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Martini began to busy herself behind the bar, glasses and bottles moving themselves about, organizing themselves for quicker access in the day ahead as they glowed with her unicorn magic. She was nervous, would be nervous for a while, but she could show how serious about her job she was. In her focus on her job, she didn't notice Dio at the top of the stairs, not until the large crimson Pegasus tumbled down them in a rather comical fashion. Martini squeaked in shock and worry, putting her forehooves over her mouth, and she was about to leap over the bar counter when he suddenly smiled and said good morning to her as if nothing untoward had happened. "Uh ... umm ... Good Morning to you too, Dio, umm, you're ok right?" she said with a slightly giggly grin. Martini was about to step out from behind the bar to give the handsome Pegasus as hoof when Sterling came out with the batch of muffins that were already smelling so good. Martini sheepishly moved back behind the counter - she didn't know Sterling very well yet, and though the mare seemed like a nice pony, she wasn't yet sure what kind of boss she was. She didn't know what would get her reprimanded - or worse, fired - and she had a long history of bad jobs behind her to make her nervous. Martini's concerns, though, proved to be unfounded as it turned out - Sterling was extremely understanding about the whole situation. "Oh thank you, thank you, Ms. Sterling", she said with maybe a little bit too much enthusiasm. She was even about to shake Sterling's hoof unilaterally when she heard her boss ask her about a morning after drink for poor Dio. "Oh! Yes, absolutely! Let me make that right now!" Martini looked to Dio and winked, "So, would you want something that'll wake you up, or a bit of hair of the dog?" As she let him ponder that question, she turned to the brown earth pony, "And what would you like this fine morning?" She smiled cheerfully, feeling anew like she had a new lease on life.

I would have never guessed that from your avatar.

With those two and how we ben playing them, could be just about anything, from fillies to carrying bales of hay to an eating contest. Now I think somehow some bet or contest has to be worked into the RP to accommodate this image.

ow Carrot was in trouble - the pretty brown earth filly agreed to buying some wild carrots, and before he could say anymore she trotted off happily expecting him to somehow product a dozen fully mature ones ... and did she say by tomorrow? "Stoatin, jus' Stoatin. Way tae go, ye divit. Talkin' yerself intae promises somethin' riddy just tae impress another random filly, hopin' she'd shine tae ye." He mumbled to himself as he shook his head - heck, he'd kick himself in the tail, if he could. Momentarily alone, with the rush of customers gone, he pondered his situation. He could just do nothing and just say tomorrow that he couldn't find any, but he knew the guilt of taking the easy way out would never let him take that choice. Besides, his new business didn't need the negative publicity, and he didn't want the local fillies thinking he wasn't reliable! "Oi know Oi kin fin' some. There's got tae be some in th' feilds by th' farms, or o'er by th' Everfree!" he mused, "e'en if it takes th' whole night, Oi'm sure tae find some." Carrot's train of thought was broken when Granola's monstrous Flytrap "pet" popped out of the cart. Even though it was several yards away, he still jumped when it's massive, bulbous head sprung up for Granola. Well, knock me over wie a feather, Oi've well seen it all, he thought to himself. It had certainly been an eventful first mooring, selling at the marketplace. "Oi won'er if the rest o' th' day'll be like this," he pondered, smiling wistfully.

