~~*Moondancer the Dream Weaver*~~
As usual, I awoke late in the afternoon. I yawned a moment, cracked my neck, and then stretched out like a cat. That was quickly becoming my routine for when I wake up. I blinked my eyes blearily for a moment and then sighed. I rubbed at my mane with a hoof and then frowned. I noticed the spots and splotches of discolored fur on my forelimb and most likely the rest of my coat.
‘I need a bath today,’ I recalled. Mostly because the feel of dirt grime and muck in my fur was disgusting. So with that in mind I removed my equipment and put them off to the side. I also removed my pendant. All that remained was the odd bow I’d had around the base of my tail when I first transformed. I honestly didn’t care enough to undo that however. So instead I set out on my way.
I was happy to see that the sun was still relatively high up. That meant that I’d have quite a while to clean myself off. Further, the patches of random Poison Joke were barely in my way. So I didn’t have to keep as close an eye on where I trotted as I usually did. ‘Things are getting a bit easier,’ I mused to myself.
Only feels like it is because you’re getting used to this.
‘Still, at least I’m doing relatively well for myself,’ I retorted.
True enough. Though if we had hands this would be easier…
‘If I had hands yeah, but then I’d be a human and the point of me living out here would be moot,’ I reminded.
Yeah, unless you became an anthro pony or, heaven forbid, some kind of cheap knockoff of Mojo-Jojo.
‘That would certainly be an experience,’ I noted mostly to myself. I wondered if I’d get his intelligence along with the body… 'Though I hope I wouldn’t get the crazy way he tends to talk.'
You dare to demean the linguistic skills of Mojo! Mojo-Jojo is the most learned simian to ever speak! His speaking is the most wonderful Mo-Linguish! It is Mo-Linguish for it is quick, concise, and detailed! Mo-Linguish is the way of the future! It is by use of Mo-Linguish that all shall be able to…
‘Please stop,’ I pleaded with a slight smirk.
Yeah okay, I can only barely talk like Mojo.
‘Yeah, it’s hard trying to get the way he talks correct,’ I admitted with a frown. However that thought was derailed as I came to a stream. ‘Finally time to clean myself off,’ I thought happily. So I trotted over and hopped into the stream. I quickly set about trying to cover myself in the water. Mostly to get as much grime out of my fur as I possibly could but also because it felt oddly nice.
As I set about washing off, I idly started to hum to myself. My ears flicked back and forth while I closed my eyes. I idly slow and then laid down in the stream with my legs tucked beneath me. My tail flicked from side to side and my head lowered to rest over my now crossed forelimbs. The sun shined down on me, warming what isn’t submerged beneath the water in the stream.
Am I the only one who hears that music? Cause that seriously sounds like music… is there a band somewhere around here or something…
I ignore my brain, finding no reason to acknowledge that it had even spoke. Instead I find my mind is totally focused on the tune I’m humming. My head idly swayed from side to side as the water gently washed the dirt and grime from my fur. I slowly opened my eyes to see most of my fur had turned pure white once more. I then quickly dunk my head and use my forelimbs to push the water over my back.
Seriously, don’t you hear that, there’s music coming from somewhere!
Again I ignored my brain and whatever it was trying to tell me. Instead I lifted my head from the stream and shook the water away from my mane. I took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly. I opened my eyes and stared at the sky. In the distance I spotted a hawk or some other bird as it flew towards a nearby mountain. I tilted my head and my humming slowly transformed into actual singing.
“When the last eagle flies over the last crumbling mountain,
And the last lion roars at the last dusty fountain,
In the shadow of the forest, though she may be old and worn,
They will stare, unbelieving, at the last unicorn,”
Are… are you actually singing!? Why… how… that music even fits! Wait, that really is the music from that song! How did that start playing, and where is it coming from!? This doesn’t make any sense!
