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All around you is a great ring of dirt. Dirt that thousands of hooves have packed down. Dry, pounded, solid, firm, unmoving- like the many competitors that have gathered on-top of it to contend with one another in sport. There is excitement in the air- some ponies wrestle, some ponies are warming up by stretching, others practice with one another- sparring or assisting in wild motions. Many ponies have gathered just to gawk in awe at the massive turn out- thousands of ponies share the vast ring- the chaotic athletic display is amazing. The noise- overwhelming. The anticipation in the air- thrilling.

Some tents sporadically line the ring, others have been pitched inside of it haphazardly. Each tent seems to offer something different- foods from different regions of Equestria; water or refreshing drinks of wide variety. Some tents seem set up to simply off shade from the hot sun. Looking around would reveal that it seems many ponies have come to make a few bits off of the crowd as well- snacks, treats, and souveniers and oddities fill the hooves and mouths of fillies and colts as they scurry about. A few more regal tents- vivid in color and almost gaudy in trappings, seem to have clustered together indicating some fancier residents of Canterlot have made their way here today as well. It seems like anypony could show up- to either participate or watch the events.

It is sure to prove an exciting day!

(Open RP allowed in this thread)

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Lady had her tent all set up, it was a beautiful pail pink and yellow tent that had a small magic powered fan in it to keep it nice and cool, her booth was set up with her delicious dried goodies and pastries, including her home made jams , a few loaves of fresh still slightly steaming apple cinnamon bread, some preserves, some candied apples, a little bit of apple goodness, and plenty of good cold lemonade that had slices of frozen apple, peaches and strawberries floating in it for a unique flavor experience.

Once she was sure all her goodies were looking their best she fluffed her mane slightly and got behind the table and waited, she did enjoy watching but she couldn't turn away the opportunity to make a few bits ! Some young colt had thrown his baseball accidentally and had crashed shattering the glass of one of her store windows... and that needed fixed.

"I do declare it's a hot day, I reckon it would be mighty neighborly of me if I give the pony folk here some refreshment..." She said tapping her chin slightly and got out a fine ink quill and a bit of paper writing " Free Lemonade for the hot and thirsty" in her brilliant cursive and sat it by the big pitcher of lemonade.

"That should get em here "

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Acorns. So many acorns. It were just so many acorns. Too many. The elderly stallion was still panting from running - or more or less walking the end of - the race with the potatoes. It reminded him to not let his pride get the better of him, next time..

Acorn Seed, one of the many visitors to the event and even a participant was more than exhausted by the long run he had to make, just to keep his pride untouched. Yet, the fierce fighter had lost all of his energy, and needed to rest. Tired as he was, he removed the harness once again and trotted over to a tent. The tent was apparently offering free lemonade for those who wanted it. Even though Acorn wasn't exactly one of the ponies who would enjoy a glass of lemonade whenever there was.. well, ANYTHING else, it was free and it looked professional enough.

And boy, was he thirsty!

He trotted in, a short puff escaping his mouth before nodding firmly. ''Hmm.. yes.. quite the nice.. tent you got here.'' he said, as looked at the filly standing there. ''I saw you were .. offering.. lemonade. Might i have a glass?'' he asked, and smiled quickly, before reverting back into a semi-frown.

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The Skybright twins wandered through the Open Air Ring between events to cool off and hopefully catch up with friends and watch the bearers of the Elements of Harmony play in some of the events.

Hoss especially wanted to catch up with Jubilee, while Shanna hoped to catch the eye of a likely stallion.

One sign suddenly got their attention. "Free" "Lemonade!"

Already tired and thirsty, the twins made a beeline right to the tent, filled with the smells of delicious foods. "Hello, we would each like a glass please." "And we'll stay for some of that apple cinnamon bread I smell..."

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"Is Sugar Sweet?" She asked taking hold of one of the pretty paper cups she had bought just for this and poured him a nice full cup, making sure he got a strawberry and a rasberry in his cup "Here you are!" She said offering it to the sort of grumpy looking pony "Why honey you have just the sweetest smile! You should show it off more..Here tell you what since you are my FIRST visitor ..." She got out a knife and cut into one of her dried apple pies and put it on a napkin for him "Why don'tcha have this on the house hn?" Lady was always for being friendly, and really if she didn't make a single bit today she would live, she'd much rather make other ponies happy by enjoying her food and company "If you are tuckered why don'tcha sit a spell and enjoy the shade? I could use the company" She batted her eye lashes "I'm Pink Lady by the way..but ya'll can call me

Lady..."

There were suddenly two other ponys there! "Why HELLO Darlins!" She said flashing her smile"Lemonade comin right up!" Pouring them both a glass that had bits of blueberries and strawberries floating in it, pushing it over she flashed another dazzling smile "Ooh Good Choice SugarCube" Slicing them a thick slice...again Lady felt generous "Here ya are on the house for being my second customers!"

