TheInvisiblePony

Hugo was excited And maybe even that may be a bit of an understatement. Ever since coming to Equestria he'd worked as a strong-griffon, doing various heavy lifting related things, and he had to admit it could be a little dull from time to time. But this - this 'Wind Shear Passage - was going to be a different beast entirely. This was not just a show of strength, but a test of honor. Ever since he heard of the passage, he took it as a personal challenge, and Hugo always went out of his way for those. In this case, going out of his way meant waking up earlier than he normally would, but that wasn't much of a problem. He was just happy to have made it onto one of the few groups attempting to make the journey. As he flew what he assumed to be the final part of his preliminary journey to the peak, he heard something of this 'Nocturna' being handed the supervisor role, which he figured probably suited her. Curiously, he also heard a different pegasus altogether singing of all things. As he approached the group he mentally pined over not knowing the song; otherwise he would have joined in the revelry. Instead, as he gave a last few flaps as he landed, he gave out a hearty laugh. "Good to know I'm not the only excited one." He looked down into the canyon before continuing "This should make quite the story." He smiled broadly with his beak, and stood with the proud stance that only a griffon could manage. Looking around, he reasoned there would be at least a small amount of waiting, if only to let the others arrive and such. He only had one slight fear, and even then it wasn't really a fear. Looking at the two pegasi before him, Hugo wondered if he could manage to be as fast. Certainly he could endure the flight, but from his experience most pegasi tended to be faster than him. Of course, speed probably wouldn't be the focus of this flight, so he reassured himself with that. Dangerous flight or no, he was determined to make it through.

Welcome welcome welcome, a fine welcome to you! Welcome welcome welcome, I say how do you do? Welcome welcome welcome, a hip, hip, hip, hooray! Welcome welcome welcome to Canterlot todaaaaaay!

Do you know the muffin man?

Put it out. WITH THE SHEER POWER OF MY MIND (By which I mean smothering the flames with a blanket or something). Oh, and I'd probably read a little of it.

Fantasy, in her mirth, neglected to pay a terrible amount of attention towards Darkness, which would very quickly become something she regarded as a mistake. As she looked to her side, she felt a large downpour of solid water dumping on her head, altogether throughout soaking both her coat and her mane, even more so given that, besides the few splashes she received earlier, they weren't actually that wet. Despite this, she was not terribly shocked by the sudden pouring. Rather, as the water quickly slid down back into the pond, her mouth formed into a slightly crooked grin, giving a knowing look and implying a sly plan. The truth was much less elegant. Figuring that having water pretty much placed on her was the current extent of the splash war, her natural adventurer (as she would later justify it) desired to explore the boundaries. Essentially, she just figured escalation of water warfare was necessary. Regretfully, she lacked wings or unicorn magic, so the obvious revenge was out of the picture. With the grin still on her face, she allowed herself to slowly submerge beneath the water, not unlike an airship descending beneath the cloud line. Upon going completely underwater, she made a quick dart forward and made a quick grab for one of Darkness's hooves, and made another quick motion downwards, hoping to completely dunk him in the water for a brief. Nothing sinister, as she immediately let go after this, just a brief, one-second forced immersion would do.

No, you see, my neighbors were that couple I mentioned, and I doubt their current state of life. Or, you know, their too quite to spend it on anything fun. I'd really hate for such thing as a million dollars to go to waste...

[colour=#FFFFFF]I don't know how you feel about it, but you were male in your last earthly incarnation.You were born somewhere in the territory of modern Germany around the year 1575. Your profession was that of a jeweler or watch-maker.[/colour][colour=#FFFFFF]Your brief psychological profile in your past life:[/colour] [colour=silver]Inquisitive, inventive, you liked to get to the very bottom of things and to rummage in books. Talent for drama, natural born actor.[/colour] [colour=#FFFFFF]The lesson that your last past life brought to your present incarnation:[/colour] [colour=#c0c0c0]There is an invisible connection between the material and the spiritual world. Your lesson is to search, find and use this magical bridge. Well. This is... surprisingly accurate. I've always fancied myself a watchmaker, I do have some German in me, and I'm currently in the production for a play right now. Oh, and the lesson is something I've given some thought in the past. As in, seriously tried to figure out. To the point where this program now scares me.[/colour] [colour=#FFFFFF]Do you remember now?[/colour] Well. This is... surprisingly accurate. I've always fancied myself a watchmaker, I do have some German in me, and I'm currently in the production for a play right now. Oh, and the lesson is something I've given some thought in the past. As in, seriously tried to figure out. To the point where this program now scares me. Or maybe subconsciously I just want this to be true so I make up memories to have it happen. You know us humans and our tendencies to find non-existent patterns...

