August 31 – 5:07 PM
“Cross my heart and hope to fly; stick a cupcake in my eye,” recited the seventy-odd volunteers in an unenthusiastic drone. It wasn’t that they weren’t taking the act of making a Pinkie Promise seriously; rather, the overwhelming majority of them were not looking forward to holding up their end of this particular agreement. The fact that many of them had made the classic mistake of assuming that they needed to physically poke their eyeballs with their hooves didn’t help, either.
“Okie dokie lokie!” Pinkie Pie chirped to the crowd. “Welcome to SPHERE! There’s a meeting next Saturday, and we’ll be able to explain our goals more clearly then.”
“Super,” Rainbow Dash said. “Can I get going now? I need to get an up close look at that fog before I talk with the rest of the weather team.” The pegasus was feeling really self conscious about her reflective fog suit (for example, several of the more vain ponies had taken the opportunity to use her backside as a mirror), and the fact that Pinkie Pie had dragged her into joining SPHERE along with the rest of the Element-Bearers didn’t help matters much. Sure, she agreed with the principle—if the five of them stood with the pink earth pony, others would see that there was more to joining up with the weirdos than “Pinkie being Pinkie,” but that didn’t make it any less embarrassing.
Pinkie glanced over her shoulder at Fluttershy, who nodded silently. “Looks like you’re good to go, Dashie!”
“Cool,” Rainbow Dash replied, though her tone of voice made it sound almost sarcastic. She then shot into the air like a silver bullet towards the mountaintops, leaving the rest of her friends to handle the crowd of earth ponies (and a few unicorns) that Applejack had rounded up.
As soon as the weatherpony was out of sight, all eyes turned to the remaining pegasus, who looked as nervous as ever as she stood on Douglas Fir’s porch, which had been spontaneously repurposed as a makeshift dais. A stopgap platform for a stopgap expert, Fluttershy briefly thought to herself before banishing the thought from her mind. Thinking that way wouldn’t help her anymore. If she was going to get out of this mess, she had to press on.
“Um, thank you for coming...”
“What’s that?” came a voice from somewhere in the middle of the crowd.
The pegasus tried to raise her voice a bit. “Thank you all for coming on such short notice. I—”
“Speak up!” shouted another pony.
Fluttershy did her best to comply, but her attempt to increase her volume seemed to have the unfortunate side effect of causing her words to speed up: “Thank you for coming to help with the fog the Department of Weather is very grateful for your help and I’m-sure-everypony-else-in-Ponyville-will-be-glad-too andsoamIsothankyou!” The pegasus took several deep breaths before she opened her eyelids (which she only just now realized she’d been squeezing shut) and saw that her audience, although a little confused, seemed to appreciate her gratitude. “Um, Twilight?” she asked the unicorn standing next to her. “Would you mind giving the instructions for me?”
Twilight nodded and stepped forward. “Alright, everypony, I know that you haven’t had a chance to get a lot of information about this fog, so some of you may be worried about what’s ahead....”
As the librarian continued her explication, Rarity quietly sidled next to Equestria’s most skittish authority figure. “You’re doing splendidly, Fluttershy,” she said.
The pegasus didn’t seem to agree with the attempted encouragement. “How can I be doing well when I can’t even work up the nerve to tell other ponies what to do?”
The dressmaker smiled. “Dear, I don’t think your job requires public speaking. Your job is to make decisions, and to delegate the tasks that you can’t do yourself to other ponies who can. By that standard, I’d say you’re performing admirably at the moment.”
Fluttershy might have responded further, but Twilight Sparkle was nearing the end of her speech: “So, the unicorns will be levitating the firewood onto carts, and the earth ponies will be hauling them up the mountains along several well-established paths. Applejack has been placed in charge of directing the specifics of the transport operation, so if you have any further questions, just ask her. Is that clear?”
Upon receiving several nods and grunted affirmations, Twilight smiled. “Then let’s get to work!”
August 31 – 5:31 PM
There were many thoughts flowing through Rainbow Dash’s mind as she returned from her sortie at the fog bank, but two in particular stood out. First, either Pinkie Pie had been understating the severity of the fog, or it had somehow managed to get thicker and colder since this morning. Second, she probably shouldn’t have been so quick to dismiss Rarity’s suggestion that she cover her tail in the silver fabric, as even this had caused a large amount of drag as she flew through the magically-enhanced blob of water vapor. Any way you looked at it, her team would have their work cut out for them.
