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The moon had risen as it had countless times. Luna stepped down from the platform on the high tower of the castle. She appeared tranquil, her eyes soft and her hoofsteps light. The evening duties that fell to the Princess of the Night were happily preformed. The Princess much enjoyed knowing her subjects enjoyed their night time as much as they loved the day. The night brought rest, reprieve from the hard work of the daylight hours. They needed the soft night as much as the glorious day. It had taken her a while to come to this understanding but now it brought her much peace.

 

"Another full moon...the time...flies..." She ended on a high note, not sure if this really was the expression the ponies used. Though she was much better, the fact that she had been imprisoned as long as she had was still apparent. She sighed. "The only way to learn is to keep trying." She smiled to herself as she continued on to her chambers.

 

The castle had a peaceful air this night. The full moon illuminated the fine work many ponies had put into the lovely structure the Princesses of Equestria called home. 

 

Luna strode into her chambers, shedding her breastplate. Celestia and Luna both wore their royal apparel where preforming their duties of raising the sun and moon.  However, when relaxing the crown and breastplate could be constricting. She placed her black head piece on its resting place and went to her bed. She sat for a moment, gathering her thoughts. 

 

She was not tired. This was her time to shine. She was the Princess of the Night. Luna rose and went to the rotunda area of her chambers. Moonlight filtered in through various window slits, illuminating the sparkles and starlight in Luna's mane and tail. She took a deep breath...

 

Her eyes opened wide, shining brilliant white. The whispers and thoughts of ponies from all over Equestria filtered through her mind. Her senses became acute, attuned for which dreams she would be entering this night. A cascade of images flicked and filtered through her consciousness, helped along by a flow of dream magic. 

 

Suddenly a black griffin came into Luna's magical view. She was the one!

 

Zelda...

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The griffon blacksmith glanced down at her forge and assorted tools with a sigh. Lady Stormstride's armor had been picked up and would soon be at the very capable hooves of Ilinalta, an unicorn who specialized in enchanting weapons and armor. As she cleaned her hammer, a quick sensation of accomplishment briefly entered her body. This lasted for only a moment. Zelda really wanted things to return to normal, but even a 'crappy wine in a box' party with her old friends Presteza and Fire Walker failed to make her 'drearies' go away. And sweet, wonderful Dunder. The stallion took her to the 'Grand Galloping Gala', which had been the first time in weeks that she had left the building that served as her home and personal work-house.  At first, she enjoyed herself, but the more happy couples she caught sight of, the worst she got.
 
What went wrong? She once had a rather healthy blend of a busy workload and what she was sure was a working relationship.  But the more she thought of it, the more past-loves of her past loves drifted into her mind. Sky Walker. Gavrilovich. Inkbrand. They all started off strong, but ended with a whimper, and she never knew anything was wrong until it was over. The last one hurt the most, as it ended during what would have been an unforgettable day. While she was considered as cool as a cucumber in the Crystal Kingdom, everything had been revealed when she was dumped. She wasn't a cool cat, but an quivering little kitten. She buried herself in her work and refused to leave her home. She was lost in a world of Gornisht. The land of emptiness.
 
Over the few weeks, her creative spark had started to fade away. She could follow orders well, and Stormstride was a very practical pony and her armor instructions favored protection over beauty. The armor looked good, but it wasn't going to win her any 'Smithies' awards. She just was not enjoying what she was doing anymore. And her side job, her sculpting. Zelda had stopped taking orders nearly a month ago, even with her brand new tools she ordered from the Convention, still resting in their shipping container. What was she going to do? One thing popped up in her head. She needed to get some sleep.
 
A half hour later, the griffon was in bed.She stared up at the ceiling. A small pile of books rested a few feet away from her bed. These were books she had started, but were simply tossed away when she lost interest.  A bit of sleep should work wonders. Reset her brain. Rekindle her creativity. A she drifted away, the blacksmith was sure she heard someone calling her name...
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A dream was just another type reality: surreal in its design and bizarre in its measure. A dream was a place created by a sleeping mind. It was a construct that was held suspended, temporarily,  by the sleeping mind in a place where these collective thoughts bore walkways as solid as clouds where only certain individuals could find traction upon. As dreams carved paths into the Realm of Dreams, finding place to walk became a simple task for such individuals. Such a realm was forbidden to the ordinary pony and most inordinary ponies would still find difficultly in trodding the complex twists of a place that did not exist but in the subconscious of existence. The paths were few, but all dreams were connected, somehow.

 

While Discord, the spirit of chaos, did well to wall off his own dreams from the nosy steps of the princesses, particularly the Princess of the Night, it did not mean he did not have them, nor was he incapable of suffering nightmares. It was rare he even slept. Insomniatic tendencies left him awake at the most intrusive hours of day and night. The dark flesh beneath his eyes were not for show, but a distinct mark of a pony who didn't sleep. Chaos was quite arbitrary, it's schedule unable to be confined to a simple 9 to 5 day. Sometimes his hours of mayhem far exceeded the capacity of his noodly self, leaving him to sleep where he dropped.  

 

This day was no different. He had spent the last three or ten hours sitting in Twilight's castle carving pumpkins. He would seek to enchant each pumpkin to run amuck on Nightmare Night and, for him, harvest the candy of ponies fleeing in fear. Trick or treat after all. He was draped out on his back, holding a pumpkin in his hind gator claw while tools, grasped in the white aura of his magic, carved various faces into the gourds. His left claw held a glass of chocolate milk while his right paw held a book, procured from Twilight's personal collection. Whoops.  Faces of pony celebrities, ghouls, and goblins has been meticulously carved alongside magical runes unique to the chaoslord. It would prevent too much magical interference from Twilight and her friends before his fun was had.

 

After all Nightmare Night was about scaring ponies. And the pumpkins were harmless, if not numerous. Had one the time to tally they could count an excess of a thousand. A lovely parade of a thousand ghouls~! The spirit had worked long into the night and was feeling tired. The last gourd designed carried his handsome caricature. A yawn escaped him while he admired hid good looks, how they displayed, even on the side of a pumpkin. With a distinct slurp and the scraping of his straw at the bottom of the glass he found that he had finished his chocolate milk. Glaring down at the glass the spirit would take note of the moon.

