When a strange, unexpected storm settles over Ponyville, Twillight Sparkle investigates. She discovers that not only is the storm the fault of the weather ponies, but only the weakest flyer in Ponyville can stop it.
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A fun little tale with nice pacing for the feel of an episode. I especially enjoyed Fluttershy and Twilight's camaraderie in being weak fliers, as well as Spike's jaunty use of discarded Alicorn feathers.
Nicely done! It was just the sort of thing I wanted for a cloudy morning.
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Thank you! I was striving for the feel of an episode with this story, so your comment makes me happy.
Nice story.
2526541 Thank you!
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You are welcome.
Very nice! I liked it, though the title didn't exactly inspire reading.
Well done.
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Thanks!
You raise a good point about the title. I will be the first to confess that I am terrible with names. This was my working title while I wrote, and I never got around to replacing it.
I hath completed thy body of fanfiction work. It was a pretty small body, unfortunately, and this one featured less humor than the other two, but it was a decent read regardless. It would be nice to think you have something else in the works, but it's clear you've put out all the fanfiction you wish to, and that's totally cool.
I may have said this in My Little Golem, but I'm extremely happy that Seattle's Angels featured that story. You tend to write my favorite kind of FiMfic: fun, creative, fast-paced comedies that feature Spike as heavily as the mane six.
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I have been terribly negligent in keeping up with FimFic in particular, or even with writing in general lately. It's not for lack of ideas, but a combination of time, burnout, and selling my soul to Blizzard. It turns out that raid nights and writing nights overlap.
I'm tickled to find out that Seattle's Angels featured my story, since I am terrible at self-promotion (also terrible at story titles, as the tepid name of this one shows).
I actually have another story all sketched out and ready to go. I have all five acts sketched out, and it is just a matter of blocking out some time to write something other than an opening line.
There is a good reason why most doors in Ponyville did not have locks.
If I can get my backside into gear, I am hoping to have it done and posted here before Christmas.
The tale I have written in my mind is a bittersweet romantic comedy, but these stories tend to take on a life of their own once I start writing, and it could end up as another wild ride like MLG -- or a dark, post-Celestia dystopia ruled by a well-meaning but thoroughly insane Queen Twilight and her five minions.
6653166 Is that so? Sweet! Whenever you get that written and published, I will happily read it...and hopefully more folks will do the same.
Wait, only five? Does that mean her first minion would have become her dragon king or her enemy? Or her dragon sex slave...
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Alas, poor Spike. Nothing so noble or exciting, I'm afraid.
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"You're my rock, Spike. I don't know what I would do without you." The queen lowered herself primly on the floor and rested a gilded hoof gently on the giant dragon's talon.
The talon extended from the claw of an enormous stone dragon. It was raised slightly, as one would lift a finger to stress a point in a discussion. The statue was so finely crafted of amethyst and emerald that one could be forgiven for thinking that it might move at any moment. It bore the quiet - some thought disturbing - air of someone who was simply taking a break from living. The castle staff avoided this room, which suited the queen just fine. She did not take kindly to being disturbed while visiting her dearest friend.
The dragon also lay on the floor, coiled slightly on itself, resting on its left elbow. Its head was lowered, gazing blindly at the queen. Its face was frozen in a permanent, gentle expression of mixed sadness and resignation.
"A new student is arriving today. Isn't that exciting? I'm sure she will qualify for the school." She winked slyly at the dragon and lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "As the one who screens the applicants, I think I have an inside scoop on that."
The statue did not answer; its expression remained unchanging and sad. The queen tittered softly and gave its talon a gentle pat with her hoof.
"Oh, you! What's with all this talk of you've changed and this is madness and you're not the Twilight I know and love?" She patted the talon again. "You're such a worrier, Spike. It's all good now, though. Everypony is happy. Everything is ... orderly." She breathed the final word more than she spoke it. For the briefest flicker of time her expression matched that of the dragon before she quickly recomposed her look of regal serenity.
"Well, I will just leave this with you for now," said the Queen. She hefted the scroll that she had brought with her and flung it to the top of a teetering mound of scrolls behind the dragon's shoulder. "Send it to Celestia when you have a moment, it's the the preliminary report on the new student I've found for her."
The pile of scrolls was enormous and ancient. Time and silverfish had not been kind to it. Many at the bottom had long since crumbled away to dust.
"We talk far too seldom these latter years," said the queen, rising to her hooves and shaking out her mane. "I always feel better after our little chats."
The queen departed.
The statue did not respond.