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 Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 5:37 pm
Draft sighed as he trotted to Morning Glory's house. His mother had demanded he get more education in a correct setting. All he wanted to do was work on his music. After all his dad hadn't gone to school. But that was hardly an arguement he could use with his mother, in fact it made her more demanding.
So now he was on his way to his private tutor. There wasn't really a school for all babbens right now so Scent Puff had arranged for him to just have private lessons. How very french of her. Morning Glory seemed nice enough but still, he doubted he would be learning anything about music. Finally he reached the house.
"Hello?" he knocked on the door.
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2011 6:50 am
The front door swung open and Morning Glory stepped out onto her stoop.
"Hello..?" she inquired, looking left then right, and at not seeing anyone, she then looked down, finally spying the colt. "You must be Daft...Draft...Da...uhm..." Her horn glows faint yellow and a list and quill float over to her, hovering just before her face. She squints her sparkling eyes a moment, reading the parchment.
"Draft Punk!" she declared, her eyes suddenly seem to twinkle in delight. "You're right on time, please come in!" She turned and went into her house, the floating list following her, muttering his name over and over so she will have it memorized.
The inside of the house is messy in strangely organized way. Scrolls and parchments burst out of some cubby holes, a large pile of toys sits in one corner of the main room, pencils and quills stacked on the desk next to a large globe and boxes of chalk.
"Sorry for the mess.." Glory says, appearing out of the kitchen which seems to be less of a disaster "Once the school is built they can finally put all these supplies inside, but till then they have to store them here. Follow me Draft, the classroom is back here." Morning Glory heads to the back of her house, followed by parchments, chalk, pencils, an eraser, crayons, ruler, and a couple of book, all floating via a soft, sparkling, yellow glow.
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 11:23 am
Wow....this lady was a unicorn like Uncle Honey. He wondered if they knew each other. Uncle Honey always seemed to know the ladies of phonyloand. The small colt wondered if his papa and Uncle Honey hung out a lot, since papa always talked about the ladies he knew. He blinked again....were her eyes....diamonds? Wow she came with her own bling!
"Um...yes ma'am...." he said as he followed her. He didn't exactly seem too happy to be here. He wondered if they would learn anything about music. He didn't see the use of learning much anything else.
"So you are going to be a teacher?" he kinda figured since she spoke of a school being built. It made him wonder what would he and his siblings be like if they were all in school together. It made him giggle. He could see PARTY being the class clown while Taquita was the Top Student. Then there would be him....well he wasn't sure what he'd be in school.
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 4:21 pm
Morning Glory laughed at Daft's question.
"I am a teacher! The little nano bots inside the blister pack put..." she turns to look at Daft and chuckles. Explaining the nano bots that turn phonies into flesh and blood might be a little too much for him. "I have always wanted to be a teacher, ever since I was in my blister pack.."
Glory leads him into the back of her house, a small room set with six desks arranged in two rows. "Pick any seat you like Daft.."
Some of the items she'd magicked from the other rooms took their various places in the room. Chalk nestled into the holder in front of the chalk board next to the eraser and paper and quills settled neatly onto a small desk at the front of the room.
Pencils, crayons, paper, books and a ruler float near Daft, waiting patiently for him to pick his desk. On the chalk board up front, a piece writes in neat, loopy cursive. "Miss Morning Glory"
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 4:26 pm
"Oh yeah, I suppose so. I mean thats why Mama sent me to you," he continued following her. Though he was wondering about these nano things she talked about. It had something to do with being in the blister pack. He would remember that some other time.
Once in the room he looked around at the desks. It was just him so he took a seat in the middle up front. He watched as the things all settled down around him. Unicorn magic was neat, he sometimes wished he was one. Then he could do more with his music.
"So um.....what do we learn in school? Papa said school is only good for picking up cheerleaders," he looked innocently at Morning Glory. Yay for kids repeating what their parents say!
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 4:44 pm
Glory's eyes went wide and the piece of chalk she was writing with via unicorn magic suddenly dropped to the floor and broke into little white shards. Glory's nose pinked up a little in a blush and she cleared her throat. "Is..is that what he says..? Who was your father again...?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 4:48 pm
Draft immediately had his ears back and his head down. Apparently he had said something wrong given the reaction Miss Morning Glory had. He hoped she wouldn't tell his mother, she'd ground him from his keyboard. A fate worse than death!
"I...I'm sorry Miss Morning Glory. My papa is TACO, the greatest musician in the world!" he smiled a little at that. He did feel proud of his papa. "Did....did I say something bad?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 5:12 pm
"That explains soooo much..." Glory muttered to herself quietly and put back on her smile. "No no, it's just..that's not....I've never heard school described like that before! It means I've learned something new today, just like you'll learn something new today too!" She said this in her brightest tone while in the back of her head she marked down to have a parent/teacher conference with TACO and Scent Puff.
