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>>156479He rubs the little filly s'more, flopping her ear down.
"And for foals, I want four of them, I think. And early. Fairly young."
>>156481Her ear feels soft and velvety, and she coos as he pets her atop the head.
"Mmm, only four? I think it's possible to raise even more, if the older siblings help out." >>156480"You should tell me more about it later. When we have to review for the test."
She looks away, and the two presumably start to walk out of the lecture hall. She says to Solar Night
"I don't understand why I am required to study Equestrian History at all. It's not
my history. It's not my herd. I am not Equestrian, and my ancestors were not and would not have been welcome in Equestria."
>>156482"Hehehehe" He giggles, and now furiously rubs her neck while pressing her head into his side
>>156483She brushes her cheek against his coat, inevitably messing up some of his hairs.
>>156483""Yea i will for sure. Yea i can understand. that train of thought. although, learning history is good to not make the same mistakes of the past."
>>156484He doesn't mind at all. He is naked right now, and Amber is in her full dress. He rubs up against her more so, and moves his muzzle back, biting at her ear.
>>156485"So many mistakes" She says
"Yeah, you're right, I think. June says that knowing history and economics is important. All I really know is that all of these stallions who sound like they know what they are talking about know history, and they know it better than me.
I kind of wish I could study bat pony history instead though. Or world history. I would kind of like to know more about the griffins. Or the changelings even. Or the zebras..."
>>156486She is mindful that he might expose himself in public like he mentioned had happened to him several times before. But she doesn't mind what he's doing at all. Giggling, she mentions,
"Mustard, we're in public, teehee." >>156487"Then let me take you back" He says to her.
"Did you say you start your cycle sometime in the spring? Do you know about when, exactly?"
>>156486"Yea im sure we can next semester. it would be very interesting."
>>156430"Not at moment, but I can fix that."
>>156490She looks at him with a small smile
"Maybe that is what I will study. History. It seems kind of difficult now though. Maybe it will be easier later."
Alright, now Solar Night is off to his next thing
>>156489"I'm trying to guess when you'll have your first foal, Amber."
>>156491"Well... Good. You know we don't usually let foals stay with unmarried males. And these two foals especially we want to keep away from older stallions. But I see they like you, and we know you can keep them safe. So I will trust you with them, at least for the weekend."
>>156493If Amber had hopes of keeping her mane straight, those hopes are now dashed as he ruffles her mane yet again.
"When will you be in heat, Amber?"
>>156495"So it sounds like you have until about... March of next year until your first foal is born. Fourteen more months or so. You'll be... 18? Is that alright with you?"
>>156496"Nineteen, actually. Wait, how do you know I'll have a foal then?" She looks very confused by his prediction.
>>156497"Well, if you get pregnant at the end of that cycle, if it ends around the beginning of May, then it takes 11 months for the foal, you're looking at a due date of around about April of next year, or maybe March."
>>156498"Oh." A blush tinges her cheeks.
"You think I'll get pregnant then?" >>156499"I can make it happen if you want it to happen." He answers confidently and proudly
>>156500I'm wondering if Solar Night could or should have a break in his classes... But most likely, Political Organization.
>>156502He pulls away, and looks at her with a neutral expression.
"Okay." He says. "That's about where my mind has been at too."
>>156503"I mean," she answers with a furtive smile,
"I arrived in Baltimare just last week and already you're asking to have foals with me. I'm honored, really, and I love you, b-but let's give it some time and see where it takes us." >>156501Its up to you to break or not.
>>156504A short, curt "Okay." Is all he has to say to Amber's reply
>>156505On to class number 2: Introduction to Political Science: Political Organizations. Solar Night does not share this class with Nadir, although for what its worth, Optic Lens from the party the night before can be seen in the class. This one takes place in comparatively regular class room in the sense that it it's composed of tables of two seats together in rows. The total class size is smaller than the last class, but it's going to be completely full.
Where would Solar Night prefer to sit? In terms of how close to the front, and if any kind of student is preferred to sit next to.
>>156507"No, I just wanted to know what your plans were." He answers indifferently.
>>156509"I understand." He says. "I wasn't particularly keen on getting married, because things change and in this city, you don't really have a set future. I just wanted to see if you were on the same page, and you are." The two arrive outside the door of his house.
>>156510"Uh huh…."Amber feels disappointment that the romantic moment was ruined, and confusion on what seems to be a lie from Mustard. He was so serious earlier. She lets him open the door before entering herself.
