Dungeons and Deserts: Part 1
Of the many jobs to be done in a hospital none can deny the importance of doctors and nurses. Saving lives and tending to the ill and injured is the life blood (no pun intended) of every hospital. But the most overlooked position, even more so than the janitor and the pony responsible for the tapioca pudding, is the clerk. The pony in charge of scheduling appointments, patient’s files, order forms, etc. Whatever is needed to make the doctor’s jobs easier and the patients well taken care of. And Canterlot General Hospital wouldn’t be able to last a week with the tireless efforts of their clerk.
A young earth pony stallion sat at the reception desk of the main floor. He wore thick glasses and a wool cap covered his brown mane, with a few strands poking out from the edges and a mauve colored coat. With pen in mouth, he filled out the latest requisition forms needed for the printing of more requisition forms. When he finished he spat his pen in the pen holder, making a light clacking sound.
The clerk wiped his forehead. “Phew, all right, I’ll just file that here, and now I’ll file this report for Dr. Hawkeye.”
“Foresight,” a nurse trotted up to the stallion. “I’m looking for-“
“There’s another box of gauze in the supply room on the third floor,” the clerk responded.
“Thanks Foresight!” She said with a wink.
Dr. Hawkeye came up from behind the nurse. “Hey Foresight has that-“
“Shipment of petri dishes come in yet?” Foresight said at the same time as Hawkeye. “Yes sir, I just need a signature from a doctor saying that we got it.” Foresight handed the form to the Pegasus who promptly signed it.
“Much obliged Foresight. With these I’ll be growing cultures in no time. Ever grow something from just a few bits microscopic life?”
“I had sea monkeys once. But my brother fed them to his goldfish.” Foresight said forlornly.
“My condolences. Sorry I missed the funeral.”
“That’s ok sir, I know you didn’t know them very well.”
“Hey, did you also file my report to Director Potter?”
“I was just about to,” Foresight took out a file with a cover letter attached to the front. “I got everything organized from the copies of Starswirl’s notes to the recorded progress with Mr. Spike. I also got some notes from Dr. Honey Cut and a few nurses to help add some more ‘oomph’ to your research.”
Hawkeye patted Foresight’s withers. “Always ten steps ahead of anypony around here. You’ve got a real talent for out thinking ponies, you know?”
Foresight rubbed his neck. “Oh, I don’t know about that sir. I had to repeat 3rd grade like twice. Those darn timetables got me good.”
“Which is why I feel safe knowing you’re behind a desk and not a scalpel.”
“You and me both.”
The doors of the hospital slid open and a frequent visitor of class and grace trotted into the lobby and nopony was happier to see her than Foresight. Over the past few weeks he’s had the pleasure of greeting her on the regular and he couldn’t help but be charmed by her pristine white coat or her lustrous mane.
“Good afternoon Foresight and Dr. Hawkeye,” Rarity said with a smile.
“G-good afternoon, Miss Rarity!” Foresight fumbled.
“Hello again Miss Rarity,” Hawkeye said, in a much more controlled and level headed manner. “What brings you back to our neck of the woods? I thought you already gave Spike his daily dose of vitamin quartz.”
“I did, but as I was out and about for some errands, I stumbled upon a quaint little bakery and I thought I’d get Spike a special treat. Is he available?”
“Oh, sure thing Miss Rarity,” Foresight cleared his throat to keep himself from cracking any further. “He and some of his friends are playing a game.”
“Friends?” Rarity fought against the lump in her stomach. “Um, did you happen to see which friends? What did they look like?”
“One’s a big red pony and the other is a really tall and lanky fella. I ain’t seen anypony like him before. Got a bunch of mismatched parts, I thought he was a patient at first.”
Rarity calmed herself down as the news seeped in. Oh, thank Celestia it’s just Big Mac and Discord. “Ah yes, those friends. Thank you for your time, gentlecolts. I’ll see myself there. Good day Foresight and good day Dr. Hawkeye.”
“See ya later Miss Rarity,” Hawkeye waved.
Rarity disappeared into the elevator, but that didn’t stop Foresight from staring longingly in the direction Rarity left. The young stallion was hopelessly drawn to the alabaster mare. He’d never seen any mare like her before, nopony from his town had her features or her beauty. He stared at the now vacant space with a goofy grin.
“Careful Foresight or somepony is liable to trip on your tongue.”
Foresight blushed. “Oh, uh, sorry sir. I guess I got a little distracted. Hey, you think a guy like me has a chance with somepony like Miss Rarity? Um, just hypothetically.”
“I don’t think so Foresight. You’re cute, but I don’t think you’re her type.”
Foresight’s face fell. “Aww, what’s that supposed to mean?”
Dr. Hawkeye collected his papers from the pouty clerk and shrugged. “Well for one thing, you don’t have scales.”
“Alright travelers!” Spike announced from behind his small cardboard wall. “You find yourselves at the entrance of Castle Squizard, strangely enough the entrance is well lit, as if inviting you to come inside. The tiles are well polished and the torches are burning bright. It would seem that the path before you is safe. Sir McBiggun? What will you do?”
“Hmm…” Big Mac rubbed his chin from his chair sitting opposite Spike at the table the nurse was kind enough to provide. “Armor spell.”
“Ahh, playing it safe I see. And Captain Wuz? What will you do?”
Discord was grinding his teeth and tugging on his face. “CAST A WAKE-UP SPELL!!! Ugh, this version of O&O is soooo dull! At this rate I’ll have to be checked into a bed from slipping into a flippin’ coma!” Discord then appeared in a hospital bed similar to Spike’s with an IV bag filled with black coffee plugged into his arm.
Spike rolled his eyes at Discord’s dramatics. “Oh, come on ,Discord. It’s not that bad. Sometimes it’s nice to go back to basics. Heck, this is how Big Mac and I played before and it was still fun.”
“Eeyup!” Big Mac agreed.
“Well if you ask me,” Discord said as he poofed out of bed and into a floating arm chair. “this is like going from a smart phone back to rotary.” Discord banged his fist on the arm rest of his chair and a pair of hands popped out and began to massage his shoulders while a third one held a glass of chocolate milk with a crazy straw to his lips.
“I’m gonna pretend I know what you’re talking about,” Spike grumbled. “but until I’m out of the hospital, this is the best we can do for our sessions. Unless you can cure me right now?”
“Sorry, but chaos doesn’t heal. You might end up with a second head with one eye and a handle-bar moustache or wind up a tree and let’s not forget the slightest chance of being turned into corn.”
Spike smiled. “So, Ogres and Oubliettes classic it is! Glad you were able to clear that up. Now, Captain Wuz, what will you do?”
Discord grumbled something under his breath before snapping a finger and donning his O&O costume. “I shall use my hawk-shot arrow to scout ahead and try to spot any threats once inside. Least that vile Squizard tries to get the upper hoof on us!”
“And I’ll cast a spell to scan for any and all traps that may be in the floor. Alright, now, Sir McBiggun, will you lead the charge?”
“Eeyup!” Big Mac pumped his hoof in the air.
The door to the room swung open and a sweet voice called out, “Good afternoon Spike!” Rarity trotted in with a small bag in her magic grasp. “I was taking a stroll around town and-“ Rarity paused as she noticed Spike and his friends were in the middle of their game. “Uh, oh! I didn’t realize you were- I didn’t mean to intrude. I can come back later, if you’d prefer.”
“Aw, figs!” Big Mac swore as he looked at an imaginary watch. “Is it that time already?”
Spike’s face grew disappointed. “Gotta go already? Oh right, you got extra work on the farm since Applejack’s going to Appleloosa for the rodeo right?”
Big Mac nodded. “Eeyup.”
Discord rolled up his arm like a sleeve to reveal multiple watches from his wrist to his shoulder. “Hmm, I should be going too. It’s almost time for tea and I’m never late for tea.”
“Say hi to Fluttershy for me,” Spike said smugly.
Discord shot a glare at the dragon. “Nopony likes a smart aleck, Spike.” He then snapped his talon and appeared in an engineer’s uniform on a small train designed in Discord’s likeness. Perfect size for foals, but rather awkward for full grown ponies and chaos gods. “Want an express ride to Ponyville, Big Mac?”
“Eeyup.” Big Mac climbed into the train, though he wasn’t so much riding in it than on it.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaall aboard for the non-stop to Ponyville!” Discord called out as the train made two tooting whistles before speeding off into a portal.
“Wait!” Spike shouted. “You forgot the-!” He shrugged. “Oh, forget it. I’ll just hold onto the game till next time.” Spike began cleaning up the various papers and figurines that littered the table.
Rarity rubbed her hoof on her opposite foreleg. “I… hope they didn’t leave on my account, Spike.”
“Nah, they just have things to do. Kinda bummed we couldn’t play a bit longer, but I know Big Mac is busy and Discord enjoys his Fluttershy time.”
Rarity giggled, “His Fluttershy time?”
Spike chuckled. “Yeah, well, that’s what he calls it at least.”
