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>>130024I don't think it is?"Not really, no. I do not control how many partners anyone has had in past."
>>130024Amber nods along and watches every move by the manager, making sure not to miss a step.
"There are two prices…?" she sheepishly asks.
>>130025-1 piece of fleece. Now 2 pieces left.
>>130025Right. Silent image. and remove one level 1 spell slot.
5 left.
>>130025>>130026She jumps back ever so slightly, then smiles with pleasure at the model.
"I
thought that was what you were buying these items for"
Then she pulls forward, smiling wide again
"If you are willing to
use you powers, I may have something for you to do. You see, many of my items here are rare and hard to find. They are much harder to find when certain suppliers go missing, or when travel lines are shut down. One of my items is manticore nails. There are Manticore in the woods, yes, but there are a few in the Baltimare Zoo, if you could get nail clippings from them. And then there is the shell of a certain clam.... I cannot get that, but there is a dye that concentrates the same or similar chemical, I know is used at certain factories. If you want to get one of those for me, or some other supplies, I may be willing to do favors in return"
>>130029"Oh that's not hard"
She pulls up a coat
"Yes, you see this here?" She points to a red number
"This is the nominal price, and this one here"
She points to one underneath that
"Is the sales price. Go with this one. Also, if they hand you a funny looking paper they say is money, you have to take it. Those are 'East Equestria' bits, and we are legally required to consider them money. Even though it looks like its counterfeit"
>>130028"Hmmm... that's a good way to look at it."
>>130034"I said it
looks like counterfeit money. We are required by law to accept it as if it were bits. Some stores require 'tips' when that money is paid, or will sell a 'rock' along with the purchase for more bits... but we can't always do that here. So just accept the paper"
>>130035Amber purses her lips.
I don't know if ponies copy it or not, the idea of paper money is very queer…hopefully I'm not held responsible if somepony does that.She nods her head slowly.
"I think I understand.
What else do I need to know?" >>130032"So my job to get to snuggle with a kitty is to go and snuggle with a kitty? Sounds likea deal to me," Fantasy says as she winks with one of her eyes.
"Will get those nails for you first, free of charge. Just to prove to you hope serious I'm."
As the Fantasy lowers her hoof back to the floor the cat climbs up on her back and curls up in a ball.
"So I'll get as many as I can but when I'm there but what is minimum?"
>>130037She looks at the magic cat as it moves along
"These are big nails. At
least every nail on a claw. There are trimmers there, though you may borrow a knife from me"
>>130036"Yes, some basics about our clothing stock"
>>130038Amber smiles and follows the mare.
The tough part is behind me now, and I might enjoy this. >>130039"Here, we have Stallion's formal wear. Fortunately, dark greys are in vogue." It's a suit
She goes over to a blue dress
"This is a mare's dress. Mostly for professional and social events, but it will do for special occasions for those with fewer resources. No, there is not a lighter shade of blue. You would be amazed how rare specific dyes can be while similar colors are cheap."
She goes through a set of clothing for foals, stallions, and mares
>>130038"Mmm. Is it a special knife? Because otherwise I think that trimmers or a pair of tongs would be better to cut off nails with."
She lifts up her hoof.
"But I would gladly except your generous offer to borrow your knife."
The cat jumps down on the floor and begins cricle around Fantasy's hooves and stroke against them.
>>130040Amber tries to keep track of all the different types of garments.
I've known that fashion can be quite complicated, but I never realized how getting dressed is such an affair! Cummerbunds, pocket squares, garters…you could spend your whole life learning just this! >>130041"Fair, they probably want a trimmer too"
She pulls out a sheathed knife from under her jacket
"But if you have need of a knife, since you look like you don't carry one..."
The knife has an ornate hilt, and a curved blade
"You can borrow this one. But I will only let you cuddle me or any f my friends if you bring it back"
She places it on Fantasy's Hoof
>>130042While this is happening, she also takes the time to show how they are placed on the racks, so as to not be wrinkled
>>130044This at least seems to be an area where Amber is more familiar.
Ma being so particular when putting away the laundry really is paying off. >>130045It sort of does. As best as Amber can gather, this is not a high end boutique, but it tries to recreate the same feel for ponies with less money to spend, while still functioning as a normal clothing store
>>130046I am intimately familiar with such placesHas polyester been invented yet?
https://quatr.us/modern-europe/where-did-polyester-come-from.htmIf there are any clothes with this fabric Amber would probably think they are silk.
