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 Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2017 5:19 pm
 As a golden-pink blur goes running past him, Honeydew stands at the edge of Kolum's courtyard with a sad look in his eyes.
It seems he's trying to slice an apple from one of the many trees growing there... with.. what looks like.. a ..wooden doorstop, held in his mouth?
Why won't this work?! It's so frustrating! The doorstop only seems to splinter into the apple without actually slicing the fruit into wedges, squirting juice out at him and generally making a horrific mess.
If only poor Honeydew had a plushie to aid him. Certainly, it's the fact that he doesn't have one that is making his life so tragically difficult. And even though the stand is right there, he makes no move towards it.. standing as evidence of how sad pony life can be when one does not have a plushie.
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2017 5:26 pm
 "BYE EPHELALA, SEE YOU AGAAAAAAIN!!" Bright Sprite calls out as her first ever happy customer leaves...
It's sort of sad watching her go, she was so very exciting, after all...
OH... WHAT....????? IS... WHAT?????????
Bright Sprite squints, unsure if what she's seeing is... actually... what she's seeing.......
"HELLOOOOOoooOoOOOOOO!???" she shrieks out at the achromatic pony, "ARE YOU TRYING TO MAKE CIDER??????"
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2017 5:34 pm
Cider? Where?! Cider sounded awesome! So crisp and refreshing, sweet and a little tart, and it would totally quench the thirst he's worked up trying to whittle away at this apple with what amounts to a broken slab of pine....
Raising his head, in search of the pony with a barrel of the good stuff, he spots the one he assumed spoke to him. "Mrrhh? Naw makinb spider, tryinb t'swice th'abble!" Hm. Might help if he dropped his wooden instrument first..
As he bends down to set the triangular piece of wood on the ground, in a matter of moments, he's dropped his door stop, stepped on the apple, squished its pulp all over himself, and slipped hooves over head into the fruity goo. Shaking apple skin out of his mane, Honeydew huffs and calls out. "Yeah apparently I am making cider!"
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2017 5:40 pm
"OOooOoOoOoooHHHHHHH!!!!"
She had heard of these ponies... The ones that... Can't seem to do even the simplest of tasks. Well. She'd heard of them from other ponies trying to convince her to BUY things, so she didn't think they were real....
BUT... JUST LOOK AT HIM....
Stifling some giggles, Bright Sprite runs into her cottage and back out with a towel floating along side her. She runs to the mysterious, clumsy pony, and flings the towel at his face.
"THERE YA GO! But, uh... Doesn't seem like the best way to make cider...?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2017 5:52 pm
Yes, could be that Honeydew was one of those ponies. There had been the time he'd been delivering produce to Elycion Glades.. and had gone running, face first, into the little rabbit he'd been sent there to deliver to, causing a tumble of the lettuces and the bunny. Or another time when he thought he might make a visit across the way to one of his daughters, Lilibelle, with a gift of flowers.. only to realize before he could leave, in the most unfortunate way ever, that those flowers were really poison ivy instead.
"You could say that," he answered, a bit sheepishly. Kicking his back legs, before he stood up, he made sure the last of the pulp was off his hooves before he rose.. only to bend back down in front again to rub his face back and forth across the offered towel, sitting across the grass. "Thanks! I just wanted a slice of apple, y'know? But my knife here.." And he gestured, with a front leg, towards the doorstop sitting closeby. "..is as dull as a doorstop."
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2017 5:58 pm
Bright Sprite nods sagely, giving a soft "Mmhmmm. Yes... Yes, I see... Of course.... Yes...."
She's not really sure if the pony is being serious or playing a trick on her, though.
"BUT. That IS a doorstop! Maybe that's why it won't cut!" she floats the doorstop up to eye-level and tilts her head one way then the next. "Umm.... I'm sorry I don't have any cider!"
WAIT, MAYBE A KNIFE? DOES HE NEED A KNIFE? OOOOH, SCISSORS. DO SCISSORS WORK ON APPLES?
OH NO THE APPLE IS CRUSHED!
"All I have is these plushies, no good for apples, though!"
