Bramble Rose

Sweetie Belle was nervous about the foal from the roof, but by the time her little legs carried her over to the corner, she was already gone, with Miss Cheerilee looking sadly off in her direction. Worried, Sweetie Belle trotted back to her friends old and new, and smiled to them, talked merrily with them, trying to steer the conversation in their direction. Where had Sunrise come from with that lovely and exciting accent? How did Starlight come to live with his aunt, and he must have to brush his teeth extra-careful to make her happy! It was so nice to see Twist again, and what kind of candies had she learned to make over the summer? And Scootaloo had done such a wonderful job with her speech! And Grim, he was so nice to her, and he must be so smart, with all his reading and writing! Would he help her with her homework? Over the lunch period, she calmed down, though that spectre of public speaking still hovered nervously behind her. She grew comfortable chatting with everyone - any of them, or even all of them, she could talk with merrily, cheerfully. She could even sing for them if the music came to her... but as soon as it was formalized, she didn't understand it - she couldn't think of them as ponies anymore, just ... The Crowd. The Scary Crowd. But she didn't have to worry about that, because everything was OK. The voices from inside, though... she couldn't hear Miss Cheerilee's voice, but she kept hearing Champ's voice raising, in anger, and in pain. She glanced over at the schoolhouse worriedly, a little distracted, and then *jumped!* as she heard the crashing of furniture being thrown over and wrecked! "Oh, my," she murmured, and then jumped out of the way as Champ came running out of the school. She blinked. That big sometimes mean colt had a face that looked... well, she hadn't seen any tears, but it sure looked like a face that was about to do some crying... what was wrong? Miss Cheerilee wouldn't do anything to make a foal cry... she was too nice. Which meant something else was wrong... And then Miss Cheerilee was calling everyone into the classroom. wasn't she going to go help Champ? As the other little ponies filed on back into the classroom, Sweetie Belle lagged behind, looking worriedly in the direction that Champ had run.

[ Pony Related Character ] Name: Purple Haze Gender: Female Age: Young Filly Species: Earth pony Pelt Color: Dark Green Mane/Tail Color & Style: Purple with Orange streaks Eye Color: Purple Cutie Mark: A purple haze carrot Physique: lanky, slim, but tough. Residence: She lives with her brother, Carrot Fields, on his farm in ponyville. Occupation: School student, helps her brother with the farm Motivation: To make AMAZING new recipes with carrots! To always keep experimenting and developing amazing new dishes! To help everyone enjoy carrots in every way possible! Likes: family, cooking, carrots, dancing, selling carrots, Caber Bucking, tartan dresses, sewing, making friends, dancing Dislikes: when people won't try her food, rain, school Character Summary: Purple Haze was always an eager young foal. She truly followed after the family ways - carrots are so awesome, and so versatile! Growing up in her little home-town of Fet Loch, she used to wheedle her brother into taking her and her experiments into town in his little red wagon so she could make a few bits selling pickled carrots, or carrot chips, or fried carrots to the ponies there. The bits were nice, but what really thrilled her was seeing the faces on ponies who were surprised at how good her cooking tasted. Her family believes in cross-crafting their kids, sending them off to parts of the family in other parts of the country, to get a broader view of the world. One of her cousins is probably sleeping in her bed back home right now. She, meanwhile, is staying with her big brother, helping him set up his new farm in Ponyville. And making new friends, and inventing awesome new dishes, of course! And teasing him. It's SO much fun to tease him! And if all else fails, to give him the big wibbly lip and watery eyes to get him to cave. She loves selling carrots, and has elaborate speeches ready at a moment's notice about the benefits and wonderful possibilities of carrots - though her thick Scottish accent sometimes gets in the way of folks understanding her. She's soooo proud of the little cart her big brother Carrot Fields made for her, and she'll puff herself up and proudly tell anyone who comments on it that SHE helped too! When her big brother goes to market with his raw carrots, she'll often be following after with her lil' cart full of carrot dishes. There's two things more important to her than anything: family, and cooking carrots. And it's her great joy that she's able to do both. She's just a young filly at the moment, and her dreams are of simple things - colts, a farm of her own, and maybe, sometimes, when she's really dreaming - she dreams of cooking in a diner where she could serve up her dishes for customers.