>>130047Polyester was not made for commercial consumption until 1951, and thus is not present here. Silk is used in Parachutes, and thus will be austeritied and unavailable for civilian purposes
>>130048Amber asks the manager,
"Ma'am, am I right to assume that more wool clothes are being sold now in the winter and in the summer we'll restock with cotton clothes? What other things should I keep track of?"Also, is it visible that the store keeps stock of uniforms for military or paramilitary personnel?
>>130049There are no uniforms for sale, save maybe for school uniforms. At least none are visible in the store.
>>130049"Three years ago, you'd be half right. Ponies do like wool in the winter, but the weather in Baltimare doesn't drop below freezing for more than maybe a few weeks most years. And wool... well, half the supply is imported across troubled waters, and it's another 'austerity' item... We still sell a few wool items. Stallion's formal attire, some coats, a few hats and mittens... most of these are for ponies who will be working in the mountains, leaving to go further north, or who can pay a mark up for their preferred item. Mostly we sell cotton, even in winter. That may change next winter, but not today. As for other things to keep track of, I may have to wait until they come up."
>>130050Although it does not snow often in her native place, its relatively inland position permits occasional snowfalls that last at least a few days. Amber looks disappointed that she won't get even that here.
"Well, cotton is versatile so customers oughta like it. I do have a few questions." She swallows and wishes she had her canteen out.
"First, what are the store hours and when do you want me to start? Tomorrow is okay for me. Should I wear anything special? And–um–how much is the wage again?" Amber nervously smiles, worrying that she's already been told this and has forgotten.
Is the store heated? If so it may already be unpleasantly warm for Amber who is dressed to not feel much of the outside temperature at all, and who is saddled with a medium load.
[1d2 = 2]>>130051The store is indeed heated, though the store is set at a slightly lower than normal temperature, presumably to make the wearing of heavy clothing more palatable, or to save money on heating.
"The going rate is 5 bits an hour. You must look nice, as you are now if possible. Be here at 7 AM."
>>130053"Subject to change, of course. My name is High Sewn"
>>130055She looks down towards the ground (pinkish carpet floor), and speaks
“Yes... indeed I have been... I was younger than you... I watched the rise of gods... I’m still here, I suppose.”
*mlems all the cute ponies*
>>130063"Okay...I do not want to hurt you..."
He looks down, ears folded to the sides of his head.
>>130064"Why do you think you hurt me?" She asks
>>130065"I do not know if I did. It is why I asked..."
He looks back up at Jubilosa.
"I am not so good with people."
>>130066"You have been pretty good so far. At least since I've known you"
>>130067"I suppose I have been lucky. But I am not so good with words, or getting right how others feel. I feel as if I am always one errant sentence away from losing someone, especially now."
>>130069"It is how I am with words. I am some things, but I am not charismatic."
He gets a little smile.
"As you have already seen, and felt...I make up for it in other ways."
>>130070"Heh" she smiles
"You project plenty enough power"
>>130071"I suppose. I consider myself lucky someone as wonderful as you decided to give me chance."
>>130072Her smile becomes wider, and beak hangs partly open, as she lowers her head
"Uh, D'aww..."
>>130073He continues to look at the griffon, smiling like the lucky bastard he is.
"I have things I must do today, but...would you care to spend some more time together before then?"
>>130074She smiles back to him in a less embarrassed, warmer way
"Maybe these chairs keep us a little too far apart... I don't have anything else to do today. If you don't mind letting me stay here, that is"
>>130075Silver stands up, smiling even wider.
"Every moment you are here is another moment I get to spend in bliss. There is nothing I would mind less than letting you stay."
>>130076Now, she moves her head even lower, and moves her right wing out in front of her face
"That's... so sweet of you"
>>130077He chuckles at her reation.
"Apologies if it is overdoing it, but it is true."
He holds out a hoof for her to get out of her chair with.
>>130078She extends a claw to Silver's hoof
>>130078>>130079And gets out of the chair
>>130079Silver helps her out of the chair.
"Perhaps you would care to join me for bath, or shower? Our 'friendship' from last night could use washing up."
>>130082He leads her back to the bathroom.
"I got plenty of shampoos for us to use."
>>130083She laughs at this, with a full "haha." She walks out in front of him, through the door, past the bed, past the weird stuffed dog-thing, opening the bathroom door and entering
>>130084Silver goes to get out the wide selection of shampoos he got.