 

No, no. There wasn't a moon inside of his glass (though with him it seemed an entirely possible prospect), but the reflection of a full moon on its surface. His grey brows arched before the spirit in question vanished! The Disgourd landed on the table and the glass clattering into the sink he reappeared perched on the highest balcony of Friendship Castle, which was likely just outside of Twilight's room. "Well, well, well… is it that time of the month already?" He paused, reconsidering that sentence, but it was too late to retract it. 

 

His paw came to rest against his grinning muzzle, quite delighted by the sight. A full moon meant a certain princess was likely playing Dream Guardian. This time of year ponies tended to have wild dreams. The closer Nightmare Night came, the spookier everything else became. He relished in the chaotic season. Leaves crumbling from trees, fruits and nuts assaulting passing ponies as they were shed and the nights growing longer. With a snap of his claws Discord manifested a nightcap onto his head. "Perhaps. I should pay the princess a visit?" But whose dream was she interfering in? What could he do to make things for her… fun? Oh it was a titillating prospect. You couldn't call yourself a rival to the kingdom if you didn't upset it's order once in a while. Besiiiides, they never said he couldn't cause chaos in alternative realities~!

 

Let's play a little game~!

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Luna found herself walking in the familiar territory of the dreamscape. Though what happened in this realm of magic could vary greatly, there were some things about it that she found similar. It always began as if striding through ethereal mist, the dream slowly coming into being as she moved on. She knew who the pony would be that was having the dream, how exactly she was transported to their dream was the magic part!

 

The Princess blinked, her blank white eyes regaining their sky blue sheen as she made her way through the newly forming dreamscape. Though she had visited the dreams of griffonkind before she did not do so as regularly as that of pony kind. Griffins had a different way about them. most had a hard exterior and an interior longing to be released. This showed in their dreams with a stark contrast.

 

Luna was walking along a mountain pass, the gravel below her hooves crunched and crumbled as she continued on. The sky overhead was stormy. Bruised clouds scudded over the gloomy expanse, heralding rain to come. She knew only the name of the creature she was here for...

 

"Zelda?" She called out over the craggy terrain. "Zelda?"

 

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“Well. This is different.”, Zelda found herself surrounded by an endless realm of darkness. This normally would be a rather unpleasant spot to be in, but the griffon was no foal. She knew she was dreaming and since this was her dream, she could easily make the dull and foggy little world go away. Maybe the Gallopocus Islands? Nothing like a fun and sun-filled little diversion to chase away her own case of the gloomies and hopefully return some of her creativity back into her soul. She felt rubble under her feet. This place reminded her of that horrid little dump of a city called Griffonstone. And not that far from where she stood, would be the Hyperborean Mountains. She had only been to the former great city once and it was a horrible experience. The crumbling statues alone broke her heart. It also did not help that nearly all of the griffons she encountered were incredibly rude.
 
When she was just a little chick, the black griffon had been plagued by terrible dreams. Thankfully, her beloved late Great Aunt Gerda taught her a little trick. If she were ever to have a nightmare, all you needed to do was to cross your front legs, twitch your beak and give the nasties a wink, all while thinking of a place you would rather be. "Hmmm.", she realized that she was still wearing her pajamas. Easy peasy. One little 'Gerda' later, and she would be enjoying some Gallopocus sun in a cute little bikini.
 
Zelda started her little ritual, thankful that nobody else could see her do it. As she finished her wink and thoughts of the Gallopocus found its way into her being....Nothing happened. "The fuzz?" She quickly glanced around. She was still in Gloomstown and she was still in her pajamas. This was all wrong. The 'Gerda' never failed her before. As she struggled to figure out what was going on, the blacksmith could hear her name being called out. "Hello?", she called back. Apparently the voice was coming from the mountains. Curious to see who was doing this, the black bird spread her wings, but instead of entering the dark sky, she fell on her backside. "Seriously?", she groaned.
 
Apparently, she would have to, as pony-folk would say, 'hoof it'. And she began her hike to the mountains....
 
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If one wished to talk of dreams and how they were flags for the true personality of a pony, one could not talk of the dreams the lord of chaos had. Discord’s dreams were a bit too chaotic or any pony to just waltz in without a price. One could call it magic, or simple stubborn grousing, but Discord was remiss to allow his dreams to be an open door to is inner thoughts. Quite literally his mind and thoughts were a series of closed doors, many of which were locked with chains and boards. It would be rude to just waltz in while in other cases it may be dangerous. Were his nightmares ever to be released, there was a risk that they would become waking nightmares. As the name suggested is mad mind would manifest any number of disasters thanks to his fair and general control over chaos. His was a strange mind, a mirror full of backwards and peculiarities even he could not fully explain. Be it merrily celebrating the unjustified spilling of tea in a river, to recreationally slurping soup from a goldfish bowl, he knew just what he could do to test the patience of even the gentlest of ponies.

 

As a master of reality bending he was not bound by nonsense such as inability or shouldn’t. If he so wished he could walk into Tartarus and play a game of fetch with Cerberus, or turn off the weather if he so fancied a picnic with his friends. From stopping time to making it rather hasty and inconsistency system, the assumptions of how long an egg should boil to hatch a chicken often were as complex as quantum mechanics. His strange obsession with chickens and turning rotten ponies to them came with his the long sought resolution to an ancient joke that has traveled the ages and perverted under the hooves of ponies. No pony truly knows why the chicken crossed the road, but Discord had been on the other side to meet it and soon come to quarrel with it or its stubborn constant. One did not simply cross the road to get to the other side, and so the Spirit made it so that it looped, everyday, at the same time. He eventually broke the curse… but it goes to show how quickly he would digress from the topic at hoof: dreams.

