You're working on it- not much space to navigate the loft with the darn Totem Lathe taking up most of the space. It takes lots of lass-scampering and more than a few quickly timed youth rolls to avoid falling off the edge as you finally manage to wedge the dowel in there. Now to just jam in that card-
Pet-sterlog:
[Winona] ARF ARF! WOOF WOOF!
[Apple Bloom] i see it, Winona! yes it's very glowy and round, but it ain't no ball to play with!
[Winona] WOOF WOOF WOOF!
[Apple Bloom] girl, i swear if'n you don't calm down-
You try to hold on to that thought- or really hold on to anything. Because now you're falling- oops.
Pet-sterlog:
[Winona] B A R K !
You yelp as something crashes into the side of you, sending you careening away from painful death by falling and into a relatively softer landing in a pile of hay. Oh sweet Celestia it's everywhere- your hair, your eyes, your mouth, why didn't you shut your mouth and quit screaming it was just a twenty foot drop.
After much struggling, you finally right yourself- spitting out a mouthful of stale, non-food grade hay. It's much quieter.
Weird, where did Winona go-
Wait.
What.
Spritelog:
[Winonasprite] Arf!
[Apple Bloom] Winona?
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