Again I ignore the voice, a little chuckle passed my lips as I continued to wash the grime from my fur. All the while I hummed and continued to sing the song to myself. Though at the time, I had no idea that someone else was also listening to my little performance…
“When the first breath of winter, through the flowers is icing,
And you look to the north, and the pale moon is rising,
And it seems like all is dying, and will leave the world to mourn,
In the distance hear the laughter, of the last unicorn,
I’m alive,
I’m alive,”
Okay think rationally, this kind of thing happens in Equestria all the time. My best guess is that it is a magical anomaly similar to what some fics refer to as a ‘Heart Song’. If that’s the case then it also stands to reason we’d be affected due in part to our equine nature and the fact we’re now a unicorn. Likely the song in question is affecting us because we don’t know if any other unicorns exist, thereby like Amalthia, we are basically the ‘last unicorn’… Oh thank you logic for preserving what little sanity I have left.
Despite my brain going through a minor panic attack to explain what was happening, I still ignored it. Instead I rolled in the stream to try and rid myself of any further grime that might be clinging to my fur. Once I did so for a few times I stood up and started to shake the water from my body. I continued to hum and idly reached a hoof up to brush my mane from my face.
I then giggled and started to hop through the water. I felt oddly free for the moment, so just tried to enjoy myself. I almost skated across the water and turned into a spinning jump, then landed on my hooves with a splash. I shook my body for a moment and then looked down to see my reflection as it stared back at me. I swayed idly to the tune of the song and continued to hum.
Meanwhile my brain was still having a slight panic attack.
Okay so I have a reasonable explanation for how and why this happened. Now I need to figure out what the trigger is and convince the conscious mind not to ever trigger it ever again! Random singing is just bound to get us into some kind of trouble if it happens too often. I need to nip this in the bud while I still can… although I have to admit our voice is rather pretty.
Though I could sort of hear my brain, I was a bit too involved with my song. I idly shook a hoof of water and climbed out of the creek and onto the bank. I still swayed to the tune, my hind limbs idly being shook of water as well. I raised a hoof to my mane even as I shook my head one final time and brushed it from my face to look to the sky.
For some reason I had a sad smile cross my lips as I finished the song.
“I’m alive,
I’m alive…”
I whispered the last line out slowly. I sighed and then sat back on my haunches so I could stare at the clouds in the sky. Everything felt oddly calm now. My heart and body felt as if they were completely at ease. I wonder if singing had that kind of effect on me.
I don’t know, but that was probably a ‘Heart Song’ or something similar.
‘Huh, really? So does that mean that kind of stuff really happens in Equestria? If so was the dancing part of it too?’ I questioned curiously.
I honestly don’t know, it could be… but wait. Didn’t we tend to dance and just generally move around a lot before we became a pony? We were really hyper as a kid…
‘Oh yeah, that did happen a lot, didn’t it,’ I nodded calmly. It feels so weird how everything feels less stressful now. Is that why the ponies sing in the show? If so then they seriously have the right idea of it. It’s so calming I could go for a nap if I wasn’t still a little worried about being found.
You’re so mellow now, it’s kind of weird since I’m used to you being grumpy all the time. Not that I’m complaining, stay mellow for as long as you like. You’re a lot easier to deal with like this.
‘Ignoring that thinly veiled insult, it’s the song what calmed me down. I feels almost like some huge weight just got taken from my shoulders… it’s so nice I could take a nap,’ I noted with a smile. My brain didn’t comment, beyond muttering about what it wanted to do when it figured out the trigger for that song thing. I think it half wanted it to happen more often just so I’d be calm more often.
“PONY!” a voice declared. I blinked for a moment then grunted as I was bowled over by a ball of energy that was roughly as tall as me, only on two legs. I looked down to see a little girl was happily hugging my neck. I then groaned and brought a hoof to my face. ‘Oh great, I should’ve known this would happen,’ I thought to myself with a grimace.
A little girl just found us, probably after hearing you singing… yeah that just figures…
‘Shut up you,’ I ordered with a frown. I then looked to see a pair of brown eyes staring up at me innocently. I idly noticed she also had messy black hair and pale skin. ‘Oh well, at least she isn’t the stereotypical blue eyed blond haired little girl,’ I noted to myself. That would just be too much of a coincidence given my week thus far. So I’m happy for the break from the norm.