 

He took a step forward, currently down on all fours. Galloping along the halls of the, seemingly, empty Crystal Castle the spirit ghosted across the darkness. As soon as he was able he would find his way to a balcony, warping onto the platform’s edge. His mismatched wings spread out, twice the length of his serpentine body, did well to make him look even more bizarre, certainly something out of somepony’s dream. Maybe a foal who wanted to fly. Did they want to be a pegasus, or a bat? There was no deciding. He perched on the highest balcony on Friendship Castle. Oh yes he was coming for a visit. With his nightcap on, he was ready for a nap. Did something repeat? Recurring dreams sometimes were so problematic. He kicked off the balcony and twisted in the air like a violent twist of wind, fading out as he cackled. It was a very Cheshire behavior, but one had to wonder if he had a looking glass at hoof, ready to cause trouble…

 

When the spirit opened his eyes he found himself upside down, floating above what appeared to be an expansive mountain range just over his head. ‘Below’, as it were, was dense with rain-filled clouds better fit for a nightmare rather than a dream. His mismatched eyes blinked at the dazzling thought. One, ruby pupil was visibly smaller than the former, giving the molten orbs of his eyes creating a most mad gaze. His paw and claw were tucked against the russet colored feathers that made up his coat. His hind legs dangled over his head as his tail tuft came to stroke his beard. The aged wizard furrowed his brows as his curious thoughts rendered him reckless. With a snap of his claws an umbrella appeared in the grasp of his hind talon, to guard against the possibility of a light drizzle, though the storm clouds looked ripe to stir a torrential downpour. He would slowly float down, a dual colored scarf wrapped around his neck, giving him coverage against the blustery winds on the way down. Strikes of lightning and booms of thunder were taken in stride as he seemed to casually regard the horrid weather. He sipped on a cup of tea, undisturbed by the fact he was upside down, but perhaps he was right side up? Regardless of the direction of his fall, his gaze scanned the horizon for a certain black-butted, blue, starry-maned night mistress.

 

She was not within sight, making him wonder if he had taken a wrong turn at Albuquerque? Route 66 was always a troublesome route… He whipped out a map as he settled perched on crooked branch overhanging the mountain paths. His hindlegs sat crossed as his eyes examined the possible directions, but nothing made sense on his map, which could have been because he was using a coffee stained napkin to navigate. He had hoped to spot a pony to ask directions, but instead he would catch sight of a different creature. This -- was no pony. His ears perked up hearing a voice call out a name over the lightning. Maybe... considered his options, but did not! So with a flash of lightning to hide his entry the male zipped down to the path ahead of the Griff. His form shifted, a rather oddly colored Griffon: green feathers here and there, red rump plumage - really just a hodge podge of his natural colors in Griffon form.

 

Zelda! Zelda!” He barked out, mimicking the echoes. “This way.” He motioned his head towards the top of the hill, feathery ears perking. “You’re not going to make it out the rain at your pace, don't be a slowpoke.” Interfering gremlin.

 

While not out to do anything menacing, he hadn’t a clue that he was just encouraging a bad dream to go worse. For the now he was killing time until he could find moon-butt. “What are you doing all the way out here anyway? Seems odd.” The dark, reshaped spirit, questioned.

 

Would the female Griffon be --- wary, or would she follow him out of the storm, further away from the pony that may, actually, help her?

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Luna continued on, her brow furrowed in thought. Something seemed well...discordant... for lack of a better word. Her usual manner of finding the dreamer had not succeeded. This had a occurred a few times before, usually on account of the dreamer being lost in some way. Lost in mind, heart, focus... But this time, things just seemed so different. The dreamscape itself seemed barren, lacking the vibrancy and life she could usually find. Of course this had to do with the dreamer. This Zelda, a griffon if she was correct in her intuition, was going through something in her heart. Something she was not willing to face. Something she was not willing to battle with again. As was usually the case, the predicament of the dreamer came to Luna as she continued on.

 

"Zelda?" She called out once more.

 

Her spine tingled for a moment. There was magic lurking in this dream. Not bad magic, but magic none the less. She was to be the bringer of magic to a dream, how could someone else be taking the spot she usually held? Thoughts of dangers lurked in Luna's mind. She was comfortable with herself, confident in her powers, but it did not erase the past. There were areas out of her reach, out of her control. Could it be possible that something terrible had entered this dream with her?

 

The clouds above rumbled, full of soon coming lightening and rain. The weather had turned quite ominous, foretelling of the lashing rains that were to come. 

 

She had to find the dreamer...now!

 

The gait of the Princess of the Night quickly speed to a gallop. Dust formed behind her as her ethereal mane and tail streaked out.

 

Soon up head she saw two forms. Two forms! Yes, something was amiss in this dreamscape...but what?

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“I’m coming.”, Zelda called back as she continued to make her way towards the voice. Could this other person hear her? And who exactly was calling out to her? It was an feminine, ghostly voice one would use when telling a scary story at a campfire. This opened up a few more questions. What sort of dream would this be? When her mother passed away not that long ago, many of her dreams were simple flashbacks of some of the more pleasant memories she shared with her mom. When she saw that horrible horror movie with Eutony and Sundance, her dreams placed her in the same movie, terrible acting and low-budget scenery. And the dream she had after the cheap wine party with Pressy and Fire Walker? Probably not the best time to think of that.
 
And what of the people who exist in her dreams. Did these characters exist in real life? Or were they simple phantoms that only existed in her mind. It would be rather amusing if the unicorn she dreamt about the previous night was a real, living and breathing person. Maybe somepony she might have seen a few years ago? Were dreams connected? Or was there one big land of dreams everyone went to when they slept? Also, why do you only remember a few moments of you dream after you awoke?
 
The voice called out once again, but it was calling her names. "I am not a slow poke!", the black griffon called back to the voice. As she did, the blacksmith realized something. She was moving at a snail's pace. It was almost like she was crawling through molasses. Ho-Boy. This was one of those annoying dreams that were made up of symbols. She could not fly. She could barely move forward. Would this be a repeat? Would she chase an invisible villain, only to catch up with her target, only to see that she was hunting herself? Maybe this was punishment for taking an 'Physiological Psychology' class in school.
 
"You do know that you're in a dream, right?", Zelda called out to the voice. "Things tend not to make sense in these things." Maybe she was in someone else's dream? Could this be why she could not control things? Was she an supporting character in this one?
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Such a cretin he was. To interfere in such a sacred thing, but he was wont to cause trouble where he wasn’t wanted, nor needed. As a reformed spirit he would not commit undue harm were it avoidable. Keeping himself busy with hobbies often ended with another pony having to suffer with his excess. Knitting a doll bunny doll doesn’t usually take up more than a ball or two of yarn, but when he decides to make a hundred of them to recreate the spring season in Fluttershy’s living room, it did become problematic. Who needed a hundred or more paw sewn rabbits? His excess came from an inability to know to say enough and his obnoxious disregard for sarcasm. If he felt something was the cat’s meow, you can be assured to be buried in a mountain of mewling kittens. He wasn’t stupid, in the least, but he was a giant foal who was never given limitations. There was a slowly growing understanding of consequences for his action and the hurt his action or inaction could cause is friends…

 

This was nothing like that though… that incident with Tirek often came back to bite him in the worst moments.