She drops the doorstop towards the other pony and wraps a few of the ponies in magic, spinning them around her new guest's head.
"I make them for precious things!"
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2017 6:10 pm
There was a very long pause. A pause so long that it very well could have seemed like Honeydew's brain had just stopped working. He stared, blank and unblinking and slack-jawed at the other pony...
BUT. That IS a doorstop!
...well that certainly explained things.
"Ooo~~oooh," he finally replied, his realization rather obvious in the way the sound droned out of him. "Oh I see. No wonder."
With as much of a shrug as a pony could muster, Honeydew's face swapped from derped out to brightly cheerful, and he watched the little plushies bob in the air around his head. He wasn't exactly mystified by them, but he did bop each one with his nose as they passed by him. "Aren't these cute! What are they for? It's not..." Keeping his voice to a whisper, then, he ducked his head to peek at the unicorn from underneath the circle of floating toys. "..it's not for dark magic, is it?"
But just in case it was, he cocked his head to give a little n** to the hoof on the plush that looked eerily like Seraphim.
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2017 6:15 pm
A rather unladylike snort of amusement escapes from Bright Sprite.
DARK MAGIC?
"My magic is pink! That's sooOOOoOOoooo not dark!"
She smiles brightly and wiggles her shoulders a little before floating the plushies back to the counter.
"Well, I dunno! They're cute?"
Bright Sprite suddenly sits down on the ground in front of Honeydew and laughs, "I dunno what they're for! Ponies like gifts, I guess!"
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2017 6:24 pm
GIFTS. Of course, for gifts! Honeydew quite enjoyed getting gifts, and somehow he understood that he was probably not the only one!
"Much better gift than poison ivy, I wager," he mumbled, mostly to himself. A shudder ran down his spine, all the way through to his tail that swished behind him, at the mere mention of poison ivy.
"Hold that thought," he said, with a short nod, to the unicorn.. as if she'd actually been the one to have the thought in the first place. It was his own idea, but.. ...nevermind. "If a precious thing is what you want, then I can get you one! I just have to go get it."
As he slid a few steps backwards, he pointed down towards his door stop on the ground with his nose. "Keep an eye on it for me. I'll be back!"
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2017 6:30 pm
Bright Sprite blinks a few times as Honeydew runs off, hardly giving him a chance to react!
WHY AM I WATCHING A DOORSTOP??
She shrugs and tosses the thing onto her stand, tucking it behind a few of the plushies so its out of sight...Tample... Yes... The last she can very clearly remember, she was wandering away from her pasture.
That pink pony from the other place was running in with some doll of herself and, well, Tample needs one of herself. Of course!
She wanders along toward Kolum's courtyard... Well... The gardens have very yummy carrots, right?
That's where she's going right?
Hmm... That doesn't seem right.
As she wanders, she chews off tiny bits of a red potato she's brought along with her. Between bites she sticks it in a little bag slung around her neck.
She swears she heard something... But there's nothing here.... Right?
OH! Flowers! Little kissing-flowers! How cute are those!
She runs up to the flowers and immediately begins rolling around in them, flattening a small part of the garden."HEY! MY FLOWERS!" a very very loud voice booms from some distance away.All of a sudden Tample is floating in the air, everything is pink! The magic from the unicorn floating her is tinting everything pink!
"I cannut see..." Tample whines, reaching for her potato to take another bite. "Pleaaaaaaase.""What?!" Bright Sprite muffles a little laugh and floats the black and red pony towards her stand... Away from her flowers. She casts them a side glance and shakes her head before carefully dropping the pony on the grass. She knows of her... She's a little strange and doesn't usually leave her pasture alone...
"WATCHA DOIN HERE?""Werll I..." Tample shakes her head and stops speaking for a moment, just long enough to chew and swallow the bite of potato in her mouth.
"Potato? Eating potato?" she stares at Bright Sprite as if she should totally be aware of that, after all the potato was in her mouth? What else would she be doing? Jeez.
Her glance moves past Bright Sprite, towards the colourful stand behind her.WHAT A WEIRD PONY...