Sweetie Belle sat outside the school, panting softly after her sprint. The noise from up above drew her attention, and she looked up. Oh my gosh! That looked soooo dangerous! And she was giving such a huge speech about... some sort of weird thing? Not that she was being any more dangerous than stuff that Scootaloo had them do for their Crusader Quests, but... still! And getting everyone's attention to talk like that? Her stomach fluttered at the very thought. Her tummy rumbled, and she realized that in her haste to get out of the classroom, she'd forgotten her lunch! Embarrassedly, she went back into the schoolhouse, pulling out her little lunch box, then followed the other little group of foals outside. As Sunrise Beach stepped up, Sweetie Belle smiled to her. "I have no idea what's up," she quietly said. "Everything just started happening..." She smiled to Grim Tales. He was up standing next to her right at the start of all the weirdness. "And he was protecting me from something... I don't know what, exactly, but he seemed very brave, whatever it was! Thank you, Grim!" She gave him a little nuzzle on his neck out of gratitude. Then she turned her head back to Sunrise Beach. "Oh! Where are my manners? I'm Sweetie Belle!" she bent her front knees slightly in a little curtsy, and came back up with a happy smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you!" She nuzzled at her lunch box and it clicked open, so she could look inside. Her big sister Rarity had made a gorgeous lunch box, indeed! It had a nice big bed of oats, and then the little carrot slices and apple slices made an image of an orange pony in a layered dress! Her big sister never did anything without making it super-pretty! She looked up at Twist, and flushed. "Um, Twist? I'm sorry, I ran out before you gave me a candy cane... can... can I still try one? For desert?"

Bramble Rose let out a soft laugh. "Oh, quite all right," he said, recovering from the surprise of having someone 'sneak up' behind him. "Just gave me a jump." Unconsciously, he straightened himself up, neck stretched, in an old habit of trying to appear taller, as he looked up at the mare. Once he got past the impression of just 'tall' and 'cute', he had to upgrade that to 'really cute'. She was all pink and ... he didn't know the word to use. Something about her just made him want to hug her. But that would be rude, of course. And that adorable cutie mark! "Oh, yes, very much! I was just out here trying to identify some of these flowers... I've studied them, but I've never seen them with my own eyes." He floated over a couple of the books he'd dropped in his surprise, and turned a bit to brush at them with his tail to get the dirt off of them. Once they were nice and neat again, he chose one of them: "Fern Pot's Guide to Exotic Plants." He opened it up, showing Strawberry the inside - page after page of flower diagrams and photos, paragraphs of description on their properties and remedies. "Well, actually, I'm specifically looking for some ingredients for bubble bath, but I'm letting myself get side tracked." He gave a little playful, impish grin, half-sheepish, like a much younger colt caught doing something naughty and finding it hard to care. "I'm really hoping to find some Night Blooms, but of course those are easier to find at night..."

Bramble Rose was nestled in happily, his books out and open as he tried to identify the different species of flowers. He'd read about so many of them in his dam's library, but to see them in person! It was just amazing. To be out here, alone, just him and the flowers. The tiny purple unicorn with the silvery mane smiled to himself. If these flowers could talk... "Afternoon, everyone!" He jumped up so high he'd have sworn he'd just turned into a pegasus. "AEEEYYYIPE!" he squeaked - n... no, that wasn't a girlish squeak, that was ... a manly... cry... of... oh, horse feathers. He peeked around the tree he'd been behind to see who'd just started him... And looked up... And up... Wow, that was a big mare. And cute, with those pigtails. ** "Ah... th-that's all right, I d-don't think we've met yet anyway," he stammered. He stopped, took a breath, trying to get his furiously racing heart to slow down. Gah, he hadn't even realized anyone was there! "My name's Bramble Rose!" He stepped out from behind the tree so she could see his cutie mark. Oh, geeze, don't let her have seen the fashion posters, don't let her have seen the fashion posters...

The tan pony looked from Celestia to Luna, then looked one of the guards in the eyes. "Oh, of course! I'm Doctor Whooves! And this is my companion, Irontooth! I'm a simple archeologist, a real interest in history. So I travel around finding ... interesting things." He grinned to Celestia, an eager grin on his face, a wild light in his eyes. "And I don't *know* any more. That's why I came in through a ... conveniently open back door. So I could find out what they are. And besides, there were some crying foals who were worried about their sires." He grinned. "so, anyone who's coming for an adventure... we need to find the dankest, darkest, spookiest corner of the under-castle." He glanced at Celestia. "The sort of place you haven't seen used since you were a foal."

