*A/N: This Chapter and the next one are not to be taken seriously, please don't leave and/or downvote because of them.As they are both simply....how should I put this.....stupid. Nonetheless, they're not horrible so read if you want to. If you don't read this one or the next don't worry, it will all be explained in later chapters and Author's Notes. I would recommend reading the Author's Note for this chapter regardless of whether or not you read the chapter.
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"...thought Poison Joke was completely random?"
Dream shook her head, "No no, see there's actually a pattern in the plant that you can detect on the leaves and the flower itself."
"Okay...But I still don't understand how you managed to plant a whole field of the exact same prank!"
Dream sighed, "That stuff isn't true Poison Joke. That's specially altered Poison Joke. It took me a year or two to figure out."
Lyra looked at her, "How do you alter Poison Joke?"
"Since I know the patterns. I go out into the Everfree and search for the same patterns, or close to the same patterns of Poison Joke. And I'd put them in an enclosed space, and well......" She blushed lightly, "magic happens."
Lyra understood what she meant and nodded, "So....selective breeding?"
She thought for a moment, "In a sense yes."
"Ah. Makes sense. Are there any side effects?"
Dream thought for moment, "...other than sudden cravings for Pie and rain tasting like chocolate milk no."
Lyra put a hoof to her mouth...but she couldn't help it, she burst out laughing with her hooves up in the air, "T-That is hilarious!hahaha" she gasped for air, "Did you- Did you just come up with that one?!"
Dream continued her deadpan look. Lyra had stopped laughing, though she was still on her back, "You- You are joking right?"
A raised eyebrow was her answer, "........Joking?"
Lyra gulped, and got back on her hooves,".........."
"........"
".......So about that whole global warming to enslave equanity thing I think we'll be okay if we....."
Dream decided it was now her turn to fall over laughing.
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"...and that means that magically tuning an instrument actually lessons the percussive force of it, causing a much duller and boring sound."
Dream thought about it for a second before nodding, "Makes sense...What would happen if you used a different material for the strings?"
"Well...I guess it depends on what you're using." Lyra responded.
"I was thinking, not of price mind you, but I was thinking about that new type of crystal they found that behaves like metal. I wonder what kind of sound that would make.....?"
Lyra snorted, "You're right, you didn't even consider price, I'm surprised you don't have to pay the company from saying the name of the product."
"......actually."
Lyra stopped, "You-...You're serious? You're not kidding me right now?"
She shook her head.
"......Crystal Steel." Just then, a silver stallion flew down from the sky.
"Pay up."
"........" She looked to Dream in shock, and absentmindedly handed over a bit.
"Thank you." And with that, he flew off.
Dream walked by Lyra, flicking her under the chin with her tail, "Told you."
Lyra managed to pick her jaw up off the ground and followed her again.
Dream looked at her, "So...how does it feel to get Steeled up?"
A groan was her answer. Dream grinned.
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"...So the point at which terminal velocity is reached, the air around your body is actually forced in and out of your lungs, removing the need to worry about breathing."
Lyra thought for a second, ".....agreed....what's your point?"
"There's no point I just saw Rainbow Dash fly past us."
"..........." Lyra facehooved.
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"...so essentially, bucking could be turned into beautiful music."
Dream thought about it for a second, "....Agreed. We should try it sometime."
Lyra stopped and looked her in the eyes, "How about now?" She motioned to a private spot in the trees.
Dream grinned and began walking over, "I like the way you think."
Lyra followed her, giddy with excitement, "We should probably ask the pony who owns this place though. We are doing it on their property after all."
Dream waved a hoof in her direction, "Please, a little excessive noise won't bug these guys. Trust me. A lot of groups do this. The owners don't care as long as you don't steal anything. They even join in sometimes."
Lyra stopped, "Maybe we should come back later, you know, in the evening. It's a better atmosphere for it. Plus, if we start we won't have time to see Ponyville. And I don't really care if they join in...I just don't want too many around for it...This is a little embarrassing you have to admit. "
She thought for a moment, then sighed, "I guess you're right." They both turned back to the road and continued their walk to Ponyville.
Lyra looked at Dream, "We're still going to do it tonight though, right?"
Dream smiled, "Of course we are, don't worry. And if it bothers you that much, we can ask them, but you don't have much to worry about. Applejack has never said no to free labour."
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".....it'd be possible to creaste music through the weather?"
Dream turned her head Lyra's way, "....I suppose it would be possible to shape the clouds so when the wind, or rain, hit them, they would create a purccussive force that could, in theory, be fine tuned and placed in a creative order to create a sound that some ponies would deem attractive."
"....." Lyra blinked, "If I'd known that would be your response I would've told you the way I'd first thought of it."
"And how did you first think of it?"
Lyra cleared her throat, "Given the somewhat sturdy nature of clouds when in contact with pegasi or not, and given the pegasi's magical ability to manipulate the clouds to their will. Would it be posssible to manipualte the clouds so that they would react to outside stimuly by producing a percussive sound that the average pony could deem attractive?"
Dream gaped at her, ".......We HAVE to continue this conversation."
Lyra grinned, "You actually like my idea?"
She nodded, "Very much. So the first thing we'd need to figure out is which mollecular structure of cloud works to the highest degree?"
"It depends on what you would deem desirable qualities in a cloud."
Dream thought for a moment, "Range, the harmonic sound, and how well it would work with other clouds and various forms of outside stimuli."
Lyra continued, "Also the resonance, it may not vibrate long enough to create a workable note. We should also factor in what kind of sound we're going for."
"Hmmm...I hadn't thought of that.." She pondered for a moment, "I think the best sound for a cloud would be very natural sounding, an example would be a wooden flute or panflutes, as well as..."
Unbeknownst to them they had just crossed Nurse Redheart, on her way to get check up on Big Macintosh, who had missed a tree from their Bucking conversation earlier that day, ".......Maybe I should be checking up on them instead of Big Macintosh...." She pondered for a moment, "Crazy?....Or injured?........" A stupid grin formed on her muzzle as she figured out the answer, "Injured's hotter." And with that, she continued on her way to the farm.