Lunch · 3:12pm May 27th
I helped write a story about eating lunch. Just a few friends at a little Prench restaurant in Ponyville. Nothing of interest happens in it, I'm sure.
Some trust in chariots and some in horses.
I helped write a story about eating lunch. Just a few friends at a little Prench restaurant in Ponyville. Nothing of interest happens in it, I'm sure.
It’s done.
I spent more time researching for “Seeking” than any other fic I’ve written. Many hours were spent referencing the Bible, learning Hebrew words, and diving down Wikipedia. Given the sensitive subject, I needed to ensure accuracy, lest I misrepresent a tradition.
Outlined in late 2020 and not finished until now, this story is a labour of love. I hope you found the story as stimulating to read as I found it to wrote.
Spoilers below the break.
“I think I’m in love with you.”
Rarity nodded in silence at Twilight’s declaration, the rosy aura wrapping her visage seemingly transparent juxtaposed to the plump tomato atop Twilight’s neck. She pursed her lips, drawing out a long pause, terminated only by a muffle. “Hm.”
To the tune of "Gonna Be My Day"
Good evening, love
A rainbow's shining up above
Shining bright over me
Have you a clue
How long I had a crush on you?
Your sneaky kiss set it free
Don't ever worry 'bout the homophobes, xenophobes
Or wonder if it's true loveYou smile so tall
Your laugh made me fall
1. What is your first name?
Filly.
2. How old are you?
Old enough to be your sister.
3. What country are you from?
Equestria.
4. What do you look like?
Purple-maned unicorn with numbers on my flank.
5. What do you wish you looked like?
Purple-maned alicorn with numbers on my flank.
6. How did you come across MLP:FIM?
And any other holiday some of you might celebrate today.
I blame fourths. April, fourths.
I sure hope this isn't an April Fools joke.
\exists n \in \mathbb{Z}^+ . \text{Love at} \; n^\text{th} \; \text{sight}
“Hmm, perhaps if we consider the set of determinants of prime matrices, we could prove a positive lower bound and conclude any prime matrix must be invertible.”
Moondancer’s voice trailed off into the aether as her muzzle scrunched and her words devolved into an incoherent low hum, accompanied by a steady rock of her body. Front, back, hmm, front, back, hmm, a mathematical metronome.