Sweetie Belle whimpered in fear, as she was called to the front. She got to shaky feet, stepping forward towards the front of the class. What was she going to do? What was she going to say? Everyone was looking at her! Terror coursed through her little form, and a faint little squeak sounded from the back of her throat. She felt more like miss Fluttershy than like her big sister Rarity. She took a deep breath, took another step. And then the bell started ringing, and a voice started calling. Sweetie Belle breathed out a sigh of relief, and for once was the first foal out the door to get to recess.

Sweetie Belle cowered behind the desk. Oh, goodness, Miz Cheerilee was going through the whole class! Was she going to have to talk in front of the class after all? All the other ponies seemed to excited to talk ... Scootaloo was just going on, and on, and on... but then, Scootaloo was brave! She blushed and hugged Scootaloo back, rubbing her cheek against Scootaloo's neck as the foal stopped by her desk on the way back to her seat. Scootaloo was always so nice to her, going out of her way to protect her, or give her a ride on her scooter... even if she did go awfully fast on the scooter! Sweetie Belle thought she was so *lucky* to have such a *nice* friend! But ... what if Miz Cheerilee ended up noticing Sweetie Belle because she got a hug? She nervously considered that possibility as the butterflies fluttered about in her stomach. Oh no, she was! Miz Cheerilee was looking right at her! She tried to hunker down even further behind the desk, hoping, hoping so hard that she wouldn't get called on... And suddenly Grim was standing beside her, and she was blinking in confusion. What was rude? But he wasn't looking at her, even though he was standing right next to her. She had no idea what was going on, alas... but all this attention was happening right next to her! If they didn't stop, Miz Cheerilee was going to notice her and that she hadn't given a report yet! She tried so hard to hide behind the desk, and trying to bluff, softly murmured to Grim, "I... I'm fine, thank you... You're very nice to worry about me. **"

Bramble eyed Pinkie Pie cautiously. He hesitated to try to think of what she'd be like 'a little hyper.' It was hard enough to keep up with all these strange ponies - Pinkie Pie was just so *random*, and that other pony who kept narrating everything ... but Pinkie Pie, made hyper by her standards? That was terrifying. He looked over to Sir Knightly. "Thank you, good sir," he said softly. "I don't have many bits, just yet. I promise to pay it back ... or pay it forward ... once I am able, in the future. And if you wanted to guard the train, well, I would be more than happy. I don't want anything to happen to her." He didn't even need to glance at the menu. when the pony came around for their orders, he was happy to order a clover sandwich with oat bread - one of his favorite foods. "well, my first long weekend I can take off, I'll be sure to stop by, cuz! and we're here, so you can order whenever you want!"

Bramble's green eyes got really big at Glitzen's words, as he ordered a couple of his favorite clover muffins for the two of them. "Oh, n-no, no, that's impossible... who could *possibly* want *my* autograph?" he asked embarrassedly. "now you're just being silly!" He tried not to imagine that... him, getting autographs? Maybe some cute fillies, who'd giggle and run off after getting it? No! no, no, no, that was ridiculous! His face burned with embarrassment, little pink circles standing out on his cheeks.

Sweetie Belle looked confused at Scootaloo and Champ's questions... "Well... c-cause... cause he's being nice an' helping Applejack. I know he was mean the other day, but ... everyone has bad days, sometimes. Sometimes me an' my big sister Rarity make each other feel bad, but we're still bestest friends... and sometimes Applejack and Rarity yell at each other, but they're still good friends, too! Sometimes we feel bad, and that's when we need our friends most of all." The words made her think of music... the music she always heard around her in everyone's words, and in nature, and in the thump of a cart wheel bouncing over a stone... o/~ o/~ o/~ When your heart feels like it's going to burst, And the world seems to have given you its worst, and you feel like you've been left alone, and you don't know where you can call home, that's when a smile means the world to you, and a friend's the best to help you see it through... o/~ o/~ o/~ She paused, thinking... there had to be more to the song than that, she knew it... but she ducked her head as the notes got away from her, realizing that she'd gone and blurted out music in front of everyone again. She hid her head embarassedly behind the basket she'd been propped up on, trembling nervously...

