A quick update · 6:52am
So, I'm aware I haven't really been keeping up with my own schedule. I'm not going to make excuses. I've gotten lazy, and this fresh batch of videogames that've come out recently really aren't helping with that. I'm aware many of you have said that I should take all the time I need, but it's a matter of personal dedication for me, and I've been slacking.
Still, I am getting things done! I promise that much! That's kind of why I'm making this blog post. I figure it's taking a while, but I could give you guys a small taste of the upcoming chapter.
It's not something most normal ponies would notice. On the contrary, for someone like me, it wasn't all that uncommon. Once you start to dabble in mind magic and you become more aware of such outside influences, there's not really any going back outside of maybe getting your memories wiped. Some knowledge, once gained, cannot be forgotten. It's like muscle memory.
That buzzing was from the presence of a changeling hivemind. Close proximity, it felt like. I'd been exposed to it before, albeit only for a few seconds. Obviously I managed to resist it, or else I wouldn't be here right now, remembering all of this. It's how their Queen does her hypnosis.
Speaking of which...the buzzing was far too loud in the back of my mind for it to be coming from a mere infiltrator. Usually I identify them and leave them be. Changelings gotta eat too, and while I may despise their Queen, I won't get in their way when they're just doing what needs to be done. I'll fuck them up if they try to lay a hoof on me or my own, but other than that, well...I've always had bigger problems.
It didn't take me long to pinpoint the source. If there's one thing I knew about my associate, it was that she didn't make for a very good infiltrator herself. The tall supermodel figure, trim and slick, smooth and glistening auburn fur that appeared to be washed and oiled several times over, with long brown mane and tail that had been combed and brushed to perfection. She was never one for not standing out, even when blending in was the whole point.
She was looking right at me when I finally locked my gaze on her. I took another drink from my mug, and the corner of her muzzle rose into a long, knowing smile. Without a word, she turned to face me and slipped out of her seat, motioning with her head towards a booth further in the back, less lit than a lot of the other booths in the bar. It was of a circular shape, meant for larger groups of people, but there wasn't a lot of life in the bar that night either, so it was no big deal.
The moment we were both seated, I watched her horn light up with a sickly green glow, and I quickly lit my own. "Oh, no no no. I'll be the one casting the spells here."
She stared at me for a brief moment, then shrugged. "Suit yourself."
I quickly weaved the spell I knew she'd had in mind. I'd made a few deals with her in the past, though the first deal was made without my consent, and almost cost me my life. I didn't much trust her not to try to slip something extra into her spell, and I was already a little tipsy as it was. I wasn't going to let her work the magic around us.
As soon as the spell was in place and we had the privacy needed to talk among ourselves, I sat back in my seat. "So. To what do I owe the pleasure, Queen Chrysalis?"
I'm definitely trying to get back into the swing of things, and shake my old mentality of videogames taking priority.