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It really was a beautiful day to kick off the festivities, Polaris thought – not that Princess Celestia would have allowed anything less, surely. His pavilion – imperial purple and gold – was full of all the comforts of home, scattered with plush rugs and carpets, heated and lit by magical means and really quite, quite perfect for a charmingly rustic day out. Most importantly, Vintage Cru, his sommelier, had outdone herself – ranks of some of the finest vintage wines and champagnes, perfect for celebrations, had been laid on from the rambling cellars of Fetlock Hall, ready for congratulations of all sorts – or simply for light, festive drinks with other spectators. Hampers stood under chilling enchantments; Head Chef Canape's contribution, stocked full of delicious vol-au- vents, sandwiches, salads and crackers, cheeses and fruits and, of course, chocolates and cakes for the sweet-toothed duke.

Various friends and acquaintances had been dropping by all morning; they'd all turned out in force to watch the best and brightest compete against one another, to see and be seen, to bet on this pony or that one in the events that had been announced so far, to laugh and sparkle in the brilliant sunshine, to show off.

The whirling round of drinks and introductions, of trilling laughter and elegant little follies of magic, of fine food and champagne, all that was fine and good – but Polaris had stepped out of that rarefied cluster of tents and into the Open Air Ring proper, leaving behind his golden hoofguards and cloth-of-gold cloak, his top hat and horn-rings, the sparkling jewels and extravagant fabrics that were such a necessity in the higher circles of pony society. He mingled, gracefully, with the crowds, schlepping from one tent to another – munching contentedly on a chocolate apple from one stall, examining an Iron Pony souvenir from another and simply soaking up the atmosphere, from the ponies doing calisthenics in preparation for events to the overexcited colts and fillies that charged, with merry abandon, through the weaving masses of ponies.

The brilliant sunshine and cloudless sky was perfect for the Iron Pony events as a whole, true, but Celestia above, it meant heat, and lots of it, especially in an area where so many ponies were gathered. Polaris felt himself start to get sticky, over-hot, and his weak eyes happened to zero in on a sign; he couldn't make the first few words out, but the latter half read 'for the hot and thirsty,' and so he made a beeline for the welcoming shade of the tent behind said sign.

Inside was much cooler; a breeze ruffled Polaris's once well-kept mane, freeing the last strands of it from a purple ribbon which the duke stowed away in a pocket with an embarrassed smile when he felt it slithering down his flank. “Oh, that's better,” he said, with no small relief. “Blessings upon whichever pony owns this tent. I do declare I was about to melt out there! I don't suppose anypony knows where I can buy a cool drink, do they?” He knew there were other ponies in the tent with him, but his eyes hadn't adjusted from the bright blaze of the sun outside just yet.

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Gilda wasn't in the best of moods. Sure, she still was still more than confident that when the day was through and all the competitors had had their turn, she would be crowned as the victor of the tug of war event and any other event lucky enough to be graced by her presence. All the same, cleaning the mud out of her feathers had left her in a rather sour mood. That she was still in this lame Ponyville only made things worse. To top it all off, the struggle at the tug of war had left her kinda thirsty and out for some refreshment.

This last part she could solve pretty easily though. She had found her way to the Open Air Ring where refreshments could be found. Her eyes found a tent advertising free lemonade and some other treats. That'd do fine; she wasn't in the mood to search for anything better. She walked up to the tent and stared the pink maned pony working at it down.

"Hey pony, lemonade, now!" she half roared, showing not a shred of courtesy or respect. She looked at some of the foods and pastries and decided she could maybe stand to eat something too. "Also, any of this food you selling actually edible? If I actually have to pay for something it better not suck!"

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Goodness! Lady decided then and there she wasn't going to charge anyone for a sweet treat and a little refreshment, taking her sign of food prices she pitched it over her shoulder, and changed the sign to say "Free TREATS and Lemonade for the hot and thirsty" Instead, she was about to greet the duke when a rather angry gryphon yelled at her for Lemonade and something to eat...she'd heard snickering earlier about a Gryphon being pulled into the mud! This must be her! The poor dear was probably hot and thirsty, and hungry...and a little embarassed.

"Ofcourse Dear!" She said pouring her cup nice and full making sure many of the frozen fruit pieces fell into it and offered it to her, before pondering and selecting a good thick slice of her dried apple cinnamon loaf bread and put it on a napkin "No charge dear! I do suppose you are entering the Competition? Such a strong Gryphon against the other ponies why it hardly seems fair" She chuckled "I wish you luck though I doubt someone like you needs it hn?"

She then turned her attention to the rather regal stallion and felt for a moment her breath escape her, why he was rather handsome.. she giggled pouring him a glass as well "Good sir come here and have a drink hn? It's no charge! Would you like something to eat as well? In this weather it's good to keep hydrated and well fed is it not?"

Oooh she hoped he would stay...

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Well, this was a pleasant place for ponies to be picnicking...so full of life and so many things to watch and enjoy!

Berry Punch trotted casually into the spectator ring area, a picnic basket and such nestled onto a wheeled trailer wheeling behind her since she much preferred to keep her mouth free of items when she was out and about with other ponies - such as she was right now, her daughter close by as she looked around for some place to sit and relax amongst the other ponies, keeping an eye out for one in particular.