 

The griffon shaped Discord was passable. With his foreclaws a distinct orange and yellow, his brow feathers were contrasted by his grey hood of fur. His long ears were folded back, black wings a bit mismatched with a purple tipped flight feathers on one side, and a blue on the other. His back legs were brown and -- green, probably a gnarly dye to make him stand out. The base of his tail feathers were red, the tips white. The chimera was a horseshoe for a griffon, even if a bit scrawny. He waited in the distance for Zelda, the darker griff’s movements indicative of her inability to control her reality, or lack-thereof. While he gave ponies, and in this case, griffons credit for their creativity it seemed that in a dream they were still a wee bit -- useless. It was a fine art, manipulating one’s dreams to benefit their sleep. But if all could, Luna would be out of a job! Kyahahaha! He stood on the path, eyes rolling as she struggled to pick pace. Completely unaffected by the restrictions of the altered reality he paced down the path towards her.

 

Well what fun is there in making sense…” He muttered softly. His wings twitched, tucking away fully as his tail swept closed to a wedge shape. He walked up and stood a short distance from the blacksmith, his ears pinning down. “If it’s a dream, move faster.” He stood staring at her struggle.

 

Something -- no somepony else was around. He raised his head, beak parting curiously. Red eyes tried to scan the horizon in the distance. There was a deep, midnight blue speck on the path. His head lowered as he stomped a foreclaw. A massive brick wall suddenly slammed behind Zelda, blocking the forward, or backwards in Zelda’s case, path. It would hopefully take the dreamwalking princess a bit of time to undo his wall. He pulled his ‘beak’ up in a grin and turned his body, shifting like a cat who had done caught the canary. Fanning his tail feathers he pranced forward.

 

Let’s move, there seems to be a nosy pony following us. We have to make it up to the top of the trail.” He snapped his claws to manifest roller blades on her paws and claws. Another snap and a rope appeared.

 

If she was willing, she cold grab the rope and be pulled along by the smaller male. He seemed to know where he was going, but -- who was he? Was the Griffon male a manifestation of her dream or something lured in by a weakness in her spirit? Neither! He was just a bored, nosy spirit of chaos who wanted to play princess for a day! Ho ho ho! He pranced ahead and waited for Zelda. He had to admire the dreamscape she created. At last he thought she did. He didn’t push his influence just yet,  but there was something about him that was -- peculiar.

 

My, your dreams are quite cluttered with nature if that is where we are. Why don’t you dream of home?” This is something that honestly fascinate the spirit.

 

Ponies and Griffons, among other types of residents of the world had places they lived. Tribes and villages gave way to cities and megalopolises. These were places they built their lives and individuality. Why even Changeling hives seemed to benefit from having a safe haven as well. Though Discord had a ‘home’ in Chaosville, it was naught but a replica of what he has seen of ponies. But prior to meeting them he never had a home or a place to belong. Living anywhere and everywhere that he could kept himself entertained was usually key to his powers not running haywire. It was strange to him, interesting, that a pony -- aside from Fluttershy, would prefer nature to their home. He would follow Zelda through the twisted scape, were she to lead.

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The Princess of the Night could see the two figures up ahead now. Two griffons. Two griffons? What was going on? She hadn't intended for this to be an encounter between more than herself and Zelda.

 

The longer Luna was in the dreamscape, the more she came to know the thoughts and feelings of the pony within whom the dream resided. She had picked up on Zelda's vibes at this point. The griffon had a cool exterior, seeming impervious to all around her. But there was something raw inside. Raw and real, and at th ecore of it all the desire to feel whole. Something had been taken from her, it was more than the loss of one other. Luna would address this, if she could get to the one she was seeking.

 

"No more playing around," Luna's eyes narrowed in irritation at whoever was playing around in this dream. 

 

The Princess' horn illuminated in a spark of white light. In an instant she zapped from her running position on the dusty trail to a vantage just ahead of the two griffons.

 

It was an odd scene to behold. The Princess' horn still flared, warning of things to come for anyone who dared to interfere with her dreamscaping.

 

"Halt." She cocked her head. Zelda was the black griffon, but who was this red colored one? "Who be you? What be thy reason for interfering with my dreamscape?"

 

Her horn continued to flare, awaiting a response. 

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“Things don’t always need to be fun.”, the blacksmith called out to what appeared to be a griffon. He was shaped like one, but what was the deal with his colors? It almost appeared that several different griffons had collided into each other to form one very mismatched looking bird. What exactly did she eat before having this dream? There was the leftovers from the previous night. Cold pizza with double anchovies along with two glasses of home made Sangria. Hardly the worst thing she had ever gobbled down before catching a few winks. Maybe this was a 'break up' dream? Generally when the big black bird was tossed back into the singles pool, she had a dream that would symbolize her next path in life. Was this garish griffon a symbol that she would be dating very soon? Guess it was time to break the pony streak and try her claws on one of her own kind. While they were rare in Canterlot, maybe she was going to return back to her homeland? Stranger things have happened.
 
"And another thing, my dreams don't have to move at all.", she growled, "I prefer to think of them as an palate cleanser after dealing with reality. Not a bunch of crazy mishegas! Now let me just think for a second and.....waaagh!"
 
This strange bird had something up his feathers! With a snap of his claws, she was now wearing a full set of roller-blades!  "Hey! What's the big idea?!" While her brothers were into roller derby during their younger years, Zelda was never into it. There was always a chance she could hurt her front legs and then would she be able to work on the forge? Nope! The last time she tried on roller skates, the griffon fell right on her tuches! That was also the first time she tried on those horrible skates! However, instead of simply falling over, she was in a constant state of flailing her legs about, rather comically. Then the gaudy-griffon mentioned her home.
 
With something new on her mind, Zelda managed to gain some semblance of balance. She thought of not just the land she was born in, but her actual home itself. This caused a rather odd little world to sprout out around her. There was the ever impressive Canterlot Castle, but it was surrounded by the Raptorclaw River! And the fancy royal looking buildings were mushed together with the more practical griffon style homes. This was Canterlot combined with Rockwington! Colors clashed. Materials that should not be together were merged as one. What a culture clash! Hoping to  blot out the chaos, the blacksmith closed her eyes.
 
