Nighttime at the Neighponnese port of Kabochaebi was quiet. Ponies who’d been carousing all night had staggered off to their cozy homes, to sleep the sleep of the formerly-wicked and wake up bright-eyed and covered in somepony else’s recycled rice-cider.
Next chapter out 3/13. My mom was in the hospital, my house got run over by a car, gonna have to go to every other week at least one more time.
(the weird thing is, all that was literally true)
(that was rough, took until 4/3!)
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