Let The Mythos Unfold... · 12:04am Apr 10th, 2018
Here’s a preview of the next chapter of Never Too Clever, for those of you who are interested in seeing what might come next. This is something I’m very excited to be working on, I’ll tell you. 
“Dear friends, would you care to reminderate me why we’re heading into Everfree Forest? I dare say this locution gives me the heebie-jeebies.”
Clover looked at the earth pony mare, her chocolate brown coat contrasting sharply against the fluffy white mass that she called a mane. From a distance one could have easily mistaken her for a cup of chocolate pudding, which fittingly enough happened to be her cutie mark. Despite her age, there was just as much a spring in her step as always, the same as she was when Clover met her twenty-five years ago.
Aside from Supreme Chancellor Puddinghead, the group consisted of several other ponies: Star Swirl led the path ahead of them, while to their side was Smart Cookie, a stallion with a tan coat and brown mane, his flank adorned with a book that had a very prominent bite taken out of it. Pansy trailed the group, and hovering above them was the familiar regalia of General Hurricane, his golden armor contrasting sharply against his dull grey-blue coat and duller grey mane. Though the looming canopy prevented him from hovering too far above the ground, he remained stalwart as he soared overhead, dutifully scanning the area.
“We already told you three times,” said Smart Cookie. His voice was dull, droning, and held very little inflection. “It’s a diplomatic mission.”
Puddinghead’s mouth scrunched up into a solid, contemplative look. “Hmm... Yes, yes, I do believe I remumble something like that. A perfectly cromulent explanation. So what’s the diplomacy for, again?”
“We’ve made contact with another civilization,” said Clover. “Master and I were going over the plans to build a castle at the Tree of Harmony’s location, when we crossed paths a deer scout.”
“A dear scout?” said Puddinghead. “Who is the scout dear do?”
“A deer scout,” Star Swirl intoned. “Cloven-hooved ungulates of the family cervidae. In the classical era, they were known for shunning civilization in favor of living in harmony with their forests and savannas. I’d never thought they would bother with building a city, but apparently I was mistaken.”
“To be fair, it didn’t sound like they built their city when we asked,” Clover added. “It sounds to me more like it was grown.”
“Indeed!” said Star Swirl. “We’ve surmised that the deer posses a higher understanding of alchemy, allowing them to shape the otherwise untamable forest to their needs. Empress Platinum is busy negotiating new legislation with Lord Rimewind, so she has asked me to join the other Council members in her stead.”
“Why these deer would build a city out in the middle of damn woods is a mystery to me,” Hurricane grunted from above. “But I figure they’ve got to be good at something if we’re all meeting them out here.”
Freaking
elveselk. This may end in thunderbolts.