Know your mare, know your mare, know your mare…
Perhaps it was out of courtesy or for some sort of sense of humor but the unicorn in the light of the room was comfortably sitting in a wooden chair in her most unusual manner.
Lyra…
…knows more then she lets on…
“And what am I letting on to? Huh? Tell me that.”
Uh…
Letting on about your schooling…
…Canterlot born and raised…
…very smart…
“Yeah, totally. Top percent and everything.”
Lyra…
…is wealthy…
“Well I don’t like to brag… but I have enough to prevent me from ever working a day in my life, thank you.”
Lyra…
…despite her wealth, intellect, and apparent residence in Canterlot, mooches off of Ponyville denizens…
“Mooch? I’m not a mooch!”
Lyra…
…ignores Twilight on a regular basis despite knowing her from Canterlot…
“I say ‘hi’! I don’t ignore her!”
Lyra…
…sit like she does because she thinks she’s too good to sit like the rest…
“It’s got nothing to do with that!”
Now you know…
Lyra…
“But I—You—this—GAH! This is crazy! I’m not a snob or an elitist!”
Who said you were…?
“You implied it?”
Yes…
…but you said it…
…Lyra the Elitist snobby mooch…
Lyra couldn’t bring herself to say another word as she took hold of her own chair after getting off of it and throwing it as far as she could with her magic around it before she herself left in aggravation.
…Was that too far?
Not at all…