This is really hard… I shoulda got Boscov to help me with this one, but I’m too far along now.
In case there was some confusion, I’m not working on the theme from Skyrim yet. It’s on the short list, but I have something else to get out of the way first.
theblackstrawberry asked: you might have an addiction to skyrim... you know you should stop before FOS ROH DA!
Edit: Wait! Wait! This one instead!
theblackstrawberry asked: Lyra, what's new?
Working on a recording. Wanting to play Skyrim, but I gotta make some more progress on this thing.
Anonymous asked: It happened to Tootsie also? How awkward was the conversation which followed the experience?
About as awkward as you’d think.
I don’t think Bon-Bon ever found out about that.
ask-phoenix-and-family asked: Lyra, do you think you could probably play Pinkie Pie a song for her birthday?
Um, how much advanced notice am I getting for this?
Anonymous asked: What would you do if you suddenly turned into a colt?
Well, last time that happened, it happened to both me and Tootsie.
We just sat together and waited for it to run out.
After the last CYOA post I made, I lost four. So I would assume yes.
But I don’t mind. Can’t please everypony!
You look around on the ground for lockpicks. You realize this is pretty stupid, but you have to try. Wait! What’s that gleaming in the sun? You take a few steps forward and- Gasp! It is! It’s a lockpick! You’ve finally found one! You can’t believe it! Amy looks happy for you. Princess looks befuddled. “Where did this lockpick come from?” she askes. But you don’t care! You begin jumping around in circles clutching your new-found purpose in life when you accidentally step on something metal… Wonders beyond wonders! Another lockpick! You pick it up as Amy trots over and hoofs you three more! “Lets forget about this stupid quest and find us a lock to pick,” she says, winking to you. She… She understands you! She knows! You couldn’t be happier!
And that’s how you’d develop an unhealthy obsession with Amy. At least, in your imagination land.
You ask if the three of you could huddle together for warmth. Amy doesn’t seem to mind, but Princess refuses. She’s very temperamental. You let Amy know that it was just a hypothetical question to cover up your original intention. You shall hug that mare before it’s all said and done…
You sling your bow back over your shoulder, which you had been playing a mean tune on this whole time, and the three of you begin to head through the snow toward the semicircular building. Along the way you look for any signs of food, but find nothing amidst the blanket of snow. This place is a barren wasteland and you have no idea how anything could have ever lived here. You glance at the digital clock on your multitool to find that a full two hours have passed since around the time you first arrived. Oh, did you mention your multitool has a clock and a compass too? Told you it was pretty nifty. Anywho, it’s 2 PM at present and the three of you are heading south.
During the march, you ask if either of them can share anything else about the shadow that attacked them. Amy again describes it as a mythological wisp or shade. But this time she goes on to say it had a black core, and mists of transparent black ribbons that would come out, encircle the creature, and slowly thin out until they faded away. You think she means translucent, but you don’t correct her.
Princess describes it as a feral, four-legged creature with sharp teeth and claws. Thinner than a pony, almost like a wolf but with a mane. It had messy, clumped fur that would dance and roll off in chucks, rapidly dissipating in the air. It seemed almost like it was made of fire to her, but it gave off no heat that she could recognize.
After that the stories are just as ambiguous as before. It attacked them, stole something from them, and left. You ask once again what it was exactly that they stole, and once again neither will answer you.
The three of you arrive at your destination. The entrance is on the flat side, closest to the awning you left from. This building is also made of stone, but the roof is curved, with little ventilation holes jetting out and then sloping horizontally along the sides. It’s cold outside, but the three of you have not yet entered. You shiver a little but blame it on the temperature.
Anonymous asked: 1. Get a bear for a lover
2. Wait until winter when it's cold and snowing
3. RIDE THAT BEAR AROUND THROUGH THE SNOW
4. ???
5. Profit = Go home and enjoy a nice cup of melted chocolate while reflecting on the day's events with bearfriend
I don’t think Boscov would ever agree to-
How did you format your ask like that? I thought they took away the ability to do that!
You seem a little distraught. All you can manage to get out is something about boxing fascists over new words, like semi-circle.
Your brain takes a few seconds to level out, but you seem okay now. Might want to try again about what to do next, though. So far, you’ve managed one internal vote for four out of three choices. That’s not a good sign.
Anonymous asked: You should eat at Peter's House of Yum.
Any particular reason for this unsolicited endorsement?
Anonymous asked: Have you ever thought about getting a piercing?
Not more than a few seconds, no.
Things aren’t as bad now as they used to be, but it’s very much based on location. Canterlot has always had upper and lower ends.
Anonymous asked: What if it turned out that your mother was a high-class Canterlot socialite, and you're actually the result of her getting raped, and she was forced by her family to abandon you or else they would've killed both you and her?
Than I’d have rather she had the courage to either abort or kill me than abandon me.
But thanks. I’d never had the misfortune of thinking up that scenario on my own.