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Well, after searching all other forums for this thread before finally coming here--as should have been obvious--I'm leaving ya'll with an update. I do fully intend to return to this board, it's just that life, right now, is incredibly hectic. So...I need to say farewell for awhile. I don't have a definite time period for my hiatus, and I feel terrible for any RPs I've left intermingle (I don't think there are any....I've lost like my two most important characters, anywho.) Anyway, I'm not going to be online much longer after this post, other than to wrap up any PMs I might have. I'm sure when S3 comes out, I might regain some inspiration, but....at this point in time, I have no inspiration for ponies. Not to draw them, RP them, write about them....nothing. I can't even focus on the Fics I used to read loyally. So, it is with a heavy heart that I take a much needed break from this site. I love you all, my pony brothers and sisters. And, as Holly Dash would say, 'Ah'll be seein' ya'll!'

Cerena listened to the princess lament on the changing of the world around her. As she spoke...Cerena became suddenly aware of the reality of the Princess' age. It...was exponential. She never even took a moment to consider the thought of immortality--but she supposed, it was not a thing meant to be intently focused upon, nor something a normal pony should consider at all. "See?" Cerena smiled at the princess, "There you go again--proving my words true! You ARE interesting-and smart, and pretty, and in my opinion--rather gallant." She chuckled softly, "If it were me, I don't know that I would have been kind enough to accept going out into the Everfree forest with somepony you'd never met before...I imagine as someone of your extensive responsibilities, I was probably a bit of an inconvenience...but even if we never meet again....I was really happy to meet you, Princess." She smiled brightly at the lunar princess, the rising sun in the distance bringing the familiar pull at the back of her eyelids. She held back the yawn that was threatening to emerge.