Speaking of whom, Rainbow Dash spotted the entire team, including all of the reservists, milling about the designated rendezvous point on the top of Mt. Barbaro. Some of them were no doubt grumbling over the fact that they had to meet on the ground rather than nice soft clouds, but Fluttershy had insisted that this area be as free of moisture as possible. The weatherpony landed and had her team gather around her.
“Alright, guys, listen up. I just got back from the fog bank, and I can tell you right now that it’s every bit as nasty as we’ve been told. Obviously, I don’t have the equipment for an exact reading, but I’d say it rates at least a 9.0 on the Pea Soup scale, easy.”
“You’re joking,” Cloudchaser said incredulously. “Fogs never get that dense outside of the Haysead Swamps!”
“Normal fogs don’t, but as I’ve repeatedly said all day, this fog is not normal,” Rainbow Dash replied seriously. “If we don’t get it under control, it might not just be the ponies in Ponyville that have to deal with it. I trust that I won’t have to explain why I insisted that everypony bring their fog suits along?”
This was answered with a round of indistinct groans as thirty or so fog suits were pulled out of the saddlebags where they’d been stashed. “Don’t worry,” Rainbow Dash said, “you don’t have to put them on until the fog actually gets here.” Regular fog suits were not known for being comfortable on warm summer days, and having to wear them while building and tending the bonfires central to Operation: Heatstroke might have resulted in some weatherponies coming down with actual heatstroke. “Now, all of the squad leaders still have those flint-and-steel kits I was passing out earlier, right?” Upon receiving several nods, Rainbow Dash smiled. “Great. So, are there any further questions before we get started?”
Several hooves went up into the air. Rainbow Dash pointed at the nearest one. “Yes, Thunderlane?”
“Uh, yeah, how are you supposed to go to the bathroom in that thing?”
“I’m not. I have to take it off to do that. Next question.”
“So, can you actually stand on a cloud while wearing that?” asked a reservist in the back.
“Um, no, I can’t, actually. It’s pretty much the opposite of a cloudwalking spell.”
“Does it come in any other colors?”
Rainbow Dash groaned. “Are there any questions that aren’t related to my fog suit?” A single hoof rose into the air. “Yes, Flitter?”
“Can Rarity make me one like yours?”
This was starting to get a little ridiculous. “I just said no more questions about the suit!” Rainbow Dash shouted.
Flitter seemed genuinely puzzled by this outburst. “But... that wasn’t a question about your suit. It was about the one I want her to make for me.”
Rainbow Dash sighed and briefly massaged one of her temples with her hoof. “Listen, I’ll be happy to explain that sort of thing after we’ve finished up here. Now, do any of you have questions that actually have something to do with your job?”
After several seconds of silence, the weatherpony smiled. “Good. Now, everypony get to your stations. The volunteers will be hauling up that firewood any minute now.”
August 31 – 5:35 PM
It took less than half an hour to get everypony into place. The stronger earth ponies were hitched up to carts, while the weaker ones stood by to relay messages and provide first aid, if necessary. The unicorns were standing in a clearing in Douglas Fir’s storeyard, ready to load up the carts with timber. Everything had been executed flawlessly—with one rather glaring exception.
“Uh, Fluttershy,” Applejack said as she strolled up to the fog specialist. “Don’t mean ta be a downer or nuthin’, but it seems like you might've forgotten somethin’.”
A look of utter horror washed over Fluttershy’s face. “Oh no oh no oh no!” The pegasus ground her teeth in panic as she tried to figure out how her house of cards was about to fall down. “I have ponies to load the firewood, deliver the firewood, build the fires, and to provide support for the ponies... the carts! We don’t have any wheelwrights or carpenters in case the carts break down! Oh, what am I going to do?”
“Uh, ya don’t need to worry about that. I’ve fixed a cart or two myself at Sweet Apple Acres. Actually, Sugarcube, I meant that there ain’t nopony to cut down the trees.”
Upon hearing this, the pegasus calmed down almost immediately. “Oh, thank goodness. I thought it was something serious.”
