06-25-2018, 04:57 PM
Oooh, sparklyy. Svedka will be so jealous. He don't have sparkles.
Sunblaze's thoughts can be pretty succinctly summed up as; What the hell?
There's a glazed look on the white mare's face. He thinks that it can't be good, especially with the black and white stallion on the other side of the River giving her that look. (When did he become so responsible?) He manages to untangle the idea that he should eat some apples from her slurred speech, and swivels his head to see the apple tree she's talking about. Maybe the apples did this to her. Nobody would act like this normally. (At least, Sunblaze thinks so. But then, hadn't the horses from before Beqanna thought that nobody would like sparkles so much normally? He still likes sparkles. But now he's being responsible for some reason. Maybe it's that Beqanna makes horses responsible, and the apples are the only cure. YES. IT'S A CONSPIRACY.)
(The sensible part of Sunblaze's mind wails in hopeless protest, but the poor thing gets ignored, as usual.)
He wanders over to the apple tree, determined to cure himself of the responsibility disease. Cautiously, he munches on just one apple. It tastes stale and old. Yuck! exclaims the glitter-loving part of his mind, the one that always overrules Sensible and sends it crying into a dark corner of his brain. For once, however, the two parts agree that he should stop eating, though for different reasons. Glitter doesn't want to get his taste buds anywhere within ten meters of those apples (perhaps it's an overreaction, but then Glitter always overreacts), while Sensible thinks they might be dangerous.
He lifts his golden head from the fallen apples, and experiences a slight lightheaded feeling. Hmm. Oh, what's this? There's another mare, white with black spots. She's pretty, says Glitter, partly serious and partly under the influence of the fermented apples. He canters over to her, any tiny amount of restraint he might have had forgotten in the apple's wake. "You're beautiful," he tells her, completely seriously. "See, uh..." What's that mare's name again? She never told him, did she. "Your friend," hopefully they actually are friends, "agrees with me." Who's this Svedka character? The pegasus keeps mentioning him. "Your wings look fluffy," he adds to said pegasus, and reaches over to press his nose into the feathers to see if they actually are fluffy. Sunblaze likes fluffy. Almost as much as he likes sparkly.
@[Ilma] @[Chemdog] @[Breckin]
Sunblaze's thoughts can be pretty succinctly summed up as; What the hell?
There's a glazed look on the white mare's face. He thinks that it can't be good, especially with the black and white stallion on the other side of the River giving her that look. (When did he become so responsible?) He manages to untangle the idea that he should eat some apples from her slurred speech, and swivels his head to see the apple tree she's talking about. Maybe the apples did this to her. Nobody would act like this normally. (At least, Sunblaze thinks so. But then, hadn't the horses from before Beqanna thought that nobody would like sparkles so much normally? He still likes sparkles. But now he's being responsible for some reason. Maybe it's that Beqanna makes horses responsible, and the apples are the only cure. YES. IT'S A CONSPIRACY.)
(The sensible part of Sunblaze's mind wails in hopeless protest, but the poor thing gets ignored, as usual.)
He wanders over to the apple tree, determined to cure himself of the responsibility disease. Cautiously, he munches on just one apple. It tastes stale and old. Yuck! exclaims the glitter-loving part of his mind, the one that always overrules Sensible and sends it crying into a dark corner of his brain. For once, however, the two parts agree that he should stop eating, though for different reasons. Glitter doesn't want to get his taste buds anywhere within ten meters of those apples (perhaps it's an overreaction, but then Glitter always overreacts), while Sensible thinks they might be dangerous.
He lifts his golden head from the fallen apples, and experiences a slight lightheaded feeling. Hmm. Oh, what's this? There's another mare, white with black spots. She's pretty, says Glitter, partly serious and partly under the influence of the fermented apples. He canters over to her, any tiny amount of restraint he might have had forgotten in the apple's wake. "You're beautiful," he tells her, completely seriously. "See, uh..." What's that mare's name again? She never told him, did she. "Your friend," hopefully they actually are friends, "agrees with me." Who's this Svedka character? The pegasus keeps mentioning him. "Your wings look fluffy," he adds to said pegasus, and reaches over to press his nose into the feathers to see if they actually are fluffy. Sunblaze likes fluffy. Almost as much as he likes sparkly.
@[Ilma] @[Chemdog] @[Breckin]