Putting in a new app, seeing as how I was booted out for a month of inactivity, that was beyond my control... Name: Holly Dash nickname: 'Tutti Frutti' Sex: Female Age: young Mare Species: Unicorn Pelt Color: 'gala pink' as according to LTL wiki Mane/Tail/Markings Color & Style: Similarly styled to Rainbow Dash, it is often seen quite rough around the edges. She does, however enjoy pulling it back from time to time, a loose bun or low riding pony tail are not uncommon to be seen on her. Her mane is striped blue, yellow and purple. Eye Color: Violet Cutie Mark: A single, plump strawberry. Physique: Short and average, she is very active, but not too thin. She loves to race, and never turns down a competition. Origin: Born, and, unfortunately raised, in Beakbreak City. Roleplay Type: Mane Occupation: Fruit merchant, traveler Motivation: To see all the great cities of Equestria-even those in the sky, and bring joy to those around her with her delicious fruit. She also aspires to improve on her life skills as she travels--and ultimately, to settle down in the most wonderful town of them all--yet to be discovered, of course, and raise her own fillies and foals, and a garden all her own. Likes: Fruit-strawberries are the best, fruit pies, well-rounded ponies, family ponies, children, learning, gardening, talking to species not pony, traveling, learning Dislikes: bully ponies, bad parents, vegetables, elderly ponies(she thinks they're icky, but respects them), fru-fru ponies, dishonest ponies, she doesn't much care for adult griffons (but will talk to them given the chance never the less); hates losing, bugs, weeds Character Summary: Holly Dash was born in Beakbreak City, to a pair of irresponsible parents, far too young and deviant to have a filly. Her father was a thief, and her mother was a con artist. Both were wanted by the law of Equestria, and that is what wound them up in Beakbreak. Both of them had terrible addictions to the deadly nightshade, and although Holly's mother loved her filly, she was an uncontrollable liar, and her daughter grew up to know never to trust what her mother told her, never to give her things when she begged for them, never to give in to prying hooves and eyes. She sought out solitude behind a closed door, in her box of a room, and counted the days until she would be a grown up pony, and be able to strike out on her own. It was at about the age when normal fillies head out to school, that her father left. He did not say goodbye--all that Holly recalled was that her mother cried for what seemed like forever. Then, things got a little better. Her mom let her go to school, if only to get her out of the house. She was sometimes locked out of the house, when her mother was in a fit. She didn't mind, though, she made friends with the griffon children in the neighborhood, and found her way to the library, small though it was in this dingy dirty town, and found herself learning things at a remarkable rate. It was on such an occasion to the library, that she saw her first depiction of what would later become her talent in life. A picture book, filled with mouth watering pictures--strawberries, blueberries, blackberries, grapes, and more--all ripe and juicy right there on the pages. She had never seen such wonderful looking food! It was then, for the first time in her life, that she found herself wanting something more--and she begged her mother for it. Her mother, in a stupor from one of her many mind-numbing leaves, fumbled, and complied. After what seemed like an eternity, her mother returned from her 'shopping trip.' She had mostly salt licks, so much that a pony could stumble for weeks without remembering it, and yet in one bag--one tiny bag, there was something special. Something small, something just for her! Seeds. Tiny little strawberry seeds, all packaged up in a little bag no bigger than her tiny filly hoof. Yet nothing enthralled her more. Her mother--already sucking down her salt lick, casually remarked that her daughter should 'make sure you water those.' ButHolly did more than that. She remembered everything about raising these plants from her library books. She buried them in the dampest, thickest looking soil she could find around their dry and irreparable home, and using a jar with holes poked in the lid, she sprinkled water over them. She talked to them every day, she would read books to them, and every day it seems there was more and more green covering her little garden--but still, she didn't see any red. No fruit had even sprouted the little tiny nubs of green buds that make strawberries. She was beginning to lose all hope. It was on a day where she was reading about all the lands of Equestria--out loud to her plants, of course, that it happened. Magic happened. She had never done magic before, yet here it was dragging her off. She fought it, initially, as the horn on her head grabbed her whole body and pulled her along, but with nothing here truly holding her back, she succumbed to it. It dragged her at first, but then began to tug at her every fiber, and soon she found herself running with it, chasing--what she did not know. It had been dark when she was reading with her berries, by candle light, in the wee hours of the morning. The sky was slowly lightening as her horn directed her along--higher and higher into the sharp, high peaks of the Roughrider Ridges. Finally, with her hooves ready to fall off, the magic stopped. She had never been so high up, and never had it been so dark. She was terrified to find her way down. She looked back the way she came, and shivered-the cold wind that slammed against the mountain blowing right through her. Then suddenly, little glimmers of light drifted from the east--from Canterlot. There, miles and miles in the distance, the Summer Sun Celebration was occurring--the most beautiful sunrise she had ever seen. The light spread across the great land of Equestria, and suddenly...she knew. She knew what she wanted to do. She knew where she wanted to go, and that she wanted to grow. And as she looked down the steep ridges, she saw--hardly a speck from this distance, but she saw, next to her gnarled old shack--the bright, swollen red fleck of strawberries--dozens of them, all over her little green patch. As her face lit up with joy, and her heart swelled with hope, her cutie mark--a rosy red single strawberry, glowed to life on her flanks. She set to work after that--collecting every piece of scrap wood she could find, she began to build. It was slow work, as wood seemed hard to come by. She grew older, and her garden grew with her--it was now filled with little berry bushes, and tomatoes, and even a vine of watermelon. All of it grew, along with her creation. Finally, with money saved up from selling her delicious fruit to her neighbors, she was able to buy them--two, beautiful, wooden, wheels. She carefully attached them to what she had built, her cart, and admired her fine work. She had gotten rid of the only dress she owned to make the halter to go over her shoulders and back, but it was well worth it. She was ready to go. To travel all of Equestria. And someday...maybe even Celestia would praise her for the deliciousness of her fruit. She packed up all of her plants, digging them out to the root so that they could be moved and replanted. It was slow workings, loading up that cart with her garden, but it would be worth it someday, she knew. Now came the hard part. Attempting to tell her mother. Well, at least she thought it would be hard. It turned out, at her saying that she was going--tears welled in her eyes to have to tell her mother--the old mare was overjoyed. Albeit she was probably a bit wired from the leaf, she praised Celestia for finally getting rid of such a useless daughter. Fully crying now, Holly left in a flurry of tears, head hanging low as she walked out of Beakbreak. It was then--as she didn't watch where she was going, that she crashed into the thick chest of a stallion. She fumbled with apologies, wiping her eyes with her hoof, and avoiding eye contact with the stranger. "Holly?" She looked up to the stallion at hearing her name, and was astounded. It was her father. His hair was clean-cut, his eyes were clear and not glassy, and his coat had a sheen to it. He was--he was clean! Her jaw slacked, her face aghast, "Dad?!" He nodded solemnly, and saw her cart, "So...how....how is yur mother?" She couldn't hide the pained expression on her face, "She...well...she...." She cut herself off, and looked at him with eyes that spoke the truth, "Ya know." He nodded glumly, and looked to the ground, "I um...Ah'm gonna take care of her now." Holly tilted her head, " 'Take care of her'??" She repeated the phrase, a bit lost by the words, but then suddenly, angry, "NOW ya come back? NOW that ya don't have to take care of a little filly, right?!" "No,Ah--Ah never meant...." Holly's eyes pierced through to him, and he sighed, "Ah didn't want to leave you--but Ah knew that I couldn't get help without leaving....and Ah swore Ah'd come back someday and take care of you...both of ya." She scowled at him, "Well....you can have her. She doesn't want me no more." He was astounded, "Yur mother--she loves you, she's probably just...just..." She sighed, "It's alright. Ah know." her eyes welled with tears, "Ah'll...Ah'm going to sell fruit....on the road." She smiled, "Just...uh....send a letter...when you guys get settled somewhere new, or something...." She moved to start walking again, and he stopped her, drawing her into a hug. Quietly, he told her he was proud of her, and that he loved her. They parted, and she headed into Equestria, suddenly filled with that bright shining joy she first felt when she had seen her strawberries grow for the first time. She trotted faster as she neared the bottom of the ridges, past Bareback Gulch, and was at a run when she went into the Everfree Forest. It took what seemed like forever before she found a town--Ponyville, it was called. She was merrily selling fruit, when a sudden invasion of Parasprite overtook the town, and sent her packing, before all of her food and her cart would be gone. She continued to travel, past an apple orchard, and on towards Canterlot, where she found, just inside of Whitetail Woods, a place. A clearing with fertile soil, and nopony nearby. She left her cart here, and looked around. Nopony to be seen until much closer to Solstice Heights, this was perfect. She magicked out her hoof-made gardening tools, and got to work, hoeing out neat rows of garden, and magicked her uprooted plants back into the ground. She now grows her fruit there, and travels with her cart all over Equestria, selling the most delicious fruit Equestria has ever known! Relationships: First off, her dog, Buck, a black Newfoundland. He rescued her from drowning under the ice one winter. Friends: Stormsong (close friends. Met at TROTL, and have since grown in their friendship. Stormsong saved Holly from a fire.) Applejack (met at TROTL, have hung out and fought a fire together.) Zephyr (friends. Holly thought she had a crush on him, and he didn't feel the same. The two parted as sort-of friends.) Acquaintences: N/A Existing family: Mother (Beakbreak) Father (Beakbreak)