Rarity’s smile faltered as she bit her lip. She took a few tentative steps towards Spike. “Um, Spike. May I ask you something?”
“Sure thing.”
“Can… you teach me how to play this game?”
Spike dropped the bag he was holding out of shock as some dice escaped their velvet home. He quickly gained his composure and looked a Rarity through lidded eyes. “You want to learn how to play Ogres and Oubliettes? Isn’t this ‘silly game’ beneath somepony like you?”
Rarity took a deep breath. “ I apologize if I insulted you before Spike. It wasn’t right of me to mock your hobby and judge it without any knowledge of it. But perhaps if I learned more about it, I’ll be pleasantly surprised at how interesting it can be. After all, I didn’t think much of Astro Colt until I was proven otherwise. So… can you teach me?”
Spike pursed his lips as he looked over the mare. She sounded genuinely interested and he didn’t think she was trying to trick him or embarrass him. He was still unsure of Rarity’s motives, but he figured that at least he wouldn’t be bored, especially since his campaign with Big Mac and Discord got cut short.
“Alright,” Spike sighed as he began setting the table with his books and figures. “Let’s start with your class and then we can fill out your character sheet.”
Rarity beamed as she took her seat. “My, this is will be so much fun! May I be a seamstress? I wouldn’t mind playing to my strengths.”
Spike rolled his eyes. “It doesn’t really work like that Rarity. I’ll just read off classes and you can tell me which one you like the most.”
“Very well. Oh, just one more thing.” Rarity levitated the small bag she was carrying to Spike. “I brought you a slice of key-lime pie. I strolled by a bakery earlier and it smelled so enticing I just had to get you some. They didn’t have any emeralds though. I hope that’s alright.”
Spike opened the bag and pulled out a perfectly cut slice of his favorite pie. Rarity was right, it did smell enticing. A perfect and subtly blend of sweet and sour with a dollop of whipped cream on top. He couldn’t help but feel a little guilty, thinking that Rarity was up to something or that she was just trying to make fun of him and she just wanted to give him a gesture of generosity and he showed his gratitude with cynicism.
“Uh… thank you Rarity. It looks great.”
“You’re very welcome Spike, now let us begin.”
The screeching wheels on the tracks echoed across the prairie as the Ponyville to Appleloosa express train rushed across the arid land. The tall cacti waving to the ponies on board as the cars passed them by. Various wind blasted rock formations were scattered against the background, their various colors layered one on top of the other. Meanwhile on the train, a window slid open and a head with a rust colored mane poked out. Autumn Blaze beamed at the landscape before her and looked as if she just discovered one of Equestria’s well kept secrets.
“Wow! It’s so big! So, this is a desert, huh? It’s even better than I hoped! Hey AJ, AJ! Are you seeing this?”
Applejack chuckled, “Course Ah am, Ah see it ever’ time Ah come out ‘ere. And it never gets old, Ah tell ye whut.”
“Ah can vouch fer that!” Applebloom added. “Ah can’t wait to get to Appleloosa! We get to see cousin Braeburn, cousin Gala and Auntie Orchard! Thanks, fer bringin’ me along Applejack.”
Applejack mussed the little Apple’s mane. “Well, Ah figured you can use a break. An’ Ah’d feel mighty confident if mah lil’ sis was a cheerin’ me on.”
“Don’t forget about me!” Autumn Blaze shut the window and sat back across from the two Apples. “I can’t wait to see the rodeo! I have no idea what to expect and that makes it so much fun!”
Applejack smiled. “Ah’ll be countin’ on you too Autumn. An if it aint too much trouble, Ah need ya to keep an eye on Applebloom.”
Applebloom rolled her eyes. “Jeez, ya act like Ah’m gonna stir up trouble or somethin’.”
“’Member ol’ Trouble Shoes?”
“Oh, right. But that all turned out fer the best in the end, didn’ it?”
Autumn waved her hoof. “Aw, don’t worry AJ. I’m sure Applebloom will be just fine, but if it makes you feel better I promise I’ll keep one eye on her and one eye on you kicking flank.”
“Appleloosa! Appleloosa next stop, Appleloosa!” the conductor called out as the lone town came into view.
“Ok,” Spike rubbed the back of his head as he turned another page of his O&O manual. “how about a monk? You get high agility, high evade and you don’t need a weapon because you’re proficient in hoof to hoof combat.”
“And get my hooves dirty?” Rarity gasped. “I’d sooner go to the Grand Galloping Gala with Discord. Next.”
“What about a barbarian? Super high strength, can soak up damage and can go into a frenzy mode that’ll help you level any opponent you come across.”
“Bite your tongue!” Rarity scoffed. “I am a lady, not some brash, sweaty, muscle brained berserker. Next”
Spike rolled his eyes so hard he was at risk of blinding himself. He decided about eight pages ago to stop reminding Rarity that “you’re supposed to pretend and it’s more fun to be something you’re not,” so Spike just trundled along hoping to Celestia that something would Peak Rarity’s interest.
“Fine, then how about… hmm.”
“What is it?”
“How about a sorcerer?”
“A sorcerer? I’ve never been much of a spell casting unicorn, not like Starlight or Twilight at least, I don’t think-“
“Before you say no!” Spike said quickly. “Just hear what this class has to offer.”
Rarity sighed, “Oh, very well. I suppose I have to give it a chance.”
“Alright, so, a sorcerer is sort of like a wizard, but they have a natural talent for magic and they cast spells using charisma.”
“Hmm, well I am rather charismatic,” Rarity said as she tossed her mane.
“And sometimes your magic will go, um, a little crazy. But you have a chance of dealing more damage with your abilities, or you might turn yourself or somepony into a potted plant.”
“Ooh, a sense of danger?” Rarity rubbed her hooves together mischievously. “I quite like this ‘sorcerer’ class. Very well, I shall play as a sorcerer!”
Thank merciful Celestia! Spike hailed internally, relieved that the picky unicorn had finally settled on a class. “Next up are your stats. Here, roll these dice to determine how many ability points you get.” Spike passed Rarity four six-sided dice. “Let’s start with your health points.”
Rarity held the dice in her magic before gently tossing them to the table. The dice rolled , spun around and pirouetted away from the edge in a strange kind of empowering dance before they finally settled on a number.
“Oh, four of a kind!” Rarity cheered. “That’s good right?”
Spike was completely gob smacked by what he just witnessed. In all the games of Ogres and Oubliettes he’s played over the years, whether it was with Shining Armor, Big Mac and Discord or Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie, he has never in all this time, ever seen a roll like what Rarity got. It almost defied the very laws of probabilities and against all odds, was a feat so legendary, it would be talked about for sessions to come.
Rarity rolled four ones…
The train pulled into the Appleloosa station, kicking up dust and dry earth as it came to a stop. Applejack, Applebloom and Autumn Blaze grabbed their saddlebags and took their first steps onto the platform.
“Oh, boy! It’s good te be back!” Applebloom said as she skipped in place. “Still the same ol’ Appleloosa, Ah sure missed this.”
“Dern right! Applejack commented. “But hooo, doggie! It’s a scorcher out ‘ere today! Hey, ye alright Autumn?”
Said Kirin was rounding her back towards the sun and stretching out her legs. “Ooooohhhhh, this sun feels so nice on my scales! Hey AJ! I love desert weather!”
“Ah think she’s ok,” Applebloom giggled. “Hey, where’s cousin Braeburn? Didn’ he say he was gonna meet us ‘ere?”
“Ah reckon he’s runnin’ late,” Applejack said. “Why don’t we go meet ‘im halfway?”
The three trotted off the platform and into the town proper. Mainstreet was abuzz with activity as ponies were getting everything in place in preparation for the rodeo. Stands selling pies, muffins and other baked goods, along with decorated storefronts complete with bunting and balloons promoting their hoof crafted hats and saddlebags, premium lasso rope and
“the hottest peppers this side of Equestria.” Autumn looked on in awe as she was met with yet another new and exciting experience in her time away from her village.
“Oh wow! AJ look! They have a bakery! And hats! Ooooh, I gotta see what kind of peppers those are!” Autumn wasted no time in galloping off to immerse herself in Appleloosa’s marketplace.
Applejack chuckled, “Always somethin’ with her. Never too much excitement fer Autumn Blaze, is there?”
“Nope, but that’s one of the reasons why she’s so fun!” Applebloom replied.
“Yep, she sure is.”
“Well howdy there Applejack! Howdy Applebloom!” An earth pony stallion trotted up to meet the Apple sisters. He was well built, with a yellow coat and a brown bane with dark yellow highlights. He was wearing a brown vest and matching ten-gallon hat and he was sporting a shiny red apple for his cutie mark.
“Well tan mah hide, if it ain’t Braeburn!” Applejack gave her cousin a hug, followed closely by Applebloom. “How ya been?”
“Been busy as a dang ol’ bee. Sorry Ah’m late, Ah got caught up settin’ up our apple stands an’ Ah plum lost track o’ time.”