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"Halt." She cocked her head. Zelda was the black griffon, but who was this red colored one? "Who be you? What be thy reason for interfering with my dreamscape?"

 

Her horn continued to flare, awaiting a response. 

 

 
Was that Princess Luna? Zelda opened her eyes just as the royal sister appeared before her. Was this the real Luna? She was the Princess Of The Night. Was she in turn the Princess Of Dreams? Just to be sure, the bird gave off a proper bow. Forgetting that she was still wearing roller-blades, she promptly fell face forward. "Oooph!" Thankfully dream injuries don't carry over into the real-world.
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Griffoncord gave a hearty squawk in laughter at Zelda's dream view. "A palate cleanser? I must say that is the first time I've ever heard them referred to as such." The multicolored male presented.

 

Though what did he know? Most of his dreams were sub-realms to chaotic desires. Mazes, corridors and puzzling cases and scenarios that have either come to pass or would come to pass. He, personally, had no regard to his dreams presenting fantasy, only possible realities. It was to be expected of him though. It was why he shielded his dreams from others. A peek into his head would not only drive a lesser pony mad, but reveal his immediate plans to dethrone the current diarchy. He was still a bit sore, but moreover he felt the sisters truly lacked the understanding of what it meant to be a leader. All they ever did was work. It was… pathetically demeaning to his presence. They'd never grow beyond their current point if they couldn't just accept his way.

 

"Now, aren't dreams supposed to be about trying things you've never have?" At least in a diminishing way he could perceive a pony's, and in this case a griffon's, dream as a means to resolve an inconsistency in their mortal lives. 

 

It was the only place a pony had immediate access to a nonsense realm. In a way dreams were his domain as well, but that was only obvious since he was here, despite anypony's knowledge of the true extent of his magical prowess beyond 'intangible'. The black lady seemed to bumble and trash about as she attempted to keep her balance. There was a moment of clarity for the griffon and she found her balance. He cocked his head in amusement. No sooner would he clutch to the hope his curiosity would be fed her voice rang through. He rolled his eyes and turned his head, back arching as his feathers floofed in a birdy manner. 

Oh sassafras!


Griffcord opened his beak: "Your--," only to wince when Zelda faceplanted. He glanced down to her, giving a little chuckle before he manifested a helmet and knee pads for her. He looked back to the attack ready princess. "…dreamscape? I don't remember your name being on it when I arrived princess." He nearly hissed the dual syllables. 

Leaning back on his haunches he spread out his claws overhead, writing his name in the clouds. As the cloud forms reshaped and shifted: they began to draw out letters inna decisive order: S I R D O D C. Sir Dodc? What? He blinked and looked up, pressing a claw to his beak in embarrassment. Oh, dear, well. He cleared his throat and clapped his claws, urging the clouds into the correct order. While they drifted along he looked over to the angry mare in question.

 

"I be me, why the one and only." Shadows began to crawl around the mismatched griffon. "And I've come to lend little Zealous over here a paw." The darkness became puffy pink clouds as his false form was stripped apart.

 

Above the clouds reordered slowly. D I… The small, oddly patchworked griffon grew in size, particularly length, as his hind legs became a gator's scaled talon and a goat's hoof. S C… Front talons would revert to the deadly manticore's paw and eagle's claw he was known for. Wings shrank, and were met with duplicity: one Pegasus and on Aerion. O R D… With a dramatic flair the discordant tyrant morphed back to his true form, at least the truest that anypony could ever know. He coiled in the air, just a few inches above the black bird. He could have easily been mistook for a longma, but as things went: twas no mistaking that ever present form that spilled into all life: D I S C O R D.

 

There was one strong question always ahoof with the chaotic guardian of confusion: how? How could he do such things? What fantastic good he could do for the worlds and make such harmony. But what fun was there in creating a paradoxical paradise ruled by high standing gods that existed neither here nor there? The lack of direct contact, of having others know it was you that their perfect dreams fell to. That it was he who changed your species, your society. It was an arrogance afforded by an immortal creature that perhaps existed as long as forever and a day. Against all odds he was given a chance to use his abilities to aide ponies. It was foolish to expect him so naught but good. He was the spirit of chaos. It was his nature to disrupt the humdrum of life and utterly reject the proposition of any sort of premeditated world order. He hated laws that restricted the ability for ponies, or any creature, to simply be boring. He had no fun watching the same, dull parade over and over across time and space.


"Now if you'll excuse me your royal heinie, I've a griffon to help through her meditation." He offered her a chuckle as he pressed his claw to his chest, paw raising and wrist flicking back, holding a pinkie up and pressing his index digit and thumb together. "We can't always be the first to arrive." To be fair Luna has arrived first. Discord merely followed.
 

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She flicked her gaze to Zelda, her eyes softening for but a moment before returning to her target. She would have words with Zelda before long... but first she had to deal with...well, whatever it was Discord wanted to be in this moment. 

 

"Discord." Her horn flickered dangerously. "You have no right to follow me into the realm of dreams. How it is that you have done so I shall find out. However, it is I that shall be helping this griffon. Not you." She seemed to grow in stature as she made her point. She was used to his disgraceful manners of course but it still irked her to be called names. 

 

Luna's thoughts swirled, far out of view of others. Who was this creature? How did he have such powers? They rivaled those of the Princesses in their own right. The behaviors of Discord had intrigued her before. She would never admit it, but something about him drew her. Perhaps it was sick fascination? She couldn't be sure. Perhaps she just wanted to stare as one does at something odd or unnatural? 

 

Her mind came back to the present situation an instant later. How was she to rid Discord from this scene? She was here to help Zelda, something she didn't think would happen as long as the Lord of Chaos was about. However, she doubted Discord would be leaving any time soon... Perhaps she would play along for a while.

 

"I must apologize for these happenings..." She stepped closer to Zelda. 

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"It could be.", the griffon was now sporting extra protective gear since she was now a danger to herself and others while she wore the roller-skates. "But they don't have to be anything at all. They could be based off what you have planned. They could be about someone you love, or you overheard a friend mention that she will be heading up north to do a little skiing, and then you proceed to have a skiing dream. Something I would never do, considering I'm not the biggest fan of cold weather or snow...Or skis. or very large hills one is supposed to ski down, or even those snowballs one eventually becomes one with after they trip down a snowy hill, and quickly gather up more snow and possibly trees and other people before crashing into a tree or building." Whoops! Bobeshi would always want her to toss a positive word in the sea of negativity she was creating.  "The tight ski-pants they have to wear..I don't mind that, but everything else is..feh", she shrugged her shoulders.
 