“Err, hello,” I offer softly. I frowned as the voice still felt weird to my ears. Mostly because I still feel like I should be a guy instead of a girl. This whole mare thing was probably going to get to me. What follows is a rapid-fire stream of words I am unable to translate as it sounds more like babble than anything else to me…
‘Did you catch any of that?’
No… I think she speaks another language, the language of a little girl in the presence of a pony.
‘What’s that supposed to mean?’
It means she’s so excited every word she’s speaking is coming out too fast for us to make out. Add onto that our ADHD and you can imagine why we’re barely able to understand her. Oh, and she’s refused to stop rubbing her face against your chest the entire time so it’s kind of muffled too. My guess is that our fur is really soft now.
‘Yeah, that would explain it I guess,’ I noted with a nod of my head. I then sighed and looked down at the little girl. She smiled up at me brightly and I arched a brow. I then blew a breath into my bangs and smiled at the girl.
“Sweetie, would you please let me go now,” I pleaded softly. However the little girl shook her head and I mentally groaned.
‘This could be difficult,’ I noted to myself. Not that I could really blame the little girl for not wanting to let go. If I were a little girl and found myself hugging a unicorn, I probably wouldn’t let go either.
“Um, you do know that I have to go home,” I tell the girl. She merely shakes her head in response. I feel a headache quickly coming on and wonder how I’m in this mess.
The Heart Song caused you to start singing; she probably heard it from nearby and found you.
‘Thank you for that, captain obvious,’ I grumble at my brain. I then let out a breath and look at the girl. I don’t want to hurt her, but I can’t let her keep hugging me like this or her parents will probably get worried. It’s close to dark after all, and she probably shouldn’t be out and about right now…
“Um, how about I give you a pony ride home,” I offer with a nervous grin. The girl’s face lit up and her eyes shined.
“Really?” she questioned happily. I felt my eye twitch slightly, but nodded my head. She quickly released me and zipped to my side. She tried to climb on my back unsuccessfully so I sighed and laid myself down for her. She grinned at me and then climbed on my back and I glanced back at her.
She was a bit too far back on my haunches. It wasn’t uncomfortable but it was unsafe for the girl. I’d rode horses when I was little. I never fell off, but that was mostly because they were all so much bigger than me. I’m nowhere near the size of a full-grown horse, nor is she as tiny as I was when I actually rode those horses.
“Sweetie, move forward a bit,” I bade. She scooted up till she was just behind my withers. I then lightly raised my forelimbs and hind limbs and frowned to myself. It didn’t feel uncomfortable but she probably wasn’t too secure. “Place your hands on my neck,” I stated. The girl did so, still happy, however I frowned as I felt her fingers start to tighten around some of my mane.
“Don’t pull my mane,” I ordered. She nodded with a wide smile as her fingers loosened and she merely held me by my neck. I rolled my eyes and trotted off. “Directions please,” I bade the girl. She continued to smile as she pointed at a nearby house. It was a simple off shade of blue with a simple dark grey roof. It was the kind of house I’d passed a million times on my way to work but never really noticed.
“How long have you lived there?” I questioned. I knew most people who lived on my street, so it was a bit of a surprise I hadn’t at least seen her before. Likely she had only moved in recently and I just hadn’t taken notice of her yet.
“Mommy and I moved here a month ago,” she replied.
“I see, do you like it here?” I questioned. Mostly to distract me so this’ll take less time. But also to distract her so she won’t do anything stupid.
“It’s nice and quiet, but I miss my friends,” she replied. I twitched at the ‘friends’ thing. “Can we go faster?” the girl pleaded. I glanced back then rolled my eyes with a shake of my head. Why does everyone want to go fast? I’d always hated it when things went too fast. I also dislike heights and riding on planes, they freak me out.