Bright Sprite watches as Tample finally rises to all fours and... Makes a b-line for her plushie stand. She's a little nervous but... Tample's not really clumsy, just not the brightest, so it should be all right... Right...?
PLEASE DON'T BREAK ANYTHING!!!!"WOW." Tample screams. Yes. Screams. Why is she screaming? She's not really sure.
"Can I have one!? I want one!!" she sees the signs on the stand and brings her face very close to the purple one.
"Pluh'sh-eyes... for... press-ee-us.... it-ihms?"
She turns towards Bright Sprite and frowns. "Wat?"Bright Sprite smiles gently, shaking her head which causes a little star applique to fall out of her mane, one that Tample watches fall to the ground very intently.
"Precious items! I can make one for you for a precious item if you want one!""Ohmygoooosh-o!" Tample bounces from her left hooves to her right hooves and back again multiple times. "Yesyes! I want me!"
But she doesn't have anything with her... Just... Just her potato...
Something of a sad look fall over her face, as she pull the half-eaten potato out of her bag. It is probably the best potato she's ever eaten. At least that she can remember right this second.
She leans down to put the potato on the counter while Bright Sprite watches with very curious eyes. "Potato?" she asks, nudging it towards the other pony with her muzzle, hope written all over her face."Hmmmmm." Bright Sprite stares at the bit of potato on her stand and then looks up towards Tample again.
WELL. SHE DOES SEEM TO LOVE THE POTATO.
CAN YOU LOVE A POTATO? WAIT, DOESN'T SHE HAVE PET POTATOES?
HOW DO YOU EVEN HAVE A POTATO-PET? SHE LOVES HER PETS RIGHT... SO... SHE LOVES... POTATOES?
"YES, OKAY! I will accept... POTATO!"
She lifts the potato up and sets it in a small glass case that she promtply seals with a bit of magic...
SHOULDN'T ROT IN THERE.... I HOPE.....
"It'll take me just a few minutes to make your dollie!"Tample sits as quietly and as patiently as she can manage while the other pony flails fabric and thread about.
She's so incredibly tempted to roll in the kissing-flowers again but... What if that makes the pony take away the dollie!?
No. She sits. And waits... And actually manages to fall asleep in the very few minutes that Bright Sprite is working..."Hello!!!? Hello I finished your pony!"
"She looks exactly like youuuuUUU!" Bright Sprite declares, as she floats the plush over toward Tample and plops it on her head."IT'S ME!" Tample jumps up quite suddenly and starts running in circles around Bright Sprite and her stand.
She laughs in such delight, and is overcome with so much joy that... She simply forgets to thank Bright Sprite for the plushie!
She's just so looking forward to showing her sisters! Maybe they can have little thems, too!
Without another word and the plushie bouncing on her back, she runs back into the forest... Hopefully to find her way to one of her sisters.I GUESS SHE LIKED IT
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2017 6:46 pm
Unfortunately for the unicorn salespony, she wasn't quite yet finished with the derp! It took him a while, but Honeydew eventually made his way back to Kolum's courtyard, found his way beyond it, and back to the little plushie stand.
He'd missed Tample's appearance -- a pony he only vaguely knew through one of her sisters, Miradle, that lived in his own pasture -- but he'd come back! Just like he said he would. With two items, even, clutched in his mouth.
As amicable (and .. simple) as he was, Honeydew hadn't yet made many friends. Sure, he had his family, and for them he cared very much, but the very first pony he'd ever met still held a special place in his heart, even though he hadn't seen her in such a long time. He planned to make up for lost time with a gift, if she'd accept it...
Setting his objects on the cobble path outside the stand, he called out. "I'm back! I said I would be!" And? "I brought you a thing!"
The thing was.. a basket. A worn, tattered basket that looked like it had been broken and repaired probably a hundred times. With a piece of paper sitting inside it. "While you bask in it's glory.." Right. Quite a glory it was, this basket. "..I will explain!"
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2017 6:52 pm
"OH!"
Bright Sprite turns her body in one very quick movement away from the forest and towards the pony who had returned!