“No need to apologize, ain’t like we never been ‘ere before.”
“Golly, the town sure seems lively,” Applebloom said trying to wedge herself into the conversation. “Ah ain’t never seen Appleloosa so busy ‘fore, even fer the rodeo.”
Braeburn chuckled, “Right you are, Applebloom. This year’s rodeo is a special one, we got more ponies competin’ than ever!”
“Ah’ll be,” Applejack said in amazement. “no wonder this here town’s jumpin’ like a jittery frog. Ah had no idea the rodeo was gettin’ so popular.”
Braeburn rubbed his neck sheepishly. “Ah’m not to sure ‘bout that. Ah think it has more to do with them plans of building that new-fangled Buckball museum an’ stadium. But Ah happen ta know that we did attract some stiff competition fer ya this year, Applejack. Hey, weren’t there suppose’ ta be three’ve ya?”
“Oh right,” Applejack turned to her sister. “Think ya can track down Autumn, Applebloom? I think it’s high time we mosey on to the farm and unwind.”
“Ah’m on it! Ah think I saw her by the pepper stand, be right back!” Applebloom trotted off to find the energetic Kirin.
“So, what’s this Ah hear ‘bout ‘stiff competition?’ Think ya can take me on?” Applejack asked as she nudged her cousin.
“Braeburn laughed, “Aw c’mon Applejack! Ah do alright fer myself, but Ah can’t hold a candle to ya. Naw, Ah’m talkin’ ‘bout Filly the Kid and Sarsaparilla Slim.”
Applejack raised a brow. “The Filly the Kid and Sarsaparilla Slim? Ah didn’t think they bothered with rodeos.”
“They didn’t till they heard you were reigning champ. Said they’d love to see just how tough ye are. Heck, Sarsaparilla Slim was a legendary rodeo star, the whole town is aching ta see him perform.”
Applejack held her head high and confidant look graced her features. “Well if they want a rodeo fer the ages, Ah’ll be sure to give ‘em one.”
“Ah’m sure you’ll give ‘em a run fer their bits. After all, ain’t nopony better at the rodeo in all of Equestria than-“ Braeburn suddenly fell silent as his jaw dropped and his eyes became the size of dinner plates. Trotting next to Applebloom was one of the most unique and exotic mares he’s ever seen. She had cloven hooves and a rust colored mane with a matching fluff of fur on her chest. She had scales of a rich green from her forehead to the bridge of her nose and a horn resembling a branching bough. Her tail was long and unlike any tail Braeburn had ever seen on any creature, but what drew the farm colt in more than anything it was her eyes. Two golden orbs that Braeburn couldn’t help but get lost in. She was quite the beautiful mare.
“Oh, there you are Autumn,” Applejack said. “C’mere, Ah want to introduce ya to somepony.”
“Hey AJ! I just bought some great looking peppers to use in a new recipe I’ve been working on.” Autumn turned her attention to the mesmerized stallion. “Oh, hello. Who’s this?”
“Autumn Blaze, allow me ta introduce ya ta mah cousin-“
“Braeburn!” said the infatuated stallion while taking off his hat and bowing. “At yer service, ma’am! And may Ah say it’s a right pleasure to meet ya Miss Autumn! Let me be the first ta welcome ya ta Appleloosa! If there’s anything Ah can do fer ya, jus’ say the word and it’s done!”
Autumn smiled. “Well I’ll certainly keep that in mind. It’s nice to meet you too Braeburn. AJ’s told me so much about you, I feel like I’ve met you already! Oh, by the way, thanks so much for letting us stay at your farm.”
Braeburn stood up and posed in a way to show off his chest. “She-oot, Ah ain’t about ta let family sleep anywhere else! Ah hope it’ll be te yer liking Miss Autumn.”
Well, if it’s anything like AJ’s farm, I’m sure I’ll love it. And you can just call me Autumn, no need to be so formal, we’re all friends here- OOH, look over there! I think I see another stand! What’s root beer? Forget it, I’ll find out for myself!” Autumn dashed off yet again.
“Wait up! Ah want some too!” Called Applebloom as she trailed behind the Kirin.
“Is she always this spirited?” Braeburn inquired.
Applejack smirked. “You have no idea.”
“How about, Rarity the Glamorous?”
“Again, you’re not supposed to use your real name,” Spike sighed. “the point is to immerse yourself in a new character. Not yourself.”
Rarity turned her nose up. “Well, after those abysmal dice results rendering me with such poor attributes, you’d think I’d be entitled to a smidge of leniency.”
Spike shrugged. “Sorry Rarity, but the dice giveth and the dice taketh away. You’ll just have to be smart and careful with how you play. Now, let’s get back to naming your character and let’s try one that isn’t your real name.”
Rarity tapped her hoof to her chin as the cogs began to turn in her head. “She gave a low hum as she mulled over the ideas swirling about. “Hmm… how about… Clarity? Clarity the Radiant.”
Spike was taken aback. “Uh… yeah. Yeah, that works really well. Good idea.”
Rarity held her head high. “But of course! I do consider myself a creative after all. It’s no surprise I could come up with a good character name.”
Spike couldn’t hold back a chuckle, “After almost an hour of throwing names at a wall.”
“Oh, hush you,” Rarity said with flustery pink in her cheeks. “These things take time.”
“So, Ah gotta ask,” Braeburn said as he and Applejack trailed after Autumn and Applebloom. “How did you meet Autumn? She don’t look like the kinda mare ya find in Ponyville.”
“Well, a while back Fluttershy and I were dealin’ wit’ a friendship problem at a place called the Peaks o’ Peril. Ah met Autumn there and she helped us out. After that we wrote a few letters and she asked if she could visit me in Ponyville.” Applejack smiled. “Funniest thing is, Autumn was only suppose’ te stay fer only a couple o’ days. Then a couple o’ days turned into a couple o’ weeks and, well here we are almost two months later.”
“She’s been wit’ ya fer that long? Dang, Ah’d ‘ave thought she’d skedaddle back home by now.” Braeburn then narrowed his eyes on his cousin. “She wasn’t… freeloadin’ was she?”
Applejack looked offended. “Course not! Ye really think Ah’d let somepony lollygag ‘round the farm fer over a month? She’s been working an’ helping out ever since she came te Ponyville. She’s some of the best help we’ve ever ‘ad.” A soft blush rose up from her cheeks as memories of farm life with Autumn played back in her head. “An’ besides, Ah like havin’ her ‘round. It’s real nice te have somepony te talk te on them long days in the field. Celestia knows Ah ain’t gettin’ a conversation outta Big Mac anytime soon.”
Just then the Apple cousins noticed Autumn collide into a pony, sending both of them to the dusty road. Autumn was the first to get up with help from Applebloom. “Oh my gosh! I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean- I didn’t see- are you ok?”
“Dag gummit! Watch where yer goin’ ya clumsy klutz! Ah can’t afford te get bruised up ‘fore the rodeo!” said the mare as she got back to her hooves. Said mare wasn’t very tall, she was noticeably shorter than Autumn with a short cut strawberry blond mane hiding under a straw hat. Het coat was yellow with a lasso cutie mark.
“You two alright?” Applejack said as she got closer.
“Yeah, I’m fine AJ,” Autumn replied.
“Ah guess Ah ain’t banged up neither,” said the mare. Just then, her eyes locked onto Applejack. “Wait a cotton pickin’ second. AJ? As in Applejack?”
“That’s me,” Applejack tipped her hat. “An’ you are?”
“Filly. Filly the Kid.” Filly strutted up to the Apples and looked up to the farm girl. Despite the height disparity Filly seemed to carry an aura that made her as tall as Applejack, if not taller. “Ah’m also the pony that’s gonna whup a certain rodeo star into applesauce.”
Applejack smirked. “Well it’s mighty fine ta meet ya, Filly. Ah heard lots ‘bout you.”
“Likewise. Ain’t nopony from ‘ere ta Bad Lands that haven’t heard about the famous Applejack. You might be hot stuff where ye come from, but Ah ain’t ‘bout ta let ye walk away wit’ outta fight.”
“Well, you seem to be in rare form today, Filly. What’s gotten under your hat this time?” Came the voice of a stallion from behind the sore mare.
“Ain’t no business of yers Sarsaparilla Slim,” Filly snapped at the stallion.
The name “Slim” was clearly being used ironically. The stallion stood tall and anypony could see the muscular build he was hiding underneath his corduroy collard shirt. He was sporting a similar Stetson to Applejack’s but with a more upturned brim. He had a tan coat with a dark brown mane, but his most distinguished feature was his face. He had a jawline seemingly chiseled from marble and eyes as blue as the sky itself. His cutiemark was a pair of longhorns. Following close behind him was a colt, not much older than Applebloom.
“Well, Ah don’t think we’ve been properly acquainted,” Applejack tipped her hat. “Ah’m Applejack. This ‘ere is mah cousin Braeburn, mah little sister Applebloom and mah good friend Autumn Blaze.”
