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- >You are Shimmer Light, and you just bought a pack of crayons.
- >Your Blue became unusable through... completely normal circumstances... and you needed a new one.
- >So you went to the market and bought as many as you could.
- >You are currently walking home with a box of crayons in your mouth.
- >Your carrying it in your mouth because you can't wear a saddlebag.
- >Well, you don't know of any specially made for your wings, at least.
- >You love your beautiful wings, but beauty can be a burden sometimes.
- >A swarm of moth fillies run around a dull-looking moth mare.
- >... The same swarm as usual, but they surround a different mare. This one is the stagnant brown one, the one you usually see with the tongue one.
- >... Sometimes, you feel you should at least learn their names.
- >... But they don't know your name, why should you know theirs?
- >This time, the orange one doesn't notice you as you pass by.
- >"Dandelion wishes to play Cops and Robbers!"
- >One of the fillies.
- >"Huh? Uh, yeah, sure..."
- >The mare, most likely. She sounded like she wasn't even listening.
- >Soon, the group is nothing more than a little noise in the distance.
- >...
- >Your trip has been one of near-silence.
- >Good. You hate all of their useless banter anyway.
- >Your quiet is broken by an opening door.
- >The tongue one walks out of a nearby house while looking back toward... someone.
- >"Well, I had fun. And remember, you can always count on me if you need..." She trails off as she flicks her tongue sexually.
- >You didn't expect anything else from her.
- >As your vantage point gets better, you are able to peer into the doorway, using your peripheral vision.
- >No one knows if you are looking at them or not.
- >The one behind the tongue one... is a mare you don't see often. She looks... regal and fancy.
- >"Golden Corral, I would appreciate if you did not joke about such atrocities to me."
- >Her voice matches her appearance.
- >You pass by the house and their conversation becomes light teasing in the breeze.
- >...
- >You spot a red splotch in the middle of the street.
- >... It's a moth. She's that hippie one who's always "high on life".
- >Her parents probably hated her.
- >You don't give her a second glance as you walk past her.
- >...
- >You're nearly home.
- >There isn't a single pony around.
- >... Your gaze fixates itself on the house next to yours.
- >The door opens and out steps Hexferry.
- >... How exactly did you know her name again?
- >... The peach one she hangs out with probably said it at some point.
- >Come to think of it, you haven't seen the peach one in a while.
- >She always teases Hexferry about something.
- >And Hexferry becomes a stuttering mess.
- >You're glad you aren't that way.
- >You'd rather die.
- >Hexferry lets out a grudging sigh and begins her walk.
- >Toward you.
- >Well, more in the direction your in, not you specifically.
- >She notices you and... slows to a stop.
- >Her face shows bewilderment.
- >As you pass her, her gaze sticks to you.
- >You can almost feel her looking at you.
- >"Crayons, really?"
- >...
- >You don't even react, like you didn't hear her at all.
- >She isn't worth your time.
- >No one here is.
- >Maybe no one anywhere is.
- >You get to the door of your house without even glancing toward Hexferry.
- >She's probably trudging off by now, angry about being ignored.
- >You have that effect one ponies.
- >... You love it.
- >You open the door, walk inside and shut the door behind you.
- >After breaking out your brand new crayons, you proceed to draw... very poorly.
- >You aren't an artist.
- >... But you're still better than anyone else in this village, you're sure of that.
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