Update: Coming soon to the next Thoughts blog… · 2:39pm Nov 12th, 2013
The living room of Garand’s apartment was quiet. That was until a bright flash of light admitted a pale violet unicorn mare, who landed in a clack of hooves and heavy thump. A short bang sounded off to her left. Crystal Quartz shook her head clear and brushed locks of her long off-white mane out of her eyes.
Turning to the source of the bang, she saw a rabbit backed up all the way in its cage and its head turn to the side, its eye staring at her as it twitched.
“W-where am I?” She rubbed a hoof on her left shoulder where she landed on when she popped into wherever she was.
Crystal Quartz rolled onto her hooves, only to let out a cry as they found zero purchase on the hard, irregularly colored and stoned floor. Flopping heavily onto the ground again, her head darted all around and took in whatever sights she could.
She was in a space between a long coffee table draped with a shiny material and a black rack topped with a large oddly shaped box. They were behind and in front of her respectively. To the counter’s left, a long cabinet topped with more racks filled with strange metal boxes, some covered with cloth, some fully exposed.
A long series of skeletal wooden couches fitted with pink covered cushions sat against the wall behind the coffee table. To her right, some sort of a long dresser or an altar tucked against another wall. It was topped with weird idols and a burning wick on a bowl of oil. Yes, it looked like a strange altar.
“Where am I?” Crystal Quartz repeated.
Presently, a door left of the altar opened. Loud music floated from the room beyond. Crystal Quartz’s bugged out at the sight of a translucent magenta pony with white mane flowing as though a flame. Well, not quite a pony as it had thinner legs and longer, angular snout. It hadn’t noticed her. Crystal Quartz realized it was a mare when it turned and spoke into the room:
“I… thought I heard something.”
“Yeah, it’s probably one of the neighbors dropping something, Cassia,” a male voice floated back out. “It happens all the time.”
The mare narrowed her soft pink eyes. “Garand… it didn’t sound like it came from above us.”
Crystal Quartz tensed a little from her lying position as the mare turned and immediately noticed her. The mare immediately turned her head back.
“Garand… you might want to look at this,” she said.
There was a pause.
“… Fine,” the voice said.
It was another few moments before a head popped in view behind the mare’s withers. The creature was nothing she had seen before. Short, spiky mane covered the top of his—it had to be a male from the voice—head and his face was long but almost flat except for roundish, triangular nose. Small black eyes that grew wide in recognition stared at her.
There was a moment of silence before he said: “Oh dear.”
You win a cookie if you can guess what is the next Thoughts blog about.
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