"We're not going back there!" Spike yelled angrily for quite a number of times now as we took the stairs back to the ground floor of the old castle.
"I need to go there!" I shouted back as we reached the ground floor. I forgot how many times have I yelled those very same words to this stubborn dragon.
"You're stubborn and crazy!" Spike yelled as he hastily ran and stopped in front of me: completely blocking my way with a glare.
"Gah, so what if I am!?" I countered as I walked around him. "Stay here if you'd like!"
"Fine!" Spike yelled, "See if I care!"
"Fine!"
"FINE!"
"FINE!!!" I yelled as I stopped and gave him a piercing glare, countering his own. We held our glares for a short while until I broke it first by turning my back on him and marched towards the entryway; ignoring the concerned looks from the ponies in the area. I ignored the three members of the crusaders as I walked pass them and headed outside where a very violent storm will accompany me. In normal circumstances, I wouldn't go outside with a violent storm, but...!
I reached the end of the draw bridge when I saw Fluttershy who just got out from the tree lines. She flashed me a concerned look, but I ignored her as I walked pass her. "Where are you going?" Came Fluttershy's rather loud voice, enough for me to hear it from the violent and loud whistles of the wind.
"What!?" I asked as I stopped, pretending not to hear her.
"Where are you going!?" She yelled as I turned to face her.
"Unicornia!"
Her eyes grew wide in horror. "W-what!? B-but why!?"
I shook my head. "To get rid of the black clouds!"
The instant the words left my mouth, Fluttershy's features dropped to...lonely-worried something-something. She tore her gaze away from me and stared elsewhere. "O-oh," she said, barely audible, "I-I...I see..." I arched an eyebrow, but shook my head and turned towards the path I'll be taking.
"Just take care of Spike for me!" I yelled as I began walking away from her. If ever she replied, I didn't hear it. The loud rustling noises of the leaves and the whistles of the wind and the roars of thunder were stampeding to my ears.
I stopped on the edge of the cliff, in front of the rope-bridge, where it's viciously dancing with the storm's strong wind. Ugh... I can't turn back now though. I shook my head and took a deep breath to brace myself. I took a step on the bridge as I bit on the rope. Every step I take, I moved my head ahead and bit on the rope. I missed my human hands...
I reached the other end of the bridge, eventually. I don't think I'd want to repeat that scary experience ever again. My own weight was good enough to make the bridge stay still, though barely. Whatever... I need to continue...and I'm soaking wet. Do ponies get sick? I don't think I'd want to deal with being ill while I'm here. Huh, that actually rhymed. I wonder if Zecora's here as we--umph! Gah, I slipped, and hit a slippery uproot with my mouth, or nose... Maybe it's called a snout? Gah, it hurts... Ow... Darn it...! I need to be more careful with my footing.
I eventually reached the edge of the forest with...a few number of 'ouch' and 'ow'. Yeah, they really hurt... I shook the water off of me, but got disappointed in the end, for it was still raining. I sighed. Hm, I suppose I need to cross the treeless hills once again if I want to reach my destination. I might as well...prepare myself. Hm... Cloud Strike gave me a bag of Bits. I wonder where I left them... Hm... I didn't found any in the castle, so I guess in the apple orchard? I do need some stuff though, so the apple orchard it is then.
The ponies in the orchard were still busy though. They were still picking apples on the apple trees. I think there's an area where the apple trees only grow Zap Apples? 'Cause there's a part where the trees don't have any apples on them, and if my memory serves me correctly, that part was where I first met Braeburn, where the ponies were picking the Zap App---ow! An apple landed on the ground in front of me as I rubbed the back of my head where that darn fruit hit me. I turned around and saw Applejack's frowning face.
"An' where in tarnation did'cha ran off to?" She growled.
"Geez," I said, still rubbing my painful head, "what's your problem?"
"What's mah problem is that Ah got all worried and searched the entire orchard just looking for you!"
I arched her an eyebrow. "Worried, huh?"