Berry had opted out of making a stall for the Iron pony celebrations, seeing as she didn't want to actively miss anything going on in the event itself...and seeing that she ran the juice bar pretty much every day of the year, she felt that there was definitely room to take a break.

She stopped, after finding a nice large enough place for her and pinchy to take settlement on, and places a rather large {and typical} red/white picnic blanket out over the ground, before casually laying out everything she'd prepared for the afternoons outdoor snacking - yes, there were tents of food and other delicious things, but Berry wasn't about to spend too many bits on food she could easily obtain from nearby her own home for cheap, along with some supplies of various drinks she'd made herself.

The spread itself was the usual fare - sandwiches, a few cake slices, fruits, portable cartons of both regular and fruit salads...along with various other little treats, tidbits and the like. She liked to be prepared for days like this, and had spent much of the morning making sure that everything she had was made well and then packed away neatly into the trailer for escorting to this little relaxing get-together on the park.

Now all Berry had to do was wait here for one pony to show up in particular, as they had arranged - and then the good times could truly roll today!

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Gilda stared at the pony, stunned for a moment. This strange pink-maned pony had just replied to her gently and calmly like nothing had happened. She wasn't used to this kind of reaction. When she ordered a pony to do something like that, they usually either fell apart into a meek ball of compliance or they snapped back violently and actually tried to match her. This was different, and for several seconds, Gilda hadn't a clue how to respond.

"Er... well," she eventually started with some hesitation. She looked at the lemonade and cinnamon bread and the back at the pony, then shook her head and took what was being offered her. "Uh... thanks, I guess..."

She felt awkward; by being so aggressively nice this pony was really throwing her off. She tried to shake it out of herself and then nodded, before forcing the pride back into her face. "Yeah, that's right. I'm in this competition." She laughed. "And I'm gonna win it too! I hardly know what all you little ponies are even gonna do when it turns out your Iron Pony this year is an Iron Griffon!"

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"And I'm gonna win it too! I hardly know what all you little ponies are even gonna do when it turns out your Iron Pony this year is an Iron Griffon!"

"And yet...no one is the champion forever. Iron of today is rust of tomorrow." said unicorn stallion who troted to the tent.

Dressed in grey trench coat, stetson on his head , green non-transparent sunglasses covering his eyes and two swords on his sides, Swift Squall was looking for a drink. And he founded it.

"Can I have a lemonade please? Thank you." he asked Lady and put bids on the table with his magic.

"And yes, I know it's free...but such resourcefulness and..." he took a sip "..and care put in making such refreshment just needs to be rewarded." few more coins joined those already on the table. He was overpaying three times but he didn't care.

"It's rather sad that are some who does not understand spirit of competition. It's the struggle that counts...testing ones limits." he turned his head towards Gilda.

"I wonder miss griffon...are you trying to prove something or you making up for other things? While victory gives us satisfaction the loss always teach us something."

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"No charge?" Polaris's eyes widened - it wasn't something he usually experienced. "Well, thank you kindly indeed!" Without further ado, arctic light expertly lofted the tall lemonade glass, condensation beading its sides, letting him take a long draught, eyes closed in pleasure at the feeling of chilled liquid sliding down his gullet, spreading coolness through his body.

"Ahhh, that's the ticket! The water of life - literally - in this heat." Polaris considered the tentpony's generous offer of food seriously for some time, before remarking, slightly ruefully: "It's good of you to offer food, but I've been grazing through my hampers ever since I got here. With some help, admittedly, but I've still managed to make a fairly substantial inroad." He thought back to the sundried tomato, rosemary, mushroom and Camembert tartlets he'd breakfasted on with a smile. Healthy and tasty in one.

"I quite agree the athletes need to keep themselves hydrated and fed - especially for the endurance races - but as a self-confessed lazy spectator, the most I really have to worry about is falling asleep in the sunshine! Still, I'm sure the medical ponies are on standby in case somepony has an accident; with so many ponies - and other races, of course-" that was addressed to Gilda, feathers still rather ruffled and grubby in places, but puffed out in characteristic griffon pride "-so close together, it's best to be prepared."

Polaris cocked his head at the griffon as she proudly announced her intention to win the Iron Pony. Brash and confident, as most of her race were, but there was nothing wrong with being proud of one's skills. "Why, we'll give you the trophy and medals and a big cheer, just like we would if a pony won, of course. Might I have your name, in case I decide to have a little flutter on some of the events?"

Just then, their convivial little group was joined by another unicorn stallion, most impractically-dressed for the day - although Polaris did think back to the cloth-of-gold and silk waiting for him in his pavilion - with swords, of all things, strapped to his side. 'Perhaps he's one of the Guards. Then again, I've never seen them wear anything like this...maybe he's plainclothes? I don't think you could find a less-Royal Guard-like outfit if you tried. Well, maybe a ballgown, but that'd come with its own set of problems,' Polaris shook his head to clear it of whimsical thoughts.