Sunrise awoke late that morning. She had just arrived in Ponyville very late the night before - the train had thrown a wheel, and the engineer ponies had taken hours to fit it back on. Quite a start to the new chapter in her life - what her mom said was so she could 'finally receive a steady education and learn more responsibility in a stable environment' Of course, the first thing she did was over sleep! Now she was late for her first day, not the best start for her. As she slung her school saddlebags over her withers, she briefly looked over at a picture of her mom, Martini Twist, that sat on the nightstand. A twinge of sadness and loneliness shot through the little foal - she already missed her mother terribly. Mom said it was for the best, though - as much as she wanted to spend as much time as possible with Sunrise, she just couldn't find work anywhere better. Sunrise could visit during her time off, which was just about every weekend. The separation wasn't meant to be permanent, at least Sunrise hoped it would work out that way! If there was one thing she knew for certain in her young life, it was that plans rarely seemed to work out. "Good morning Ma'am!" she quickly chirped as she ran by Tea Cozy and out the door. She didn't have a real chance to know her benefactor yet, who was allowing Sunrise to stay at her place - but she seemed like a very nice Pegasus. Oh well, there was plenty of time for that later. Right now the little unicorn had to get to school! The morning's pattern followed even after she'd left, when she found herself misremembering the brief tour that Miss Cozy had given her last night on the way here from the station, and got herself lost on the way to school. Luckily, the town was full of nice ponies who were willing to help, and she soon found herself back on track - though very, very, ridiculously very late now. Sunrise breathed a sigh of relief as she finally spotted the small bell tower up top the school house and broke into a trot to get there all the faster, as tired as her little legs were. her stomach rumbled - it was nearly lunch time already, and now she was both hungry and worried. Had anypony ever been as late to school as she was? As she approached she noticed several foals milling about outside. It must be, like, recess..or lunch, or maybe both? Amongst the foals was the full-grown purplish earth pony. that must totally be the teacher! Everyone was staring up at the bell tower of the school, and it didn't take long to see why - there was a white foal, or what she thinks is white form the little she could see, standing up on the roof ... wearing a cloak. Sunrise's gallop slowed considerably when she watched the spectacle. She wasn't sure what to think, other than that must be one strange foal. She approached some of the others who had gathered together to talk about what was happening, "Umm ... hello, like, umm, what's going on?"

Braeburn looked himself over quickly - he wasn't gored by the unicorn horn, and being tackled into the dust wasn't anything a young farmer colt of the Apple family couldn't easily brush off. As soon as he recovered though, Willow started to sound off in a rather hurried panic, even grabbing him and shaking him. "Willow -" he tried to say, but her panicked babbling cut him off. "Will-" he tried again, but she just kept talking. "Wi-" he tried a third time, his head bobbling back and forth like it was on a spring. He was starting to feel a bit dizzy. "WILLOWWISP!" he finally cried loudly, just as she stopped, suddenly realizing the scene she was causing. Braeburn picked up his trusty hat and placed it back on his head, giving himself a moment to take it all in. "Well, lil' filly, th' train doesn't come to AAAAAAAppleoosa more'n once or twice a week... Th' conductor ponies won't be takin' off till tomorrow, any which way, no how. They need a good night's sleep, an' besides, they won't likely pull th' train through th' pass at night, not with the pass bein' haunted an' all. Y'all will have t'find someplace t'sleep." Looking about at the scattered luggage, Braeburn chuckled, shook his head, then picked it up with his teeth and swung it onto his back, "Don't worry, Miss Willow, we'll fix y'all right up!"

Trixie was really starting to enjoy herself - all her research was finally paying off. She got to show off her extensive knowledge for the first time, and small, whimsical dreams flitted through her mind of being some great instructor in the ways of magic. A whole "class" of young students who had come far and wide to hear the wisdom of the GREAT AND POWERFUL TRIXIE. Hmm, I wondered if I really could make some good bits doing that?, she pondered. Of course, first came the mission of retrieving her books, and even before she could think more on that - the pink feathered Griffin had even more questions on the arcane nature of the magical arts. Trixie started to get a little more theatrical about her answers, looking upwards and speaking with a louder voice of confidence, "To answer your question, dear student of Trixie, different effects are caused by shaping the aetheric field in different ways. The pattern of the channel causes the energy to change - one channel might turn the energy into fire, another might change it into sunlight. The channel is shaped by the mind, so different minds are more suited towards different channels. The only real limit is on the imagination, on the understanding, and on motivation." She was quite proud of that answer, and feeling a little better as they were finally walking away from the creepy forest into the open common of short grass that surrounded Ponyville. "Now in response to your other fine inquiry on the intricacies of the fine and beautiful skill of magic - it takes practice to generate a new effect, so the main thing that holds most ponies back is motivation. Theoretically, any unicorn could learn any spell, if they were to practice enough. Just like any pony could learn how to paint, or how to play an instrument. What limits unicorns from being multi-talented is desire, motivation, and perhaps just a little bit of pure, raw talent, the sort possessed by the GREAT and POWERFUL TRIXIE!", she smiled rather haughtily, waving her forehoof into the air as if she just finished putting on a show. Trixie looked about and noticed the town was clearly in view, "and here we are! Trixie has once again successfully rescued a lost griffin from the despairs of wandering hopelessly lost through the wilderness!" She gestured to the town, despite it's obviousness, her entire attitude suggesting that no other could have performed the simple task with the same quality that she brought to the role. She didn't even think about it as she automatically positioned herself to the best advantage, lit by a ray of soft, first light from the morning dawn finding a way through the thick canopy of the Everfree Forest.