"So...what is your preference?"
>>130086"Hmm..."
Silver looks through them for something citrusy.
>>130087An orange smelling shampoo is among the many shampoos
>>130088"This one!"
He picks it out, and smiles at Jubilosa.
>>130089She smiles back sort of awkwardly
"So.... how does this work?"
>>130090"How does what work?"
The unicorn gives her a confused look.
>>130091"The... the shower, thing. The shower together thing. The thing you had in mind"
>>130092"Oh. Hmm...it might be better for us to bathe together, maybe."
>>130093"Uh... Sure"
Silver sees he has two options, the bathtub and the shower. Neither is really
massive and would be a tight fit for two creatures, especially with Jubilosa being a little larger than a pony mare. Maybe if they are tacked one on top of the other....
>>130094Silver goes for the bath, preparing it and, once it's nice and ready, getting in first, motioning for Jubilosa to get in on top.
>>130095Turn on the water. Get the temperature
just right. Add bubble bath soaps as desired. Maybe just a little warmer... Jubilosa steps a claw in, then another, then comes in to try to rest besides Silver.... Well, that won't work, at least not without Silver really squeezing over. Maybe on top of Silver...
>>130096I think so, but I also never looked for it until this yearGriffins are still the enemy. Do not lose sight of thisUh... should High Sewn respond to Amber? >>130095>>130097She slowly eases herself down, on top of Silver, looking around as she does so
"Heheh..."
>>130098Silver sinks into the water, bringing the soft griffon in with him. He lets out a sigh of contentment and closes his eyes.
"This feels nice..."
>>130096Jubilosa is still a cute, tho. >>130057"You could say that, I suppose.... I was just a fillie, helping my uncle in his store over the summer. I was helping stock when I went over help a mare find a dress for her daughter. Funny enough, it was for a cutesineita. That's when I found my destiny. But it wasn't until years later that I walked into the Carousel Boutique of Canterlot... It was indeed a magical time. A very different time, when gods walked among ponies..."
She looks past Amber
>>130100"Heh"
She smiles awkwardly at him
"Pretty close here"
>>130101"Maybe little."
He smiles back at her.
"But I like being close to you."
>>130102"Heh"
She smiles kind of awkwardly, and grabbing her shoulder
>>130103He uses his magic to levitate the bottle of shampoo over.
"I suppose we should actually clean ourselves, hmm?"
>>130104"Yes."
She takes a squirt of the shampoo, and places it on herself, on her lion-like fur
>>130101Amber is practically squeeing at the story.
"How lucky is that! I've been to Canterlot only once as a filly when my parents went on a pilgrimage there. It was such a gorgeous city!" >>130105"Here, allow me."
She can feel a slight tingle as his magic envelops the shampoo and works it into suds in her fur.
>>130106"Oh yes. Yes it was. Glittering long spires that pierce the heavens like spears. Stallions and mares who carry the grace of a thousand years of fine breeding in every footstep. And the clothing.... Well, it was only a week after opening day. I made sure to go in to see the latest of the line of clothing... I could see every stitch counted. Gems you would only ever see on rings or jewelry down here... And the colors, well.... All I can say is, they don't make them like that anymore."
>>130107She smiles a little more playfully
"Hehe"
She takes her claw, and starts to rub into Silver's chest floof with the shampoo
>>130108"Oh! Why thank you!"
There is quite a big of floof to his chest, and it is very soft. He smiles back, taking the opportunity as he washes her to appreciate her form.
"You are very fit and lithe. Graceful. Kind of like cat."
>>130109"I was fitter when I was flying milk... But yes, griffins are like cats... And thank you..."
She doesn't stop scratching at the fluff. Her talons are
not delicate, but she is at least making it down to the skin underneath. She looks at the fluff with an almost-fascination. Then she looks back to him.
"You had never seen a griffin so close, had you?"
>>130108Amber widens her eyes.
"You met the cream of the crop in Canterlot? I remember the carnivals, the street markets, grand museums, libraries, and the Royal Palace itself in the distance…then, at the Summer Sun Celebration, I saw Celestia Herself by standing on mah pa's head." She closes her eyes in bliss as she remembers such happy times.
"I reckon that you got exclusive access, though." >>130111"No.... Not that. But I met Hoity Toity, Sassie Saddles... Shook their hooves. Coming in as an adult..."
>>130110He looks away, blushing.