She glared icily at me. Gee, as if I still need something cold to go with this cold downpour. Speaking of which, Applejack doesn't seem to mind being under the heavy rain as she continued to burn my head with her cold glare. "Don't get the wrong idea, brownie."
I don't have time to argue with a fuming mare for whatever reason. "Look," I began, "have you, by any chance, seen my pouch bag?"
Her glare softened for the tiniest bit. "Yeah, Ah put it in yer room." I nodded my thanks and turned to the barn. "Why?"
"Oh, nothin', really." I started walking until Applejack suddenly appeared in front of my way. I blinked. How'd she got there?
"Yah ain't getting near the barn, brownie," she glared, and I'm getting tired of her glare, "not until yah tell me what are yah goin' to do with it."
"Have you by any chance," I glared back, "thought that it's my money and I can do whatever I want with it?"
She grinned, to my confusion. "And have you, by any chance, thought that yer money's inside mah barn?" I glared at her, and I do not like where this is going. "Yer choice, brownie. Tell me, or yer money's mine."
I frustratingly rolled my eyes, and followed it up with a frustrated shake of my frustrated head. I glared at her. "I'm going somewhere and I need to buy some stuff to help me get there."
She narrowed her eyes, but still holding that annoying grin. "Oh? And where's that?"
"Are you always this nosy?"
"Are yah gonna tell me or not?"
"Fine!" I sighed frustratingly. "I'm going to Unicornia to g---"
She lifted a hoof -- a really muddy hoof -- right in front of my face. And I think a few of the mud really flew inside my mouth. Ugh... "Hold it there, brownie," she began as I spat the mud out of my mouth. Eew... "Yer goin' where now?"
"Thank you for the mud-cake, gorgeous," I said sarcastically as I rolled my eyes. "I'm going back to Unicornia."
She looked angry and confused at the same time. "And why exactly are you heading back there?"
I sighed. Darn it. Is she really this nosy to other's business? "To find a way to get rid of this black clouds." She blinked a couple of times before tilting her head up. I sighed. "Yes, those clouds. Now can I please have my money back?"
She turned back to me with a frown. "We need tah talk," and I was going to ask what she meant by that, but she quickly turned towards the barn and immediately started walking towards it. I shook my head and followed the mare. Reaching inside the barn, she threw me a towel and we dried ourselves up...or...she dried herself up, while I was having a hard time mimicking her. How can I even grab a hold of the ends of this towel with a hoof anyway!? "Lemme help ya there, brownie," and she didn't even wait for my response as she took my towel and started rubbing my sides and back. I...am kinda feeling a bit awkwardly embarrassed by this... "Ah sure hope your red cheeks meant somethin' else," she glared as she started rubbing my face and head.
After that awkward dry-off, she gave me the towel back and told me that I should be the one to do my underbelly and tail. I don't think I need someone to tell me that though. As I busied myself, she walked up the stairs; probably to get my pouch bag. She came back as soon as I was done drying myself off. "T-thanks," I managed as I awkwardly grabbed my pouch bag from her mouth. Gee, I can grab my pouch bag no problem, but a towel's too difficult? Sigh... "So uh, what are we going to talk about?" I asked as I sat on a wooden chair
She sat in front of me and sighed. "Ah'm goin' with yah."
I was startled to hear that. "W-what?"
She glared. "Ah wanna see mah brother, and Ah wanna hear it from that stallion's mouth his reason why he left us!"
I opened my mouth to argue, but no words came out. I sighed. "B-but---"
"No 'buts, brownie," she stomped her hoof on the wooden floor, leaving a very nasty crack on it. I gulped and nodded immediately. "Good," she then stared at the window, "we'll head out as soon as the rain stops." I was about to say something, but I don't think I'd want to have a crack on my skull. Even though this body isn't mine, the feelings are clearly mine, and I do not think I would like to feel her powerful hoof hitting my head. The only thing I could do was to sigh in defeat.