"Come come, there's nothing wrong with wanting to win! Nothing like a bit of personal motivation to make the struggle all the sweeter, eh? No need to cast aspersions just because somegriffon's getting herself primed for the competitions ahead."

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Acorn nodded firmly and smiled faintly at the mare. ''Sugar is sweet. So, yes.'' he replied, before shaking his head. ''Sweetest smile? I've never had a sweet smile!'' he muttered, and grunted. ''.. Thanks for the compliment though.'' he said, as he looked at the cup and the piece of cake that soon followed. He was relatively impressed about the service he got here. And all of it was free, to boot.

''Thank you.'' he said again, and continued smiling faintly at the mare. The invitation, even if he had to move on, he couldn't let slip by. ''I'll stay around, yes. Thank you.. Lady.'' he said, before starting to sip from the lemonade. After having downed the entire glass, he put it back down and took a small bite of the pie, before brushing the crumbs out of his mustache.

He shook his head a bit and looked around. It seemed that the tent was getting rather.. crowded. Lots of ponies were interested in the offering of free lemonade. Granted, it was free and it was rather .. good lemonade, even if the elderly stallion didn't like lemonade to begin with. He chuckled and looked at Lady. ''If you need me for whatever reason, i'll be standing outside the tent, with my cart. With acorns. You probably can't miss it.'' he muttered, and nodded. ''The name, if you wanted to know too, is Acorn Seed.'' he said, and brushed his mustache. ''.. Nice to meet you.'' he said quickly, before trotting through the horde of ponies, reaching the exit of the tent. He trotted out and stood by his cart, grunting and looking around.

He could've stayed in that tent with all those ponies he didn't know, or he could just await for .. ANYTHING to happen. He leaned against the cart and sighed, taking a acorn from the large heap and threw it up, catching it in his mouth. Good ol' acorns, they still made great snacks.

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The Bay colored pegasi twins, bounced happily on their hooves at the generous offer of free apple cinnamon bread for being the second customers.

They chorused "Thank you, Miss Pink Lady!" and gratefully took the bread.

Hoss and Shanna ambled over to join Duke Polaris. "Good day, your Grace. Might we join you?"

Hoss smiled "I am afraid we may not look our best, we have been participating in the events here and there."

The twins cheered when Pink Lady tossed the price sign and said everything was free. "May we donate some bits for more lemonade?" "I think you will need to be resupplied soon as good as this is."

Shanna looked over to Gilda and raised her glass in salute "I'll cheer if you win with the same good sportsmanship you showed at the Tug-of-War. Way to go, Gilda!"

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"Come come, there's nothing wrong with wanting to win! Nothing like a bit of personal motivation to make the struggle all the sweeter, eh? No need to cast aspersions just because somegriffon's getting herself primed for the competitions ahead."

Only when the other unicorn spoke to him Swift noticed his presence. His eyes widened in surprise - Thanks Celestia for his shades which hidden that reaction - for Squall reconized that stalion immediately. It was Polaris, Duke of Manhattan.

"Great" he tought "Duke of Manehattan and Count of Fillydelphia in the same tent. How great feed for the media"

Well maybe not...his father was a press magnate and usually - at Squall request - titles that belonged to him didn't written about him much. Even the Count of Fillydelphia thing wasn't real. While it was true that Swift Squall was count he didn't possesed any real political power. It just so happened that he was sole heir of the last surviving familiy among "The Founding Eight" - eight aristocratic clans who seattled over Manebrush River. That in turn brought other settlers to that location...and that was how Fillydelphia was made. Count of Fillydelphia was just public nickname - Squall didn't care but at the same time, knew that other did and that they took it seriously.

But it appeared that Polaris didn't reconized him. Squall prefered for it to stay that way. He respected Duke diplomatic accomplishments but in Swift opinnion except being nobles they didn't happen to have much in common - opposite in fact.

Except that their mothers knew each other and were friends - both former sportsmares and such...

Still Squall was sure that mom wasn't speaking much about her son - him being runaway and all...

He still pulled down tail of his coat to hide his Cutie Mark. Just in case...

"No...there is nothing wrong with winning." emerald maned stallion replied finaly. "At least not until it will overshadow everything else. I seen to many who wanted to be victorious so much that they forgotten the very purpose why they desired to win in first place." he took another sip with glum expression on his face. He indeed observed many ponies and not ponies in his day as the sell sword. Many wasted their lives aming to win at all cost. He shuddered at the tought that he could join them, if not for that one discovery about some crates and their true content...

" Don't get me wrong. I too aim for the top. But not for all cost. It's the desire which is dangerous not winning itself." he put now empty glass back on the table.

" Now if you excuse me..." he turned around, troting towards tent exit.

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"Why, we'll give you the trophy and medals and a big cheer, just like we would if a pony won, of course. Might I have your name, in case I decide to have a little flutter on some of the events?"