Slim tipped his hat. “How do, ma’am. Name’s Sarsaparilla Slim and this here is my boy, Sassafras.”
The colt stepped forward and tipped his hat. “Pleased to meet you ma’am. Everypony.” Sassafras was certainly his father’s son. He had a coat like Slim’s but his mane was a lighter brown. He was wearing a hat similar to his dad’s with a blue button-down and a brown vest. His cutiemark was of a wagon wheel with a hammer and nail.
“Well Ah’ll be,” Applejack chuckled. “Guess Ah got mah work cut out fer me this time ‘round.”
“Sure do,” Sassafras said proudly. “My pa’s the finest rancher this side of Equestria! Tough as nails and a darn good rodeo star to boot. He’ll break that hay stacking record for sure!”
Slim’s hoof patted his son’s withers. “Now Sass, what have I told you about bragging?”
“Sorry sir.”
“No harm, son. Now why don’t you head on back to the hotel. I’ll catch up in a bit.”
“Sure, thing pa!” Sassafras waved goodbye and trotted off.
“And Ah need te grab some grub,” proclaimed Filly. “Ah need all the strength Ah can get if Ah’m gonna run you two through the wringer. See y’all tomorrow.” Filly left to find the nearest restaurant or food stand.
Don’t mind Filly,” Slim said. “She likes to talk big, but I can tell she’s just as itching for the rodeo as we are. Well, best of luck to you Ms. Applejack.”
“Same te you Sarsaparilla Slim. Here’s to a great rodeo.”
Slim tipped his hat and trotted off in the same direction Sassafras left. Applejack was looking forward to this rodeo now more than ever as a surge of excitement shocked her body at the thought of squaring off against two of the most challenging contestants was just the kind of motivation she’d need to go above and beyond her limits. Applejack could feel it in her bones, this was gonna be a rodeo to remember.
“Rarity. Seriously. You don’t have to spend this much time in the shop. For crying out loud, I gave you a list of what you should buy,” Spike said as he was now regretting every choice in life that led him to this moment in time. But to be honest, how would this have ended in any other way? As soon as Rarity learned that she had to buy starting equipment, she went over every. Single. Item available in the shop.
“Spike, a lady must be sure that she has everything she needs before setting off on a trip. How is this any different?”
“Because your class can’t use more than half the items in the shop!” Spike groaned. “The equipment I told you to buy is the best for your character and your budget. Just buy those.”
“Oh, very well,” Rarity said reluctantly. “I suppose I’ll start with the cloak.”
“Great!” Spike said, silently thanking Celestia for Rarity finally getting a move on in the game. “That’ll be 100 gold pieces.”
“That seems rather expensive for such a shabby cloak,” Rarity commented. “I mean, it doesn’t even have embroidered edges. Any chance I can purchase it for 75 gold pieces instead?”
Spike felt his eye twitch as his migraine came back in full force.
The sun was beginning to set in Appleloosa as vendors began to pack up their stalls and call it quits for the night and get as much shut eye as they could before the main event the following morning. Autumn and the Apples were casting long, dark shadows on the ground as they passed the archway of the Appleloosa farm. The sun and the many, many apple trees created a patchwork of shadows across the paths.
“Well, ‘ere we are,” Braeburn announced to everypony, but mostly Autumn. “Welcome to the Appleloosa farm, the heart an’ soul of the whole town! Unlike Sweet Apple Acres, this ‘ere is a community run farm. ‘Course the Apples call the shots an’ mah old pa is the foreman, but this ‘ere farm is everypony’s responsibility.”
“Wooooooooow!” Autumn said in amazement. “A whole community works here? I bet you get done harvesting in no time. Not that I mind the way we harvest back in Ponyville, but this way sounds super-efficient. Oh, which reminds me, I need apples for dinner tonight.”
“Aww, come off it Ms. Autumn. Yer our guest, ain’t no reason fer ya te cook dinner.”
“No, no, I insist,” Autumn replied shaking her head. “It’s the least I could do for letting me stay with you. Besides, I really want to try a new recipe I’ve been working on.”
“Ah insist too!” Applebloom chimed in. “Autumn’s a great cook!”
“Eh, comes with living on your own.”
Braeburn chuckled, “Well if it’s apples ye want, we got plenty te choose from. Any one in particular?”
“Hmm…” Autumn started inspecting each tree around her. “Too sour. Not sweet enough. Way too sweet…”
“Golly, she sure knows ‘er apples,” Braeburn whispered to Applejack.
“Well she did learn from the best,” Applejack said proudly. “But ye ain’t seen nothin’ yet.”
“Ah ha!!” Autumn cried. “Galas are perfect!”
Braeburn trotted up to the tree Autumn picked out and stretched out his hind legs. “All righty, now just step back an’ Ah’ll get those apples in a jiffy.”
“Oh, don’t worry,” Autumn said as she waved a hoof and adjusted the placement of the baskets on the ground. “I got it." Without another word Autumn leapt into the tree, leaving a very, very perplexed Braeburn scratching his head.
“Wait, how’s she gonna-?”
Applejack held up a hoof. “Wait fer it.”
Just then, the branches and boughs of the tree began to shake wildly as Autumn jumped quickly around the crown, dislodging the apples and sending them right into the baskets below with pin-point accuracy. Braeburn just marveled at the Kirin’s technique with wide eyes and an unhinged jaw.
“Ah know it ain’t exactly traditional,” Applejack said as she nudged her cousin. “But Ah reckon it gets the job done.”
Autumn poked her head out of the foliage. “Alright! I think that’s more than enough for dinner.” She jumped out of the tree and levitated the baskets in her magic. “Get ready, cause I’m going to make something that’ll knock your horseshoes off.”
A mare after mah own heart Braeburn thought as a goofy grin crossed his features.
“You come to the Rolled Oats Tavern, a quaint little building in the heart of the town of Anvil Wood,” Spike said from behind his cardboard wall. “you’re overcome by the cozy atmosphere as the scent of grilled carrots, sautéed broccoli with roasted garlic and sparkling cider fill your senses. The patrons are gathered around the tables, chatting with their fellow adventurers and some are playing darts on the far side of the room.”
Rarity giggled, “My, it sounds like a lovely little canteen.”
“It’s time to accept your first quest!” Spike continued. “You come to the dragon running the tavern as he polishes his cider mugs behind the bar,” Spike cleared his throat, “Good day traveler!” Spike said in what he thought was a Trottingham accent, “What can I do for you? Food? Drink? Mayhap you’re seeking a quest?”
“Yes, I would like a quest my good fellow. Something for a fledgling sorceress like myself to really show off what I can accomplish. So, what quests are available for moi?”
“I’ve got just the thing for you!” Spike replied. “A farmer the next town over is having trouble with their crops. Turns out there’s a parasprite swarm ‘anging ‘round those parts and they need somepony to clear ’em out.”
Rarity frowned. “Parasprites? Ick, those nasty little, gluttonous things? I’d rather not associate myself with those bugs. Isn’t there any other-“
“Your reward for this quest is 1,000 gold pieces and a new cloak,” Spike said quickly before Rarity spent another couple of hours going through each and every quest in his manual.
“A new cloak? With embroidered edges?”
“Eh, sure.”
“Very well, then. I shall go deal with those pesky parasprites and claim my reward!”
A soft knock came from the door and a nurse stepped inside. “I’m sorry Ms. Rarity, but visiting hours are over.”
“Oh, dear me,” Rarity glanced at the clock on the wall. “It’s that late already? My how the time just flew by.”
Maybe for you, Spike inwardly groaned.
“I suppose we’ll have to pick up again later Spike. Sorry we didn’t get very far.”
“That’s ok, I have to plan out your quest anyway. Night Rarity.”
“Good night darling, I’ll see you tomorrow, bright and early.”
Luna’s moon crested the eastern horizon as Celestia’s sun was laid to rest in the west. Applejack, Autumn Blaze, Applebloom and Braeburn came to a farm house at the heart of the orchard and standing out on the porch was an earth pony mare. She wore a plaid bandana over her red mane and had a honey colored coat. Her cutie mark looked like three apples trees.
“It’s ‘bout time y’all got here,” she said in a cheery tune. “Ah’ve been wondering what was taken so long. Get lost or somthin’?”
Braeburn rubbed the back of his head. “Heh, heh, sorry Auntie. We kinda got sidetracked by all the excitement. Oh, where are mah manners. Autumn Blaze, Ah’d like ya te meet Auntie Orchard. She runs things ‘round there here parts when my folks are outta town.”
Autumn gave her best smile. “Nice to meet you Auntie Orchard. Thank you so much for letting me stay here.”
Auntie Orchard returned the smile. “No need te thank me, pumpkin. Any friend of Applejack’s is more than welcome te stay ‘ere. Now, Ah’m sure the your trip worked up one heapin’ heck of an appetite. Ah was just ‘bout to get started on supper.”