Alright. This was now getting even stranger. She was starting to babble, and just who was she doing this to? Was she with the real Discord and Princess Luna, or was she simply dreaming about the pair? Could people enter your dreams? Princess Luna doing this made sense, but the King of Chaos? Ho-Boy. She could picture herself dreaming of the princess, or really any of the assorted pony rulers. They were alicorns. They were creatures of great power and even greater beauty. Luna shared her elder sister's majesty, but also had the added bonus of being the cute 'kid sister'. And that cutie mark of hers with the big spots surrounding it.....
 
"Now you two are the real thing, right? Two very real and very powerful beings that for some reason have entered the dream of a random person who is basically a real nobody.", she mumbled the last bit. She had every reason to dream about the bewitching and pulchritudinous princess pony, but Discord? She saw the odd creature in his 'stoned form', during her yearly visit to Canterlot's statue garden. In a mix of statues of beauty, heroism, and other positive virtues, there was a statue of the odd draconequus. Zelda assumed it was one of Maresserschmidt, since she always sculpted the oddest of statues. The mad mare once created sixty-four busts of her head, each with a different grimace of her face. This looked to be hers. However, when she asked around, nopony could tell her who made the statue, or even where it came from. It was always 'just there'.
 
She nodded her head when the good princess apologized for the draconequus' interruption. "I beg your pardon, your highness.", she tried to sound as polite and proper as she could, "From the little I've heard about Mister Discord, I know he has recently switched over from being downright evil, to pesky, to someone who wishes to do good. Maybe he should stick around and maybe learn from you?" He would at least keep things interesting.
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The spirit always found ways to entertain himself and ways into messes ponies had a hard time figuring out how the heck he got there. Let's not mention how he got stuck in that jug of apple cider. Luckily there had been none in there at the time of his escapades, bit it still left many questions ahoof. Though such things may seem irrelevant, it was a step closer to understanding his inner workings.

 

Complicated at best and impossible at worst, Discord was sometimes two worlds away from others in the ways that he worked, or perhaps too down to earth to be truly perceived.

"Touche," Discord offered the feathery female. "I will submit that such invasive thoughts could affect you're dreams. I once had a most horrific meeting with a pickle once in a bowl of ice creme. It was not long after a most demeaning discussion about the peculiar eating habits of somepony. I mean pickles in vanilla icecreme? Much better in avacado icecreme." He seemed wholly offended by the plain icecreme rather than the pickle's existing.

 

He scowled at the silver shone princess, her authority unrecognized by the chaotic menace, though he had, physically, shrunk a bit in response to her angry growth he straightened his curved spine to retort. "Says whom?" He regained his confidence in a visible spark as he regained his normal size. Who decided her ruler of dreams and eater of nightmares? He felt the most scathing grin paint his features. "I wasn't around when they made that vote. Was it before or after you were --" after the thought began to form, another spread up to wall his hurtful comment.

 

He quickly bit his tongue when the question came to the front of his thoughts: would it due to be the barbaric one? It would not have been in good form to spit at her banishment. He had his own mistakes to smooth over. Though were she to ask how he could not rightly tell her beyond it being a whim. Who knew how he did the things he did, or didn't do them. Sometimes his desire to do something created the possibility. Chaos was the ability to bend the force that upheld order and create a world, exist in a world that was in its own right: impossible. He never cared for others telling him what he was capable or incapable of doing. But it didn't mean others did not tell him. He floated up, rather defensive now of the role she tried to place herself in.

 

"I can help her just as well as you!" He decreed. "I am reformed after all, by your very own Princess of Friendship, or do you not trust her decisions?" Cheeky chimera, but what he said was wholly true.

 

His ears folded back as he looked to the griffon. She was probably confused by the back and forth. While amusing, it was no good if he looked incapable or less than in front of the princess. There was still a lingering bite of animosity on his part. While he was unable to defeat them at his own game and prosper as king of Equestria… he was sure that was a bizarre dream from another world. His head turned to the side, body slithering itself behind the princess as Zelda spoke.

 

"You see? Being given a second chance is all a pony needs." Not that he was a pony. "Besides we were having fun. You aren't the only one who is capable of resolving the tenacious errs of a dreamer." His eyes pinched up the wider his grin became.

 

He floofed his neck fur a bit at the title. Mister? Ugh. That made him feel down right filthy. "Please, Mister is too formal." He pressed his paw to his chest, levitating himself at Luna's side. "Call me Discord, prince of chaos." Though ever the long title. He did love his dramatics. 

 

Also, pesky? Rude. He was a menace thank you very much! At Zelda's suggestion of him learning from the princess he found himself ready to laugh. He was sure she could eject him were she willing, but he was stubborn and it would do no good if he sought to interfere rather than intrude. He considered it a moment. If Luna said no she would appear stubborn and if he refused, well somepony may find regard to tattle and delay his progression into pony fandom. He was pretty sure there was a place selling the oddest Twilight memorabilia. He had many paths to take on this matter. He wanted to intrude to begin with and the dreamer just gave permission to stay.

 

So why go?

 

He held out his paw. "Come now moon butt. What do you say?" Wether or not she shook his paw didn't matter to him: so long as he won. He appeared behind the Zelda-on-Wheels and lounged in the air above her. "It is clear she has something to resolve. Two heads are better than one." He manifested an extra head before it popped a hole and deflated like a balloon, vanishing as it floated to the ground.

 

"After you." He motioned to Luna.
 

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The Princess of the Night smoldered as the prince of chaos had his piece. Nice of him to leave off on the banishment section of his words. The more he irked her the more he...well...she couldn't exactly place how she felt about him. He annoyed her, frustrated her, and at the same time there was something about him that she just couldn't place. 

 

It seemed that the dreamer as well was not bothered to have Discord about. She sighed, her expression turning to the wise and beautiful continence it usually held.  Perhaps it was best for the time to work with what she had. A griffon on wheels and a floating chaotic being. 