"Perhaps not in this fashion, no..."
He looks back to her.
"But I must say, I do like what I see."
>>130113"Heh heh"
She looks down, and resumes rubbing the floof
>>130112Amber looks like she is going to fangirl again but catches herself.
Wait…have I heard of those folks before?Knowledge check:
[1d20 = 1] Do they count as royalty/nobility? If so, add +2Before the conversation stalls, she adds,
"Why did you leave Canterlot?" >>130114It's quite easy to manipulate and twirl in her claws, with barely any tangles in the mass. As she plays with it, she notices that the properties that let it keep heat into also make it quite absorbant.
"So, what about you? Ever been this close to pony?"
>>130115Yes, definitely. Hoity Toity is a famous but very old governor who, among other things, forcibly rounded up and deported several villages of diamond dogs somewhere in the west. Sassie Saddles is the wife of a former foreign secretary who infamously shot her husband, was put on trial and acquitted under a sketchy claim of insanity
>>130116"N-no.... I wasn't.... particularly eager, either"
>>130118"Oh no, though I would have loved to have shown him one... I was afraid of what he would have thought. I did talk to him though. Ask him some questions on trends..."
>>130117"That is understandable, given your situation."
He smiles again at her.
"I hope I have not been disappointment."
"Ah." Amber hopes that she hasn't been annoying Sewn with all this inquiry.
Sense motive: [1d20 = 13] (is there a modifier?)
>>130122"No..."
She runs her talons through even more of Silver's fluff
"I'm glad you like what you see...."
>>130123The way she looks past suggests that she is remembering a lost time
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ABokQpjvELU >>130124>[YouTube] Scarborough Fair - Dan Avidan & Super Guitar Bros.Thanks, this is really good."Please tell me more about Canterlot in that magical time." The movement of her dress indicates a bit of a tail wag that is obstructed. She does look like a foal enchanted by an elder's tales of a time long past.
>>130124He smiles, and holds onto Jubilosa. The rest of his fluff is very similar, even if the individual areas do not have volume of floof his chest does.
>>130123I forgot to mention, it's however many ranks Amber has in sense motive plus wisdom modifier>>130125Though she talks to Amber, she cannot be made to look or focus at Amber. In a way, it's like there's a projector showing still images onto an invisible wall somewhere in the middle of the carpet pathway somewhere to the left of the door and in front of the mannequin display case for the blue dress.
"The ponies there gave the definite impression that they knew they ruled the world, or at least all of the parts they cared for. Very refined. Confident. Cultured. Almost every one in a suit, like the city was one big social event. The main city was sectioned off and closed to through-traffic. The buildings were only the most elegant of past generations. The air was clean, cleaner than in any of the bigger port cities. But what really made it different, at least from these days, was the absence of any real fear, or dread. There was optimism in those days. Optimism about what the new may bring."
>>130126She goes up and down on parts of his body, fluffing it up with the shampoo
>>130127Amber eagerly imbibes these words.
I could not properly appreciate it when I visited it but it's truly a city of, as they say, "giants among ponies." There must be something specially magical about Canterlot that bred so many great leaders and noble heroes. I wish I had another chance to visit… >>130127He reciprocates, sudsing up her fur, going for a different bottle of shampoo for feathers when he gets to her upper body. He particularly watches as he works the shampoo into her soft chest feathers.
>>130128"Well..."
She looks back to Amber
"You look like a cheerful one"
She seems to smile, and does so in a way that must be unnatural for her
>>130129She pulls back and tenses up her fur at points where Silver applies pressure. Silver can hear the scratching of her talons and hind paws on the porcelain bathtub as she moves and reposition herself, trying and failing to get a grip
>>130130The unicorn attempts to slide down the tub a little to use his own body to support her.
>>130131She spreads her wings in part over the side of the tub, holding herself up. She then uses both claws to scrub the side of Silver's chest and barrel
>>130130Amber is taken aback from the change in the formerly no-nonsense mare but maintains a cheerful demeanor, albeit visibly more cautiously.
"Well, I…I wasn't raised to think of sour grapes.
Warmth and joy is something everypony can appreciate." >>130132"I feel like I am getting pampered at spa. I only hope I can make you feel same."
Silver continues to wash her body. His magic can both wash her fur-covered stomach and her feather-covered chest and neck simultaniously.
>>130133As in, the smile looks unnatural. Like Hilary Clinton imitating a smile.