“How in tarnation is that not serious? I don’t know if you noticed, but it’s not easy to build a fire if ya ain’t got firewood.”
“Oh, don’t worry. I, um, asked for a little bit of help from some friends, and they got in touch with someone who could help out there.”
Applejack raised an eyebrow as she picked up on a nuance in her friend’s reply. “‘Someone?’ Not ‘somepony?’ Fluttershy, did ya get the help of some beavers to get those trees taken care of? Cuz that’s mighty clever of you.”
“Oh, my, no. Beavers take far too long to gnaw through trees. Instead, I’ve found someone with more, um, efficient methods.”
Applejack opened her mouth to ask for a further clarification, but she was interrupted by a sudden, screeching roar.
“Manticore!” Bon Bon shouted. “The humans have recruited manticores! Everypony panic!” Indeed, many ponies would have panicked were it not for the fact that this sounded much like every other rant the paranoid candymaker made about the mythical bipeds.
Fluttershy turned towards the commotion and saw a large winged feline with a nasty-looking scorpion tail walking towards her. The creature let out another ghastly roar, which might have caused the assembled ponies to reconsider their decision not to panic if their surprisingly fearless leader hadn’t flown over to it with a warm smile on her face. “It’s so good to see you again, Manny. How have things been in the Everfree Forest?”
The manticore roared again, blowing Fluttershy’s mane out of place.
“A pride? Oh, that’s wonderful!”
The manticore looked somewhat sheepish at Fluttershy’s praise—Applejack wasn’t certain, but she thought it might have been blushing. Well, either that, or it was red in the face with anger. It was somewhat difficult to tell from a distance. “Rooaaarrr!”
Fluttershy wagged a hoof at her friend. “Now, there’s no need to be pessimistic like that. I’m sure you’ll be a superb father.”
“Roooaaaarrrr!”
“Of course I’ll be willing to help out, but in an emergency, you should probably see the local veterinarian, or perhaps Zecora.”
The manticore paused for a bit and scratched his head with a claw, seemingly uncertain about how to continue the conversation. Eventually, he was able to formulate his thoughts coherently: “Roooaaarrr roar rrrooooooaaaaarrrrr!”
The pegasus nodded her head vigorously. “Well, obviously.”
“Roooooooaaaaarrrrr!”
“You’re quite welcome. It’s the least I can do for you now that you’ve agreed to help out. Come on, let me introduce you.” Fluttershy flew back to where Applejack was standing, now joined by a terrified-looking salesdonkey. “Manny Roar, this is Douglas Fir, and I believe you’ve already met Applejack.”
Applejack tried to avoid cringing, but the monster’s sheer bulk made that difficult. “Uh, Sugarcube, I’m pretty sure I’d remember meetin’ a manticore,” she replied when it became clear that the donkey was too shocked to speak.
“Oh, but you have met Manny. Don’t you remember? On the night when we defeated Nightmare Moon?”
Applejack swallowed hard. “Huh? You mean this is that manticore?” She briefly wondered if he remembered her attempt to subdue him by jumping on his back and riding him like an angry bull.
“Of course. Go on, say hello, Manny.”
“Rrroooaaaarrrr!”
Apparently, the manticore did indeed remember, assuming that that was the reason for all of the extra spittle. Applejack barely managed to keep her hat from blowing away. “Um, nice ta see ya again, I s’pose. So, uh, Fluttershy, would ya mind explainin’ how this thing—”
“That’s ‘Manny’ or ‘Mr. Roar,’” Fluttershy corrected sternly.
“Sorry. But how’s Mr. Roar s’posed ta be better than a beaver?”
“That’s quite simple, actually. You see, for eons, manticores have been competing with timberwolves for territory, and the venom in their tails is very effective at creating weak points in wood. So, he’ll follow Mr. Fir, who will point out which trees are going to be removed. Then Manny will sting the trees near the roots, and after a few seconds, he’ll be able to rip the tree off of its stump. It’s a very efficient plan, don’t you think?”
Applejack glanced over at the donkey, who was looking extremely pale. “Uh, somethin’ tells me Mr. Fir might be more comfortable if you came along with them. You know, for... communication issues.”
“Oh, my, I hadn’t thought of that...”
“Listen, don’t you worry none about the carts and such. I can handle that, and if you’re needed, I’ll send somepony to fetch you.”