Those struts are just awful, reminds me of those "Bratz" dolls that were popular for a while (and sadly my niece were into). The little Fluttershy and Rarity image is absolutely adorable. And, dawww on the "love child" and good luck to mom and dad. ^_^

[ Pony Related Character ] Name: Sunrise Beach Gender: Female Age: Foal (around the same age as the CMC) Species: Unicorn pony Pelt Color: Turquoise (Hex: #24dbb6) Mane/Tail Color & Style: Light Goldenrod (Hex: #f8d85c), Light pale yellow (Hex: #fdf5b5), pink (Hex: #f88f9a) Eye Color: Royal Blue (Hex: #3579de) Cutie Mark: A beach ball Physique: Athletic and lean, otherwise typical foal like. Residence: Currently she spends most of her time at the home of her mother's friend, Tea Cozy, in ponyville. On the weekends and during the summer, she stays with her mother, Martini Paradise, in Roughrider Ridge. Occupation: School student, assistant at Tea Cozy's nursery Motivation: To make her mother proud, and somehow make good bits in a pony sports activity someday so she can make sure her and her mother are never poor again. Likes: Exploring on her own, Hoof ball, roller derby, running, the beach, bugs and other creepy crawlies, pony beach volleyball, taffy, swimming, watching the sun rise Dislikes: Bullies, the cold, standing or sitting still too long, jellyfish, being inside too long, rainy days Character Summary: Sunrise Beach was born on the Gallopocous Islands to a single mother who was just a filly herself, never knowing her father or even anything about him. Spending her formative years with her less than responsible grandparents and a working teen mother who was still growing up herself, still learning how to be responsible. She was often alone, when her mother was working, left to herself at a much too young age. Out of this, Sunrise started growing a fierce independent streak and curiosity to explore. One day while her mom was at work, and she was with her grandparents at the beach, Sunrise was attacked by a jellyfish while swimming and nearly drowned. Martini nearly paniced when she found out, and it became an epiphany for Martini. She realized that she needed to not just earn for her daughter, but be there for her. As a result, Sunrise and her mother moved away from the islands they each spent their whol lives in, that they loved so much. The two of them moved from town to town, as Martini searched for a steady job and home that would let her spend more time with her daughter. Sunrise was incredibly saddened to leave the beautiful white beaches and warm blue waters of the islands and didn't really understand at the time why they always had to move. Despite these less than ideal circumstances, she did bond much more closely with her mother, who doted on and spent all her free time with her. Still, things were tough, and schooling was sporadic, which often meant having to stay indoors behind a locked door "for her safety" while mom worked. The independently minded and mischievous foal would use every opportunity to sneak out and explore the many areas they moved through, often getting herself in trouble. One day, as a solution, Martini had Sunrise signed up the local community outdoors programs for foals. It was this program and the sports it offered that started Sunrise down the road towards her love of outdoor sports. Sunrise quickly became both quite good and very passionate about the sports she participated in, and after one particular close tournament game of volleyball where she managed the winning score for her team, her cutie mark appeared, that of a beach ball. The most recent home for the duo is the dusty western town of Roughrider, which has no school or organized sports. Her mom, worried for her education, and concerned about Sunrise sneaking out in such a dangerous location, searched for some sort of boarding arrangement where Sunrise could get a real education and start down the path of being a responsible pony. It was through a kind Pegasus named Tea Cozy who ran a nursery that a place was found for Sunrise. With many tears, Sunrise was sent to Ponyville to go school full time and do some chores for Tea Cozy part time as a ward. For Sunrise, it was an opportunity to find some way to get back into competitive sports, and maybe even earn bits so she could make sure both she and her mother are never poor anymore and they can live together again. Sunrise's mom Martini:

Carrot just smiled awkwardly at first, his eyes darting from Granola to her cart and back, wondering why the noise was getting ever more intense.  It was like it was alive or something.  Worse than any weird noise though was the cute earth filly's request; where is he going to get a dozen of those wild carrots?!  Normally he would have just said he didn't have any at all, but after talking up how he knew about them to impress her, he didn't want to humiliate himself in front of her now by saying he couldn't get them.  There had to be a way.  "Well, lass, oi dinnae have aught wit' me, but Oi's be chuffed tae git some fer ye!", he smiled with a feigned confidence - they couldn't be *that* hard to get ... could they?