Looking at her, she says
"Well, let's see how long that lasts"
She resumes looking at the invisible screen
"Well, that was back before the Storm King invaded and before the migration... Even as it was after the first Changeling attack and the vines...After my engagement..."
>>130134If Silver has ever washed a dog or cat, he could feel some similarities. Her belly 'gives in' when he presses into it, as loose fur is pushed aside. Her tail, previously hanging out of the tub, now circles around inside, and is next to Silver's chest
"Heh." She must have felt a tickle
>>130135>Hillary ClintonOkay, Amber is definitely creeped out.
"Engagement…?"Also, isn't she around fifty? The first changeling attack was ten years ago. >>130136Maybe not Hilary Clinton, and she seems much younger than 50. The point is, she makes an attempt at warmth.
"Oh, nevermind that." She says, turning back to Amber with a serious expression
She is recounting specifically her first time going into a Store owned by Rarity, which did not reach Canterlot until after the wedding >>130135His magic works down to her flanks...or, at least, what flanks would be on a pony. Silver isn't quite sure what they are called on a griffon. He grins at her.
"Ticklish?"
>>130137"Oh, excuse me." Amber looks around awkwardly.
I instinctively knew that but somehow forgot in all this multitasking. >>130138Her rump is really not very meaty. At all. Not like a pony, at least, though she at least has some muscles going up her thighs, and lose fur to cover them
"Only a little" She answers
>>130136Or maybe the timeline just doesn't work for the character.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=suRDUFpsHus"Well, do you have any further questions?"
>>130142Amber nods gratefully and exits the building. She cranes her neck back, opens one of her saddlebags and quickly takes out an army-style canteen.
Glug glug glugI imagine that a lot of characters in this setting feel this way so there will be plenty of opportunityAnyway, see you tomorrow (if not, that's okay because I'm also quite busy) I hate botching things, where I know what I intend a character to say or mean but it doesn't come across and it isn't interpreted that way. Like the smile on High Sewn, or any of the last things to happen with the wolves. It kills the enjoyment more than anything else that happens
>>130140Silver continues to wash and rub his griffon companion until she is nice and clean.
>>130145She is slowly cleaned, even as she is out of the water more than Silver is. She doesn't quite seem to fully embrace the lathering, but recoils ever so slightly at the touches
>>130145Sure, but it can derail an entire character easily >>130147"There...you look very lovely, if I do say so myself."
>>130150Silver nods, and levitates a towel over.
"Here, whenever you are ready to get out."
>>130151Nice and citrus-yShe jumps out, or tries to, slipping back into the tub, splashing water about and falling on Silver. Her tail extends out as the water still splashes from side to side. She jumps up, and out onto the floor, with a strange tapping noise of talon against tile, and she slides a few inches
>>130152"Oof!"
The air is forced out of his lungs as she lands on him. He recovers quickly though. He looks over the side of the tub.
"Try using towel to stand on and dry your claws and paws first."
>>130153She pulls a towel off the counter, and places it on the floor, then stepping on it
>>130154Silver gets out as well, using his own advice to avoid slipping. Once he's safe from slipping he properly dries off, becoming very floofy in the process.
>>130155That's a lot of floof
She takes another towel and places it over her back, trying to rub water off, then under her belly. She partly extends her wings, trying to wipe off the thickest part of the limbs, but it's difficult as she cannot fully extend her wings, at least not in that moment in that exact position
>>130156Yes, yes it is.
Silver returns to admiring the griffon form as Jubilosa attempts to dry off.
>>130157She moves her towel up to dry her upper chest and around her neck, while extending her wings a little further and shaking them. She reaches back with her beak and tries to preen a feather or two off
>>130158"Oh, you are preening? Do you need any help?"
>>130159She looks back at him - she looks almost strange, wet as she is.
"No..."
Maybe one day Spark will continue his adventure.
>>130143As Amber drinks from her water, partly heated by the warmth of her body, a thought crosses her mind
Wait a minute.... Sassy Saddles didn't kill the foreign secretary to whom she was married, she killed the newspaper editor who she thought was going to publish a letter saying he cheated on his first wife with herHistory can be hard, keeping up with so many names
>>130160The unicorn shrugs, and continues to smile and look at her.
"Very well, but I do have experience with preening if you are ever interested."
>>130181She smiles awkwardly
"It's not preening... just a loose feather or two..."