 

"Alright then, perhaps it is best to move forward. It seems we will be doing things a bit differently than I originally planned. But perhaps..." She eyed Discord. "This way could be a bit more...entertaining?"

 

As Discord gestured, she smiled slightly.

 

"Well, as you are a Prince perhaps you have an idea of how to help our friend here?"

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"Alright...That's probably enough protection.", the griffon gulped. While an helmet and knee-pads were perfect to keep her from dream-killing herself with her skates. A few more things appeared on her while she watched the two very impressive figures before her. There was an helmet for her helmet, along with shoulder pads, a beak-guard under her helmets, an neon pelvic protector that might take some time to remove, a chest protector, shin guard, under guards, elbow pads, and a few other bits of armor she was unfamiliar with. Who was doing this? Was it Discord? Or was it her very own subconscious that was trying to over protect her?
 
"A pickle? In ice cream?" Oh sweet babies, that would taste horrible. Or maybe it be awesome? The young griffon rarely stayed out of her comport zone when it came to food. Since very few restaurants in Equestria served fish, she had grown accustomed to pony food over the years, but stuck in the basics, worried that the more unique food out there would give her a bad case of the Gastroanomalies!
 
"I'm still trying to figure out how to move properly.", Zelda almost missed two extra sets of protective gear as she promptly tumbled over due to the weight. "I'd hate to be rude, Mis, er Prince Discord, but is this all of your doing? I appreciate the help, but all of this gear makes it next to impossible to move." He was a prince? He did have wings and a horn...horns...He almost looked like a parody of an Alicorn Prince, if male Alicorns existed. As her mind begun to drift away from her own problems, she started to feel a little light on her feet, and an extra bit of strength surged into her body. Just enough to get back up. Even with the skates, she managed to stay up for the moment.
 
Zelda glanced back at the Dream princess, still as gorgeous and as perfect as ever. "Begging your pardon, Princess Luna and Prince Discord, but could someone give me a little push? I've mastered the ability not to fall on my face, but a gentle nudge will help me keep up with you two."
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While reformed, in all ways, sometiems he could not help but take a jab at the princesses. They were figures of authority, the very avatars of order that he existed to push into disarray! Not many understood that his habits were the mere cajoling jests of a foal who had yet to grow into his britches, and quite a pair of britches he had to fill given his more unique physique. Many thousand years and still the sneaky snake was a difficult being to understand. Change was the nature of the prince of confusion. He was there to push ponies, alicorn or not, into breaking the monotony of their every day lives. He was not so black and white that his plan was easy to determine, nor was it too far beyond his usual antics to see that perhaps even he hadn't a plan! His purpose was to simply keep a fire burning beneath their hooves.

 

To stir the truth, blurring the lines between dreams and reality, altering the thoughts in the heads of others seemed a simple enough task for somepony capable of hypnosis and mind control, but the goal was to avoid using such methods, being more functionally honest. And it seemed to work as the Griffon has relented in letting them both unravel the ball of yawn her mind had become. He looked to the maiden of the night, puling his lips back in a mischievous grin, tell tale sign that perhaps it was best to keep an eye on him. But that was all part of the misdirection,. For shame having such mistrust on a pony who has promised to do their upmost best to change -- even if he wasn't a pony. If she was too focused on him, he could swoop in and help Zelda first!

 

Oh he'd than be praised!

 

He staggered in the air when Luna passed the torch and actually spoke his title. He was not sure if it was the scathing sarcasm of a princess rejected, or a maiden scorned -- but he felt a sudden uncomfortable weight of responsibility on his shoulders. His forelimbs sunk down, tucking agianst his feathers as his hindlegs raised up. He seemed to realize that perhaps he was not the expert when it came to such things, but to lose face in front of the princess of night?! His dreams were privvy only to him so he had to keep up the bravado and seem all the better! He tittered when Zelda mentioned about the icy treat.

 

"Oh yes, it is quite tasty when you have --?" He looked towards Zelda who seemed to now be weighed down in equipment, tumbling over like a statue bumped by a passing hip! "Oh.. um" He flustered a bit being called by that title now. He didn't want to sound like he was trying to take up such a position, lest infer he was actively trying to take over Equestria again. Far from active. Just in his dreams, hmm? "Just -- Discord and this is not I."  Now he would have liked to claim he was testing out her balance, but it was not the case.

 

Shifting his weight the spirit hovered over the bird-lion and plucked up the equipment as if it were glued together, removing it altogether, before he tossed it behind him where it would crash and reform itself into a ponyequin wearing it. The delinquent heir of chaos was not trying to get the griffon hurt. In his experience there were times when experiences found their way out of dreams and it wasn't any fun! He huffed out, ears pinning down. He could do this. He was supposed to help others and he fell into this for a reason. While he may have said he found way in it was by no force of purpose, but accident. He moved his paw and a stick appeared at her side as it would attempt to proper her up! The spirit slithered up behind her and used his hindtalon to push her from behind.

 

"There you go!" He chuckled, cocking his head at Luna as if to say 'this is how it is done!' "Though that was strange. I had not added weight  onto you, unless Luna felt you needed protection from... somepony." He slyly accused as he levitated along with the Griffon. "Dreams are a peculiar thing though. Is this really what ponies and Griffons dream about?" The vast open landscape was open to interpretation, but the armoring? If it wasn't Luna -- had Zelda perhaps seen fit to protect herself from him? Or somepony else. "But you know for a dream it is rather empty. Don't you have ponies or griffon in your life?" Even had dream with others in it!

 

What was most curious was that his little storm he buffered out for the gag of his introduction was still there, keeping things a rather dreary gray. He raised his brows before pressing his claw to his chest and holding out his paw, shifting upside down to hold the open paw to Zelda. "OH how ride of me. I did not dare ask your name and I gave mine twice!"  He offered. "Though as far as I can tell, you know ..." 

 

He had thought about it. Despite not knowing how Luna dealt with dreams for her to be here that had to mean this was a bad dream. This was not a good scene however peaceful it was. She was troubled. He could at least put two and two together. He was quiet a moment, thoughtful, at least until he hit his back against a dream-tree and slid down. Popping back on his hind legs the spirit sat back on his haunches, rubbing the side his head. 

