I'm sorry about Friday · 4:29am Feb 2nd, 2015
I've had a weekend to relax and reflect, and I have much to talk about after...well, Friday's outburst. But in the meantime, two things. First:
“Sorry to bother you, Zecora, but you're the smartest zebra I know when it comes to potions!” Pinkie cocked her head. “I mean, you're technically the only zebra I know, but you know more about potions than most ponies, except maybe Twilight, and Apple Bloom did make that one that turned out to be a disease, but...”
The rambling ceased as Blueblood jabbed the pink one in the side of the leg. Pinkie paused for just a moment, caught her breath, and then continued. “We found this weird thing outside the library and were wondering if you could take a look at it.”
The pink pony spun her head around until her muzzle was tucked into her mane. After a few seconds of tussling and squeaking, her cranial parts returned to staring at Zecora, this time with the transparent bag holding the dart. Zecora was stoic as the item in question made its way from Pinkie's mouth to her outstretched hoof. “It was in the grass under the balcony. We don't know what it is, but...”
“It is a blowgun needle, and recently fired.” Zecora leaned her head closer. Her gaze locked onto the tiny red splotches along the needle tip. “And the consequences may be most dire.”
“A...blowgun?” Blueblood tilted his head. “Is this like that commoner thing where you chew up paper, stick it on a straw, and blow so hard that it hits your teacher in the eye and you end up in detention for two weeks?” There was just long enough of a pause for Pinkie to wince and the colt to shift uncomfortably. “Er...it was Orange Peel's idea.”
Zecora chuckled. “A crude comparison, but it shall do the trick. And a needle can do much with just a prick. It can be coated with such poison so deep, that its victim might fall into a deep sleep.”
There were many ways to take that last word, but whether Zecora meant it to be literal or metaphorical did not matter. “It's kind of important that we find out what this green stuff is,” said Pinkie. “I'm pretty sure ponies don't leak green. Unlesssss you're really sick, but I'm pretty sure this didn't hit where that stuff comes from.”
Blueblood grimaced. Please forget about that. Don't let that image into your brain. No, stop thinking about it. No No No No No NO NONONONONONONO! He gagged and rolled his eyes as the image of a puking (or worse) pony was forever burned onto his regal and impressionable mind.
And second, Seattle Seahawks...
...yes, yes they are.
Awesome Super Bowl ending (unless you're a Seahawks fan).
Oh
And he's back! I knew my words of encouragement would help.
Having seen the last bit of the game, I agree His Highness. They could have pulled something...
Ok... color me intrigued with the passage
What happened on Friday? Did I miss something?
I'm glad to see you seem to be feeling better. I hope things keep going up for ya.
I'm glad you got a chance to relax. Sometimes we ALL need to take a chill pill.
It seems very good...
Kinda disappointed in the Seahawks. But anyway, it's good to have you back. And I can also see you've also made significant progress on the next chapter, which is also good!
that's what you consider an outburst? god danm.....
and be sure to watch that video i linked.....