7165933 In the end, if you like it Constant Reader, I am at least content.

I hope you don't mind, but I faved it because I trust you are going to give me one hell of a product.

Good start to the fanfic, I look forward to seeing more.

Imma read it so hard!

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He told us all, his faithful listeners throughout the wide wasteland, about the mare who had stormed out from her stable to do battle with the evils of the world… and a little town called Arbu.

...Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww hell.

He told us all, his faithful listeners throughout the wide wasteland, about the mare who had stormed out from her stable to do battle with the evils of the world… and a little town called Arbu.

...well fuck.

Salt Lick pursed his lips. I knew he had a point. I didn’t have to do this at all. Technically, I was sto;; a few months from my birthday, and so a few months from when my name enters the rotation. On top of that, the idea of filling in for a dead or injured loved one was respected in Mosaic but no one expected it of me for a lot of reasons. Most of those reasons were good reasons, honorable reasons. Some of them were not.

STO;;

“You need to know three things before we wander in there. First, the Crusader was a kid. Almost a stallion, but mostly a kid. He always complained when I told him that, but being a stallion is more than age and it’s more than having the heart. Second, you may already know this, but Lunangrad is both similar and completely different from the rest of the Wasteland. The similarities are mundane and don’t matter, but the differences are deep and all hidden away, guarded by things scarier than guns. Third? Third is that the kid was the smartest pony I ever knew, but also the stupidest.”

Is this a reference to your first story? I suspect it might be...

The name Balm makes me think of Coconut Balm, which is what I'm going to insist on calling the protag. Because coconut balm in wastelands. It's a good image.