Gilda gave a crude laugh. She didn't know who this pony was, but already she didn't like him. Aggressively fancy types tended to just irritate her big time. Those with so much wealth and power only used it to string along those beneath them until they inevitably betrayed them. She had been through that; her recent history was stained with being used in that manner. She had escaped that nightmare in time, but the blow to her pride and to the strength of her wings would remain and continue to sting. This pony obviously didn't have anything to do with any of that, but to Gilda, it didn't really matter.

"That's right you would. You'd have no choice but to admit you'd been beat like the weak, lame little ponies you are," Gilda said with another laugh. She then shrugged. "And it's Gilda. Gilda the griffon."

"I'll cheer if you win with the same good sportsmanship you showed at the Tug-of-War. Way to go, Gilda!"

One of two other ponies in the tent said. Gilda turned her head to look at the two. They looked kind of familiar and they seemed to recognize her, but she couldn't quite place it. Ponies sometimes blurred together for her, especially after a lot of time had passed, and even more especially if they hadn't left too deep an impression in the first place. Her guess was that they weren't Dash's friends and were more likely ponies she had met somewhere else. Running of the Leaves, maybe?

"Don't worry. I'm playing this fair. I'm not stupid, and I know that if I break your stupid pony rules, I'll wind up flying home with nothing. Not worth it," Gilda said with a shrug, downing most of her lemonade.

"And yet...no one is the champion forever. Iron of today is rust of tomorrow. It's rather sad that are some who does not understand spirit of competition. It's the struggle that counts...testing ones limits. I wonder miss griffon...are you trying to prove something or you making up for other things? While victory gives us satisfaction the loss always teach us something."

The last pony in the tent Gilda decided to give her attention to was by far the most annoying of the bunch. This guy... his ridiculous outfit, his over-eagerness to give his money away, and his oh-so-cool attitude it added together to create a picture of a pompous tool. Types like him, the type that would fit well in some military outfit, bugger her even more than the nobles, though in a lot of ways they were the same; symbols of authority. For a griffon trying to cut her own path in the world, there was nothing more annoying.

This guy, before Gilda could respond to him, exchanged a few boring words with the fancy stallion and then seemed prepared to leave. Gilda shook her head. What was his deal? She had to laugh.

"You say all that nonsense and then turn your tail and run. How utterly lame," Gilda coldly scoffed. "You think your so smart and wise and all that, but you're just another pony dweeb." She shook her head noticeably and laughed. "'It's not about winning, it's about the struggle,'" Gilda's voice became aggressively mocking. "Please. That's the kind of sugary lie you tell babies to keep them from crying. The winner takes the spoils and the losers end up with nothing. That's the simple truth of the world, no matter what you spineless little ponies want to trick yourselves into believing.."

((ooc: EDIT: QuickLime has asked me to say here that she would like a chance to respond to everything happening in Pink Lady's tent, and would prefer if people held off from posting until she is able to reply. Thanks! ;-)))

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((EDIT: Just saw Quicklime's request via Phil. Sorry!))

As Shanna's request reached his sensitive ears, the duke waved an expansive hoof with a broad, happy smile. “Not at all, you two! Not at all! You can drop the 'your grace' here, by the way – this isn't a formal Canterlot ball, after all, and we do seem to be meeting on quite a regular basis as it is. Just Polaris will do, I think, since we're being informal.” He laughed at Hoss's comment; did the pegasus pony really think he'd expect ponies to be immaculate all the time?

As I said, this isn't the Grand Galloping Gala, so I really don't expect anypony – and certainly not any competitors; I expect the two of you took part in the Cloud Diving contest, yes? – to look like they've just come straight from one of the six-hour spa, makeover and pampering sessions that my mother's so fond of. I grew up in the country, remember, where there's an unlimited supply of dirt and almost as many activities guaranteed to make a pony perspire; living in Canterlot hasn't quite managed to make me forget my foalhood just yet. I promise I shan't faint at the sight of honest dirt on a pony's flank, nor at the sweat borne of exercise.” He raised his glass – mostly empty, save for a few pieces of softly-thawing fruit slumped in the bottom – in salute to the two pegasi.

Don't suppose I could tempt the two of you to dinner and drinks later on? Canapé packed enough victuals to supply half the army, and Vintage Cru must have thought I'd want to bathe in champagne, the amount of bottles she sent.

Just then, Polaris was interrupted – and distracted – by a harsh, brassy laugh, one that could only have come from a griffon's throat, an echoing, strident call, quickly followed by an almost equally brash comment from Gilda. A mildly sardonic smile flashed across his muzzle, quickly vanishing beneath a more polished expression.

And yet here you are, surrounded by us 'lame little ponies',” Polaris observed lightly. “And by your accent - or rather, lack of it - you've been in Equestria for some time. Still, far be it for a mere little pony to judge, especially since I have a feeling you'll make me a fortune in wagers of one sort or another over the Iron Pony contest.

He took a breath and readied his vocal cords. “Strong winds beneath your wings, Gilda the griffon,” he cawed, the harsh trills of the griffon language decidedly at odds with his genteel appearance. “Win honour by the strength of your talons and the steel of your resolve.