"What school is, is a place where you will learn lessons that will help you when you're old enough! Like how to count out how many bits to give to the grocer, what the names of things are, how to write properly and of course lessons to help you earn your cutie mark!"
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 5:19 pm
"Oh...well thats what papa says. He can't even read," he felt better. He wasn't in trouble. Most likely his father was. That face the teacher made was the one his mama usually made when she wanted to yell something. But now he was listening to the things Morning Glory would teach him.
Hmm, he supposed counting would be good, "I know a bit of counting from counting the beats of my music," he smiled. At least he had some knowledge. Maybe it wouldn't be too hard. Writing properly might be good, he could make up lyrics for his music. So far all he could create was music and a few lines.
"My....my cutie mark?!" he looked at his naked rump and smiled. That is what he really wanted. He wanted his mark. His mama said his mark would show what kind of phony he would be. Like hers was a perfume bottle so she made all kinds of nice smelling things. Auntie Bon Bon had a hat and cooking thing on hers, she could back! Even Uncle Honey's bouquet showed how much he liked flowers.
"I wana learn that! Teach me how to get my cutie mark!" he beamed.
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 5:38 pm
"Ah yes, the thing that every phony wants to learn at your age, how to get your cutie mark!"
Glory draws the circle of elements, each connecting to the other and all connecting to the middle element that joins them together. "I'm sure you already know all about the elements of harmony and how each of them must be learned in order to earn your cutie mark. You may have learned some of them already.." Glory colors in a couple of the elements randomly. "It is my hope that while your learning with me and learning about the world, you will discover all of the elements and will proudly show me your cutie mark when it appears!"
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 5:42 pm
"Wow! Then maybe when I get my cuite mark the others will show me theres! Papa always says girls ask to see his "cutie mark" all the time!" has no idea what his father really means by that but it seemed logical. Cuite marks were...well cute! He liked seeing them.
He listens carefully as she talks about the elements. Hmmm, he would need to work on these element things. He wanted to be big like his mama and papa.
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2011 4:42 am
Glory's mouth stopping moving mid sentence and she blinked rapidly for a moment and plastered on her nicest fake smile and puts on her sweetest "I'm not completely horrified, really!" voice.
"Does he now? I see. Well...cutie marks are not just for picking up girls. They are also THE sign that will too every phony who you are and what's ultra special talent..." Glory continues the lesson as if nothing Draft has said concerns her, writing out the history of the elements of Harmony, and assigning him massive reams of homework on the subject.
"Alright, that is it for today.." she sets the chalk down and turns. "Tomorrow we start on some spelling, math, and writing..oh, and Draft, have Scent come in with you." Her tone is light and she smiles "See you tomorrow Draft, have a good evening!"
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 7:00 pm
Draft listens dutifully to everything Miss Morning Glory had to say about Cutie Marks. He would have taken notes if his writing was any better. However he looked horrified at the pile of homework. He could already tell this was a part of school he would not like.
As the day ended he gathered up his things into his saddle bags and escorted Miss Morning Glory to the door. His Uncle Honey always said it was polite. He looked a bit concerned that the teacher wanted to talk to his mother but he had apologized. And she had said he hadn't been bad. So off he went.
The next day......
"Really Mama, I don't know why!" he said to his mother as they walked to the school house.
"Well eef you 'ave been be'aveng zen maybee your teachair juzt wontz to tell me what you need to work on at 'ome," the french mare looked down at her son. She had an idea of what might be wrong and she could be her cutie mark it had something to do with TACO. That idiot.
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2011 6:18 pm
Morning Glory greeted them at the front door, the duo arriving just as she was finishing tending to her outside plants. "Good Morning Draft!" she said happily and then nodded to his mother "Good morning Scent, thank you for coming on such short notice.."
Unicorn magic opens the door to Glory's home. "Draft show your mom where the classroom is, I'll be in shortly" Magic lifts the watering can and Glory works on finishing up her chores before she has to have her Parent/Teacher conference.
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2012 6:02 am
"Yes ma'am," he sighed a bit. Somehow he didn't see this going well. His mother was already suspicious. Hopefully he wouldn't get more homework today. He already hated it but his mother insisted, his aunt brought him snacks to give him energy, and he begged his sister to help alot. He showed his mother inside and took a seat at his usual desk.
Scent nodded to the blue mare as they approached. She was one of the few mares she did like because she showed open dislike of TACO. But also she was teaching her son something useful rather than all this music stuff. At least he wouldn't be complete idiot like his father. The black and white striped mare looked over the classroom, thinking it a bit small. But then she remembered the main building was still being built. Hmm...maybe by the rough and rugged draft stallion Bluegrass. She's have to go check on it.....purely to ensure her son has a proper teaching environment.
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