You leap to Princess and start spouting all manner of mysticism-fearing sentiments. Going so far as grabbing her horn and swatting at the light, though without striking her. Enraged, she shoves you off of her. Evidently walking down the dark corridor is serious time. You’re always the last pony to find out these things.
Princess begins to slowly lead, having taken your nonsense to mean you aren’t going to help. But you decide better and head on in front. You glance back a few times to make sure Princess and Namy are still behind you, and the pace is much quicker this way.
You begin to softly hum a little tune, though you can’t remember where you first heard it. Princess and Namy recognize it, but they can’t remember it’s origin either. The three of you spend the next minute or so humming various tunes, some you recognize and some you don’t. For the first time, the three of you seem to all be getting along.
As you near the stairway, you start to wish you had brought the spear along. It’s not that you couldn’t have carried all of the weapons and then some; they certainly weren’t that heavy. But this isn’t a video game and the actual act of carrying them would have proven difficult. You already have a bow slung over your back, a quiver with twenty arrows on your side, your saddlebags with a little food, and the clawed gauntlet on your right forehoof. The staff and spear are still back in the armory, if you ever need them.
The stairs emerge into what amounts to little more than a stone awning; much smaller than the hall you first entered. Pillars support the roof, but there are no walls. From here you see snow on the ground, and more falling from the sky. It’s certainly much colder out here than where you entered! In the distance are a few structures, but some of them look destroyed.
Stepping toward the edge of the roof and looking up reveals this area to be a boxed canyon. The cliff sides go up quite a ways, and even curve slightly inward. The cloud producing the snow is actually resting inside the crown, obscuring the sky.
Namy sounds perplexed. She says she’s flown over and around every inch of this mountain a thousand times and never seen an opening like this. Before anything else can be said, she puts her knives away and takes to the skies.
She disappears from view.
Anonymous asked: Go down the stairway cautiously.
You follow behind Princess, which seems to be turning into a pattern. You’re still getting used to walking on three hooves because of the gauntlet, but it isn’t so bad. Much easier if you brace yourself against a wall while moving.
At the bottom of the stairs is what appears to be a long hallway. You see a faint light coming from another set of stairs leading back upward at the end, but in between it’s too dark to see. Namy’s sense of direction is telling her that you’re heading further into the mountain. It’s a little warmer here than it was outside and in the hall, but not as warm as the armory was.
Princess activates a minor light spell, but seems reluctant to lead.
Hug time!
Look here, are three little ponies!
Hugging laptops for this crowd!
Where’s their webcam? Why’re you asking?
They’re gonna troll AB into the gro~und!
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ask-reddelicious submitted:
Why’re some ponies angry bout ya datin Krastos? If ya make eachother happy, then it’s great!
I dunno, dude. Guy’s a saint among sinners. Maybe they’re just jealous of Boscov.
Here’s a song in reply to your meme.
Only slightly related.
Anonymous asked: You're dating a bear!? Are you seriously that desperate?!
You’re posting anonymously? Are you seriously that afraid of a teal-colored pony?
Anonymous asked: What was your job for Winter wrap up? And what are you going to be doing this year?
On was on the animal team. You know wake up animals, fix up homes, that sort of thing.
Probably will be doing the same thing again, yeah.
Anonymous asked: I don't know about you, or anyone else, but I see life in colors. Maybe I'm a freakish mutant with horrible vision, though.
Now I can’t stop wondering if Diamond Dogs can see in color…
Anonymous asked: Funny thing about black and white. You mix it together and you get gray. And it doesn’t matter how much white you try and put back in, you’re never gonna get anything but gray.
Such is life.
But really, would a black or white life be worth living?
Anonymous asked: There's already a lot of traits of a fairy tale in your life: 1. You came from a poor background. 2. You have have a magical fairy (Read: Unicorn Filly) who brought improvement to your life. 3. You've slept in a bear's bed. 4. There's magic. 5. Somehow it's encouraging middle class social values (Okay, I pulled that one out of hammer space.) So see, your life is already a fairy tale.
Now I can’t stop imagining Boscov wearing a full suit of undersized armor.
theblackstrawberry asked: I keep hoping for you... hoping for that fairy tale ending that you deserve...
Maybe I’m getting a little closer.
But one step at a time.
theblackstrawberry asked: I'm sorry... I just wanted to help you feel better, but I guess sometimes I can't do that...
Not every problem has a happy ending, Strawberry.
Thank you for trying, though.
theblackstrawberry asked: Well, those people must be way out of their minds cause your awesome and they lost out.
While a positive way of looking at things, it doesn’t change the fact that one less school means one less place offering me work if I can’t find it elsewhere.
There is no silver-lining to this.
livestream drawing, finally
Incredible!
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theblackstrawberry asked: At first I didn't understand but let me see if I can understand it. You still have your job, as a teacher, but you just aren't going to teach at that primary school?
Right. There’s plenty of schools in the area. This wasn’t even a school in Ponyville.