Against Literalism · 7:01pm Jan 16th, 2022
“I think I see it,” Rainbow Dash whispered. She squeezed as low to the rocks as she could and crawled forward over the tumbled-down ruins of the jungle temple. “It’s just up ahead, in the nave.”
“I think I see it,” Rainbow Dash whispered. She squeezed as low to the rocks as she could and crawled forward over the tumbled-down ruins of the jungle temple. “It’s just up ahead, in the nave.”
“What if,” Spike said, “Ginger Gypsy hadn’t been afraid to confess her love? Would you still hate her so much?”
I frowned. “Hate is a strong word. I never said I hated her.”
“You can’t just take control of an entire segment of Equestria’s economy!” Twilight Sparkle protested. “Who said you could do that?”
“Nopony said I couldn’t do it,” Starlight Glimmer countered. “Besides, I did it humanely.”
Twilight stared at her. “What… what does that even mean? How do you humanely nationalize an entire industry?”
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“You know, Library Amnesty Day was Starlight’s idea,” Twilight Sparkle said to Spike. “Originally, that is. Back before it was a real holiday.”
“Has it seemed quiet around here lately?” Rarity asked.
“Knock knock!” Starlight Glimmer poked her head through Twilight Sparkle’s office door. “Hey, you have a moment?”
“...and it was in that vital moment Ginger Gypsy realized her mask, the carefully schooled edifice of flesh and bone that she had trained for years to guard the secrets of her heart, had at last betrayed her. That those were tears leaving hot trails down her cheeks; that her lips, so long practiced to sneer in derision, now curled in pain. ‘Goodbye,’ she whispered, though she knew Buttercup had long passed beyond the sound of her voice. ‘Goodbye.’”
“Every crazy pony is unique in their insanity, I’ve found,” Twilight Sparkle said. She applied her eyeliner with the edge of a safety razor, tracing a thin red line beneath her lashes that slowly wept into the soft, fine hairs of her coat. She blinked and wiped her cheeks with the back of her hoof, leaving a ruby smear behind. “I think I know more insane ponies than normal ones, and the pattern holds up pretty well.”