Trixie looked upwards towards the night sky as she continued to trot, lost in a momentary dream of applauding crowds and adoring fans showering her with praise and bits. The snap of a twig from the nearby forest startled her back to reality and she squeaked. Quickly turning her head in fear she saw it was just a rabbit running on by... Trixie felt quite embarrassed by it, and quickly went back to answering her griffon companion's questions in order to draw any attention away from her skittish mindset about that forest... "*Ahem* To answer your question, the power comes from both within and without - it requires a certain amount of personal effort to access the aetheric field that powers magic - but once accessed, the remainder of the energy comes from that field. The disparity in power between unicorns comes from their personal ability to store and use power, as well as their efficiency in creating the channel through which the external energy would flow. Two different unicorns can both use the same spell, but use different amounts of energy to do so, if one is more *efficient* than the other." Trixe paused briefly, as to allow her "student" to absorb what she just heard. She was actually enjoying this, a university education at some fancy Canterlot academy wasn't needed to understand magic and the GREAT AND KNOWLEDGEABLE TRIXIE was going to PROVE IT. "For your second question, it is simple. For shaping an effect, well - equations certainly can factor into it - you can measure and describe the flow of magic with equations... but it's not all science, it is also an art. It takes practice, and creativity, to channel the flow of energy. Intuition takes one only so far - understanding and practice is needed to be as wonderful as the GREAT and POWERFUL TRIXIE!"

Braeburn cheerfully smiled, it didn't bother him none to have his saddlebags, a couple luggage cases on his back and one in his mouth, he was a strong farmer pony of Appleoosa, and a member of the Apple family, thar' none stronger, at least that is what he told himself to keep up his confidence. Truth was he could carry that entire luggage, but not for a long while, it was pretty hot and it was heavier than it looked - still he wasn't about to disappoint the pretty molly, no sirree! He watched as Bluebelle pulled out a paper that turned out to have the place she was staying on it located. Fortunately Applelossa was still pretty small, and everypony who lived here knew of every place in and around town. "Apple Bow Cottage?", he thought for a few seconds before the location became clear in his mind, "Yes missy, I certainly do, I know every place in AAAAAAAPPLEOOSA!". In his excitement in replying he dropped the baggage in his mouth and almost managed to tip the luggage on his back as he reared upwards. "Whooooah nelly!", he cried, walking back on his hind legs to keep his balance and keep the luggage from falling off of his back, before coming back down on all fours. "Ahem, sorry about that miss Bluebelle. As ah was sayin', it's out on the edge of town. A lil' place out by the orchards, but I didn' know anyone actually lived thar yet". Braeburn blushed as he picked up the baggage he dropped with his teeth. "I'll be happy 'o escor' 'oo 'ere Miss Bluebelle." Trotting along and smiling with a large grin, being more careful with the baggage in his mouth, he heard her ask if he was a member of the Apple family. Braeburn's eyes sparkled a little and was about to give another answer - hopefully without being so excited - when suddenly something flew over Bluebelle and crashed right into Braeburn's side, knocking him over and tossing the luggage he was carrying everywhere. Braeburn, momentarily stunned, shock his head and let out a brief neighing sound. He quickly looked over and noticed a still bewildered black unicorn with a blue mane. She seemed awfully familiar, but he couldn't quite remember ... Until he saw that ghost cutie mark and then it finally dawned on him, the filly he met at Sweet Apple Acres! "Willlll.. Willow Wisp? Is that you???"

Carrot smiled as he walked over to Mudbug's cart, just the slightest limp to his step.  He didn't want to make the large bruise out to be anything.  He wasn't sure if that was why she called him a 'tough guy', but he hoped instead it was merely a compliment.  "Ye kin call me Carrot Fields, oon it's bonnie t'meet ye, Mudbug."  Carrot lowered his head and upper body down so to be at Starlight's level, to appear less intimidating, "An' giddae there, Starlight, bonnie t'meet ye too, lad!  Quite th' cap ye got there!  Ye must be one fast flyer!"  Looking over at the young unicorn, "Oon yer friend here has quite th' magic touch!"  He winked and smiled before standing back up, looking over to the cute filly once more.  Carrot blushed and shuffled his forehoof while looking sort of downward, "So, ummm ... Would ye  and umm, yer lil' kin here need more help deliverin' yer umm...", he looked over to see what exactly she *was* delivering, "Umm, yer dirt? Ye a dirt farmer?"

