Lyra: I just… really didn’t like the episode…
Blossomforth: [Gasp] You didn’t like Mr. Greg?!

Lyra: What? No! That was fantastic!
Blossomforth: The Shortie Squad?

Lyra: No! Peridot is suddenly psychic, what’s not to love?

Blossomforth: The Lars episode?
Lyra: No!

Raindrops: Steven Floats was a little slow paced, I guess…
Lyra: No-ho-ho-ho-…

Blossomforth: … The one with Sour Cream’s dad?

Lyra: Yes…

Blossomforth: … What was wrong with it? Seemed pretty formulaic to me.

Lyra: That’s the- [Sigh] … Nevermind…

Raindrops: Lyra, you know how this works. Nopony is going to coax it out of you. You either say something or you don’t.

Lyra: I just… Marty was a jerk, sure, but why couldn’t he have made a real connection with Sour Cream? Why couldn’t the conflict of the episode have been about choosing to favor the parent that raised you or the parent you share interests with? Wouldn’t that have been a more interesting episode?

Blossomforth: Uh… I guess?
Raindrops: Maybe?

Lyra: Why can’t a parent disappear and come back… and come back with genuine interest in their child…?

Blossomforth: …Wha-?
Raindrops: They can do that Lyra- You’re right. That’s what should have happened.

1) Well, let’s see. Hmm…

I guess I could write about how my boyfriend’s family was nice, but I kinda figured they would be.

So…

2) Yeah?

3) Fine.

4) I can’t really answer that properly. But your average unicorn should always have a healthy, nutritious diet balanced by exercise. There are physical limitations regarding magic use and the last thing you want to do is become physically exhausted when casting. Partially because you’re limiting yourself, and partially because you might mess something up in your fatigue.

5) I wasn’t raised by nuns. I was raised by maids and stewards until I was old enough for school. After that they just made me food if I was around.

I’m pretty sure they didn’t like me. I was just an added workload.

I imagine it doesn’t hurt as much when you have hooves instead of paws, though.

But, swearing is cool.

1) I am not your completely original character Blyra, and I don’t want you anywhere near my booty.

2) I bet Kotone wouldn’t be pleased to hear what you did with her things while she was away.

Not sure why you told me, though.

3) Neither; Canterlot doesn’t have an orphanage. Once I was old enough to go to school on my own I was given a room in the castle to sleep in, but I had to leave every morning and couldn’t come back until the evening. My “bedroom” was a classroom that was used everyday.

My school was on the other side of town and required me to pass through Lower Canterlot to get there. I didn’t always make it to school or back to my room at night. But if I did they’d give me a small meal.

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4) I have not, no. I think Ditzy has.

5) What else are they supposed to do? They aren’t qualified for much else and if they messed something up, the hospital would be the one held liable.

Just because a hoof is free doesn’t mean it can do anything.

6) Ask Bon-Bon; it’s her vacuum.

I guess it’s stronger and holds more than a smaller one. Only reason I walked into it was because I forgot to put it up once I finished with it; it was my fault.

7) Woody… Help me out here…

8) I wouldn’t know, but I hit it right where the hoof-wall grows over the skin.

9) Only in certain company. I’m not going to tell you not to swear. I know better than to think that will work; I’ve been there. Just don’t do it around adults.

Well, then that’s good! You just keep going and you’ll be drawing all awesome and stuff in no time!

1) Don’t know for sure. The ponies that took care of me when I was young celebrated it on the 6th of April, so I’ve always just gone with that.

Evidently, when they were still trying to find my parents, they had somepony come in to approximate my age. All they could get out of it was that I was born sometime between May and the end of April.

Good luck with your sleepover!

2) For like the third or forth time; no. Not yet, not ever.

3) I can see why you’d try making that connection, but I’d be lying if I said yes.

Try this one. Maybe not the best fit for the both of us together, but I like it. We’ll call it my Favorite Song for the day! Haven’t done one of those in a while.

4) Had to look for that one. Thought this was from a advert at first. In fact, I wish it was.

The full song I found instead was… Just awful…

I was going to link to this when I thought you were talking about a advert, now I’m doing it to get that song out of my head.

5 and 6) I’m gonna try. Thanks for the encouragement!

And as an aside, I’m not pitifully asking for ponies to cheer me on with some sad sap routine. I’m just telling the truth. I can’t draw, I’d like to be able to draw. Time will tell if the desire for the later is strong enough to fuel a change to the former.

In a carriage next to a storefront.

And if you can find them, go right the [omitted] ahead.

You want to know the truth? I can’t let go. I can’t ignore it. I can’t tell myself enough that I’m never going to find them. I’ve spent years talking to contacts, spending money I don’t have, trying to find something, anything that might tell me-…

…

But there’s always that stupid spark in the back of my head. That yearning that it was… justified somehow. That one day they’ll find me and explain everything and they’ll love me and support me and help me get a real job and I won’t have to constantly owe others and…

…

[Sniff]

…

I… I hate it. I hate them…

…

I swear to Celestia…

Orphan.

I’m an orphan.

No. Known. Relatives.

I’ve answered this like thirty times.

Orphan.

Oh Are Pee Ach Ahe Inn. Orphan.

I try to pretend it doesn’t matter, but every once in a while I just wonder sometimes, you know? What if this, what if that. I know it’s stupid, but it’s also not fair…

Maybe my parents were pricks anyway and I would have hated them. But I never had that option. I don’t know anything about them, or why I was left alone in a carriage next to a storefront all those years ago.

Should I put that I’m an orphan in my sidebar or something?

I don’t know of any living relatives. I don’t even know of any dead relatives! I assume I had a mother and father, but I have no memory of them what-so-ever.

So the answer to “Are you related to X” is always going to be, “Probably not, but I don’t really know.”

I apologize for my lack of manners last night, your highness, and humbly request your forgiveness.

I’m a little curious about my parents myself, sometimes.

I’m an orphan. I have no idea who my parents were or if they’re even still alive. Princess Celestia had me taken care of and properly educated as a filly, I was even employed by the government for a brief spell as an ambianic musician, to promote tranquility and mental wellbeing.

I try not to dwell too heavily on what might have been. If I had real parents I wouldn’t have become who I am. As is, I owe my life to your sister, Princess Celestia.