“Ooh, ooh!” Autumn called out like an eager student. “Can I help? I really want to try out this recipe I’ve been working on.”
“An’ she can cook? My oh my, Ah knew Ah liked you! You can help out as much as ya want, sugarcube.”
“Mama! Is cousin Applejack and Applebloom ‘ere yet?” said a small voice from behind Auntie Orchard.
“They sure have, Dumplin’! Come on out an’ say hello!”
A little filly burst out of the house and leaped at Applejack for a hug. “Applejack, Applebloom! I missed y’all so much!”
Applejack chuckled, “Heh, heh, Nice te see ya too Apple Dumplin’. Well Ah’ll be! I reckon you shot up like a dang ol’ weed since last Ah saw ya.”
“Mmhmm! And look, I already lost mah first tooth!” Dumpling said as she pointed to the hole in her smile. Dumpling was on the small side. She was younger than Applebloom and she didn’t have a cutiemark yet. She had a honey colored mane and a green coat. She broke off from Applejack when she got a glimpse at the newest face. “Woah! Who’re you?”
“I’m Autumn Blaze, it’s nice to meet you Apple Dumpling.”
“Oh wooooow!” Dumpling ran around Autumn, inspecting her from head to hoof. “Ah’ve never seen a pony like you ‘fore! Ye got a horn and scales! Are ya a super special unicorn or somthin’?”
Autumn shook her head and giggled. “Nope, I’m a Kirin.”
“A Kirin? Cool! Ah’ve never met a Kirin! Ah didn’t even know what a Kirin was.”
“All right y’all, Ah think that’s plenty of excitement,” Auntie Orchard said as she clapped her hooves. “The sooner we start cookin’, the sooner we eat.”
Applejack, Applebloom, Braeburn and Apple Dumpling sat at the dinner table, wondering what dish Autumn was cooking up. Whatever it was, it smelled delicious. The scent of spices filled the dining room along with the sweetness of apples, the combination was enough to make each mouth in the room water and anticipation to rise like a thermometer in the desert.
“Gosh, whatever Autumn’s makin’, it sure smells good,” Braeburn said.
“Autumn’s cookin’ is the best!” Applebloom said. “No offense to Applejack or Granny, it’s jus’ Autumn always makes somethin’ new an’ excitin’.”
Applejack patted her sister’s head. “No offense taken sugarcube, Ah look forward te when it’s Autumn’s turn to cook too. Ah reckon we aint had anythin’ like Autumn’s cookin’ ‘fore she came along.”
Braeburn had a dreamy look in his eyes as he sighed, “Ah sure like a gal that can cook. Autumn sure is special, aint she?”
Applejack smiled and said in a low voice, “Eeyup, she sure is.”
“Alright everypony!” Autumn called out as she and Auntie Orchard passed through the double doors leading to the dining room. “Dinner, is served!” Autumn’s magic passed dishes and spoons around the tables and what was presented was a surprise to everypony. It was rice, topped with a dark, thick sauce with a strong scent of fiery peppers, sliced carrots, potatoes and onions. Each plate was garnished with apple slices, arranged in such a way that they looked like blooming flowers.
“I present to you, apple curry!” I’ve had this idea for a while, and the peppers I picked up in town were perfect for the recipe.”
“Ah hope y’all are hungry,” Auntie Orchard said as she took her seat. “There’s plenty te go ‘round. An’ just a heads up, this stuff will knock the saddles off yer backs.”
“Which reminds me,” Autumn levitated a smaller plate before Apple Dumpling. Her curry looked a lot lighter in color and the apple slices were arranged into a smiley face. “I made a special batch for you Dumpling. It’s a lot milder. I hope you like it.”
The Apple siblings/cousins grabbed their spoons and scooped up some of Autumn’s concoction. After a moment to take in the heart radiating off the sauce, each of them took a bite.
“Soooooo,” Autumn asked nervously. “How is it?”
“Hooooweee! Now that’s some serious flavor! And one heck of a kick!” Applejack cried as she went for another bite.
“it’s real’ spicy, but also sweet, Ah love it!” Applebloom said as she took a drink of water to cool her pallet.
Dumpling hummed, “Mmmmm, this is super yummy! Ah wish Ah could ‘ave it fer supper every night!”
Braeburn was dumbstruck. He never in his wildest fantasies would’ve ever thought that a dish like this would ever work. The rice was cooked to perfection and fluffy. The sauce was spicy and left a warm, tingly feeling on his tongue and the fresh picked apples complimented the peppers in a strange, yet delectable way that made him want more.
Braeburn finally found his voice, “Autumn. This… this is amazin’! Ah ‘eard you were a good cook, but this is one of the best meals Ah ever had!”
Autumn blushed and sheepishly scratched her cheek. “Aw, geez. You’re too kind Braeburn. It’s nothing that special, just an idea I had.”
“Don’t be so modest sugarcube,” Applejack said. “This is one fer the family recipe book! Ah wish Granny and Big Mac were ‘ere te try this. Think ye can whip this up again when we get back to Ponyville?”
Autumn beamed. “I’d love to! Now, let’s dig in, I’m starved.”
Dinner was wrapped up and after putting Dumpling to bed, the Apples and Autumn were relaxing in the den, where the sound of laughter and the clinking of cider mugs could be heard throughout the house as Applejack regailed stories from Ponyville.
“An’ so, Big Mac went out wit’ Sugar Belle fer a picnic under the trees on the farm. An’ just as he took out the apple pie fer the two of ‘em, Autumn pops out of a tree! Big Mac was so startled he accidently threw the pie into his own face!” Everypony erupted into laughter again as Applejack delivered the punchline. After a moment to catch her breath, she asked,
“What was it you asked him again?”
Autumn wiped the tear from her eye. “I said- I said, ‘Hey, Big Mac! Did Sugar Belle like the pie?”
The den laughed out loud again and cider threatened to shoot out of at least three noses in the room.
“Well Ah’ll be an apple turnover,” Braeburn said as his laughter died down. “that’s one heckuva story.”
Auntie Orchard giggled, “Ah’ll say. Ah wish I coulda been there te see on Big Mac’s face.”
Applebloom yawned. “Yeah, Ah bet it was priceless…”
“Ah think it’s ‘bout time fer ya te head on off te bed, sugarcube,” Applejack said nudging her sister. “Ah’ll need ye bright eyed and bushy tailed fer tomorrow.”
“Yer probably right Applejack,” Applebloom yawned again. “Ah’m awful sleepy. G’night everypony.” The older ponies said their goodnights as the little Apple hopped off the couch and trotted to the stairs leading to the upper floors.
“So, whatcha think of Appleloosa so far, Autumn?” Auntie Orchard asked.
“It’s really nice! I mean, I’m used to more forests and greenery, but the desert is nice too. The sun feels really good on my back, there’s a great selection of peppers, everypony is super friendly and they talk like AJ- actually, can I have another mug of this cider? This stuff is delicious!”
Auntie Orchard couldn’t hold back her laugh, “Course ye can, pumpkin. Have as much as ye like, we got plenty.”
Autumn grabbed her mug and trotted to the kitchen.
Braeburn scratched his head, slightly dumbstruck. “Golly, Ah had no idea Autumn could say so much, so fast. She’s pretty chatty.”
“Ah think she’s makin’ up fer lost time,” Applejack replied. The hint of sadness was not unnoticed by the others.
“What does that mean?”
“Autumn an’ the rest of the Kirin were plum mute fer years. Then one day, she stumbled on a cure and got her voice back. But not long after, Autumn’s village banished her. Had nopony to talk to till Ah found her.”
Auntie Orchard gasped and held her hoof to her chest. “Oh my! That’s just awful!”
Braeburn’s ears flattened. “Gosh, Ah’m sorry Applejack. Ah must’a sounded right foolish there.”
“Ain’t yer fault Braeburn,” Applejack replied. “Not like ye knew what she’s been through. Ah’m just glad I was able te help ‘er. And honestly, Ah don’t mind her talkin’ as much as she does. Ah kinda like it.” The rose tint returned to Applejack’s cheeks.
“Yeah,” Braeburn said with a starry-eyed expression. “Ah kinda like it too.”
Autumn loved this/ This feeling of warmth and coziness that came over her when she was spending time with Applejack and her family. Their bond was certainly something to admire. And if Autumn was being honest, she was envious of it. All the stories she’s heard, whether it was from Granny Smith or Applejack herself, wove an intricate and strong connection with each member of their family. And it was times like these that Autumn truly felt like she was home. She blushed with that thought as she finished refilling her mug and trotted out of the kitchen.
Auntie Orchard stood and clapped her hooves. “Alright, everypony. It’s getting’ late, an’ Ah think it’s time to quiet down.”
Autumn stopped in her tracks as she felt something weigh down over her. She looked at the hall leading back towards the den and the weight became heavier. She bit her lip as her eyes began to dart around her space. Her pulse quickened. Her breath became shallow. And she made a dash for the upstairs.