Once again Trixie found herself momentarily taken aback, this time visibility surprised with a look of stunned incredulity on her face. She really was expecting the usual trivial questions that as much extolled her magical ability as inquired about it, "How do you do it, Trixie? How are you so awesome, Trixie? How did you learn so many spells, Trixie?" Not that these questions were unwelcome! Quite the opposite! Though Trixie had never been able to afford a formal education, she considered herself quite well-studied, and had put in many, many long hours slaving away over books. She quite liked the scholarly aspect of things, not to mention the ability to show off her ability and knowledge to a fellow scholarly mind! And it would divert her attention from the forest, which she most definitely was *not* afraid of, not at all. Just ... wary ... Trixie cleared her throat and took on what she imagined to be a scholarly tone that a professor might use. She hadn't ever been in a university class, but she could imagine what sort of tone a learned professor would use - just a little pompous, but not festooned with her usual melodramatic flourishes. "Well, for the matter of unicorn horns, and their breaking - those sad unicorns who have broken their horns frequently do find their magic lessened, it is true, but the effect of it seems to be particular more to the individual unicorn than to the degree of damage, suggesting but not proving a more psychological than physical response..." In answering that question, she imagined the tone she used was the kind that encouraged confidence in the speaker - not that she needed the confidence, herself. She was quite confident in her self-taught knowledge, after so many long hours in the library. She wasn't at all self-conscious about those university-taught unicorns. Not a bit. "As to what using magic *feels* like ... well, it's difficult to describe. How do you describe sight to a deaf pony? How does it feel when channel your lesser magic to sit on a cloud? It feels... natural. It's a strain, like flexing a muscle that does not exist. It's dangerous, like containing an explosion with your bare hooves. It's delicate, like weaving cloth out of threads of air. It's tough, like feeling stone move like clay." Her tone took on excitement as she warmed to her favorite subject, a subject she loved even more than talking about herself, though she rarely got to discuss it with anyone. "Everything seems to come into focus as you hook into that tingling energy. Colors are brighter, sounds are clearer, and emotions are tangible. The thrill of an applauding crowd is ... " The look in her face got a little distant, as she remembered that thrill, riding high off of others' emotions...

Braeburn stepped back for a moment, he certainly didn't meant to rattle the lovely filly, he just really enjoyed meeting new ponies - er, folks - more so if they were arriving in his home town, and especially if they intended to stay, as Appleossa could use all the immigrants it could get. He definitely wanted to make a good first impression. His concern that he over did it quickly washed away when the bluish mule gave such an adorable smile and spoke like a true southern belle that he swore his heart jumped just a tiny bit. Listening to her introduce herself in such a graceful manner, Braeburn blushed. How could he have forgotten to do so himself! He politely took his hat off and held it close to his chest with his forehoof, "Well, shoot, where'd mah manners run off ter? Mah name's Braeburn, an it surely is a pleasure to meet such a lovely filllll ... such a lovely molly as yourself here in our quaint little settlement of APPPPPLEOOOSA!" Giving a friendly, flirtatious wink and placing his hat back on, Braeburn smiled more warmly, "Well I'm sure any cowpoke round these parts would help you if they could, but it's my own good luck that I got t' y'all first. I'll be happy to carry those for you little molly". He carefully grabbed the first suitcase with his teeth and tossed it onto his back, then lifted the second between his teeth and held it there. The weight was just a little more than expected, but nothing a farm pony like himself wasn't used to. He smiled around the handle of the luggage, his voice muffled as he politely asked, "where are 'oo 'eaded?"

Dear lord it is like a classic example of how to do computer animation wrong, and lol, old Rainbow Dash is just awful, I guess you can vote her the most improved character. I think that cartoon talked down to three year olds.

LOL..Unix! These are top notch excellent! Just the Unix one makes me especially giddy.