I can certainly see where your coming from. I seem to be in the midst of a slow descent of sequentially lack-luster whatever-the-plural-of-Christmas-is mayself. Or, who knows, maybe it is an on again off again thing. Too soon to say, really. All I know is that this year, the family and I more or less waited last minute on quite a few things to the point of decorating the tree at about 8:00 pm on Christmas eve. Hopefully, things get merrier before they get humbuggier. And yes, I'm making humbuggier a word now. Just to describe this extant event.

Enos gave a proud grin upon seeing Sapphire's reaction to his magic, after all, those moments were what he had planned on expecting when he started working on his magic. After all, he wanted to be known for his talent (who didn't?) and this meeting certainly looked to be promising. Besides, he certainly needed the practice, and actually preforming his spells was pretty much excellent for that. Being the rather oblivious pony he was, he hardly noticed Sapphire's nervous shuffle in between his speeches, but he did sense that she was excited. At this point in the conversation, he hardly thought much of it, reasoning that she was just the type of pony to excited most of the time. Or at the very least passionate. Speaking of which, he happened to not get off on a mental tangent just long enough to listen to her reply. Enos smiled at that one. He remembered working for a baker once in one of his multiple odd jobs over the years. He seemed to recall the fellow saying something very much along the same lines, except about baking (logically). He had tried it out, but he tried not to think about the day or two directly after words. Baking was not his forte. Although, he did wonder how well he'd be at singing. It wasn't that terribly different from what he did, and in fact in might very well help him out. Raising his head, he answered [colour=#696969]"I may very well have to take that offer seriously, you know. Certainly something to consider."[/colour] Of course, in between his words, thoughts, and repressed thoughts, he hardly noticed he followed Sapphire straight to a baker's stall, of all things. Mentally taking note of the irony, he looked at her as she offered to treat him to some food. Nodding a brief thanks, Enos turned his gaze to the stall. He looked at the goods for a good few seconds before deciding on a loaf of bread and some butter. Simplicity in food was something he had come to enjoy in food from time to time, so he motioned to it. [colour=#696969]"Yes, if you'd be so kind, I'd very much like some of this." [/colour] Smiling both politely and happily, he reasoned that letting Sapphire pay would be both more polite than offering to pay himself. He got the feeling she might be offended slightly otherwise.

Fantasy winced from surprise as she caught the brunt of Darkness' retaliation splash, chuckling as she wiped a little water from her eye. Quickly getting the nuances of what she had started, she blinked a few times and spoke in a light-hearted . [colour=#800080]"So its on, is it? Very well, I'd hate to disappoint!"[/colour] She continued chuckling as splashed back. After a quick-hoofed response, Fantasy looked around the circular pond in an attempt to make a quick movement, but she was unable to think of a next move. Mainly because she was laughing a bit to hard too think tactically, really.

Fantasy watched intently as the pegasus stepped into the water. As he smiled, she gave an inwards sigh of relief that it was not apparently that cold. As she needed no convincing beyond that, it was a few seconds before she dipped into the water, although hers was less of a headstrong dive and more happy trot into the water. Perhaps not that terribly exciting to look at, but that was not her chief concern. First thing she noticed - the water was actually surprisingly warm. Not that warm, more like a few degrees above an average temperature, but definitely warm compared to what she had expected. [colour=#800080]"And this place just keeps getting better and better, doesn't it?"[/colour] She said, half jokingly, half serious. Swimming over towards his area, she stopped upon getting close. It was at this point when she realized that they were currently in a body of water, and so with the resources at hand, she playfully splashed him.

Fantasy smiled as well, chuckling at his joke, before considering the offer to the pool. [colour=#800080]"Well, I'm certainly no stranger to water, what the hay?"[/colour] She instinctively went up too take off her hat, only to realize it had already fallen off, presumably a while ago. 'Well, at least it won't get wet' she privately mused, before walking towards the pool. Although one could hardly call Tropes a cautious mare, she was a bit hesitant to try out the water, given the night. Although she loved the night skies and everything, one of the few cons was how cold bodies of water got. Figuring Darkness, as the resident expert, would know of something like water temperature, she called out [colour=#800080]"Well, you found the place, after you dear sir."[/colour] She took a sidestep as if mimicking holding open a door and held out a polite hoof

