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- > As the two of you step out of the bakery into the early night, you recall needing to check the stars.
- > Ah but do you really want to?
- > Doesn't really matter where you are, you have no reason to go back as things stand.
- > It's not like you need money or your gear.
- > You have literally no needs other then magically assisted periodic maintenance, and that just means a focused positive energy boost every couple decades.
- > Well that and something meaningful to fulfill your time.
- > Oh and social contact, but somehow that doesn't seem like a problem.
- > As you stumble along lost in though, you fail to notice that Twilight has stopped walking...
- > And manage to trip over her, her small stature doing little to actually stop you, you both tumble to the ground.
- > You do however manage to recover in time to stop yourself from crushing her, and you both pick yourselves back up.
- > Once you're both standing again, she says without any lack of sarcasm.
- > "You really don't like staying on your feet, do you"
- > Despite obviously being a jab at you, you can't help but chuckle.
- "What gave that away, the four thousand foot fall, Rainbow dash plowing me through thirty feet of dirt, getting hurled through a counter by a cannon or what just happened now?"
- > It occurs to you too late into your attempt at humor, that she wasn't there for three of those things.
- > You're lucky that these p0nies have such expressive faces, it's making reading them very easy.
- > For instance, you know that the look on her face is one of mixed shock and horror.
- "Is something wrong Twilight?"
- > She blinks a few times and shakes her head to return to reality.
- > "H-How did you survive that"
- "The fall or being shot through a counter with a cannon?"
- > "Both!"
- > You shrug.
- "33 constitution, 38 fortitude, and a natural twenty on the save."
- > Her look of confusion amuses you.
- > "What?"
- > You shrug again.
- "Luck and a prayer to the Gods... Why did we stop here?"
- > You look at the scene around you.
- > It seems oddly familiar, until you look down and see a crevice cut through the road.
- > Then it becomes very familiar.
- > You chuckle as you figure out why you stopped.
- > Actually this solves one problem, at least for a few hours.
- > This would be a source of some meaningful labor.
- > Even if it is a short amount of time, it's something to do later.
- > Back to the task at hand.
- "I shall assume we stopped because of this ?"
- > You point to the ditch.
- > An 'mhmm' comes back from Twilight.
- > "I'm just curios as to where it came from, it wasn't here this morning when me and Fluttershy went to find you..."
- > You chuckle again.
- "You should ask Rainbow Dash, I have a feeling she knows plenty about it."
- > She looks at you and frowns before saying in a deadpan rivaling your own.
- > "What happened?"
- "A slight misunderstanding is all, though you already know the more important details of that"
- > By this time the stars are beginning to appear in the cloudless night sky.
- > A quick glance up tells you nothing of the constellations, but the night sky looks beautiful none the less.
- "Twilight your hour has long ago passed, yet we stand in the streets discussing events of frivolity, might we press on to your...
- Library, I think you said?"
- > She smiles and giggles a bit.
- > "You sounded like Rarity when you said that... Well sort of... Oh and it isn't 'My' Library, I just kind of...
- live there and look after it."
- "Ah, a librarian then. Well please, lead the way."
- > As she once again takes to leading you to her... The, library, you decide now would be the best time to get your part of the bargain out of the way.
- > But first you will satisfy your own curiosity.
- "Twilight I have been meaning to ask, why do you wish to know how my kind is created?"
- > From your position you can't see her expression, but the way her ears perk up seems to indicate excitement.
- > "Magic is very important to me, and I've NEVER heard of anyp0ny being able to create such a complex... I don't even know... You might be a... well... oh... how do I say this..."
- "A statue?"
- > Her ears fold back and she seems to cringe, at least you know she doesn't like insulting you.
- > "That obvious huh?... Sorry..."
- "No need to worry, I understand you mean no insult"
- > "Thanks. Anyway for all I know you might be a statue brought to life by magic, or some kind of Frankenstein-esk amalgamation of machine and creature, or maybe sometime else, like a hybrid of the two...
- > You have no idea what a Frankenstein is, but it does not sound pleasant.
- > "Also, please don't take this the wrong way, but you're really weird, and I don't understand you at all... But I want too... I really do, everything you said back there confused me, so I want to learn about you so that I can understand you."
- > She has no idea how much that means to you.
- > Literally your entire life since the war has been trying to find a place to fit into a world you were not made for, a world which did not understand you or your kind.
- > You had always been hurt by, or enraged by how ignorant so many were about your kind.
- > They called you monsters for what you were made to do.
- > But they seemed to forget, it was THEIR war.
- > Now...
- > You're in a place populated by a tiny colorful race of equinoids...
- > And at least one of them wants to try to understand you.
- > It isn't much, but by Onatar you wish you could weep tears of joy.
- > As it stands though, you'll have to settle for a...
- "Thank you"
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