 

"I mean we're in your dream. You need help, so what do you need? As a reformed spirit of chaos I am required to say that I am here to help! So ask away. Friends help each other, don't they?" A bit blunt, but he wasn't much into the nuances that mortals acquired in their short meetings and partings. They were made to help everypony feel comfortable. He had his own -- lovable way of dealing with situations in a more head on manner. 

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Luna allowed the proceedings to occur, at this point things seemed to be going along...well, fine. At least for the moment. Discord had asked the very question she had been wanting to prod the griffon with. It didn't matter who asked, and of course Luna had a good idea already however sometimes the best way to get to the point was to get to the point. 

 

"Yes, something has called me to your dream. You must be troubled...perhaps you could tell us why?"

 

(sorry this is short...just wanted to pop by and keep this thread going!)

 

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After losing her ‘safety gear’ as quickly as she had gained them, the black griffon dropped back onto all four legs into a somewhat pitiful little ball of fuzz and feathers. Maybe she should have taken up the R.E.A’s offer to have a chat with their psychologist. It was free and completely confidential. She had turned it down as the blacksmith could not possibly find the time due to her heavy workload, and most importantly, she did not feel comfortable being a squawky old kvetch. Who wants to really hear her problems? Surely there were others that had more important problems that needed taken care of. Help those guys first!
 
Things were different. Instead of the Royal Equestrian Army's ever so helpful 'Pony Resource' agent who was asking if she had any problems, it was two very powerful people who were curious. How odd. She would not be able to pass any sort of 'bobbymyseh' past these two. They would know if she was untruthful. They were looking to help her, so she might as well be honest.
 
"Well.", she finally chirped up as she glanced up at the two. "My name is Grizelda, daughter of  Gustaf and Griselda. That's Griselda with an 's' for my mother...May she rest in peace.", the last part almost sounded like a prayer, "Most just refer to me as Zelda. As for my issue." This was obviously something that was very hard for her to say. After a few attempts, she finally managed to say. "A few years ago I lost my mom. Hit the family hard. Being part of the old Birzoth clan, I stayed with tradition and kept an stiff beak. No crying. No baby-stuff. She returned to the stone so we needed to keep the family strong. Then a bit after that, I lost my old friend Razor. He's not dead, we actually lost him."
 
She and a few other friends were attempting to help the griffon find his father who oddly enough had vanished. During their little 'adventure', things got out of hand and before the knew it, the feisty Tiercel disappeared. Her group spent months trying to figure out what had happened. It was probably a year this day that it all happened.
 
"And finally, I had a nice little relationship going with a pony. He was handsome and clever and an artist." A smile found its way on the griffon's beak for just a moment. "We had this sort of casual relationship, but as time went by, I believe he wanted something more, and I was so busy with other things to know...Maybe I ignored a hint as he never outright told me he wanted to go further with our relationship.", she sighed, "And then the day I had all of this awesome stuff planned for us, he dumped me quicker than you'd toss out a pound of old slag. After that, I was basically an zombie. I work. I eat. I sleep. It's like all those things, which were horrible in their own ways, teamed up and formed one horrible weight that's been keeping me down. And if I keep on going the way I've been going, I'll probably lose my friends as well."
 
She returned to her little 'pity ball'. "Just don't know what I should do. I've tried to return things back to normal, but it just does not feel right." Discord's paw was a bit too high for her to grasp.
 
 
 
 
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Discord was never before the sort to care on the problems of others. His interference was always in the name of fun and whether it helped somepony or not: the game's outcome was priority. As the god of chaos any semblance of peace or serenity was not immediately turned upside down. In truth we're one to really pace about the draconequus’ methodologies he was more concerned with fracturing the power monotony had over the general populous. Good or evil, the type of rule did not matter. Bleeding disorder into order was his priority. That bit of safety was just an illusion. After all it was a dream. But it could have strongly suggested that Zelda herself was seeking some sort of shelter.

 

Or it was just Discord being Discord.

 

The chaotic noodle floated about the pair. His long body, riddled with random parts from.different creatures, seemed to perfectly come together to create a surprisingly handsome brute. His equine profile was angular, sharp. While predatory it was also masculine. His draconic teeth, though sharp, were healthy. Down the line that was his serpentine form was well groomed and suspiciously fit. If not for the extra weight he put on this winter one could almost forget under that fluff was a body of pure muscle. As he looked one could find difficulty in comparing the two entities. The noble princess and the regal prince. Fierce in their own right, yet stood willing to bring aid to the local griffon.

 

Luna’s permissive words only gave him incentive to continue his interference. After all the dream owner has allowed it and going against her wishes wasted too much time. Zelda could have rebuked them, but to deny a princess whose realm had become dreams and a spirit whose reputation had become chaos she was perhaps left with no alternative but to rely on them. After all it was either them or herself, and the self was oft an unreliable source of advice, in Discord's experience. Whether she was honest with herself on the matter or not, to Discord, felt it was of little importance. His job was to put a damper on any bit of order Luna may try to instill in the dream. After all dreams were meant to be fun, chaotic!

 

Flying pink elephants and dancing bears!? That was what dreams were made of! Discord offered the princess a cheeky smirk as he twirled upside down and reached over to boop her muzzle with the tuft of his tail. “Well, no wonder they call you Zelda on the regular.” He held out his paws and claws from his inverted positioning. “If they tried to remember that whole thing I am sure there would be a test involved and ponies would be a fright to find themselves in their underwear. Maybe start off with that, first, from now on… Zelda.” He smirked.

 

Discord was a curious fellow that could be considered quite obnoxious at times, but he wasn't wrong in his observations. Her title seemed unnecessarily long and provided more information than necessary. In fact his feeling on it was clear as the mismatched chimera slid his forked tongue slid from his muzzle with a clear knot in its center. Silly as it was the fact it was quite the tongue twister was made clear with both visual and auditory cues. Slurping back up his serpentine appendage the spirit would suddenly step out from behind Zelda.

 

“Well it seems a bit problematic to me to go about losing your friends. I mean if he hasn't been returned to the lost and found by now, you may be out of luck.” He seemed to be hinting at something but it was never straightforward with the chaotic snake. “Listen Zelda~,” he cooed as he moved to attempt and lay his paw over her shoulders as he tried to pull her uncomfortably close. “Besides with disappearing friends and otherwise departing loves ones why would you want it to be like that again? What you need is something new!” He offered. “Something better than the dull old things from before.” He grinned like a salespony looking to hawk off the most rickety two wheeled cart.

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