Your stuff is always cute, and definitely your own style. Brian and I talk about your art sometimes, but because I'm horrible with names, I always call it "the puffy-cheeks style!" ** I really like the picture of AJ giving Carrot a hug, totally adorable. Needs a lil' heart floating up from Carrot's head. *^_^* And Sunny and Holly look *so sweet*, and the color-swapped yin-yang of their cutie marks and their coats is a PERFECT idea!

I think you're doing a great job! Keep at it!

Sweetie Belle's tiny little legs churned as quickly as they could as she ran through town. She saw Scootaloo's scooter zip by just ahead of her and let out a quiet, "Nooo, waaaait!" As fast as Scootaloo was, she kept being late, which meant Sweetie Belle was going to be even MORE late! And it wasn't even her fault! Her big sister Rarity kept fussing over her and making sure that she'd be perfect for her first day back, and something about 'fashionably late', but Sweetie Belle didn't think that Miz Cheerilee had heard about being late being in fashion! She screeched to a halt in front of the school, seeing Scootaloo's scooter already there. She walked the last little bit, trying to get her panting under control, and tried to slip in unnoticed, her head low with embarrassment, as Miz CHeerilee was talking about public ... Public speaking?! Oh NOooooo! Nooo, nooo, noooooo! She slipped behind the first empty desk and tried to hide low so that she wouldn't be picked! Miz Cheerilee couldn't possibly be mean enough to make her talk in front of the class, right?

Bramble Rose smiled happily. "I would like original photos, too, yes! But I also rather like the fliers that they were made for, even though..." he glances around with a faintly haunted expression... "Oh, man. *everypony's* going to see them!" He sat down on a pile of hay at one of the tables in the cafe. "You must think that's terrible of me... I mean, what was I expecting? You told me this is what they were going to be used for, but... still. It didn't sink in. **" The pink blush seemed permenantly burned into his cheeks.

True, pigtailed ponies are one of the big exceptions with that, but the big way to help with that is probably the front of her hair - not the pigtails themselves. The front of her hair - her bangs - looks like it's coming from a horizontal line across her forehead, instead of a vertical line up the middle of her forehead, or 'thrown forward' from between the ears. I'd imagine that's probably the key to making it look more like a mane.

Bramble grinned excitedly as Bluebelle spoke of the garden she hoped to make, leaning forward. "Oh, wonderful!" he said, eagerly - flower gardens always got him excited. "And you'll have some Desert Roses too, right? Have any particular plans for how you're going to lay them out? I suppose you won't need a greenhouse out in the desert, except doesn't it get cold during the night? So I suppose you might need one after all, but not with nearly so many windows, and with some blinds you can pull during the day so it doesn't bake the flowers... do you have any land yet? How close is it to water?" The questions just bubbled out of him as he tried to picture it in his minds' eye. "Oooo, I can't come with you *right* away, with my new job and all, but I'd love to visit you *soon* and maybe give you a little help with giving your garden a little *boost*?" A little green spark flared at the tip of his horn. It wasn't that he didn't care about any of the other ponies... but this was his cousin! And flowers!

Sweetie Belle's little heart swelled happily inside her little chest, and a bright smile mirrored that across her face. If he was helping Applejack out so proudly, he couldn't possibly be the big meanie she'd thought he was! He must have just been having a bad day! "Oh,that's *wonderful*!" Sweetie Belle chirped happily, trotting towards one of the piles of empty baskets that seemed omnipresent around the farm, just waiting to be filled with apples. "How very *nice* of you! And you look like you'll be able to help a lot! I've only ever seen Applejack and Big Mac buck a tree better than that!" That might not be technically true - there'd been plenty of ponies who'd bucked a tree just as well as Champ, but they were all grown-ups, which meant it wasn't as impressive. Grown-ups could do anything, after all! She took ahold of a handle of one of the big empty baskets in her teeth - they were pretty much just as big as she was - and dragged it over towards the tree that Champ had just knocked some apples out of. Her little hooves dug at the soil, a little trail left in the dirt and grass as she struggled briefly with the basket, getting it into place. She let go of it and looked up to Champ, her eyes shining. "Probably want some baskets under the trees to catch the apples, though! Otherwise you gotta pick them all up off the ground, and that's no fun, I know! We helped Apple Bloom do that a bunch of times! We're too small to do very well at bucking trees - Apple Bloom and Scootaloo only get two or three apples a buck, and I'm lucky if I get one ... but I'd imagine that it must be a lot more fun to get in a good kick than to have to go around picking them all up by hoof!" And with that declaration, she bent her head to happily pick up one of the apples Champ had just knocked out of the tree, hopped up to put her front hooves on the edge of the basket, and drop it inside, wanting to help Champ with at least the apples from *this* tree!

