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- >lyra dips into the town's winter oat reserve
- >she sneaks a little extra to share with her friends and detractors
- >twilight and applejack get pissed about losses to the stockpile
- >mayor mare refuses to launch an investigation
- >some say the minty thief even has her on the roll
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- Anonymous 12/10/20(Thu)08:51:17 No.36263677
- >Your ears twist and turn as you step into the house, a hoof working its way into the scarf around your neck to loosen it.
- >...
- >It's oddly quiet.
- >The unlit fireplace doesn't do much for the nerves either, making it hard to see.
- >Lyra wouldn't just sit in the cold like this.
- >Your eyes won't adjust to the dark for a good while, so you'll have to rely on other senses for clues.
- >To the average villager, it wouldn't be so much of a big deal.
- >It's a time to sit down, relax, and talk with a herd about your day in the comfort of their own home.
- >To you, however, it's you at your most vulnerable.
- >And something is wrong.
- >Where's the wild sounds of trotting and tumbling, the boisterous laughter, the texture of stray oats trailing form the kitchen?
- >Did she go out without saying anything?
- >No, she's usually waiting here to nudge you back onto your hooves when you want to rest after making candy all day.
- >Snout close to the floor, you begin to search for your mint green roommate.
- >The matches in the living area are missing too.
- >How many times do you have to tell her to put things back where she found them?
- >Tentatively, you make your way to Lyra's room, a smell working it's way into your snout.
- >It's Lyra's scent, and... a stallion?
- >No, something different.
- >Something foreign, though you think you have a good idea as to who's.
- >Nuzzling your way through her door, which is thankfully lit on the other side, you see the two culprits on a seemingly too-small bed, curled up asleep partially under a thick blanket.
- >Looks like all those tall tales mommas tell their foals about sleeping alone is true.
- >A big predator really did snatch Lyra up because she slept alone without other ponies to take watch.
- >Right, she mentioned he was hairless over most of his body too, and that without insulation he was the warmest "cuddly buddy."
- >The human had both his fore-arms around her securely, one of his weird claws over her muzzle, a little tongue poking out here and there to lick the individual digits.
- >Her ear flicks as Anon's breath tickles the back of it, making a motion to lightly swat him on his tiny foal-like snout.
- >And next to them on the bedside table are the matches you’re looking for.
- >Snorting you canter over to the bedside table, not making an effort to be quiet.
- >Predators tend to sleep more soundly, and for many times longer than a pony.
- >And Lyra is... Lyra.
- >Not to snuff the hearth, but unicorns are unusually eccentric, especially those weirdos that never leave their mountains, and none more than Lyra.
- >Even the way she sits and grazes is weird.
- >As you get close, you find Lyra's muzzle has escaped from the hold, twisting around up to try and hit the human's face with a stray lick.
- >Deftly, and still asleep, the human's chin tilts up, narrowly avoiding it.
- >With a low grunt his claw grabs and rubs her muzzle once more, now you realize it's to stop the sleepy grooming.
- >The human hums, pressing his face into her thick winter coat as he curls up around her, squeezing out a quiet whicker from Lyra.
- >Just like that they’re still again.
- >...They're both weirdos.
- >Swishing your tail, you make your leave.
- >Unlike the two of them, you’re freezing your girls off and have a fire to start.
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