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Lady just gave Gilda and the two that offered to donate for more Lemonade a kind smile, putting the bits they gave her in a small glass jar "Thank you kindly you two"Pouring them both a second mug, though her muzzle wrinkled as a Duke strode in, helped himself to a glass of Lemonade without letting her pour it, and sort of flaunted his wealth by plunking a good sized pile of bits in front of her... her ears pinned back at that and she huffed "..Thank you" She said curtly, and some wicked part of her was glad to hear Gilda be so rude to him!

To the kind but overspeaking Duke she flashed a small smile but he was long past interested in Lady so she sighed...ofcourse a simple earth pony like herself would never catch the eyes of the Duke anyways right? So she left him to his conversation...Waving at Acorn as he left "Alright I'll be sure to come out and try some of your acorns " She said friendly-like..

It seemed everyone had settled into their own groups of converse in Lady's tent, and even though the tent was packed full Lady sort of felt..alone... She glanced at the Gryphon and moved to put a hoof gently on her shoulder to get her attention, "Excuse me Miss Gilda but I was wondering if you'd like to try one of my special cookies?" Reaching under the table into a cooler she kicked the lid off, taking out one of the pistachio and chocolate chip studded cookies that had been nestled inside so they were nice and chilled "Here you are I do wish you the best I'll come cheer for you if you'd care for the cries of one silly pony"

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Lime was a little tiny touch late due to wrapping things up at her shop, but had managed to finally arrive at their location! The pegasus landed with a graceful thump, slightly weighed down by the bag draped over her shoulder that contained a sealed container of good cold brewed coffee that was icy and delicious, and a second one containing her great parsnip and carrot gazpacho soup that would take the burn out of the day! As well as some sunblock and alone vera leaves in case any of them got a sunburn later in the day.

She kept walking and then blushed lightly as across the way she spotted her...that special somepony that made Lime's heart go thumpity thump! Berry Punch... Oooh this technically counted as a second date and Lime was nervous...but not as nervous as before, and she smiled seeing little Pinchy with her as well...Taking a deep breath she walked over to the Berry colored pony and moved to sit down by her, rubbing her head against Berry's affectionately "Why hello there gorgeous " She said and smiled lightly pushing her glasses up "And how are my two favorite ponies doing? Sorry I'm late there was a tiny incident in the shop"

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Trotting a little ways away was the familiar and rambunctious Go-Lucky boy! He had spent a few bits to buy a pretty Iron Pony themed Ribbon for his filly-friend Pinchy, On his back was a teenie tiny saddle bag that had a few of the apples from his bushel that he had gotten from AppleJack...had to get a kiss to get em though bleck..!

As he kept walking his eyes widened as he caught sight of Ruby Pinch with her Momma! He was hoping to find her so he could show off his cutie mark to her! "Pinchy! Hello!" He called bounding over with skips and hops and boing boing boing! "Piiinchy!" Reno bounced through the crowd before sorta loosing his balance and plopped down beside her though was on his back, flashing her a goofy grin "Hiii"

Dang he liked her enough to make a total clumsy doof out of himself...bleck stupid sassy Pinchy...

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Ruby Pinch, Element of Adorable, was spectating the the Iron Pony competition! But best of all, she was doing so with her most favoritest ponies in the whole world! They were going to have a picnic and watch ponies get sweaty. Woo-hoo!

She stayed close to her mother and seemed ecstatic to see Quicklime. Mommy's Special Friend seemed very popular with the little filly. "I'm doing super, Miss Quicklime! Thank you! We're watch all these really cool games! They look like fun! Someday, I wanna compete in Iron Pony!" But then, suddenly, without warning:

They came under attack by D'aw!

Reno shouted her name, and Pinchy's smile became impossibly happy! "Reno!" But then he fall at her hooves, waving up while he was on his back and being goofy. She waved back with a free hoof, the other at her muzzle trying to keep herself from giggling too much. "Hiii Reno! I'm glad you're here! Now this day is ever better!" Now she really WAS with ALL of her favoritest ponies in the whole world! She was about to ask her mother if it was of if Reno could hang out with them... When she caught sight of his flank! She gasped, eyes widening just as much as her smile. "OMIGOSH! Reno, when did you get your cutie mark?!" She was so happy for him! Happy and excited! Excited and happy!

It was almost by reflex that she scooped him up in a tight hug, squeeing with joy! "I'm so happy for you, Reno! What's your special talent? When did you find out?!" So many questions would probably be rapid-fired at the little colt, but hey, who doesn't like to talk about cutie marks?

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The bandages weren't really necessary, Flying Brick had to admit. It wasn't as if she were bleeding, after all. Still, with her normally dark-red underbelly discolored a purplish-blue from the huge bruise she'd gotten from the skydiving competition, perhaps it was best to conceal the marks. Also, it did kind of hurt if the ribs moved too much, not that the Stalliongrad mare would ever admit that!