“We all got a big day tomorrow,” Auntie Orchard continued. “we’ll need all the sleep we can get.”
“Ah reckon it is gettin’ late,” Applejack said as she stretched her legs. “guess now’s a good a time as any te turn in. G’night y’all.”
“Oh, Applejack, jus’ one more thing. Thank you ever so much fer invitin’ Autumn out ‘ere. She’s just about one of the nicest ponies Ah ever did meet. Ah think Ah speak fer myself and everypony ‘ere when Ah say that filly’s brought so much life an’ energy to this dusty lil’ town. Rodeo or no rodeo.”
Applejack chuckled, “Heh, heh, well Ah thought y’all an’ Autumn would hit. Glad te ‘ear y’all like her so much. Ah’ll be sure te tell her later.”
The Apples all said their goodnights before and Applejack climbed the stairs to the room she was sharing with Autumn, taking care not to step on any squeaky floorboards. The dim candle light shining on generations of family photos with an amber glow. Applejack opened the door to her room; the lamp was on, the window was open, letting the cool night air in, and nestled on a cot was Autumn Blaze. Applejack smiled as she approached her sleeping friend.
“Ah, guess even you can get tuckered out huh?” Applejack pulled Autumn’s blanket up and tucked the tired Kirin into bed before hanging her hat and crawling into her own cot. “G’night Autumn. See ya tomorrow.”
The farm was hushed as Luna’s moon raised higher in the sky. The only sound was coming from the soft billowing of the wind across the prairie and the occasional rustle of leaves. All over Appleloosa, lights began to go out quickly. Leaving the dark town and its citizens in a silent slumber.
After some time, and a few more minutes of hearing Applejack’s light snoring, Autumn Blaze opened her eyes.
Applejack’s ear twitched. It twitched again towards the window and she scrunched her face as she slowly came out of a sound sleep. She could hear… something. She wasn’t sure what it was, but it sounded like a conversation. There was an awkward pause as Applejack debated on whether she should just ignore the noise. She turned towards the window and noticed that Autumn wasn’t in her cot. Applejack abandoned sleep quickly as she rose out of bed and looked out the window. It was difficult to see, but in the shadows of the trees she could make out what looked like Autumn out in the yard by the orchard. Not like anypony else would have such a unique silhouette as a Kirin’s.
Applejack sighed. “Uh huh, Ah thought so.” She grabbed her hat and went to see what her friend was up to.
“I know that’s not what she meant,” Autumn said to a sack of apples before her with a drawn-on smile and wearing a crude straw hat. “and it totally doesn’t bother me.”
“Are ya sure ‘bout that? Cause Ah think it’s botherin’ you somethin’ fierce,” Autumn replied as the sack in a country drawl.
“Yes! Of course, I am! Duh!” Autumn huffed. “It was just a misunderstanding is all! It had to be… right?”
“Ah hope Ah ain’t interuptin’ anything.”
Autumn jumped as Applejack’s voice came from behind her. “AJ! Um, hi! I-I-I was just, uh, thinking about stuff and I… didn’t want to wake you up. So, I thought I’d have a word with… uh… Japple Sak!” Autumn patted the sack of apples while giving Applejack an uneven smile.
“Oh?” Applejack took a seat beside Autumn and her burlap companion. “An’ what did Japple Sak say?”
“Well… she… she said that ‘there ain’t no short cuts when harvest comes ‘round.’ And that I shouldn’t bother dealing with Flim and Flam, no matter how incredible their offer is.”
Applejack nodded. “Is that right? Well she certainly sounds like one smart apple. Did she also tell ya how important it is te be honest?”
Autumn wanted to look anywhere but at Applejack. “W-what do you mean?”
Applejack grinned. “Ah mean, are ya gonna tell me what’s really botherin’ you or aren’t ya?”
Autumn’s ears flattened as her face fell. “Heh, you can see right through me AJ…”
“Well ye gotta git up pretty early in the mornin’ to pull the wool over mah eyes. And it doesn’t help that yer almost as bad a liar as me.”
Autumn gave a small smile. “I can’t argue with that…”
Applejack placed a hoof on Autumn’s withers. “Autumn. What’s wrong? Ye know ye can tell me anythin’ right sugarcube?”
Autumn nodded.
“Then tell me what’s eatin’ ya.”
Autumn chewed her lip as her inner voice was arguing whether to tell Applejack the truth or not. Though eventually, Autumn closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “I… kinda panicked again…”
“Well that much Ah figured. But what was it over?”
“Well… when Auntie Orchard said to quiet down.”
“Aw, Autumn, she didn’t mean no harm. And she wasn’t sayin’ it te you personally.”
“I know. I know she wasn’t. But… I couldn’t help but notice how quiet it is out here. Back on the farm in Ponyville, there was always something at night to listen to. The crickets in the grass, the owl in the barn, passing rainstorms, Winona barking at the moon or chasing her own tail,” Autumn laughed at the memory of catching the chipper farm dog’s late-night escapades. “and sometimes I hear Big Mac and Sugar Belle’s chats on the porch.
“But out here…” Autumn tensed. “It’s too quiet… it’s so, so quiet. I… I can’t hear anything and I can’t help but think back to when I was banished… when Chief Rain Shine… my village… my friends… my family…” A single tear escaped her eyes and her voice began to crack. “They just abandoned me!” Autumn’s eyes turned white as her lashes ignited and her teeth became long and sharp. Fire began to manifest like kindling around her legs.
Without thinking and with no hesitation, Applejack threw her forelegs around the fiery Kirin. “Autumn! Autumn!” she hugged tight. “It’s all right! It’s all right sugarcube. Ah’m ‘ere. Jus’ simmer down, yer fine, yer safe.”
The fire left Autumn’s eyes, mind and body as Applejack smothered the flames and brought her out of her inferno of emotions. She returned Applejack’s hug as more and more tears fell from her eyes. “AJ… I’m sorry! I’m so, so sorry!” Autumn sobbed. “It’s just… I… when I think about what my village did, I can’t help it. I just get so angry! And sad, and confused… how could they do that to me? All I wanted was to talk again, to have emotions again, to feel something after being numb for so long. And they… just kick me out! I couldn’t go back to being mute, to feeling nothing. I just couldn’t!”
“Shhh, Ah know. Ah know,” Applejack soothed as she rubbed Autumn’s back, taking notice at how smooth her scales were. “Ah understand. Ah can’t even think o’ what Ah’d feel if mah family gave me the boot. But Autumn? It that why ye ain’t gone back te yer village?”
Autumn buried her face in the crook of Applejack’s neck. A perfect cover for her growing blush. “Well… it’s one of the reasons…”
“Sugarcube, Ah know yer hurtin’ and Ah hate te see ya like this. But ye’ll have te face yer village someday. ‘Cause this is eating ya up inside and this feelin’ ain’t gonna go ‘way by runnin’ from it.”
Autumn looked at Applejack with a hint of fear. “Are… are you saying I have to leave?”
“Course not!” Applejack said quickly. “Autumn Blaze, yer more than welcome te stay on the farm as long as ye want. Ye’ll always have a home at Sweet Apple Acres. All Ah’m sayin’ is that ye got a lot of pain in yer heart darlin’. You gotta face it, or ye’ll be scared yer whole life.”
“I know…” Autumn sniffled. “But… what do I say?”
Applejack’s smile was as soft as her eyes. “Jus’ be honest wit’ ‘em. Ye gotta be honest wit’ everypony. Let ‘em know yer hurtin’, let ‘em know yer angry and sad at how they treated ye. It’s the only way ye’ll heal. And when all’s said an’ done, y’all feel a lot better ‘bout it.”
“Really?”
“Cross mah heart.”
The two shared another hug, both feeling a weight being lifted from their withers and enjoying each-other’s embrace. As they pulled away, Applejack couldn’t help but be mesmerized by Autumn’s eyes. Those exotic golden orbs of hers were glowing in the moonlight, like lanterns and Applejack couldn’t tear herself away. She always thought Autumn’s eyes were pretty, but right now, even after all her tears, they were gorgeous. Like light reflecting off a field of wheat or the Fall leaves after the rain. The farmgirl’s heart felt… strange. Like she just ran from Appleloosa back to Ponyville while staying still and the longer she looked at the Kirin, the stranger she felt. It was unfamiliar, but not necessarily unpleasant.
Applejack coughed. “Well, uh, it’s gettin’ mighty late. An’ we really need te be getting te bed.”
“Y-yeah,” Autumn said sheepishly. “Especially you. But… I don’t know if I can sleep.”
Applejack’s ears perked up as a bulb went off. “Ah got a great idea. If yer havin’ trouble sleepin’, why don’t Ah tell ya some stories? Always worked fer me when Ah was young. Maybe it’ll help ye too.”
Autumn brightened up. “Really? I’d love to hear some stories. Can you tell some of them in those voices you’ve been practicing for the school announcements?”
Applejack giggled, “Sure thing. Jus’ as long as ye don’t laugh too much.”