Fluttershy nodded. “Um, okay, then. So, now that everything’s ready, um, I guess we ought to get started.”
“Right,” Applejack said with a nod. “Alright, everypony!” she called out to the masses. “Get ready to move ’em out!”
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There's the box with Manny Roar, Steven Magnet, a Fluttershy with the right mane, Rarity, and Nightmare Moon. Waiting to buy it...
It's Manny! I like the name you chose.
2302801 - I didn't choose it. Hasbro's marketing department did.
Having just read the latest chapter of Lost Legacies, I was half-expecting Fluttershy's treecutter to be the Ursa Minor.
I was expecting beavers, so imagine my surprise when a manticore appeared. Brilliant, and hilarious. Loving this story so much
I seem to remember from a while back that this fog is for making cloud structures that hold together in hot deserts and that it's heat resistant. I wonder if this plan is going to work. I don't they anypony has put two and two together on that yet.
Was imagining beavers, got a manticore. Now that's how to defy expectations. I like the manticore/timberwolf natural competitors idea.
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Well, if you'll recall, Caligo's insurance company has made things a bit complicated...
"By that standard, I’d say you’re performing admirably at the moment.”
Possible ending: the story ends with Fluttershy being promoted.
Vadershy: "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
This is one of the incomplete stories for which I cannot wait for an update.
Manny Roar is best Everfree Monster!
Her logic is impeccable.
Wouldn't burning freshly-cut trees produce huge quantities of very thick, humid smoke, considering all the sap wouldn't have had time to dry out?
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As do I. It makes sense and that would mean the venom would have to be really powerful.
I'll join in on the praise of the manticore idea. Natural enemies of timberwolves... I like it.
Oh, that timberwolf. I can imagine it's rather awkward for AJ to meet the one creature she tried and failed to lasso.
I actually expected Harry instead.
Nice! Manticore logger. Me Gusta.
So, is this plan that was actually discussed on "screen" actually going to work? It looks to be working... THIS PLAN IS WAY TOO SIMPLE AND EFFICIENT TO WORK. THE LITERARY GODS DEMAND IT BE COMPLEX AND NEVER DISCUSSED IN FRONT OF THE AUDIENCE!
2303027 Well, it might be resistant, but that don't mean that it can't help to heat thing up.
I love Fluttershy so much. Scared of just about everypony, and then brings in something that, in turn, scares everypony but her.
They did, in fact, pick a really stupid name for the manticore.
2304633 - Honestly, I think they figured "Hey, a stupid YouTube autocaption worked for Steven Magnet,* right? Why not for the manticore?" So they tried it, and the phrase that looked most like a name was "Manny Roar."
* I still can not believe that "Steven Magnet" is Hasbro's official name for the sea serpent now.
I like that you used the name of Manny for our manticore friend.
And the plans coming together
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TV Tropes aside, I doubt it'll work.
I'm betting it's the even older trope of it all falling apart because of a single over-looked issue.
Namely, has Flutterbutter been told that the 'fog' was built to withstand the dry and eternally hot desert?
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@Lord Destructor
Yes and no. They are having a tree specialist help them so they might try to find dead or near dead trees or unicorns could try to dry them. Or you could be right as they just go for any tree the right size.
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Wait, What? For realzies?! They adopted another one of our fan names?
Isn't Steven Magnet the name of some artist from the 80's?
That's where the name came from?
A random though has occurred....
Isn't this fog supposed to RESIST fire and heat?
Other than that... Manny. If it works for them...
~Skeeter The Lurker
Well, things seem to be proceeding smoothly. A bit too smoothly. I may just be being paranoid, but excrement appears to headed for the rotary cooling device...
The manitcore has an official name? Really?
Nature sure is fascinating.
That bit about manticore poison stemming from competition with timberwolves is pretty clever, I gotta say.
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At best, fresh wood would likely be pretty difficult to ignite to start with so they would have to put fresh logs on top of dried logs to make fires easier to start - have the dried logs dry off the fresh ones.
Most of the smoke from drying fresh logs would be from the sap/water boiling off (steam) so it should be whitish.
I had my reservations about this fic from the synopsis. I have to say though it is really well done. It has good use of comedy and characters personalities.
