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- 2015/10/08 - Your dark queen
- >You knew it was a bad idea to bring Eris to Canterlot for her birthday.
- >But you'd relented, her puppy-dog eyes (she swore she didn't actually a real dog's) easily overpowering your willpower.
- >Not that you'd been reluctant to go, it was just...
- >Eris hadn't ever really been out of P0nyville.
- >She was used to the small streets and familiar ponies, with the small-town atmosphere and everybody knowing everybody else.
- >And, perhaps, you hadn't quite managed to figure out how to explain rules to her.
- >She WAS the daughter of an Elder God of Chaos and Mischief, after all, so perhaps saying "don't wander off. I mean it!" hadn't actually been sufficient.
- >Now, you were paying for your hubris. She was out of your sight, and you hadn't the foggiest where she'd gone.
- >"DAAAAAAAAD!"
- >You let your breath out in a relieved sigh. You still can't see her, but her yells are easily leading you.
- >"DAAAAAD! LOOKIT! S'APPLES!"
- >Finally breaking through the crowd, you find her standing in front of a terrified looking pony with a pear-shaped cutie mark.
- >"S'NOT MISS BLOOM! M'ERIS. WHO'RE YOU?"
- "Not every fruit stall is run by an Apple, Eris."
- >"BUT SHE'S GOT FRUIT ON HER BUTT!"
- >You turn to the stallpony, and run a hand through your hair.
- "Really sorry, she's uh... new"
- >The fruit pony smiles weakly at you, but her ears are still plastered to her skull, so you wrap an arm around Eris' shoulders, and pull her away.
- >"BYE MISS NOT BLOOM"
- "Eris, please, can we stop the yelling?"
- >"I'M NOT YELLING. THIS IS MY VOICE NOW. ALL MY LIFE I HAVE WHISPERED AND NOW I AM FREE!"
- >You'd swear she got this from her other father, but you were an arse when you were younger, too.
- "Loud satyrs don't get to go visit the castle, though. It scares the guards!"
- >She takes ahold of your arm, and scuttles up to sit on your shoulder.
- >That's one you can DEFINITELY blame on Discord.
- >"ALL SHALL HEAR ME AND TREMBLE"
- >Damn.
- >You really should know better.
- 2016/02/20 - Biological Quirks
- "And so the King-in-Ryleh, and all his court, lived happily, for untold strange aeons."
- >The bed next to you lets out a deep rumble as Eris snores.
- >Bedtime was always an adventure, as were her stories of choice.
- >Not for her the normal childhood tales of Daring Do and her feats of daring do. No, Eris preferred cosmic horror, heroic tragedy, and, normal enough for a child her age, anything involving Mister Toad.
- >And whilst you could not remember every word of the Necrominocon, enough echoed through your mind for you to quite easily fill in the gaps as you went along.
- >After making them mostly child friendly.
- >You pull the covers up to and tuck them under Eris' chin, then stroke a hand through her pure-white hair.
- "Sleep well, trouble."
- >Another rasping snore is your only response.
- >Carefully, you make your way out of her room,and down the hall to yours.
- >Tomorrow's the first day back at school after the winter break, and you're going to need all your energy to get her ready in time.
- >Sleep comes easily that night, and you drift through realms of bright, strobing madness, forgetting all that you saw upon awakening.
- >But as with all days until the very end, the sun must rise.
- >With it, you haul yourself from slumber, wiping remnants of sleep from your eyes, and mopping chilled sweat from your brow.
- >Placing feet in worn out slippers, and wrapping your morning jacket tight around your shoulders, you tread the usual path through the house.
- >Hands trail against the wall, rough paper uneven against your fingertips, as you weave your way through the clutter that a single parent and rambunctious child leave in their wake.
- >The dawning sun's light spills through the inset window, barely piercing the dim gloom, but it is enough to see by.
- >Entering the kitchen, you click the hob on, leaving it to heat the skillet.
- >The butter hisses and spits, melting quickly in the hot pan.
- >As soon as the whole base is covered, you scoop in a dollop of pancake mix, and then use the spatula to spread it.
- >Rinse and repeat.
- >Well, repeat. There's no point rinsing everything when you're not done.
- >Once you've got a good few cooked well, you slide them onto plates, and slide them across the table.
- >Quickly chopping up a banana and a few strawberries into a bowl, you drizzle them all with yoghurt, and leave the bowl in the centre.
- >The front doorbell goes off, piercing the near-still morning air.
- "It's too early. Why does seven o'clock even exist?"
- >Again, the bell rings.
- "Hold your... Humans? What would be held here?"
- >You reach the door, and unfasten the locks.
- >Iron strikes iron, as you pull the bolt back, and throw the door wide.
- >A grey mare stands in the syrupy dawn light.
- >"Howdy howdy Mister Anon!"
- "And to you, Derpy."
- >She blinks at you.
- >If one looks carefully, they could almost see the clockwork inside her head, jamming and unjamming from second to second.
- "cough."
- >It's much too early to even pretend to be subtle.
- "Do I have a package?"
- >Her normal eye dips for a second, and she wets her lips.
- >Then her tongue pokes out, and she wets her lips.
- >You're going to need the mop later.
- "DERPY?"
- >"Huh? Oh, no! But you should come see!"
- >She takes your hand in her mouth, and pulls you out the house.
- >Her tongue runs along your fingers, and you do your best to think of literally anything else.
- >She pulls you to the bottom of your garden, and then lets go.
- >You pointedly ignore the applehorse staring at your house.
- >She does that most mornings, and you can't be bothered to stop her.
- >The farrier doesn't normally stop by though.
- "Yes, Derpy. This is the street. I've seen it many times before. And these are the marketp0nes, I've seen them before too."
- >She smiles at you, and laughs.
- >"Hah! Good one Anon!"
- >Giving up, you turn around, to head back inside.
- >But your eyes meet another sight.
- >Eris' window is open, curtains drawn back, and she presents a slim silhouette.
- >Her elbows are drawn up past her mis-matched ears, and fingers splay from her chin.
- >A small crowd of stallholders, early to market, stand at the edge of your lawn, gazing up at her.
- >Some have hooves covering their mouths, but most laugh openly.
- >"LOOK AT MY SQUIGGLY TESTICLES, AND KNEEL BEFORE ME!"
- >Looks like it's time to bring out the anatomy books.
- >Again.
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