In Changelingia (West Equestria), Brie gains the support of a Changeling queen for his endeavors. Spark is doing his best to help an ill Wolf spiritual leader.
In Free Equestria (East Equestria), Iron is trying to intimidate a group of criminal griffin interlopers. Fantasy Play is helping to shut down an Anarchist press. Silver is helping his new household. Amber Sunset is walking through the city, and Dark Star has just finished helping the orphans.
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"I don't suppose there are any objections for the doctor to examine the Priest, is there?"
>>136071From the forest, there is a sound of a twig breaking as Makade emerges from the tree line, his dark fur blending well with the shadow left by the trees. His rifle moves down as it is sling over his back. The doctor jumps back with a “wah!” in startlement, but even Waabishki stands straight up in alert, both ears pointing towards Makade.
“Yes. There is. The secrecy of the village’s location is its security. It is a danger to let outsiders in.”
>>136072"Then how about moving him here to the doctor?"
>>136073He doesn’t answer. Instead, he turns his head to Waabishki
Waabishki:
“I don’t... I don’t know how far he could travel... I don’t think he could walk far or for long on his own.”
>>136074"What about we pull him on something, like a sled?"
>>136075Waabishki
“A... sled? The pony toy?”
Makade
“I believe we have one at the village. So long as the location of the village does not get out.”
>>136056Silver smiles at her.
"I might not be able to understand it, but could you show off some of your skill to me?"
>>136077“You mean, like, translate something?”
I ought to have some free time this weekend. Can't wait.
>>136078"Translate, or speak little of what you know. If you wanted to, that is."
Is anypony available to play this weekend?
>>136080"Well, I can try"
She smiles awkwardly, and moves back, so that she is (once again) sitting upright in the bed, with her hind legs extended forward and holding her forelegs in the air. She briefly touches her right foreleg with her left, moves her still-tied mane behind her neck, and then looks upwards towards the white painted ceiling. With a loud "Uh-hug uh-hug" she clears her throat, and begins to recite a set of memorized lines, inflecting a slightly deeper tone and trying to imitate an accent. She stares down to the left as she does so, onto the bed covers:
"Huel ya cuica ye nican
xiuhtototl quetzal tzinitzcan
ya quechol achtohua
moch on quinanquilia
ayacachlli huehuetl,
Ohuaya Ohuaya"
Both Spark and Amber have posts to reply to to continue their respective stories
>>135707Amber looks to see if there's any clock about for a precise reading of time. If there isn't she'll ask a nearby pony, if there are any, for the time.
Fantasy Play does a triple-flips and kicks Chryssalis to the moon.
Rolling for procentage[1d100 = 77]
>>136164She goes 77% of the distance to the moon, leaving her stuck forever in the L1 La Grange point
>>136097Silver stomps his hooves against the floor lightly in applause.
"Превосходно! That was impressive!"
>>136099Uh.... 6:30?
>>136203She smiles awkwardly, and seems to blush
“It’s from a poem. I would memorize poems to try to learn the language.”
>>136208“It’s... ‘Beat Your Drums.’ It’s a poem about joy, and celebrations the nice things in life. The verse I quoted is about the birds chirping in the forest.”
>>136209Silver smiles brighter.
"That sounds very nice. I am really impressed at your ability."
>>136210Her ears come down as she smiles again, and blushes
"Thanks..."
>>136206Amber is quite pleased by this and enters the shop a half hour early.
>>136214Or maybe not 6:30...
Standing by the door of the shop, outside of it, is High Sewn, smoking a cigarette. She looks at Amber through the twilight, and under the dim illumination of a street lamp
“You’re here early”
>>136212"So, what
is your special talent?"
Silver motions to her cutie mark.
>>136217As she sucks on the cigarette, the end glows a bright orange. She pulls it out with glowing yellow magic, and flips the cigarette away, with the orange glow showing in the dim light.
"Good. Then let's start early."
>>136218Amber nods anxiously and waits for High Sewn to enter the shop before following in.
>>136216She moves over slightly to the right, showing her right flank, and moving her wrapped red tail out of the way. Silver can see what looks like a pattern of over lapping curved lines emanating from a center point. Past this is a circle, with shorter "rays" emanating from this. The lines are black, and the area within is an orangish hue, distinguishing it ever so slightly from her yellow fur, although the cutie mark almost blends Her cutie mark resembles a sun flower, but the sharper lines and consistent yellow-orange color makes it appear more abstract, like a representation of the sun.
She answers
"I would like to think it represents a sense of wonder; a search for something higher."
>>136219Once she flicks the cigarette, she moves to the door and enters, with a flick of yellow magic turning on the light. The sign on the door remains in the "closed" position.
She says to Amber,
"We open on weekdays at 8AM. We didn't used to, but there are enough mares getting off of night shift, or wanting to shop before factory day shift to justify these hours. It'll just be you in the morning, but Verina will join you around noon. Before we open we check inventory to see what we have in stock, and we restock our shelves."
She walks in further towards the register, and then turns around.
>>136220Amber slowly walks in and looks around, but focuses her attention on Sewn when the latter turns toward her.
>>136221It looks much the same as when Amber came in the day before, with a few empty spots on shelves and many others with clothing
High Sewn looks at Amber
"So your task is, mark down what we don't have, then go in the back, and replace what we don't have with what we do have, and keep note of what is still missing."
>>136222"I understand, ma'am." Amber starts on this task with the shelves closest to the entrance, trying to remember from yesterday which clothes go where if there aren't labels to help. Nearby articles of clothing of similar type help to jog the memory.
>>136185Heh. Their tails are part of the suit. Cute.
>>136076Is it time for a sledding adventure?
>>136231Perhaps
>>136224Okay... tell me when you are ready
>>136226Hopes you can join again sometime >>136232"Should I prepare the sled or stay with the doctor?"
>>136233Makade raises a paw
“I can fetch it. You stay here and watch him.”
Wabashki adds solemnly
“And I will speak with Miskobag... prepare him for a trip.”
>>136234Spark turns back to the doctor.
"Looks like we have a little time to kill. Might as well discuss a couple of things. So, are you a substitute doctor?"
>>136235“Substitute? No. I am the primary physician of the town, and have been for about five months now. Before that, I was a physician in Whinnyapolis, and I was a surgeon during The War.”
>>136223The shop seems to sell a number of fairly ordinary woolen sweaters, which evidently are the items in greatest demand as the shelves are largely empty.
High Sewn takes a seat behind the counter, opens the register, and seems to occupy herself with paperwork.
>>136238Amber will go into the storage room and pick out several sweaters of each color. She has time to make several trips if necessary, as she carefully balances the wares on her back to avoid upsetting their folds.
>>136239As she goes back, she discovers that green, shades of yellow and orange, and red are in shorter supply, with green being entirely unavailable. White, black, grey, and blue are more plentiful.
>>136238"Hmm... and what brought you here?"
Amber frowns and quickly trots back to Sewn. "Ma'am...it looks like we're running short on some sweaters. We ain't got any green at all, and only a few of yellow, orange and red are left."
>>136241“I was told to transfer here by the... Changeling Authorities.”
>>136242She looks up, and exhales
“Yeah, that’s about how it goes. Between international shipments being down and wool, cotton and dye being used for blankets, uniforms, bed sheets, paint and other ‘wartime priorities’” she bothers to raise both forehooves for air quotes on this one “shipments are unreliable if they come at all. If you see an orange, or any kind of lively color like that, you can be sure there’s a mark up on it and we will advertise it in the window.”