I was not expecting the prepper side of Bon Bon but I do like the way it ties her to Lyra.
Also an obligatory "Lyra is best pony.".
Fire is hotter than a desert. So, even if it is designed to withstand a desert, I'd think killing it with fire is still probably they're best bet.
Assuming the fog doesn't put the fire /out/.
It'd be like trying to melt an ice sculpture with a match.
Oh GODS, I died from laughter upon seeing the manicore
Poor Mr.Fir
Makes me wonder if the ponies will really help or not now. Hmmmm....the CMC is somewhere, I got a bad but funny as buck feeling about this
And again, I state. Fluttershy will come up as epic level competent. And she will be the last one to find out. In the formal award ceremony. Which she will think is a disciplinary hearing.
(Also, did I mention I love this. You obviously put in a lot of effort to do this properly and thus I thank you.)
SPOILER ALERT!!!
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The fact that many of them had made the classic mistake of assuming that they needed to physically poke their eyeballs with their hooves didn’t help, either.
-...Indeed. Also, the promise is to listen to explanations about humans, or even attend a S.P.H.E.R.E. meeting or three? I forget exactly.
(for example, several of the more vain ponies had taken the opportunity to use her backside as a mirror)
-I'd be tempted to kick them...
if the five of them stood with the pink earth pony, others would see that there was more to joining up with the weirdos than “Pinkie being Pinkie,”
-I see...
Pinkie glanced over her shoulder at Fluttershy, who nodded silently.
-Fluttershy is there? I wonder if she has talked to the beavers (or whatever) yet?
-And her is where I went back a chapter or two and read the following:
“Well, what if they Pinkie promised to stick around and actually listen to what you have to say?”
-I can't tell if the general oath was meant to include the searching for evidence. That would be a fairly large difference, at least in embarrassment, and maybe in terms of time commitment, depending on how long the arguments for Humans existing and about their disposition run.
“Thank you for coming to help with the fog the Department of Weather is very grateful for your help and I’m-sure-everypony-else-in-Ponyville-will-be-glad-too andsoamIsothankyou!”
-Nice way of having three speeds to the text, rather than just two. I may have to remember this. Also, having all the text in this section the same size (rather than the technique of using font size as a way of conveying volume) helps make it feel like it is from her perspective. Of course, I don't think you are using font size away.
The pegasus took several deep breaths before she opened her eyelids (which she only just now realized she’d been squeezing shut)
-"eyes" would be more 'traditional' than "eyelids", but there isn't anything technically wrong with this.
“Um, Twilight?” she asked the unicorn standing next to her. “Would you mind giving the instructions for me?”
-Good choice. I assume that the reason she could do her previous speech, but not this one was that the last one was mostly cribbed from official documents, and/or that she has less time to rehearse this time around, and/or that she knows more about how bad the crisis is?
Dear, I don’t think your job requires public speaking. Your job is to make decisions, and to delegate the tasks that you can’t do yourself to other ponies who can.
-Indeed.
Upon receiving several nods and grunted affirmations, Twilight smiled. “Then let’s get to work!”
-I had some vague thoughts about Fluttershy getting paid, but having to split the check between all her helpers. Then I thought that instead of that, that she would get such a glowing recommendation for her handling of an unprecedented emergency that she would be named chief fog expert for all of Equestria. This would be last part of the story, and maybe even the last sentence... although having her faint with a goat-bleat, or hide or something would probably be even better.
Second, she probably shouldn’t have been so quick to dismiss Rarity’s suggestion that she cover her tail in the silver fabric, as even this had caused a large amount of drag as she flew through the magically enhanced blob of water vapor.
-I see... Maybe they could have gone with a multicolored tail-sock that immitates her natural color pattern? Better than no sock at all, and Rarity could have shown initiative in that way.. then again she might not have wanted to risk undermining Fluttershy's authority (plus "the customer is always right"), and asking her would have been yet another thing for Fluttershy to worry about.
Obviously, I don’t have the equipment for an exact reading,
-Equipment weighs too much? Or is it just that she has never needed it before, and kept the weather budget trim by not getting one purchased.
“Fogs never get that dense outside of the Haysead Swamps!”
-Unless there is some pun I am missing, that should be "Hayseed".