Lockin' in mah plugs.

Cerena stared at the princess, jaw agape, eyes stretched wide, blinking dumbfoundedly. For once in the night...she was struck speechless. She stared at the princess, opening and closing her mouth uncomprehendingly. Then she turned her head down to her hooves, and thought a time to think on her words. "Uh...ah....y...you think you're....dull?!" She was completely flabbergasted. She could not believe the princess had such an opinion of herself, "You....You're not dull! Ponies who spend all day....singing, and gabbing, and dancing, and doing this day in and day out--THAT is DULL!" She crinkled her nose at the thought, "YOU! You...you are by far THE most fascinating pony I have ever met! And I dare say I know nearly every pony in Canterlot! For you to write yourself off so easily....why, I find it....befuddling!" She looked back to her hooves, trying to think how she could further explain how the princess was so interesting to her. Then she noticed movement. The first, and furthest east buds were closing, and the first rays of the sun were beginning to extend across the field, and one by one, the buds were beginning to shut. "Look!" She shouted, jumping to her feet on the cloud, eyes gleaming with delight.

Okay, I might not be quite THAT broken up, but I am stuck in a bit of a mental rutt, and I just...was having trouble bearing ponies for a while. I could barely stand real life, let alone pony life. I don't know what came over me. A weird...freaky....wave of depression...or something like that. Well, I'm over it, and slowly but surely, I'll be climbing back into regular postings. Please forgive my sudden....well, drop out of existence. I've been doing some art in this time, and that I may also post soon....I beg your forgiveness and indulgence in my stupid....human...ness. *bow*

Cerena found that question a bit more quizzical, "Well....um...how....um...how do I put this nicely?" She tapped her chin, her cheeks growing rosy as she tried to think how best to phrase it, "I think....day ponies....that is, most, if not all ponies, are kind of....boring..." She laughed, feeling awkward for admitting it, "I mean, yeah, the day is great and all, but...who always WANTS to see their own hoof in front of their face, y'know? I think a little bit of mystery is nice. And besides, there's nothing there at night that isn't there during the day, too! I mean...dragons and monsters don't just....POOF! Vanish because it's day time!" As she spoke she subconsciously buried her hooves into the fluffy white below her, "I mean....I get along with everypony just fine but...." She blushed and turned away a little, "I've never met anyone who was nearly as interesting as you....." She realized suddenly how that may have sounded, and whipped back around, still flushed in embarrassment, "I mean not because you're a princess! I mean, you are a princess of course, but that's not why you're interesting! I mean, being a princess IS interesting of course, I just meant that YOU--Pfff....gaw. I'm not making any sense, am I?" She huffed a sigh, shutting herself up before she made herself sound any worse...and also making a quick note how the moon seemed to be still lingering at the edge of the horizon....