Trixie trotted along slowly, giving the griffon a chance to follow her, but not so slow as to give the appearance she was doing so. She hesitated to look back, just in case the Griffin decided to dismiss Trixie's facade of boasting and call her bluff. "You have my thanks, Lady... Trixie was it?" Trixie's eye widened for a second as she kept looking forward, 'Lady' Trixie? Hrmmm... 'Lady' Trixie... she could get used to that... it sounded distinguished, even noble, and as far as this griffin knew, that is what Trixie was, a mare of nobility. And why not? I am as dignified as those aristocratic ponies around Celestia in Canterlot, certainly more so than those snobbish rubes in Manehattan! As Trixie started to daydream about being treated as nobility she was almost caught off-guard by the griffon's inquiries about unicorn magic in such a flattering manner. "Wha..really?" as she looked back in confusion and surprise before regaining her haunty composure. "I mean..*ahem* There is no better subject from which you could learn the MAJESTY and WONDER which is UNICORN MAGIC!" Trixie stopped momentarily and smiled broadly with the appearance of great confidence, "and there is no better teacher that the.. er, LADY TRIXIE, for whom you may seek answers to your questions!"

Carrot did his best to hide his limp; he obviously landed awkwardly on some rock or something. He didn't want to show that though, remembering how the "auld man" would snarl at him every time he hurt himself on the farm and how "real stallions wark through it!" However it seemed neither his injury nor his effort didn't go unnoticed when the beige unicorn colt offered encouragement and assistance. If Carrot was his father, he would have dismissed the young colt's offer of help coldly, but he wasn't like that, and he wasn't going to be like that either. Carrot smiled kindly back at the unicorn and nodded, "Cheers but Ah hink Ah will be alrecht, Ah best be gonnae thocht". He looked over his cart of carrots to sell and the telescope that he always brought, just in case. He looked back at the other cart with the filly about to start again and sighed. Nae wait ... mebbe Oi kin make a guid impression efter aw! Carrot turned around, his flank twinging a little, "Umm, ho ye miss..umm, Ah am sorry Ah dinnae catch ye ur yer yoong friends' names"

Braeburn was becoming more and more excited, the closer the train came to his home of Appleoosa. He had been away for several days visiting his cousins at Sweet Apple Acres and touring their town, Ponyville. As much fun as it was to visit with relatives, though, he was very glad to be back home . The second harvest ever in Appleoosa was about to begin, and he wanted to make sure everything went right. As the train came to a stop at the station, he was positively hopping up and down from enthusiasm. He grabbed his saddlebags full of knick knacks from Ponyville and a variety of new seeds from his cousins and threw them over his back, before trotting, almost galloping, off the train. He excitedly hopped out onto the platform and kicked up his forehooves, crying out "DARLING AAAAAAAPPLEOOOOOOSA I'M HOME!" Braeburn looked about smiling - a few other ponies noticed his exclamation and smiled, but most paid him no heed. They were all used to his exclamations. That's alright, he weren't putting on a show, he was just so durn tootin' happy to be home. As Braeburn looked around to soak in the familiar sights of the station he noticed a bluish colored filly pony.. "No, wait", he thought to himself "that is a mule, I don't recall a mule here before! She must be new to these parts". More importantly Braeburn noticed that she seemed to be in need of assistance. Braeburn went trotting over to the slightly distraught sweet-looking lass of a mule, smiling proudly, "Well hello thar! Welcome to AAAAAAAPPLEOOOOOOSA! You look like you could use some help thar' missie!"

The cute, friendly earth filly didn't seem to pay any attention to the fact her cart was inadvertently hissing at the other ponies that trotted near it. She either didn't notice in her enthusiasm, or it was normal to her. Carrot almost hoped that she would notice as he managed to talk himself into a corner with his supposed knowledge of wild carrots. He did know some about them, but she was clearly more informed and interested in hearing more. He had to say something quick or look like a fool in front of yet another filly. Listening carefully, he realized he had no real answer to her questions. He had seen a few wild carrots around here and there but of course he didn't grow any himself. Without really thinking his reply through, Carrot just blurted out the first thoughts in his head, "Umm..weel if Ah recaa they ur fully groon Ah believe..." Carrot smiled awkwardly, trying not to stall the conversation, "Ah didne ken they coods help wi' tomatae growin' thocht, soonds loch ye ur quite th' herbalist expert!" Waiting for her reply, he worried, "Will Ah hae tae search fur these noo? Ah dornt want tae disappoint 'er, but whaur woods Ah fin' onie??"

Perhaps unicron made and imputed with magic for easy opening and closing by anyone. That be cool, a unicorn mapmaker!

Thanks to the inspiration of this episode, I actually have one now (has nothing to do with what happened in the episode itself, but it inspired me enough that it came together).

Looking at it full screen I say yes, because you can barely make out the bubbles cutie mark and the eyes do look "derped". Now we just need a high definition version for confirmation.

She tries so hard.