So, I thought I'd jump on the blog-wagon, and create my very own little space. Don't expect very much from this, as the title of the blog says, I'll probably just pick a topic and discuss my opinions on it as I see fit. My own hope is that I can stick with this and make it a thing, unlike my brief art gallery in which I drew a picture and never touched the thing again. Knowing myself, I probably won't, but a blog is (optimistically) something I can maintain. After all, It's just like posting in a forum, isn't it? So, I figure that the best place to start something is the beginning, because even jumping into the middle of something is technically the beginning for that person. First time for everything and that jazz. Oh, and let's not forget the emphasis society in general puts on first impressions, and I must say, can't blame 'em. I certainly try, and I know a good amount of people try, but it is really difficult not to judge a book by its cover. Regardless, I've got a blog now! [colour=#DDA0DD]yay![/colour]

Why, I'd take a hair dryer and dry out the goop, then remove the now non-sticky nor wet goop from the paper. Or, if that's not an option, I'd claim my prize and immediately go buy some hand sanitizer.

Hmm... I'd say I'm loving this. *Strokes very gentlemanly stubble* Yes, quite so. If I might be so bold, I would wish to provide an alternative jazz theme - http://www.listenonrepeat.com/watch/?v=IJpeVvOerdQ

[colour=#800080]"Oh, well, let's see..."[/colour] Fantasy put a hoof to her chin in thought, before continuing.[colour=#800080] "I've had plenty of exciting adventures, but my most exciting? That, my dear Mr. Eclipsed, is a tough question."[/colour] She gave the question some deep thought, and mused all of the different ruins she's ventured into. [colour=#800080]"I guess you could this very much depends on the definition of exciting. If you mean adrenaline-filled, there's this wonderful little ancient pegasi training canyon that is a doozy navigating by hoof. If you mean awe-inspiring, I know of small tower on a hill with a wonderful view of the Everfree. But, the one place I've yet to find a match of would have to be... oh, let's see"[/colour] She paused once more, letting the answer dance across the tip of the tongue, before it finally came to her. [colour=#800080]"Oh, I've got it! There's this wonderful little shrine, not far from here, actually. Not much to look at by itself, but its quite the maze. I believe somepony built it for a 'Mare on the Moon'; curious little place, really."[/colour] She flashed a sly little smile towards Darkness, figuring that it was the most exciting adventure she's been on, given that it has been different from every one in the past.

Silver raised an eyebrow at the shopkeeper's - presumable a Hope Locket - reply to her apparently unique eyebrow. She didn't comment on it, just as she just found it amusing she had stumbled upon the first of something. Taking the invitation to step inside, Silver nodded politely and did exactly that. From there, she made a quick look around some of the nearer stands and species of jewelry, and while she could tell they were well crafted, she had little to no expertise in the field of jewelry. That is too say, she didn't know what would look nice on her or not, but she figured some sort of idea would come to her eventually. As she stared at another piece mentally she went off on a tangent, trying to imagine what it would be like making jewelry. Probably difficult, although it was fairly exempt from change once it was finished, unlike the clouds she sculpted with; those were liable to drift apart at a moments notice. Wistfully, she spoke up. [colour=#696969]"It certainly must be nice working with something that's so stable. I imagine this right here" [/colour]she gestured towards the particular adornment she was staring at [colour=#696969]"Must last quite a while if well looked after. Nothing at all like working with clouds." [/colour]She continued browsing, quickly moving past her day-dream like comment, not really explaining much beyond what she had already said.

[colour=#800080]"You saw this mare in the Everfree? Curious... I wonder who it could have been... Ah well, I'm sure it won't matter much."[/colour] She smiled, before dwelling back to Darkness' tales. At first thought, she wasn't sure to make of it, but the appeal to such a happy-go-lucky romp around the forest did grow on her the longer she dwelled on the idea.[colour=#800080] "I must say, I envy your adventures here just a little. I mean to say, simply lounging about the trees, and this clearing in particular, is quite an admirable endeavor."[/colour] She pictured herself in those scenarios, but she couldn't imagine herself staying put long enough to enjoy anything for more than a few days. It just wasn't for her, but that didn't mean she couldn't understand why it would be for one. She related much more to the quests Darkness alluded to having in the Everfree, partly because she's had a few of her own there.

May I assume you mean besides the evil pudding mold? If so, I believe this nice newlywed couple moved in a few days ago. Haven't seen them since the initial greeting, so I'm led to believe they were consumed. Or just really quiet.