update · 9:15pm Aug 28th, 2012
Chapter 15 is getting large enough that I'm considering splitting it into two chapters - but I'd probably rather have it finish up this little part of the story. I've managed to add a few thousand words over the last few not-quite-consecutive days, and most of the writers block has been left by the wayside.
Also - I've managed to plan out about 5 complete scenes from other random spots that are wonderfully interesting in their own right, but also help to tie the rest of the story together.
I may post one of these scenes just prior to Chapter 15. Feel free to vote for which one you'd like to see.
1. Fluttershy has lunch.
2. Dash does a little dance.
3. Rarity crashes a party.
4. Luna plays dress-up.
5. Applebloom writes a story.
Also - I'd like to give a shout out to zinitradd, who's got a rather interesting little story on his hands here. Have a look if societal changes due to interstellar alliances piques your interest:
http://www.fimfiction.net/story/46616/First-Contact%3A--From-the-Mouths-of-the-Ponies
Sorry about the wait.
3. Most willingly.
4. :D Luna is best pony.
Hmm, would you consider posting a small recap of the events in a few previous chapters? It has been a while, after all, and I doubt that I am alone when I say that I've forgotten many scenes by now. It's not strictly necessary, but it would help a lot.
btw, 5 :]
4. Luna plays dress-up.
Cuz everyone knows Luna is the best!
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Looking forward to the new chapter, shalrath.
also, 4
BECAUSE LUNA
my choice, ummmm.... Yes.
I guess that I would have to pick 4, if we can't have all of them.
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Go 4
#4 will be a little bit of a challenge, but I'll see what I can do.
Also, does anyone speak French fluently? It's for #1..
I agree, Luna is best pony. #4 it is!
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Good choice. It's probably the creepiest one out of the five.
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either way, I am so hyped for the next chapter :D
random sentence from #4
"Amid a field of short trimmed grass, fenced by tall gnarled oaks, lay a modest home. One of red brick and brown timber, worn by weather and weathered by wear. One faithful and longstanding residence to one longstanding and faithful resident. "
Don't make me choose ok number 5!
Also, <ROYAL CANTERLOCK>YOUR PRINCESS DEMANDS THE NEW CHAPTER!</ROYAL>
My brain is full.
"Luna plays dress-up" is a nuclear landmine of backstory.
I won't spoil anything yet - but imagine if you will, a deal with Discord that plays out somewhat like the exact opposite of the apple in the Garden of Eden.
Dear gods, I'm writing action-philosophy.
(sneak peek. I'll be glad to avoid any more purple poetry for a while)
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Amid a field of short green grass, betwixt a fence of tall grey oaks, sat one small modest home. One of red brick and brown timber, worn by weather and weathered by wear. One faithful and longstanding residence to one longstanding and faithful resident.
Pensive pen strokes pressed against pale parchment. The prose, prosaic. The purpose, profound.
The rays of midmorning sunlight pooled in patches across the lawn, bypassing the breaches in the leafy boughs. A sprinkling of acorns dotted the tamed terrace, nestling between blades of grass and slowly collecting atop the foundation flagstones.
Words marched across the page, as neat columns behind the banner of the officer’s quill. Each letter standing tall and straight, each paragraph a parade formation. A crisp clean correspondence from one sworn servant of the Equestrian nation.
The home sat stubbornly near the side of the road. One of many within the fields of grass shaded by rows of trees. A community for the ponies of wars gone by. One museum within a meadow of mausoleums.
The parchment was folded with care, placed within an envelope that should soon tear. The pen lay still, and the inkwell capped. All that remained was one resolute act.
The road was long and the fields were wide. A patch of history left preserved as swirls within a shell of amber. Time marched by, yet the forgotten fields remained under watchful eye. A remembrance for their service thereafter.
One red flag stood proudly from the metal box atop the post. A tiny window into the life of one very old and reclusive host. The tired grey mailmare trotted gaily down the dusty path, invigorated at the thought that this delivery was her last. The letter was received and the red flag folded down. One important message en route to a bearer of a crown.
From the window, one dark haired pony sighed and turned away. For there was work to do be done, and he could not rest nor invite delay. The letter would soon find its recipient, and she would be on her way. A letter signed as one humble captain, one longtime friend.
"Darling" Dornier.
Ponies is hard..
Still writing though.
Update coming soon