Gleaming lowered her hoof, only to wince as it splashed in something warm. At some point during her fit, she had dropped her coffee. She stared down at the brown puddle sadly, her ears pressing against her helmet. M-my baby… she lamented.
Poor Gleaming really can't catch a break, can she?
Gleaming stared at her for a moment before her eyes narrowed. “What shift exactly, ma’am?”
Scrunching up her face, White Out opened her mouth, only to suddenly close it again. She peered at Gleaming as though seeing her for the first time. There was a calculating look in her silver eyes. Her horn glowed and a clipboard floated in front of her. “It would appear,” she said slowly as she looked down the list, “ that the Captain has you slotted for throne room duty tonight.”
It would seem White Out isn't the kind of pony to be so easily fooled... Or, at least, she actually gives a damn about her ponies.
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The absolute mad lad
: "Thanks, I guess..."
Poor Gleaming really can't catch a break, can she?
Should she be relieved or worried?
I wonder what white out has in store for her, hopefully nothing too mentally challenging for her. She lacks sleep and patience.
Dang poor Gleaming😕😢
It would seem White Out isn't the kind of pony to be so easily fooled... Or, at least, she actually gives a damn about her ponies.