"What timing!" she laughs, bouncing across the cobblestone.
"Watcha got there? A precious thing?"
Instead of using magic to lift the basket, she leans down in an almost-bow to inspect it... It looks sort of fragile so she doesn't want to touch it and possibly break somebody else's things if it's not the precious thing...!
"I lOOOOoooOOooOove stories!"
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2017 7:03 pm
It was obvious, from the way his pony chest puffed out, that Honeydew was quite proud of this broken shell of a basket. Inside it, underneath the paper, were little flecks of green, red, and orange embedded in the wicker. The handle was worn and wobbly, barely connected to the rest of it, with a very faded red ribbon sitting at the top, but still tied into a lopsided bow.
"Sometimes Peophynnia-- have you met her? She lives in my pasture. She's a good baker and gardener, and sometimes she asks me to deliver produce and things to other ponies."
Dipping his head down, Honeydew plucked the piece of paper from the basket and set it, too, on the cobble path. On it was a very... rudementary drawing, and it looked like it had been done with, probably, something similar to the doorstop!
"This is my basket." Well, clearly. "I used it for a long time for deliveries. Now, I have a cart since orders can get a bit big. The first delivery I ever did was with this basket, to a pony named Lola." He punctuated his statement by nosing at the drawing. "This is her. She's a very cute bunny, but I haven't seen her in a very, very long while."
Looking hopeful, he stood back up straight and grinned a doofy sort of grin at the unicorn. "Can you make a plush of Lola? For my basket? I'd like to give it to her along with an apology for not coming to see her more often."
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2017 7:12 pm
A sudden shriek of delight punctures the air when the drawing comes out.
THAT IS JUST SO CUTE OHMYGOSHOHMYGOSH.
She begins fidgeting incessantly, because OH MAN does she want to make that plushie! And heck YEAH she'll accept that basket....
But she doesn't say anything else until Honeydew finishes speaking... She doesn't want to interrupt after all; that would be rather rude!
"Of cooooOOooooOooourse I'll make a Lola! That basket is SUUUUPER precious!"
She wraps the basket in probably waaaay more magic than necessary to float it over to her stand, but she really doesn't want to drop it... So... Extra magic... For extra carefulness...
TOTALLY MAKES SENSE....?
She grins a rather huge grin as she dives behind the piles of boxes and immediately begins digging out her materials.
I HAVE SUCH A GOOD IDEA! I'VE NEVER DONE IT BEFORE!
"This is gonna be a SUUuuUuuuuuuUUUUPER special one! I promise!"
There sure is a lot of scissor-action going on this time around...
But she stays behind the boxes and the stand to hide most of what she's doing, just the occasional bit of flying fabric gives away that she's working.
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2017 7:40 pm
The extra magic was probably a good idea! That poor basket had been crumpled and repaired more times than Honeydew could count. It was a wonder it even still resembled a basket at all, and had survived the journey from his home pasture to the plushie stand in one piece. It had served him well, though, and even if it was currently retired.. it had never sustained more damage than it had on his first delivery trip, to Lola, and yet that was precisely the reason why he was so attached to it.
He gave a happy-sounding whinny, high pitched and staccato like laughter, and he eagerly swatted his tail back and forth. "Oh, good! Thank you!"
Unlike Tample, who just stood there nodding off while the unicorn worked, Honeydew moved away a little from the stand. He trotted back over to the murder scene of his apple and picked up the towel with his teeth, shaking his head from side to side to rid it of the fruity remains. When it was sufficiently clean enough, he trotted right on back with it to set it on one of the counters.
But he wasn't done! A second time, he stepped back and picked up his drawing of Lola this time, carrying it between his teeth to set it delicately on the shelf beside his basket. It seemed fitting, to him, for the plushie-maker to have that as well.
"Lola is special, too. It makes sense! She's the very first pony I met outside my own pasture. There's Bell, too, who is very special.. and.. well, I--" Again, Honeydew's brain shut off, leaving him staring into nothingness wide eyed and blank, while the unicorn worked.
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