Bramble blushed at the praise of his sister for those silly fliers. There was another one, with him looking rather elite in an expensive silver saddle. He shook his head a bit and tried to ignore them. "Y'all are always too kind," he murmured. Every time he visited with her, he started picking up her accent - remnants of his youth, when he'd spend days with her family. Right now it was just very mild, but he rolled his eyes at himself. No doubt he'd sound just like her if she was here for any length of time. He blinked as Pinkie Pie took their polite words to heart, breaking out into sudden song. He found his hooves lifting a bit higher, his spirits becoming a bit brighter, he laughed merrily, pausing to clop his hooves against the ground in appreciation. Singing in public... woo! He admired that sort of bravery. That strange monologuing pony, though... he had no idea what to think about her. On one hand ... who does that? On the other, it was kinda neat, seeing the world around him like one of those old noir novels... Before long, the small mob arrived at the cafe, busy as usual with ponies of every description. Bramble paused in hauling the cart, shrugging out of the harness with a sigh of relief. He trotted over to lead the group to one of the empty tables, settling down onto one of the bales of hay. "So now ah know what brings y'all to Ponyville, cuz," he said to Bluebelle merrily. "But what're y'all doin' headin' to Appleoosa?"

Bramble Rose laughed softly as the two siblings bickered good-naturedly with each other. "Don't worry, Holly," he said warmly. "I know how it goes. My dam's a professor at the University of Canterlot, and it's impossible to get her attention when she's in a book." It really was just like his dam, right down to how she used to bicker with his sire when he pried the book away, and it just made Bramble feel suddenly right at home. He trotted along after Lily, smiling happily as he looked around. "So, what is this wonderful book your brother's holding hostage?" he asked curiously.

I just squee at the 'inchy squinchy!' that she keeps saying. *^_^* And the exchange student one is adorable! Strawberry certainly looks *big*. Which is, of course, the point! One suggestion I would make is to remember that they have manes, not hair - so *usually* (there are exceptions) they have the mane-style only on one side of their head, and coming from the center of their head.

Sweetie Belle pranced merrily towards the Carousel Boutique, the little white unicorn in a good mood. Mucking about in the wet mud hadn't gotten her a mud-themed cutie mark, but that was all right, she supposed. It was fun enough, but she wouldn't want to play in the mud *every* day. She paused at the door to wash her hooves carefully, mindful of her big sister Rarity's admonitions to never come into the Boutique with dirty hooves. Then she pranced merrily in, her pink and lavender hair bobbing with each step. Her hooves were spotlessly clean - but the rest of her was splattered with mud from nose to tail. She hummed the mud-song she'd come up with for MudBug merrily as she pranced, the bouncy tune fitting in well with the movements. o/~ o/~ o/~ Plip ... plop... plip... plop... Plip ... plop... plip... plop... Blub glub plop, little squishy mudpit, squelch underhoof as I trot all around! Blub glub plop, little squishy mudpit! what is as fun as this wet sticky ground? o/~ o/~ o/~ The mud even seemed to be into the music, falling off of her to splatter on the floor in time with her humming, as she pranced past her sister, leaving a long trail of mud behind her as she went looking for the picnic basket she'd prepared earlier. (( please no one post till Rarity has a reaction shot! ))

Doctor Whooves righted himself and shook his head. "Well, there was a perfectly good exit ruined," he said distantly. He casually righted the book on Irontooth's back with one hoof, and flipped through the pages curiously. He nodded as he handed the book back to Princess Luna. "Interesting ethical code," he mused to himself. Then he turned around to look at Irontooth. "And what, you ask? There are many things, from the early days before Equestria was civilized. Things locked away for ages... some things cute and adorable... some things dangerous..." He looked Luna in the eyes. "And some things very, very both..." he whispered to her. He turned around to look at Celestia again. "With the stars aligning recently, ancient cages all across Equestria sprung open, darkness freed from centuries of imprisonment... who *knows* what could be lurking under your castle?" Then he perked up. "I certainly don't! That's what makes it so fun!"

