I think the acid rain was an error. Especially at the concentration implied by your description. You can have destructive weather without something that should strip the countryside bare and make it uninhabitable.
The Everfree is wild, not a toxic waste dump. Crazy hail, insane wind, torrential downpours are all quite dangerous enough to justify ponies staying indoors and away from windows. Ask anyone in hurricane country. :)
8195147 To be honest, my least favorite thing about the story is the french. I just hate not knowing a lick of french and yet feel that it may be important to know what she is saying to understand the tone being aimed for. That leads to me opening up google translate to find out. Its just annoying. Not a deal breaker at all, however.
In the back of her mind, a part of her was screaming for her to stop. This was inappropriate, extremely unprofessional. Sam was sleeping. Celestia knows what he’d do if he just suddenly woke up and saw what she was doing.
But she couldn’t stop. Something deep inside of her wouldn’t let her.
“Yes… very cute…”
Her breath caught in her throat as her lips brushed his. She froze, not daring to open her eyes. Her ears perked up, listening to Sam’s gentle breaths, trying to see if he was indeed still asleep.
Fleur slowly shifted her weight forward. Puckering her lips, she gave her photographer a quick kiss, then another, then another.
“Fleur, darling! The weather team managed to finally beat those blasted clouds out of the city! We can finally—”
The door to the room was thrown open just as Fleur leaned down for another kiss. The supermodel froze, her puckered lips mashed up against her photographer’s. One of the newer markup artists was standing right in the hallway. From the look of utter surprise, she had no doubt seen what had just happened.
Eyeing the mare, Fleur slowly broke the kiss and sat up. “Horse apples...”
A smile suddenly came to Sam’s face. Bringing his camera up to his face, he began to take pictures at a rapid fire pace.
“Now look like you’re hungry, now sassy, now like you’ve got a stick up where the sun don’t shine. No, the other hole. There we go. Come on, give me a smile. Now frown. Now stick your tongue out at that makeup artist over there. Not that one, the other one with the stupid scarf.”
He began to move his camera in theatrical angles, something that would have had Fleur on the floor laughing any other day. Still though, the human’s antics were enough to put a small smile on her face.
“There’s that smile! Now start rolling around on the ground.”
One of the designers, who was standing just off step, perked up. “No, don’t roll around with that on!” she cried.
“Don’t listen to her, Fleur. It’ll make a great shot, I promise.”
“No, don’t listen to him, for Celestia’s sake!”
That got a giggle out of Fleur for the first time that day, and as her photographer continued to take her pictures she rolled onto her back and began kicking her legs like a little filly. She was very careful mind you. She didn’t want to ruin the dress.
The designer let out a shriek that sounded awfully playful. Looking at her out of the corner of her eye, Fleur saw that the mare’s lips were curled into a smile.
Sam laid flat on his back and began taking pictures upside down. “Wonderful, darling, wonderful,” he said, in a shockingly close impersonation of Photo’s voice. “Zhe camera loves you!”
Minutes ticked by as her photographer continued to shouting his silly instructions. To amusement of everypony watching and herself, Fleur did her best to follow each and every one.
She crawled along the ground like a guard at bootcamp. She skipped back and forth along the set while she hummed Prench foal’s songs to herself. She pretended to be a bear, a dog, and even a butterfly.
Not a single one of these shots was going to be used, she knew, but the longer she kept doing all of these silly things a change overcame her. Her movements became more fluid, smiles came easier and more often. The knot in her stomach began to loosen, and even the worries that had been plaguing her the whole morning were momentarily forgotten.
Finally, after half of the ponies on her set were laughing so hard that they couldn’t stand, Sam lifted his face from his camera one last time.
“Alright, I think that’s enough for today,” he said, standing up and dusting himself off. “Great job today everybody.”
I think the acid rain was an error. Especially at the concentration implied by your description. You can have destructive weather without something that should strip the countryside bare and make it uninhabitable.
The Everfree is wild, not a toxic waste dump. Crazy hail, insane wind, torrential downpours are all quite dangerous enough to justify ponies staying indoors and away from windows. Ask anyone in hurricane country. :)
Eyeing the mare, Fleur slowly broke the kiss and sat up. “Horse apples...”
Yeah, nah, gotta give Fleur some credit for not acting like a dear in head lights. Can't wait ta here the tale she'll bo doubt try to weave.
scandalous!
Another great chapter, fair author.
My body is ready
And now it's even more interesting.
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I agree.
This Chapter was 99% d'aww and hnnnngggh and I loved it!!!
8194179 thanks. I can say the same to you as some people nowadays are less accepting of different opinions and are often quite uncouth.
Holy shit wow just wow... This is the best fleur book ive ever read.. Everything is just perfect, hope to have an early update
8195147 To be honest, my least favorite thing about the story is the french. I just hate not knowing a lick of french and yet feel that it may be important to know what she is saying to understand the tone being aimed for. That leads to me opening up google translate to find out. Its just annoying. Not a deal breaker at all, however.
8195917 yeah, I know how you feel and I agree that it's still a good story
She's in love with the human, and she's made her move...
MMMMOOOOAAAARRRR!!!
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It's mostly just sweet nothings or terms of endearment, etc. Nothing particularly important.
8197441 I've been able to understand that much
Like the story wish there was more
BUSTED!!!
Ooohhh BOIIIII!!
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Strip me bare and dunk me in this story like bread in brie
What's a markup artist? You mean a particularly skilled HTML developer?
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ALL ABOARD THE SAMDELIS!
A fine yacht she is!
“What’s this ‘Adventures of Robin Hood’ about?”
“It’s about a bunch of weird men in tights that like to hang around in the woods.”
XD 'Robin Hood Men In Tights' refrence
Which hole was the messy hole, and which was the fun hole?