“No,” I told the girl simply. She pouted at me cutely and leaned forward to look at my face.
“Why not?” she complained.
“Because I don’t have a saddle, and you could get hurt if you fell off,” I replied simply.
“Oh,” she mumbled and leaned back. She then looked behind her and reached for my tail.
“Don’t pull my tail,” I stated flatly.
“I wasn’t,” she declared and I raised a brow, “I wanted to re-tie your pretty bow!” she stated. I frowned at that and let out a breath into my bangs.
“Do that when I stop, it’s dangerous trying to tie something from my back,” I told her simply. She pouted once more but then leaned on me and hugged my neck. I felt my eye twitch once more. I really hate being touched even on a good day. Having the strange little girl I’ve never met before hug me is getting to me.
“What’s your name?” she questioned. I frowned for only a moment and then sighed.
“Moon Dancer,” I replied. However that seemed like the wrong thing to say. The little girl sat up with a wide grin on her face.
“I’m Megan!” she declared. I blinked and mentally groaned at the name. Of course she would have to be named that… Megan however frowned and tapped her chin. “Oh wait, didn’t you go to school with Twilight Sparkle!” she questioned hurriedly. My ears splayed back at the volume she used. I also wondered how she had the presence of mind to recall that name from the first episode of the series…
It’s probably because she’s a major fan of the show.
‘Why do you say that?’
She knew your name; if she didn’t know it from G1 then she knows the show by heart enough to recall Spike mentioning her birthday in the first episode.
‘Point,’ I allow and turn back to the girl.
“Yes,” I state. She seemed happy about that, before she frowned. She then hugged me again and I suppressed a shiver. I really don’t like all this touching. For some reason carrying her isn’t so bad, maybe some crazy equine instinct or something, but the hugs are getting annoying…
“I’m sorry Spike couldn’t give you your birthday present,” she stated. I rolled my eyes at that and hummed. A teddy bear from a baby dragon hardly seemed like an apt gift for somepony like me. ‘Unless that Moon Dancer and I are actually drastically different from one another,’ I admit to myself. To be honest there was a very good possibility that that was actually the case.
“So what’s your special talent?” Megan asked excitedly. I frowned to myself as I thought about it. What little I know about Moon Dancer is from Gen-1. In that she had some kind of crazy sleep magic. She even put a pony under a sleep spell none of the other ponies could break. So I suppose that was her special talent in FIM.
“Sleep magic,” I responded. It was vague enough that I hopefully wouldn’t have to elaborate for her.
“Oh, so like Luna?” she questioned hopefully. I merely splayed my ears back and heaved a relieved sigh when we arrived at her house.
“We’re here,” I stated and she pouted. The sun had already been setting, but now it was low enough that the sky had turned to twilight. The burned colors of the sky were nice, and the air crisp. I lowered down and allowed the girl to climb off of my back. She was very reluctant to do so. She then scuffed a foot into the dirt as I stood back up and nudged her to the door.
“Go on, I have to get back home myself,” I stated crisply.
“Wait!” she cried and ran behind me. I frowned and watched her then start to retie the bow around the base of my tail. I internally groaned and brought a hoof to my face. Why in the name of all things good and pure did she have to retie that?
“There!” she stated happily. I merely rolled my eyes and snorted.
“Yeah that’s wonderful, now you should hurry back inside,” I stated. Megan pouted and scuffed her feet on the ground.
“Would you come inside with me?” she asked hopefully. I merely rolled my eyes.
“Sorry, but I do have obligations at home,” I replied.
What obligations? We live in a cave…
‘Quiet you,’ I replied with a frown.
“Oh, okay,” she replied softly. She walked back inside and I made to leave when she called for me to stop once more. ‘This is getting really annoying,’ I thought to myself with a frown.
“Yes?” I asked tersely. I was trying not to be too mean, she was only a child after all, but this was really getting annoying.