>>156511He has nothing to say to her. He just turns around, opens the door, holds it open with his foreleg, and stares at her with blank expression as she enters into the home.
>>156508Dark Star looks for a free seat
>>156513Simply take a free seat. Works well enough. The professor comes in. It's a short grey unicorn stallion with a black mane. He looks to be very young, even younger than the last stallion. Probably not that much older than 30. Solar Night actually missed the first day of class, so the explanation of the class has evidently been missed.
Solar Night does, however, hear the Stallion's thesis of the class. The Stallion claims that the class will cover primarily a conflict that he believes defines the more than thousand year history of the Principality of Equestria, from the coming together at the first Hearthswarming in the time before the Princesses, to its formal dissolution on August 6th of last year. It is a conflict that he claims survives its death, and exists in every other nation on the planet; That conflict is the conflict between local governance, and central governance. This conflict is actually much more obvious in Baltimare than in basically any other region of Equestria, as Baltimare successfully negotiated regional autonomy, and has successfully reached a similar, probably more favorable agreement, with the new government - even though both settlements required the spilling of massive amounts of blood to reach.
[1d2 = 1][1d2 = 2]>>156514"Yes it is."
She says from the bed, looking back to Amber from he couch in the living room. Mustard Trim walks past Amber, towards the stairs.
>>156513>>156515Solar Night sits next to a stallion who smells like cigarettes, and leaves his backpack on the table. He is an earth pony stallion who looks like... well, rather skinny, brown in color, with a short black mane.
>>156514>>156515Not "The bed." Dahlia is on the couch in the living room
>>156515>>156517She would hate to leave it off on a sour note with Mustard, but it is getting late. Amber picks up her green headscarf and starts tying it underneath her chin. She says to Dahlia,
"Thank you, ma'am, for letting me come over. It was a pleasure meeting you, and Mustard is lucky to have you as his ma," with a gentle smile.
Have to sleep. Merry Christmas! >>156492"I promise I will not let you or them down."
>>156518"Oh, you're welcome, dear." She says with a warm smile. She looks over to the far left, confirming that Mustard Trim has indeed left the first floor of the house. Her smile goes away. She says to Amber,
"Why don't you come a little closer. Come over here."
>>156519She nods. It takes several minutes for the two foals to come down. Each one has a massive bag, almost as big as themselves full of this. Mint Marine especially is laden with a pack that weights him down on his back, while White Orchid is blinded walking with a giant bag in front of him.
>>156520"Sure." Amber approaches to within whispering distance.
>>156522She takes another look over her shoulder, then turns back to Amber with a serious expression. She leans forward towards Amber.
"If he knocks you up... or hits you... or hurts you... tell me. Please, by all means, tell me. I will take care of it."
She looks shocked that Dahlia would think her son is capable of that.
"Mustard would never hurt me," she says confidently. "But…" she looks hesitant. "I would tell you."
>>156524She nods her head.
“He won’t. I’ll make sure of
that.” She gives a smile, though it’s authenticity is questionable. “Thank you, dear. You don’t need to ever feel like you’re taking a risk here.”
>>156525Her words only add to her worries.
"No need to be harsh with him, he's only ever been a gentlecolt," she tries reassuring Dahlia.
>>156526She nods her head firmly.
“Right. That’s how I raised him to be. And that is how he is going to continue being “
>>156520Silver's eyes widen at the sight, remembering all of the stuff he bought for them.
"Did either of you need any help carrying all that?"
>>156527"Okay. Anyway, take care." She makes sure she hasn't forgotten anything, waves goodbye, and leaves.
>>156528Mint Marine:
“I… I think I do.”
He is over burdened.
White Orchid:
“Mhmrhmhm”
White Orchid starts to tip over forward.
>>156529“Oh… aren’t you going to say goodbye to Mustard? Don’t you want him to walk you back? Are you going somewhere?”
Dahlia immediately recognizes that something is wrong, and her facial expressions demonstrate that she is worried. She does not stand up from her seat on the couch.
The time is somewhere between 6 and 6:30 PM. It’s now actually dark outside, with the last gleaming light of astronomical twilight disappearing in the West. Amber’s location is the south-center of the city, just north of the river. It’s kind of cold with a little wind, but there is no rain.
>>156530Silver does his best to lift the burden from the two colts' shoulders, which is hard without putting strain on his bad shoulder.