“I promise. And… you’ll tell me stories until I’m asleep, right?”
“Ah won’t stop till yer sawin’ logs.”
“Thanks AJ, this really means a lot.”
“No need te thank me sugarcube. Now let’s git along. It’s time fer bed.”
As Applejack lead Autumn back into the house, she couldn’t help but feel odd. She couldn’t quite put her hoof on it, but all of a sudden, nothing else mattered more than helping Autumn. Even the rodeo, the event she’s been training for months for seemed to take a back seat to the well-being of this one Kirin. No, not ‘this one Kirin.’ Autumn Blaze. The very same Autumn she’s lived with for nearly two months, the same Autumn that kept Applejack company on the farm and in turn she helped Autumn heal through the years of pain she endured. The Apple’s heart was beating faster again at the memories she’s shared with Autumn. Going to the Peaks of Peril, the letters they sent each other, the meals they’ve shared, stargazing on crystal clear nights and the funny little moments Autumn shared with the rest of her family.
After the story of the Apples and the Pears, the Apple family road trip and the first Hearth’s Warming celebrated with the Pie family, Autumn was finally out like a light. And after a quick pillow fluff, Applejack snuggled under her covers and followed the Kirin’s example. Tomorrow was going to be the roughest, toughest rodeo in ages. Applejack could feel it in her bones.
Well, here we are again. How long has it been readers? Far to long for my tastes. I know I say that every time I post, but it doesn't get any less true. I really hope this chapter is to your liking, I worked hard on it and with any luck it'll show. So, a little bit about this chapter. I was debating whether or not to add another character from M.A.S.H but then my proof reader was like, "you need something to let the readers know it's later in the day." And thus Foresight (Radar O'Riley) was added. Geez, every time I write something, I always get bogged down by my inability to paint a picture with my writing. Some of my favorite writers (Irrespective for example) can paint a beautiful scene on a canvas, that puts you right there as you see, touch and smell the room or environment they're in. While my scenes look more like sneezing a snot web on a piece of cardboard. I'm trying to improve, but I always seem to write like I'm writing a script for a comic book. I feel like I have a good grasp of insight about the internal struggles of the characters, but beautiful scenery still eludes me. 
If any of you out there have any tips on how I can improve, please let me know, I'd appreciate it very, very much.
Now I know what you're thinking, "Silver Wit you oblivious, single cell organism! Why isn't Rarity playing as Princess Shmarity? You know she already has an O&O persona, right?" To be honest, at time of writing I almost just had Rarity play as Shmarity. But then it hit me, Shmarity is the embodiment of how Spike views Rarity. A perfect, lovely, beautiful princess who can do no wrong and is forever untarnished. However, After recent events in the story, it isn't so farfetched to think that Spike would completely scrap Shmarity, whether out of spite or just to separate Rarity from his favorite pass time. So I decided that Rarity has to start from scratch, both in the game and Spike's trust.
The O&O segments were a bit of a pain to write, since I don't really like D&D. No offense to anyone who likes it, but after a bad first experience of being so bored I felt like I had to stick bamboo splints under my nails just to keep me awake, I figured I had better things to do with my time and I moved on to greener fields. But my proofreader (Pastel Pallet) loves D&D so I had her give me some pointers on how you start a campaign. Although, there must've been some miscommunication, cause when I first asked her about starting a campaign she told me to watch the first episode of "Critical Roll" to get an understanding of the game. Naturally I thought, "Ok, I can spare 15-20 minutes of my time for research." I look up Critical Roll episode 1 and it was three hours long... Three. Hours. LONG! And the next two episodes were just as long, so that's when I said "No! Not this time D&D! You're not gonna waste another second of my time, let alone three hours!" So I binned that idea and just winged it and decided that I'd rather let my proofreader lord over me for my screw ups for an entire day then sit through three hours of people playing D&D.
So fun fact about me, I love westerns, specifically TV westerns. There's something to admire in the rugged, rough and tumble men who fought for what was right and protected what was important to them. My favorite western show of all is the "Rifleman" and my character Sarsaparilla Slim is based off the protagonist, Lucas McCain and his son Sassafras is based on his son, Mark McCain. I couldn't really figure out what kind of cutiemark to give them, since a rifle was out of the question so I just came up with a generic rancher mark. Lucas is a rancher, so... whatever, I guess it works.
So I suppose you lot have realized my heavy shipping between Applejack and Autumn Blaze, right? Truth be told, I love, love, love this ship, easily in my top five ships ever, I certainly love it more than AppleDash. No offense to AppleDash shippers (geez first I insult D&D players and now AppleDash shippers, I better make sure no one's planning to throw rocks at my house) but I never really understood the whole AppleDash ship. Mainly because I don't see the chemistry between characters who can be outright hostile towards each other. Yes, yes, I'm sure someone will have the argument "Oh, but they're just trying to one-up each other to impress the other one," but I never really bought that. Maybe it's because Applejack and Rainbow Dash both metaphorically and literally butt heads so often that I'm shocked they've never given themselves concussions. Wait, where was I? Oh right, AppleBlaze being one of my favorite ships. But There isn't much AppleBlaze stories around, so I figured I'd try and change that. My proofreader actually liked the AppleBlaze bits so much she posed the idea of writing a spin-off story of Autumn's time in Ponyville during the events of "Life and Times." I'm not against to idea, but I need to clear my plate first before I take up another project.
Speaking of projects I have some bad news. The bad news is, I'm taking a step back from this story. However, it's so I can focus on putting out the next chapter of my TwiLuna story and the Christmas story that I put on the back burner for some time now. However, during this time I'll also be writing down my plan for future chapters in hopes that I won't be flying by the seat of my pants anymore and I can give you more consistent updates. But yeah, be on the look out for a holiday story written by yours truly.
Phew, that was a lot to go through, but I really look forward to the author's notes segments just to give you all an update on me, and my plans for future content.
Let me know what you guys think of this chapter, I love reading the comments.
As always, thanks for reading. See you next time 
Silver Wit
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What I'm thinking is that Spike isn't a good GM, at least as far as character creation goes.
Role-playing is supposed to be fun. I'm assuming O&O stat generation is a 4D6 keep three highest system. In old school D&D had you just do it 6 times and accept your rolls even if you got less than 10 total in every stat (the range is 3 to 18, with 10 being average human) even rolling specific stats rather than taking the set of 6 results and assigning them, I've never been in a game that enforces that level of strictness. Mostly because it's no fun.
Every game I've ever played has used point buy (where you have a pool of points to buy your stats), roll two sets of 6 and take the better, or for a high power game, roll 9 or 12 stats and pick the 6 best. D&D characters are supposed to be exceptional, and their stats usually reflect that.
The only reason I'd have a player keep a three as a stat and not re-roll is if they asked for it for role-playing purposes, they specifically want their character to suck at something. Plus Rarity is a first time player, and you generally give them some leeway even if your being stricter with your regular players because it is their first time, and if their character sucks, they won't have a good time and they won't play again.
I can only assume Spike is still trying to punish Rarity, because that's the only reason I can think of for letting this stand. Rolls during the game are one thing, but character creation needs to be handled with at least some leniency. Being smart and careful is all very well, but when the player doesn't know the system, they're not going to have the capability to do so, and they're probably not going to learn because they'll give up having had a rotten time. A bad GM can sour a roleplaying experience like no other.
If you don't like roleplaying games, writing a section about them might not have been the best plan. And I'm sorry if I've gone on about this, but I've had bad GMs and I know what this feels like.
If you want help with some O&O stuff, I'd be glad to assist.
Thanks for the new chapter
a bit sad that ya taking a step back from this story
but its understandable cuz you also have to work on TwiLuna story & I'm looking forward to seeing the christmas story 
I really enjoyed Rarity in this chapter, she got a good chuckle out of me when she tried to barter for the cloak
& with the roll of four ones lol I also enjoyed Foresight, that pony is truly one step ahead of the others 
& found Braeburn & Autumn great addions to the story 
Thanks for this chapter, I look forward to seeing more & hopefully so more of my fav Dragon and Mare. Until the next chapter be safe and thanks again
I wasn't expecting Rarity to be so difficult about O&O if you want to read about ponies playing them just read Ponies and Dragons (Just Have Fun). The parts with Applejack and Autumn Blaze were nice too.
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Well at time of writing, I thought there would be some difficulties. This is a strange new world for Rarity, I figured it'd be normal to have a bit of culture clash with Rarity's perfectionist nature. But I'll be sure to give that story a looksie for the next chapter, thanks for the recommendation
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I'm glad you had fun reading it! It took me a while, but I'm pretty happy with how it turned out. Hopefully my Christmas story will be good, but that's a ways off right now
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No need to apologize, I went on and on in my notes so this comment is no biggie. It's interesting that you saw Spike as being spiteful, that was an angle I didn't consider. I could have gone with the point buy system (I actually looked it up when I was writing this chapter) but I couldn't figure out how to make it funnier than rolling four ones so I kept the, roll four add the three highest method simply for comedic effect.