“Wait one second!” she declared and ran inside. She came back a moment later with a baggy of little carrots. “For you!” she declared. I arched a brow and looked down at the carrots for a moment. “Go on take it!” she stated and tried to shove the carrots to me. I mentally sighed and took the baggy into my mouth. I then nodded to her, turned, and made my way back to my cave.
“Bye miss pony!” she exclaimed and I rolled my eyes. I stopped however at a light from a window. ‘Shifting colors likely means a TV,’ I note to myself. I then look around for a moment and approach the house quietly. I place my hooves on the building and stand up enough to see a TV is on, and tuned to the news.
‘Oh no,’ I thought when I saw a report of an ‘illness’ spreading across the nation. The ‘illness’ had only one tell, polka dot blue spots. I felt my eye twitch as I saw someone with the telltale spots shaking uncontrollably on the screen. Literally, all he was doing was shaking and it didn’t seem like anything could stop it.
Poison Joke, looks like it’s popped up in other areas as well. It also doesn’t look like anyone has made the connection to the flowers yet. Even if they start to quarantine people they won’t stop it. It’ll continue until they finally realize it’s the flowers and not an actual illness, but by then tens of thousands could be affected.
‘Unfortunately,’ I replied. I then lowered myself and turned to walk away from the house. I also made a note to ensure Megan didn’t run into any of it herself. Though given her love for the show she might already know about Poison Joke and spot it herself. ‘Here’s hoping that that’s the case,’ I thought to myself.
Worse, there’s no cure for the effects in this world.
‘No there isn’t,’ I concurred. I felt a frown tug at my lips as I narrowed my eyes on the screen. The Poison Joke was bad, yes, but I knew things would only get worse as the magic continued to spread and change things. Plants were bad, but what would happen when magical creatures started to show up.
We hope Ursa’s and Manticores don’t appear.
‘With our luck they will,’ I replied.
Then we hope they don’t appear near us.
‘We basically live in the Everfree Forest,’ I reminded.
Then we move far, far, away from here.
‘You are so funny,’ I deadpanned. My brain didn’t comment further and I sighed to myself. I needed to get back home and make plans. I’d also need to write down what happened today. If nothing else, the news that people were already being affected by the Poison Joke had to be recorded.
Don’t forget the ‘Heart Song’ you went through.
‘Yeah yeah,’ I replied with a frown. That said I went back to the cave knowing that things were bound to get worse very soon.
~~*Posey the Gentle Gardener*~~
Posey's Journal, definitively not a diary!
(:} You know it's kind of sad, I've been a bucking pony for... well I don't want to go into that. But suffice it to say that it still royally sucks! I can't even swear anymore, I can't go outside, I can't even talk to my friends since I can't work my phone!
<3 Why not?
(:} [Points at phone with hoof.]
<3 [Smile.] I could call them for you!
(:} [Deadpan.] Twerp, no.
<3 [Hurt.] But I can help!
(:} Twerp I said no, and I meant it! Besides my voice doesn't even sound right...
<3 Awww... fine… [Walks away dejectedly.]
(:} [Turns back to computer.] Ugh, with that out of the way I can say that I finally got the speech to text function to actually work. So that means I no longer need the twerp to right stuff out for me!
<3 [Sister looks over her shoulder.] But don't I have to be the one who fixes it since it'd all be one big long sentence if you just leave it be after...
(:} [Posey looks to computer silently. A beat passes.]
(:} Mother of bucking Celestia darn crab apples! [Slams head into a pillow and screams loudly.]
<3 [Giggles.] You're so cute when you're angry!
(:} [Glares.] Twerp I am so not in the mood right now!
<3 But you're so adorable!
(:} [Twitches violently.] Twerp... it's official... when I finally get back to normal, I will end you!
<3 [Confused frown.] But why? [Walks over to sister.]
(:} [Growls.] Because you're annoying!
<3 [Hugs Posey.] Aw c'mon, don't be like that!
(:} [Yelps.] H-Hey! Let me go twerp!
<3 [Picks Posey up.] But you're so cuddly and cute!
(:} Seriously! Put me down! I'm not a bucking stuffed animal! Also when did you get so strong?