>>130180Amber frowns as a dark cloud had entered her frame of mind.
How could ponies act so ugly? She shakes her head, puts away her canteen and rushes back to the grocery store owner to keep him in the loop.
>>130182He shrugs again in response.
"Alright then. I am going to see what we have for breakfast downstairs."
The fluffy unicorn leaves the bathroom to head for the kitchen, in a quest for something to break his fast.
>>130183According to her lawyer, she was "overcome in a womanish passion, unable to control her emotions at the calumny of her husband." So sayeth the lawyer anyways, and the jury must have agreed....
A literal dark cloud passes overhead as well, traversing between her and the sun, and leaving just as quickly.
Maybe a quarter mile, probably less, to Plump Stock's store. He is looking at cans.
>>130184Going downstairs, he finds himself alone. Not much of an issue, as there is a nice view outside and relative calm
>>130185If 'not being in self-control' can acquit one from any wrongdoing, then is there any justice at all? Could one not merely throw away all inhibitions and be considered innocent from what results, or is not a lack of self-control a moral flaw in itself? She tries to push away these thoughts as she walks into the store.
"Hello?" >>130185He looks through the cabinets and refridgerator for something to eat for breakfest.
>>130186He looks up from the can, taps a hoof against his glasses, squints, and in a delayed response, says
"Oh, Amber is it?"
>>130187Lemon grass, uncooked noodles, straight oats, straight wheat - grain, that is - straight alfalfa, more lemon grass, onions....
>>130188It's not much, but he has a bowl of oats to get him on his way until later.
>>130188Amber demurely nods.
"Yes, Mr. Stock. I just wanted to let you know that I found a position as a clerk in a clothing store down the street." She watches his expression carefully, hoping she didn't offend him somehow.
>>130189He pours the bowl of nice whole oats and eats it
>>130190"Huh. Things really have picked up around here for a mare to get offers like that."
>>130192"No... It's the Djinn, I'm afraid. But you sure are charming and eager, it's no wonder you could find another so quickly.... You still wanna work here or...."
>>130191It serves to satisfy him. He wonders if the others have gotten up yet. He was hoping he could ask Mala if he wanted to come along.
[1d2 = 2]>>130194Mala seems to be asleep, Khoi...
>>130194Silver encounters Khoi, who walks out of her room after evidently hearing him come her way
>>130193Amber rubs a fetlock against a cannon, looking downward in a bit of an embarrassed fashion.
"I wish I could, but…I don't know this schedule will work out. I'll let you know.Should I roll whether she recognizes the term Djinn or not? >>130197"Oh... Alright then" He says, attempting a smile
She can always try a knowledge roll >>130198"I don't want to keep you. Have a nice day!" as she walks backwards toward the exit.
Rolling knowledge (religion):
[1d20+4 = 19] >>130196"Oh, Khoi! Apologies for waking you."
>>130199Djinn: spiritual entities, usually malevolent, appearing in the religion and folklore of equine cultures in Zebrica, especially Saddle Arabia. His exact meaning can't be determined
He waves at her
>>130200"Hello. You did not wake me" she responds
>>130201She returns back to the area of the clothing store and inquires about where
cheap accommodation might be.
Gather information:
[1d20+2 = 16] >>130202Random Pony:
"'Bout near the cheapest apartments you're gonna find anywhere is gonna be on the east-side."
In general, the answer is that in general the lower class and cheaper accommodations are east of the city center, with options like buildings that were damaged in the war, or even things like sleeping in single rooms above taverns and shops
>>130203Amber makes it clear that she doesn't mind staying with a roommate in an apartment, and asks if this is possible on the "East-Side."
>>130204"Oh there's any sorts of arrangements you can do. Lots of ponies stay with roommates"
>>130201"Ah, good!"
He smiles at her, then rubs the back of his neck awkwardly.
"So...I heard you showed interest in, uh...mating practices, while talking with Jubilosa."
>>130206Her eyes go wide, and she takes a step back, then another, until she runs into a side of the door well of her room. What little parts of her face are not covered by fur have noticably changed a full red.
"What"
>>130205"Okay! Thank you, kind sir/madame!"Amber trots directly eastward from the closest intersection, taking care to remember any unique landmarks and sights, sounds, or smells along the way. Anything along the first two blocks of her path?
Don't be in any rush to get a post out, I'm working on some important stuff so do your worldbuilding at your leisure >>130207"Well, I heard you are not so knowledgable about sex, and you became curious about it for when you find husband."