The infirmary had been understanding, having seen much bravura in its time. They had recommended taking a break from events, which was fine with the brick-colored earth pony; not many that had been set up so far really played to her strengths. Right now, she was looking for a place to rest, and spotted a tent where ponies seemed to be convening. *That will do.* The day was hot, and she could feel the cool breeze coming from the magical fan inside. And in such tents, refreshments were often found!

It was with alacrity then, that the street acrobat trotted into the pink and yellow tent, and what should she spy but a griffon! Slightly sour-faced, but still...

"Hey! Good to see you!" Brick called out in a stentorian Stalliongrad accent to Gilda, reaching out a hoof to slap her on the back (which might have felt like a cobblestone had been thrown at her), before pulling her in quickly for the traditional Stalliongrad gesture of welcome among the lower classes, a quick, friendly, bear-like hug. "Let me buy you a drink! Ah, they are free." She remarked as she looked over to the refreshments Pink Lady had set up. "And I see you have one, quite smart! I shall get one too."

Wasting no more time, Flying Brick practically leapt over to the lemonade, uttered a quick, "Spasibo!" in gratitude to the mare, before gulping down the liquid in the glass, and then throwing the frozen fruit into her mouth as well and crunching it down with gusto. After a few noisy seconds, she gulped that down to as well, nodding approval. "Is very good for mid-event refreshments. Light, cool, but with substance at the end. Smart find." She directed this last sentence at the griffon. She'd never actually met Gilda before in her life, but she'd always liked griffons. One saw a lot more of them in Stalliongrad than in Greater Equestria, and one couldn't blame a mare for being homesick.

It was only now that she started to notice the other ponied present. She gave them a polite enough nod, along with her name, "Flying Brick. Just came from the dive, in case you wondered."

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One spectator in the crowds, a tall-ish, lean earth pony stallion hued silvery blue with a black mane streaked with platinum, had a heavy heart, though none would know it from his bearing. Thespian Thespony, actor 'by birth and by choice,’ trotted slightly, head held high as he scanned the competition grounds for anything interesting, smiling faintly, if a bit distantly. Fillydelphia had been a strikeout, Manehatten had been a setback, and now he was almost bankrupt, and would be forced to halt his search while he took on some work.

On the off-chance she would be here, Thes had come to the Iron Pony competition, only to realize that searching for one earth pony with the most typical coloration in this crowd was a foolish effort at best. He halted outside one tent, advertising free refreshments, and considered. “Well, it’s not like I know she’s even here, and getting heatstroke would not advance my goal,” Thes muted to himself, “So why not?”

He trotted in, blinking at the crowd. “My goodness!” He dipped his head to the proprietor, not shouting, but projecting his voice the way only a trained actor or singer can to be heard above the din, “It seems this is quite the popular destination today! If it’s not too much trouble, some bread and lemonade would be greatly appreciated, ma’am.” He noticed the change jar, and glanced at his remaining bits. Well, I’m going to be rooming with Word Smith, and he refuses to let me pay rent, so I think I can afford to give her the rest: the new job starts tomorrow, anyway. Embarrassed by how small an amount it truly was, he quickly dropped the bits in, hoping no one would notice and think him stingy. Thes had a generous heart, but not generous pockets.

The mare running the tent seemed a little lonely, and Thes determined to stay and chat a while.

Heart Song meandered through the crowds. Her job in Seasaddle Bay had ended, and the place just didn’t feel like home, anyway. Accordingly,the traveling pony had traveled some more. She had never been an athlete, though she’d enjoyed watching various competitions since she was a filly. So, when she realized the Iron Pony competition was more or less on her way, she decided to swing by and watch for a while.

She ended up pausing near two mares and two little ones having a picnic, and couldn’t help smiling, especially as she watched the young ones. Thes went through his clumsy stage as well, though he was a bit older… Her heart clenched, as it always did when she thought of the silvery-blue stallion. He was the only thing she missed about life in Canterlot, her own special somepony, but the life he thrived on drained her, and she didn’t want him to try to sacrifice it for her, so she’d left.

The pale-pink pony let her head droop, indigo-colored mane slipping in front of her face as she sighed, a picture of dejection quite out of place in the festive atmosphere.

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"Please. That's the kind of sugary lie you tell babies to keep them from crying. The winner takes the spoils and the losers end up with nothing. That's the simple truth of the world, no matter what you spineless little ponies want to trick yourselves into believing.."

Swift Squall stopped in his track. That kind of griffon...no...that kind of personality was what he despised with burning passion. Yes...unicorn could easily imagine doing something wicked.

"Ah that kind of worldview. How about...putting it to the test?" he asked.

With the sudden burst of speed he come in front of her. It almost looked like a teleportation but the hat laying on floor proved otherwise. Before anypony could react his face was just the inch from her beak.

"One should trample other huh?" he asked, his voice cold like the midnight air in middle of winter.

" Very well then. Let's see who will trample who...." his horn glowed and the crow around was taken aback, thinking that Swift is casting a combat spell. To their surprise the other, unused table was flying trought air. It landed just next to Swift and Gilda.