<3 [Smiles.] No, you're even better! And, well I don't know? Maybe it’s because you’re a small pony that you’re this light.
(:} [Frustrated scream.]
...
(:} You done yet?
...
<3 Just a second more.
...
(:} [Grinds teeth together.] So help me... I will buck you in the face if you don't let me go!
<3 [Lets her go.] Party pooper…
(:} [Posey shakes herself and then glares at her sister.]
(:} Why are you bugging me anyways?
...
<3 [Look of realization.] Oh right! I totally found another pony!
(:} [Deadpan expression.] I don't care about your stupid toys twerp.
<3 [Giggles.] No silly! [Smile.] I found a real pony! [Motions to Posey.] Like you!
(:} [Raises brow.] Really?
<3 [Grin.] Yep!
(:} [Frowns in suspicion.] How?
<3 I got a picture of a pony with bows in her tail... though they were really messy. [A beat passes.] Duh.
(:} [Narrowed eyes.] It's probably fake twerp.
<3 [Excited.] No! I got it by request! The pictures the pony had on their facebook account didn’t have the bows. It was a trade-
<3 [Confused.] I told you before! I talked to the other pony and sent a picture of you eating an apple.
(:} Wait what?! Why did you do that!? [Furious panting.] I mean talking to someone is bad enough but you also had to get me involved with pictures! Pony feathers twerp, how do you even know it's really another pony!? It could be a prank for Celestia's sake! [Growls in irritation.] Celestia I hate pony swears!
<3 [Frowns.] I told you It was a trade, Firefly never posted pictures of herself wearing bows before!
(:} [Snarls.] That doesn't mean you could give away a picture of me like that without asking first!!
<3 Why are you always such a sourpuss?
(:} I dun' know, why are you always such an idiot?!
<3 Hey! Take that back!
(:} Make me!
<3 [Frustrated growl.] Why do you have to be so mean! I'm just trying to help!
(:} Bit of advice for ya' twerp, don't help me!
<3 But you need my help!
(:} No I don't!
<3 Oh yeah? Then what would you do without me?
(:} I... [Pauses.] I'd think of something... [A beat passes.]... eventually.
<3 See! You totally need me. [Nods.]
(:} Shut up!
<3 No! Besides here's the picture! Look! [Glances at picture of a magenta pegasus pony with a blue mane and tail. The pony has several messily done bows in her tail.]
(:} [Mutters.] Looks fake...
<3 No it doesn't.
(:} [Growls.] How would you know?
<3 Fake pictures have this weird kind of border around the fake parts that make it look bad. Also I got the picture less than an hour after I asked for it.
...
<3 What? I noticed that kind of thing in a lot of other pictures!
...
(:} Twerp, you're weird.
<3 No I'm not, I'm special!
(:} [Snorts.] No argument.
~~*Firefly the Dancing Daredevil*~~
I am going to be visited by another pony, the proof picture of her eating an apple was funny with how nervous she looked. But I have to admit that the one I did with me having a lot of bows in my tail was hilarious.
According to her sister, Posey used to be a big jerk but has mellowed a lot since she became a pony. While I am happy to finally meet another pony, I can’t help but feel worried about the disease they are talking about on TV, especially since Lisa, that's Posey’s sister’s name, pointed out how it looks a lot like Poison Joke, something from the Friendship Is Magic show.
Too bad Posey didn't seem to get her counterpart from the cartoon and comics knowledge about plants, if she had she could figure out a cure. Or maybe not since that plant wasn't in the original show. Hey maybe with our Twilight’s help we could wish for the cure, she grants wishes after all. If she’s even around, just because Posey and I exist on Earth doesn't mean anyone else does.
I then look around nervously, I took a bath and cleaned the room my kind fan had let me stay in, but I still think I might give them the wrong impression. Then there is a sudden knock on the front door, and I quickly hurry over to it. I use the peephole to take a glance outside and see a very nervous mare on the other side of the door.