Bramble smiled, and gestured just to the next building. "Well, I'm new myself, but I've been having breakfast at Mocha's from time to time. She's got good coffee and good muffins." He grinned. "I absolutely love the clover tea she makes." He glances at the fliers. "Hey, I meant to ask, but forgot... but ... could I have one of each of those? For my scrap book. I ... never did anything like modeling before." He glances around again, nervous about the fliers. "I can't believe I'm all over town!"

Doctor Whooves leaped up and spun around, the motion seeming to leave him just on the edge of falling over, but not quite. He peered at the three ponies staring at them with an expression of mingled excitement and surprise. "And of course!" he cried, "Of course you'd want an explanation! Reasonable thing to want, an explanation!" He pointed a hoof upwards as he emphasized the reasonableness of the request. He turned his head and said, in a lower, very casual way, to Irontooth, "Wouldn't you want an explanation?" He trotted up towards the princess, cheerfully declaring, "And of course, we'd be willing to give you an explanation!" The two guards cut him off, extending their wings with an almost metallic sound to cross before him. Unfazed, Doctor Whooves stared one of the guards in the face, from only inches away, his head lifting up, down, left and right, peering at the guard from small difference in angle. "Oh, yes, an explanation, that we can give! I don't suppose you'd be convinced if I told you I was a Castle Inspector and showed you a slip of paper to prove it? No, no, of course not, because that would not be a reasonable explanation! No, I have an explanation, and what an explanation it is! An explanation so wonderful you'd wonder why I didn't give it already instead of babbling on like somepony trying to think of an explanation!" He paused, furrowed his brow as he tilted his head to the side. "Blimey, but these blokes are serious. No expression at all. Do they train that? How do you train that? Stand there for three hours a day as ponies make faces at them? I tell you, very impressive. Job well done!" "But yes, an explanation! Because otherwise you'd have to throw us in the dungeon,and you wouldn't want to have to do that because the dungeon hasn't been used in centuries and it's all dark and dank and deteriorated and you'd have to send someone in to tidy up a bit, clear out the mold, build new doors, make sure it's not all rusted out, and that'd just be faaaaarrr too much work, wouldn't it? We wouldn't want to put them through that sort of trouble, would we?" he nodded to Irontooth as the words just kept spilling excitedly out of his mouth, filling the hallway with a nonstop flood of near-nonsense. "It'd just be terrible, especially with what I've been hearing lately from the guards... guards going sick, not showing up for work, not being seen at home, wellllll, with a ponypower shortage, why make more work for the poor blokes?" "I'll tell you what we found, though, and that'd be the truth - missing food! Food gone missing! Ponies foodless! Well, not exactly foodless, it was only a little of their food, so just food-light. But one wonders, who took it? And why all over the city, all of a sudden? One might think foals, but why would foals mick healthy food and leave the sweets? One might think a sire feeding his foals, but so much food? And he didn't even nick a little of the sweets for a treat? But really what caught my attention was the cobwebs, ah, what a mess, even in neat and tidy stores, bam! Cobwebs. Who leaves cobwebs? well, I tell you, that intrigued me, so I followed the cobwebs, and where do you think that led me? That's RIGHT!" He pointed his hoof upwards again, emphasizing as he cried, "NOT to the palace! No, it led me to drainage pipes! Great big pipes, with greaaaaat biiiiig grates keeping folks out!" His mouth stretched out, drawling the words as if to emphasize that the pipes and the grates were just too big to fit into the words he was using. "And you when I see a greaaaat biiiiig grate keeping me from seeing what's on the other side, well, I just GOTTA find out what's over there! And these pipes led *into* the palace, so naturally I just slipped in!" He spun around suddenly and was face-to-face with Ironhoof. "Which brings me back to YOUR question, of course, because I did not eat a spiderweb, why would I? Silly thing to do, of course, I wouldn't even lick a spider web, disgusting. And you know why that's wrong, and I did no such thing? Because it's a very good question, a very good question indeed, and I will tell you WHY I did not lick a spiderweb!" He paused dramatically, taking a deep breath, and then let out a triumphant, "BeCAUUUUUUSE! That would imply a spider made it!" He spun around again, walking down the hall away from Princess Celestia and the guards, confident in the absolute reason and logic of his argument. "Come along, Iron!" he cried merrily.