As for Spike, I wasn't trying to write him as spiteful. Mainly because this chapter was largely inspired by Irrespective's story where Baked Bean, Celestia's husband, plays O&O with Spike and Shining Armor and he gets awful roles, worse so than Rarity. It wasn't out of spite, it's just because Spike and Shiny were veterans and sticklers and it was kinda funny to see the Prince of Equestria fumble so hard in a game and I did want Rarity to be challenged, not necessarily demoralized. But Bean was still able to work with what he had to play an effective campaign (it's also where I the idea for the four ones joke). And while it is true (since I said it outright in my notes) that I'm not the biggest fan of D&D I do try my best to research and write what I think to be the best representation in relations of the story.
However, I am truly grateful for the offer to help me out in the O&O dept. I'll be sure to give you a call when I start working on the next chapter
Uhhmm, I thought this was about Rarity and Spike, not some completely random Apple family trip
like, what gives, you could’ve made it it’s own separate side story
The stuff between Rarity and Spike was nice as usual but perhaps Rarity was acting a bit too self (I don’t know the best word) righteous or centered when I don’t think she’s earned the right to be, mainly around Spike. However I think I know why you did it, to emphasize how out of her element she is when doing something Spike likes and all the more shows her willingness to be in good graces with Spike, so I guess this one time it’s okay but I just hope you don’t push it too far.
I really liked the aura of what I’m getting with Spike’s feelings toward Rarity. How he’s still afraid that Rarity may have some other alternative by just hanging out with him. And also how he’s genuinely over Rarity, not as a friend but what he used to think of her, as a love. I’m willing to bet he would’ve had to pinch himself if it was before their relationship getting damaged when she asked him to play O&O. Essentially I like how Spike may not exactly like being with Rarity but he’s able to tolerate her presence.
So overall I like where both of them are in their relationship, still very vulnerable but slowly healing
A nice bit of foreshadowing I’d LOVE to see one day
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but I do like to take a look at the others characters in the story, like I did with Twilight. My biggest slip up with those chapters though was that Spike and Rarity had nothing to do in those chapters so I wanted to fix that. I think my major problem this time around was making AJ's stuff the A plot and Spike and Rarity the B plot. I'll be sure to fix that next time, but for what it's worth I did have a lot of fun With AJ and Autumn. 
I will admit that I might have gone a wee bit overboard with the Applejack plot,
I'm glad you're pleased with my Spike and Rarity bits though. It seems every time I sat down to write those parts, I got super nervous, worrying if I'll accidentally push them together too quickly, or if Spike is pushing Rarity away again, which I don't want because they can't heal otherwise. But I'm happy that I paced that part well enough. And not to worry, I plan on Rarity immersing herself more into O&O, but I never saw Rarity diving into something like O&O without her stumbling about like a stranger in a strange land.
Thanks again for your input. I always look forward to it
10517141 I understand, and I can see it was done for comedic purposes, and to many people it would land. But to a D&D player it falls flat because we've all had GMs who see their purpose, not as a director in a story where the PCs are the stars, but as an opponent, to try and destroy the characters. GMs that refuse to divert from their carefully crafted storyline and will railroad the player characters onto it rather than letting them be creative. If you want to tell a story, rather than provide a place for the players to tell theirs, go write a book.
If you really want to challenge a player character, you don't do it by crippling them from the outset with a bad stat line. You do it by improving the quality of the threats they face. You especially don't do it to one character where the other characters have decent abilities. That character then becomes The Load, the weak link, and it makes the game less fun for everyone if they're constantly having to save the weaksauce character, not just for the player themselves.
If Rarity is a sorcerer, she should at least have a good Charisma and Dexterity score. If the system has a Finesse feat that allows you to use Dex for melee attack and damage, representing precise strikes rather than smashing, she could take that, and use a rapier or other light weapon. Constitution and Intelligence are next in line, because everyone needs more Hit points and Int gives her more skill options. Bluff is a top pick, and Spellcraft is basically a skill tax, but Use Magic Device would be a good third pick, and if you're using background skills, Appraise might fit, and Lore [Magic Items] or Lore [Art Objects].
Spell selection is a question. From what I see, Garbunkle is the magical artillery with lots of damage dealing spells, something sorcerers excell at as they have a limited number of spells known but more uses per day, so specialisation is their friend. So we don't want to duplicate roles when their party is already missing in areas. Sir Mac Biggun is the melee tank, Garbunkle the artillery as stated and Captain Wuz the Ranger should have at least some limited healing. They could really have used a Rogue, though the play style seems more oriented to 'monty haul', bash the door down gameplay.
What she could do is go for Enchantment and Illusion spells, which would fit with her ability to Bluff. Sleep, Glitterdust, Ghost Sound, Colour Spray, Charm Person (the Jedi Mind trick), Lesser Confusion and as she gains levels Invisibility and Silence. Mage Armour would be required, since she can't wear armour. Fey bloodline would work well with it (for the bounus to compulsion spells), or possibly Phoenix Sorcerer would be an interesting pick, and fit the name, if O&O uses Sorcerer Bloodlines.
"Clarity the Radiant has always loved beautiful things, and gone out of her way to find them, and what are more beautiful than the rings and amulets and other magical items that grant the wearer powers? Using her wit, charms and knowledge of the finer things in life, she makes her way through the world, looking for wonders. Rather than facing foes head on, she diverts, mis-directs and bamboozles them, putting them to sleep or making them attack each other."
A character like that would still be useful in their party, assuming they don't just fight endless armies of undead, and would challenge Spike too, to put more social interaction in his setting.
I would’ve liked a bit more Spike and Rarity, but the stuff that was there was very cute. I do like Spike trying to find a balance between enjoying Rarity’s company and... well being a jerk. I myself am not a D&D player so I don’t really have much input on the MLP version, but it sounds true to what I’ve heard D&D is, at least to me it does.
I’ll say this about the Apple plot, given the wait between chapters I won’t lie and say I wasn’t a smidge annoyed that they got so much focus. HOWEVER, this is your story, you know what’s coming, you know what you want to do, and once this is completed it’ll mean little in the grand scheme of things. So just keep doing what you’re doing, clearly the Apple family is going to come into play in a big way down the road (or in the next chapter lol) so even if it’s not what we’re here for, it’s still important for us to read. Plus it helps to expand your version of Equestria, which a lot of fan fictions tend to gloss over.
Well written chapter as always, take as much time as you need between chapters, make sure your story comes out the way YOU want it to come out. And of course PLEASE stay safe out there.
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Thank you for your input. I do plan on expanding this particular version of Equestria, aside from there being a sequel to this story I want to bring up other stories that tie to this one and grow my vision of the world. The Silververse, if you will. Or the Witverse? Silver Witverse? I don't know, I just want to make a big world that people will enjoy reading about.
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Well, it worked. I like chapters in stories that can make you feel thing like that.
I can feel for Autumn Blaze here. I life where people tell you not to talk, what a nightmare.
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Yeah, I tried my best to make Autumn's pain stand out apart from her normally positive and bubbly personality.
Brother silver wit. I'm happy with the way u've cooked up the story this far. But I'm starting to think that this comic might die incomplete in the future. The reason for that being that updates are taking more than 2 months time. However I'll be content with thinking up my own ending for this story regardless. Also u could have made the applejack arc as a separate story instead of integrating it into this fic. U could have used big mac and discord as a guys hangout for spike to maintain space from rarity for a while or something. Anyways I wish u blessings from the god of creativity to finish this fic and a happy peaceful life that would hopefully go smoothly.
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Yeahhhhhh, not a lot of readers liked the Apple stuff, but I didn't want to make a seperate story because I feared it'd get lost in the sea of other fiction. But in retrospect I could've made it a stand alone story with ties to this one, but I wanted to make this world a bigger place with different characters doing different things and not just have things happen only when Spike and Rarity are in the picture. Unfortunately now that I've started with the Apple side story, I have to finish it. The best I can do is not make that side of the story drag on for as long. But don't worry, I have full intentions of finishing this story, I was just in a very, very bad funk and my creativity and drive kind of dried up. This story will finish and I want nothing more than to finish it and move on to the next part of the story I have in my head. I'm terribly sorry to keep everyone waiting.
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I understand. Your looking for ways to extend the story a bit by focusing on other characters. I get it. U must have a rough script of sparity arc complete but its just that u are having some issues in connecting the aj arc to the sparity plot. If u have any problems or lack of creative spark u can always turn to us fans to give u some ideas to piece everything together. Everybody in life has responsibilities apart from fic writing and often writers lose momentum in between. Its normal. So u should just be Frank with ur fans out here who have plenty time on their hands to cook up stuff for u when ur in a tight spot. If ur the stubborn type like applejack refusing help for ideas to bridge things. Then that's ur problem brother. Anyways I respect if u have that kind of stubbornness because I kind of have that personality trait myself.