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 Posted: Fri Jan 24, 2014 9:37 am
Without missing a beat, Pinkie giggled and bounded in place.
"A Cutie Mark is a mark we Ponies get on our flanks once we've discovered that one awesomely amazing and cool thing that makes us special from everypony else. Whether it's making fancy dresses, being exceptionally adept in magic, running an apple farm, taking care of sweet little critters, flying Really Really fast, building really neat gizmos and gadgets, or - in my case - throwing PARTIES! to make everypony happy and smile!" She turned her hips again and pointed to her flank once more.
"See? Mine's these three nifty little balloons!" Another kazoo-smile graced her features.
"You know, you Fauns may not have Cutie Marks like us Ponies, but you do have something similar." She turned to Cosworth and poked one of his antlers with her finger. "These little doo-hickies here! Your antlers! Whenever you come of age, you bloom leaves and things from your antlers. Like little trees! But each little tree is different. Special and unique all to yourself. Sure you might have a certain type just like somepony else, but the way the leaves and things grow, the way the branches bend, it's pretty much all your own kind of cutie mark." She blinked. "So... if you have branches growing from your head, does this mean your brains are all seeds?" She then gasped. "What if that means you're really a tree! OMIGOSH!!!!" She nearly leapt back a few feet and pointed almost accusingly. "YOU'RE A TALKING TREE?!?! WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME THIS BEFORE?!?!"
There was a faint pause for a few over-dramatic gasps before she giggled and waved a hand nonchalantly. "Nah. I can carry it just fine." She bounded once or twice in place. "Thank you so much for offering though!"
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Posted: Fri Jan 24, 2014 4:49 pm
Cutie marks sounded like something odd and quasi-magical in nature which meant that there was a good chance Cosworth wouldn't be able to fully understand them, but he politely listened to Pinkie Pie's explanation nonetheless. It seemed terribly depressing to consider one's own individuality or talents based off of the markings on one's flank. What if you got something stupid, like oh, the sun? What the hell would that entail? A particular talent at sunbathing perhaps.
These thoughts did not stop him from wondering what his might look like if he had one, of course. One did wonder.
Cosworth held his hands up, trying to stop Pinkie (if such a thing were possible). "No, no Pinkie Pie. We're not trees. I'm not exactly sure what the deal is with our growths-" Cosworth gingerly reached up and touched one of his worn antlers, realizing that there were perhaps more flattering things to call them, "- or antlers or whatevers. Living things are terribly confusing to me." He folded his arms. "And I'm not sure they work quite that way, but I suppose mine were shaped by my hobby in their own way."
He didn't mention that involved his head getting caught in explosions and having the thinner twigs and leaves blown clean off his antlers over many years.
"Well that's good to hear, Pinkie Pie." Cosworth respectfully nodded at her. "I will take my leave if you need nothing else."
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