>>130209She sits down, moving her back against the left side of the doorwell (the right from Silver's perspective). She turns her head, and raises her right hoof to cover her eyes and mouth, and both ears go down.
>>130210"Ah. I am sorry, Khoi, I was just wondering if you still had questions."
>>130211Hey, give Silver some credit. He's not gonna ask her for sex out of nowhere. >>130212She eases her left hoof down, and lays on the ground, She places her left hoof over her head as well. She's kind of an interesting creature, with scales, split hooves, antler-like horns, and a tail that is long like a griffin's, but with hair underneath like a pony.
>>130213Silver rubs the back of his neck and tilts his head at her. He's not a very interesting creature, being just a pony. Or, perhaps he is to the kirin. He's not sure how many ponies she's seen before.
"So, did you have any questions?"
He doesn't sound too worried or upset that she knows details about his more private interests.
>>130214She tries to bury her face into the wood floor, with her forelegs firmly covering her face. She is kind of soft on the neck, though
>>130215He smiles at the reaction, but understands.
"Alright, I will drop it."
>>130217She does not say anything, but has a tense smile. Or at least, her lips are pulled back, showing her equine teeth. Her tail is spread out along the floor into her room
>>130218Silver trots forward to her, offering a hoof for her to get up.
"There is not much to eat for breakfast, but there is some oats, wheat, among others. I will go grocery shopping later after I finish with my tasks for today."
>>130219"Okay" She says. After some time, she offers one hoof to him, still using a foreleg to cover her face
>>130220Silver takes it and hauls her up. He has to use a lot of his strength to keep her up until she puts the foreleg she's hiding her face with back down.
"Do you need anything while I am out? Any requests?"
>>130221She puts the foreleg down and tries to look away, with that same awkward smile on her face.
"I don't... know" Or maybe she said "no," hard to tell
>>130222He chuckles, and pats the kirin's scaly back.
"I could not hear what you said. You do not have to be so embarrassed about it, I do not mind."
>>130223Not as soft. She won't look at him, but is opening her eyes now. Silver can see the red through the spaces on her fur
>>130224He smiles brightly at her and lets out another chuckle.
"I have to admit, though, I am surprised no kirin stallion took liking to you. You are nice kirin, and very pretty."
>>130225It takes her a moment to recover, and she says nothing until they reach downstairs
“There were... only so many stallions in village. Many more in army camp but... I was not so receptive then.”
>>130226"I figured, it is normally stallions you see in war. What was wrong with them?"
Silver sits down on the couch, figuring things can wait while he talks with Khoi.
>>130227She is decidedly looking away
“I don’t... I didn’t... it was a field army hospital, near front line. Blood and dying. I was not in the mood to be courted by stallions who would be cycled out next week.”
>>130228He suddenly gets a very apologetic, awkward look on his face, like he didn't realize that possibility in his mind before he said it. Now it's his turn to cover his face with a foreleg.
"...oh..."
>>130208To her right, the buildings become larger. A large, domed building with a set of high steps going up to what must be its front entrance, with open grass around. Another large brick faced building, with big, Doric columns. The same large building she went past before, labelled as the "Eclipse Gulf Insurance Building," and a few other large buildings that must be commercial and government.
>>130230She is silent again, having evidently not fully recovered.
>>130231Silver quickly recovers.
"So...what is it you are looking for in mate?"
>>130232"A husband. Able to care for me, for my foals. Calm tempered, temperate, productive." She finally turns her head to look at him
>>130233He smiles at her.
"Sounds like he would be keeper. Are you looking for kirin, pony, or does it not matter to you?"
>>130234She tries to bury her muzzle in the side of the chair
"I....."
>>130235While he waits for her answer, he thinks a little, speaking to himself.
Hmm...*can* ponies and kirins have foals together? >>130236She does not look at him but answers,
"I imagined pony"
>>130237He stops thinking, looking over to her at her answer.
"That makes sense...I do wonder what your foals would look like, being pony-kirin pairing."
>>130238She keeps her muzzle buried there as she sits in silence
>>130239He smiles again at her.
"Want me to point any good stallions I find in your direction? You would be real keeper for many."
>>130240She turns her head again to look at him, still smiling awkwardly
>>130241"Heheh, I will take that as 'yes'. So, what do you want for breakfast?"
>>130242Then she turns her head down
"You... you choose..."