Bon Bon Bon Bon sighed heavily, still thinking about Lyra and her own overreaction to the kiss. She knew she'd feel nothing but foolish if she just slumped back and apologized to Lyra....it's not like it really was that big of a deal....it certainly wasn't any kind of betrayal--not that there was anything holding them together. That thought made her cringe with uneasiness. She hated knowing that at any given point in time....what if Lyra decided she really didn't like fillies? What if she left? The thought of it brought tears welling to her eyes--most unbecoming, especially as she neared the front of the line. Only a couple more ponies in front of her. She cast her shimmering eyes around, searching...reaching for Lyra in confusion, not knowing whether she actually wanted to find her or make sure that she couldn't be seen. Ponies were shoving in behind her in the line though, and it was hard to see much beyond their mulling conversations. She peered down as little Applebloom trotted by, bow bobbing perkily, not even bother with a greeting as the little yellow filly started conversing with another pony. She glanced up and saw Applejack at the booth, where a stallion had just pressed a kiss right on AJ's lips, much to the orange pony's embarrassment. Bon Bon smiled a bit. How stupid was she?! This was APPLEJACK she was freaking out about. The idea of kissing a filly she'd lived in the same town as for years brought a blush to her cheeks. No wonder Lyra had wanted to do this! She could not help it as she shifted on and off her hooves impatiently, now caught up herself in the excitement.

Bon Bon Bon Bon was only further confused by the sudden hug and confusing advice from the other stallion. What was with stallions today? Excessively nice, if you asked her! She pushed the stallion away as he simultaneously left of his own will, giving him a bewildered look, and shaking her head. None of them understood, none of them could possibly know how it felt. It felt like....it felt like a betrayal. Sure, she knew Lyra meant nothing of it, but it still hurt that she wouldn't even tell her. Wouldn't leave a note as to where she was going....Bon Bon gladly would have joint into the fun! The two of them could've been kissed together, even! It wasn't that she felt that Lyra had 'cheated' on her--just...abused her trust. She trodded a few steps away, just far enough that it was still apparent she was in line. She didn't care if Lyra found her. She'd give the minty mare a piece of her mind! "Beg pardon, sirs, but please....I need to work this out on my own," She smiled politely, "Thank you for your kindness."

Bon Bon gave a small smile. She didn't even know this stallion, but his words did comfort her...perhaps it was his gift. She sighed, the line seemed to be moving some. She pushed away his hoof. How could she face Lyra, though? She was so...she had acted so...so.... Bon Bon's ears snapped upright at the sound of Lyra's voice. Ohhh...she couldn't possibly face her! She ducked her head down below Mythos' taller form, shuffling behind him, "Shhh....hide me! I can't face her....I....I don't even know if I can forgive her.....she's just so.....infuriating sometimes!"

Ferngully. I didn't remember like....any of it.

Bon Bon turned to the stallion at her side and sniffed, wiping her tears away quickly. Now even strangers were coming up to her! Oh, how could she have let this happen?! She felt absolutely ridiculous! "Oh! I-ah-I'm sorry...I'm just being stupid, my.....my...." she paused, fumbling for a word. She had never figured out how to express such a thing to a stranger, "Well...my...life partner? Ugh, well, I don't know about life anymore...." The thought of living without Lyra brought tears once again to her eyes, and she hiccuped, stifling the sobs back, "It's not like she cheated on me or anything...I don't know...maybe I'm overreacting. But....she kissed another filly....and didn't even bother to tell me where she was going....or invite me along...." Why was she telling this stallion all this? Maybe she just needed somepony to vent to, "It just....really frustrates me...."

[[OOC: sorry, Tales....I know....I suck. ]] Cerena watched the way the princess spread her wings, and visibly flinched as she noticed the princess' twinge at the pain in her wing. She had forgotten that Luna had had quite a bit of a topple. She had not known the princess had hurt her wing.... She seemed well enough with her magic, though, to get up to cloud-level. Cerena thought for certain the princess would merely remain afloat seperately, on her own little puff of cloud, and was quite surprised to see the lunar princess reattach herself to the cloud below her own body. It made her blush, a little. The princess was so...nice. Surely she had been unnecessarily cruel to assess the princess as she had before.... She blinked herself back to attention as the princess honored her with a question, "Oh, yes, of course! These, and the nightworms of the Galapagos are some of my favorite night sites. Though, I figured digging up worms in the moonlight wasn't uhh....Princess-suiting." she giggled at the thought of those fancy silver-shod hooves covered in a layer of mud, "You'll rarely find me in the day time-I usually get to sleep around 6am, and get up around three or four in the evening....I'm always rushing to shops that are about to close at 5!" She molded the cloud between her forehooves into a bowl-like shape, "Then I have my night class, and I stay up all night either exploring or...." she shrugged, "Doing whatever. Reading, singing, dancing....playing with fireflies--let me tell you, fireflies get REALLY lonely, because all the nature ponies are up with the butterflies!" She sighed and smooshed the bowl back into the cloud, "It can get kind of lonely by myself....this is the first time anypony's ever stayed up with me all night...."