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- > It is a still, balmy night.
- > From your prone position you turn your gaze upwards.
- > Stars twinkle above upon a canvas of deepest blues and coldest blacks, drawing fresh constellations in your minds eye.
- > Strange how the mind can focus upon such things unbidden.
- > All in all, it's a nice night.
- > Or it would be, but for one teeny coalition of problems.
- > You are hurtling through the sky in a gold painted wooden box.
- > It is two sizes too small for a human.
- > There are no seatbelts.
- > There are no seats.
- > It's not all bad.
- > There is a pilot.
- > Unfortunately, he isn't in the vehicle.
- > He's pulling it.
- > You are sprawled upon the floor of a chariot, sincerely hoping that your feet and grasping hands have found enough purchase.
- > Otherwise?
- > One more maneuver at too sharp an angle and that'll be you pinwheeling away into the night with what's left of your luggage.
- > Again, you prop yourself up and try to draw the attention of the white pegasus pulling this gilded skycoffin.
- "Excuse me sir, are we close to our destination? Also, if it's not too much trouble, could we perhaps slow down a little?"
- > That's what you tried to say.
- "Abluhblu bla blooh!"
- > The wind buffets your face mercilessly, garbling your words and tearing at your hooded cloak.
- > Not that it'd have mattered if you could make yourself heard.
- > After all, the sight of the ground rising at an alarming speed to meet you was enough to banish all linguistic capability.
- > Being paralysed with fear sometimes has benefits.
- > Firstly, when you body spontaniously decides to perform a preshow rehersal of rigormortis, you keep a fairly good grip.
- > That's can be quite useful, when instinct would have you leap from your vehicle without considering the implications.
- > Mass, speed, force and the splatter radius of a ripe, adult human in particular.
- > Secondly, you pay attention to what's going on directly infront of you.
- > In this case, that is the spectacular sight of a winged horse defying everything you thought you knew regarding inertia with contemptuous ease.
- > He levels off at what to you seems like the last moment, shedding speed and gracefully lowering the chariot to the ground behind his now trotting form.
- > A final stretch of his wings signals the end of your journey.
- > With a popping of joints you pull your hands out of the freshly dug fingerholes in the woodwork.
- > You dismount on still shaking legs, knocking your remnant luggage to the floor and take an immediate vow of pedestrianism.
- > The chariot has set down near to a large tree, albeit one with windows and a door with picture of a candle etched into its surface.
- > Is it a house of some kind?
- > You have seen stranger homes in your short time here so far.
- > No, the sign next to the door would indicate a library.
- > The door begins to creak open a little and light from a knee high lantern spills out into the night.
- > A short purple, green eyed... lizard? can be seen peering out of the crack in the door with a suspicious demenour.
- > "Twilight? I think they're here." a serious tone colors his otherwise youthful voice.
- > A noise of hooves on wooden floorboards approaches from behind the door.
- > The door begins to open fully at the insistance of the approaching p0ny and with a small amount of reluctance from the dedicated, yet diminutive, lizard.
- > "Good evening sir" she greets you with a formal, but genuinely friendly voice. "My name is Twi.."
- > First things first.
- > You step forward and clasp your arms around the neck of the pegasus.
- > Are you going for a chinlock or a bro-hug?
- > Truth told, you don't know either until you get there.
- > Turns out it was a hug of gratitude and relief.
- > That's nice.
- > Trying to pull his head off would probably give a bad first impression to the p0ny in the doorway.
- > Determined to get her practiced welcome rolling again, the librarian p0ny coughs and starts again.
- > "Good evening sir. My name is Twilight Sparkle and I..."
- > Nope.
- > Hug still enaged.
- > Never letting go of this glorious winged bastard.
- > "Aww, he's affectionate, ain't he?" the lizard's voice softening to you a little, along with his attitude.
- > "Sir?" the p0ny named Twilight asks again, tilting her head a little to the side.
- > The pegasus looks over your shoulder towards your welcome party, a blush somehow coloring his pristine coat and a plea for help carved into his expression.
- > His eyes scream for assistance but royal guard discipline holds his voice in check.
- > The heat of his increasing embarrassment brings you back to your senses.
- > You murmur a vague mix of apology and gratitude as you turn towards the library.
- > The purple coated librarian looks at you with a mix of confusion and concern.
- > Concern wins out.
- > "Oh. You're shaking? Oh! was that your first time flying? you really shouldn't have worried. The royal guard are such well trained flyers..."
- > Her voice gains speed as she continues explaining reasons why your ride of terror on the skycart of doom shouldn't have worried you in the slightest
- > "...it was a small chariot, but I'm sure it was very sturdy and it is really one of the safest ways to..."
- > This does nothing to supress your shudder as you hear the wheels spinning freely on their axel as the chariot lifts off on it's return flight.
- > As Twilight continues her attempts to simultaniously reassure you and overpower your silly fear with logic, her horn begins to glow.
- > A similar glow enshrouds your remaining luggage, lifts it into the air and unceremoniously plops it infront of the small lizard.
- > "Spike, would you fetch our guest's luggage, please?" she interjects cheerily, glancing back towards the lizard with a smile.
- > He picks up the travel chests with a grumble, balancing the lantern on top of one of them and holding a smaller bag in his teeth.
- > The door he nudges shut with his tail as he continues his impromtu balancing act.
- > Twilight continues by formally welcoming you to Ponyville, determined to use that practiced welcome speech whatever state you may be in.
- > She pulls ahead of you slightly as you slow and begin to take in the view of the inside of her library and home.
- > "... and of course, you will be staying here with us, but I'm sure you've had an... um... eventful journey? sir?"
- > She smiles as she looks towards you, again though worry starts to creep into her eyes as her voice trails off"
- > You're not sure if she's worried about your condition or if Princess Celestia will be disappointed that the guest she was supposed to show around Ponyville was broken in transit.
- > Whichever it is doesn't concern you in the slightest as you marvel at how much space can be made for accomodation and work inside a blatently still living tree.
- > A frantic knocking at the door, accompanied by spike fumbling one of your cases into a table, breaks both of your silent reveries
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