"...at legwrestling." he finished. Unicorn detached one of the swords that was hanging on his belt and throwed it at the table.

"My parlay is this aquellian, while the only thing I require from you is your pride. We use this..." his horn flashed again as Swift removed the solid piece of cloth that holded his mane together in the ponytail. The cascades of hair falled on his back and shoulders.

"...to tie our limbs, so nopony gonna backtrot form this. So how about griffon? Up to it?" he asked in mocking tone - sure that Gilda will not ignore the challenge. Waiting or the replay he glared at the Duke of Manehattan without moving his head, giving him the flash of one of his emerald eyes.

"Don't you dare interrupt Polaris. I know you mean well...but some things can't be solved by words alone." Squall said in tone reserved to his equals.

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The twins smiled and sat down with the Duke "Thank you Polaris, this has been a busy day for us indeed."

Shanna nodded "Yes, thank you Polaris. I am the one who did the Cloud Dive for the family since I have practiced. I just hope my score isnt' as dismal as I fear after Rainbow Dash's effort. She did a Sonic Rainboom into the lake..."

Hoss noodded "So she did, but you still managed to make a cloud shoot rainbow lightning so you definitely wont be last."

The twins turned to Duke Polaris at his offer "We would be honored to join you, Polaris." "Yes, and we will certainly bring our appetites later. There are more events to compete in."

Hoss and Shanna soon noticed a pony with a thick Stalliongrad accent hug Gilda in welcome. Hoss chuckled "I wonder what she will think of that?"

Just then, a unicorn in sunglasses that had entered the tent challenged Gilda to a friendly bout. Shanna ohhhed "Sweet Luna, I wonder what she is going to think of that!"

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Gilda was surprised at the whisper of thanks the almost uncomfortably kind pink-maned pony gave to her after she said her piece to the unicorn. Eveidently she was as put off by his arrogantly self-righteous attitude as she was, which was a surprise since even Gilda's curt initial demands hadn't illicit a harsh response. For this mare, yelling in her face was less of an offense than not letting her do her job or garishly flashing money in her face. Of course, Gilda hadn't said what she said out of concern for this mare of for any reason other than the simple fact that this guy kind of ticked her off. Still, it kinda did make her smile.

This mare, she was starting to prove really kinda cool. When she offered Gilda some "special" cookies, she readily accepted. When she then said she would even come cheer for her, Gilda's reaction went back to surprise and confusion. It was kind of humbling, actually.

"Well... uh... thanks. I don't need no ponies cheering me on to win this, but still... uh... thanks..." was all she could say as she took the cookie and ate some of it. She smiled and nodded. "This is really pretty good," she said smiling. Realizing she wasn't being herself, she then shook her head and added, "Well, I mean for pony food at least."

Not too long after that, something else somewhat surprising happened. Some pony came randomly out of nowhere, pat her on the back and then hugged her. Now, normally a pony would get a face full of talons for even thinking something like this, but this pony came at the right moment, when Gilda was in a pretty good mood. Instead this overly-friendly pony with the funny accent would just get a rather harsh reprimand.

"Watch it, pony! You're really pushing it," she warned with a cold stare and a small huff. "And it may be free, but I would ask first before you just start grabbing the stuff up here. Show some respect!" she added. Now to anyone who knew Gilda, this warning might seem kind of ridiculous; at that moment, it felt right though. The pink-maned pony had shown her a sort of kindness that was entirely genuine, that deserved repayment.

After looking at the offending pony a moment, she came to recognize her. She had seen this pony just a while ago at the dive event. She had done pretty good for a wingless pony. Gilda mostly remembered her because she was the pony who did the dive directly between her former friend Rainbow Dash and Pathfinder, a pony she had gotten into some serious mischief with. Gilda nodded. This pony hadn't scored quite as well as those two, but she had scored high nonetheless. She was serious competition, and Gilda would have to watch her closely as the competitions continued. She wasn't going to let the pony know that though, of course.

And even if she were going to say anything more, before she could something happened that brought her attention elsewhere.What she had said evidently caught up to the unicorn from earlier and he turned back around and moved toward her with some fancy footwork, getting right up in her beak. He said he didn't like her worldview which caused her to laugh. This guy was just silly; she was the one being real here. Then the lame pony had the gall to challenge her to a leg wrestling match, insisting that they be tied together with cloth so neither can retreat.

Now, Gilda had just come from one event after the other. Between tugging at that rope with all her might and making that spiral high dive, she was pretty terribly sore and definitely not at her full strength. That's exactly why she was here, gulping down refreshments in an effort to replenish her fading energy as she relaxed her aching muscles. Leg wrestling this pretentious do-gooder wasn't something she necessarily wanted to do at that moment. That said, Gilda wasn't the type to back down from a direct challenge, and especially not from some lame little pony.

"Oh, you really think you can beat me, pony?" she said with a harsh laugh. "Sure, I'm game. This is going to be easy," she added as she held her right talon out to lock with the pony's hoof.

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