“Now, all of the squad leaders still have those flint-and-steel kits I was passing out earlier, right?”
-I forget what the part the pegasi are supposed to be doing actually IS. Maybe I should go back and re-read earlier chapters.
“Can Rarity make me one like yours?”
-Ah, so it does have a cool-factor to it for some?
“I just said no more questions about the suit!” Rainbow Dash shouted.
Flitter seemed genuinely puzzled by this outburst. “But... that wasn’t a question about your suit. It was about the one I want her to make for me.”
-Interesting bit of air-headedness.
Upon hearing this, the pegasus calmed down almost immediately. “Oh, thank goodness. I thought it was something serious.”
-My money is still on Rainbow Dash's campsite making technique, probably not with Big Mac involved, or she would have separated him out for that duty... or maybe she forgot that, or was going to do it during her speech and didn't tell Twilight that.
, asked for a little bit of help from some friends, and they got in touch with someone who could help out there.
-Oh DUH... forgot my own BETTER guess. Beavers.
Beavers take far too long to gnaw through trees. Instead, I’ve found someone with more, um, efficient methods.
-I wonder if they will have trouble with green wood. Also... elephant? Moose? I would think that Moose would be people, not animals. I doubt she could get Buffalo in the time-scale, and besides, that would have involved a pegasus messenger, rather than animals probably... then again, Buffalo shamans may be able to understand animals as well as Fluttershy does.
“Manticore!”
-Ah... didn't think of mythical species... although I suspect it may actually be a hydra, since I don't think manticores would be THAT good at cutting down trees. the Hydra can probably rip smallish trees out of the ground and then break them into quarters.
Fluttershy turned towards the commotion and saw a large winged feline with a nasty-looking scorpion tail walking towards her.
-Ok, so maybe manticores in addition to other things? Or maybe a LOT of manticores?
“Now, there’s no need to be pessimistic like that. I’m sure you’ll be a superb father.”
-*Nods and smiles* Thought so.
“Of course I’ll be willing to help out, but in an emergency, you should probably see the local veterinarian, or perhaps Zecora.”
-She miiight want to give the local veterinarian a heads up on that.
Eventually, he was able to formulate his thoughts coherently: “Roooaaarrr roar rrrooooooaaaaarrrrr!”
-Nice contrast.
“That’s ‘Manny’ or ‘Mr. Roar,’”
-Nice pun.
You see, for eons, manticores have been competing with timberwolves for territory, and the venom in their tails is very effective at creating weak points in wood.
-Ah! Interesting bit of world-building... maybe a little too convenient, unless it has a mythological basis, but personally I like it!
“Uh, somethin’ tells me Mr. Fir might be more comfortable if you came along with them. You know, for... communication issues.”
-Indeed.
Manticore Timber Services ... OMC! That is both awesome and ingenious. Seriously loving this fic.
Y'all >> Ya.
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Dude, I'm not sure why you're trying to correct all the "y'all"s, but the truth is, they are actually correct as written. It is a common Southern colloquialism that approximately abbreviates "you all". Applejack and her family use the term regularly in the show, which the author has replicated in this story.
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All the corrections I've noticed look like y'all used to refer to one person, which is wrong. One person is you, two or more are (or can be) y'all-- though sometimes that second person may be implicit: "Y'all come back now, ya hear?" may refer, implicitly, to friends and family, even when talking to only one person.
To understand how strange it sounds, try expanding it out all the way, every time, in context.
Who's the "all" here? With some of these examples, okay, maybe Applejack was talking about everyone involved in the effort, but this one seems pretty specifically referring to Fluttershy alone. She's the one worrying, she's the one who needs to not worry. There is no "all".
For the record, there is some debate on whether y'all is ever used as a singular in its native environment. A debate that has lasted a century or so, so don't expect it to get sorted out any time soon. I'm inclined to believe that most of the examples are from misunderstandings or from non-natives trying, poorly, to imitate the dialect. You can find more details here.
The grammatical misuse of y'all is still here in this chapter.
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Just saw this, and as 7140675 said. The use is wrong. Y'all is you all. And in the dictionary itself, is stated as a plural secondary pronoun.
It's similar to the northerner's many forms of plural yous. In short, you all is used when talking to, or about (implied) more than one person. When addressing a single individual, it's you or ya.