hooves, when I was in the mood for some mystery."

"I haven't had much time to write yet, but I've had a load of ideas I've been scribbling down. I'll have to rewrite some parts, but I think I've got the ending for it." She crossed her hooves on the bar top, "It's always a good feeling when you finish something, or write a great deal." She was inwardly surprised at how smoothly the whole date had been going, thus far. She was always so awkward at making friends, but for whatever reason, it was easy to talk to Newsworthy. "What sort of story would you write, do you think? What types do you like?"

My style tends to fluctuate a lot. From what I can see, anyway. xD;; Ah, well. Here's another. I was mucking about with some doodles and attempted to revamp an old character of mine's mane. :U I like the flippy bangs.

Persnickety couldn't help but grin at his enthusiasm. It was cute. "I think I'm just far more used to musicals and classical. I did enjoy it, though! I believe I'm just not used to concerts," she said, "But, it is admirable, watching another artist at work on stage, listening to the fruits of their labor. It's inspiring, in a way."

"Two mugs aff cider, coming right up," Gavril replied. He set about filling two tall mugs from one of the many barrels that lined the walls. Then he set them in front of the two pegasi. Persnickety thanked him, and before the griffin could even give a you're-welcome, the small group at the other end of the bar were beckoning him over. "People say that he once drop-kicked a hydra," the mare said in passing, crinkling her nose in amusement before sipping on her cider. It was good. Just the thing to warm one's bones after a small jaunt in the cold. She let out a small sigh of refreshment, then waggled her hoof at Newsworthy, "But, you! I might finally get the chance to talk with you again without the threat of discorded tricksters and mosh pits! Speaking of which, what did you think of the concert?"

For all the chilliness of the night, it certainly was beautiful - clear, starry and surprisingly active, although that part of the city always seemed to be busy at all hours. A small walk lead them to a small establishment, its humble glow from within nestled between the towering buildings. A sign hung above the doorway, labeled in a native cyrillic. Upon entering, the lively hum of chatter filled the warm air. Patrons looked to be from all walks of life, sharing drink and food and story and company. A graying griffin behind the bar looked up, smiling at the pair of newcomers. "Zdravstvujte! Velcome to the Hoof and Talon!" He squinted. "I at least know half of you. How are you, Mees Peersnicketii?" The pegasus took a seat in the more vacant corner, patting the wooden-backed stool next to her as an invitation to her date, "I'm doing well, thank you! What of yourself, Gavril?" "Busy as ever! You heff brought new friend this time though, eh?" He leaned an elbow on the counter, grinning at Newsworthy with a somewhat knowing glint in his eye. "You heff got a name, pegasus?"

"Eheh...what?" Persnickety gently flopped an ear with her hoof, grinning. Entertaining and fun though it had been, her hearing had gone all crazy from the concert's powerful volume - plays, she was used to. Rock, she was not. "A place to go to from here? Let's see..." The pegasus glanced around the hustle and bustle outside of the concert hall to gain her bearings, examining rooftops. "I think there is a small tavern not too far from here. Traditional to the northern culture, but it's cozy. We could get a drink and a bite to eat...?" She tilted her head to glance at Newsworthy. Between the excitement of the previous day and the rowdiness of Sydphony's concert, she figured the both of them could use a small break of downtime to just talk and get better acquainted.

Ouu, I really like your style! It's very angular compared to the show's, but I think it gives your pictures character. I also like how they're a bit taller than regular MLP style, too.

"Whether you speak of your problems or not is solely your choice. I am merely inviting you to sit and have some tea. The forest is not an easy thing to trek." She smiled and turned, stepping back to the small cottage she called her home. She could tell right away that her dear daughter was tense from all of the visitors, and she gently gave the filly a reassuring nuzzle to the top of her head. "If you please, dear heart."

Persnickety winced. Her window and piano were ruined, the culprit was bleeding everywhere while one concerned individual tended to him and the other now holed himself up in her bathroom to toss his cookies. She wished to find a stone wall upon which to clonk her head several times over. Instead she just dealt with the matter at hand, nudging the pot of water closer to Quantum and Cloud. She could gripe 'til the cows came home when health measures had been sorted out.

I'll probably get so much slack for it, but... Trixie. I don't HATE her, but she's really not my favorite. The episode was just sort've eh to me.

OhmanyougotWickedsignedbyGregoryMaguireI'msojellyyyyy. Lesson Zero would definitely be on that list, or Party of One if we're going the "these ponies are off their rockers" route. Winter Wrap-Up would be on the must-watch list too, as that's sort've the one that really got me watching the rest of the series. Possibly The Show Stoppers, just because CMC is made of cute and win.

I haven't gotten an e-book reader yet, really. I don't know if I'm too interested. It'd probably be nice if I traveled more, but I still like good old books. They don't need to be recharged, and I love old book smell. I always sort've headcanonned that Twilight runs the library in exchange for living there, or something like that.

Clairvoyance pursed her mouth into a small frown, looking between them, then to the Knight and her ghostly daughter near the stoop. "Clearly, the both of you are quite shaken. You are welcome to come inside and sit for a spell. I could brew some tea for the lot of us..." She wasn't sure if there was enough space for it to be comfortable in her little shack, but she didn't really like to see so many ponies stressed in or around the forest. It attracted more negative energy than she'd like.

I believe, Mister Taco, that the answer is blowing in the wind. As for where to get the book, Cath, try checking a library. :3 I'm pretty sure it's popular enough that most libraries would carry it. Otherwise, Amazon's a good choice if you don't mind just buying it outright.

Ohh. That's a toughie. I'm gonna need one week to think about it. *Shot.*

I figured it couldn't hurt to show that there were multiple answers to the question.