I open it after a brief moment of hesitation and we just look at each other without knowing what to say until there was a sudden cry of, "Oh my gosh you really are Firefly!" and then a warm, albeit crushing, hug from Posey’s human sister which thankfully serves to break the ice.
~~*Posey the Gentle Gardener*~~
'Posey' was not a name she particularly liked. The only name she could think of that would be worse was something like 'Pansy' which she'd learned was the actual name of some character in her sister's silly pony show. She liked being a pony even less than the fact that her name was something like Posey. What she hated most of all was that her sister thought it was a good idea to go to some random person because she said she was a pony… even if she had assured her the picture was real. She also hated how she felt somewhat obliged to use the name due to how much her little sister had helped her, not that she would ever admit that to her face.
"This is such a bad idea," she deadpanned. Her sister just grinned at her. They were just lucky that it was late and no one was really out and about. Not to mention that their parents were out tonight so they didn't notice that either of them were gone.
"You're being such a worry wart!" her little sister assured her with a dismissive wave. 'Posey' scowled and looked away as her sister skipped to the door. She literally skipped and it caused the 'pony' to frown. Her sister knocked on the door and they waited. A moment later the door opened to admit a...
Tiny magenta pony with a blue mane and bright eyes...
She was silent as she stared at the little pony. The little pony was silent as she stared back at her. Posey idly noticed that the pony had wings and the same rounded face she had. She also noticed she had slightly elongated eyelashes, so was probably a girl. At least she hoped it was a girl, she couldn't imagine how awkward it'd be for a boy to turn into a pony.
"Great she was right," Posey muttered to herself. Her sister was going to be absolutely insufferable because she had been right. She'd literally gone on an angry tirade about how she was most likely wrong about finding another pony, and despite everything that told her it was nearly impossible, she'd beaten the odds and somehow done it.
Her sister all but squealed as she lunged forward and grabbed the tiny pegasus in a tight hug. "Oh my gosh you really are Firefly!" she exclaimed joyously. Posey silently trotted passed the both of them and into the house. She paused briefly to look at the pegasus pony, who was looking at her with pleading eyes, clearly looking for help.
The yellow pony snorted a breath then turned with a roll of her eyes.
"You deal with the twerp, I'm tired of dealing with her," she grumbled as she walked off and hopped onto, then settled herself on a couch. As she did she sighed and closed her eyes, she'd been limited to her sister's bedroom. It was so nice to just rest for once without a plethora of silly dolls staring at her.
~~*Firefly the Dancing Daredevil*~~
She called her little sister a "twerp" how 'polite' of her. If this is her after having mellowed out then she must have been really nasty as a human. Firefly lecturing Posey about politeness? Heh that would be funny. Still I do have to deal with Lisa, so I close the door despite the child whom is still hugging me and then decide to open a topic of conversation.
"So... has your sister got any of the memories of the pony she turned into?"
At the question the girl finally stopped hugging me and looked over at her sister "I don't know, have you?" she questioned.
Posey looks at her quite annoyed and doesn't answer. Probably because she fears somehow breaking what's left of her tough girl act by acting like Posey, something Lisa had told me actually happens sometimes.
"Okay I’ll start then." I say and move in front the couch. "I remember things from Firefly but they are a bit random, I was kind of a punk as a human and I obsessed with the idea of being cool, somewhat like a human version of Rainbow Dash would be according to the people I’ve talked with online. There might be more of us, there might be not. And sorry about this but I promised."
I then give the Earth pony a hug while Lisa took a picture with her camera. I then moved away as fast as I could, and closed my eyes, now fully expecting Posey to hit me.
Only... where did she go?
I blink as I then heard a door slam, I turn around and notice that she’d apparently locked herself in the bathroom. The lever inside is big enough to be manipulated by hooves so it wasn’t too much of a stretch to imagine. Not to mention the loud click I heard after the door slammed shut all but confirms it.
“Well,” I began with a tired sigh. “This sure was a great way to start a reunion,” I deadpan and sit on the couch with a huff.