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The line was long and Mandrake Blossom's patience thin. She was never the most patient sort, but having to wait for something exciting and fun like this just made it worse. She shuffled in place, hopped on her hooves, mumbled and grumbled, chewed her lip, and tried to do anything that could possibly pass the time even if it meant eavesdropping on other people's and phony's conversations or humming whatever songs popped into her head. Fortunately for her, it didn't take too much longer for the next group to be called and that was her, behind another filly. This one was a unicorn, green and purple. If she were colored the opposite, Mandrake might've likened her to a plum or grape. The two fillies were lead into the tilt-a-whirl and Mandrake was grinning so hard her face hurt, now that she was finally able to enjoy the stupid ride. It wasn't anything like going through a haunted house, but it was thrilling in its own way.

"Hi," she blurted quickly while wrapping her hooves around the safety handle, "You okay? You look kinda shakey." It was easy to see the other foal wasn't too keen on this ride, or what was to come, but Mandrake had learned it was nicer to ask that sort of thing instead of outright accusing someone of being scared. That usually lead to arguments and those weren't any fun.

"You're scared of this?" Mandrake blurted, a little rudely. In response, she puffed her cheeks out and glanced around their seating area and the few other foals who were going on this ride with them. She flapped her hooves a little, gently knocking and tapping against the metal bar. "It just spins, y'know? I mean, you saw it, right? Waiting in line?" Mandrake eyed the other filly skeptically before grinning and nudging her leg with the tip of a hoof. "It'll be fine! Look how excited the babies are," lifting one leg, she pointed towards another of the seat pods to show Delta a few phonies even younger than them giggling and shrieking with excitement and anticipation.

A dull, internal click sounded from the center of the ride, then a subtle whirring of gears and cogs. Their seats jerked slightly beneath them and slowly, ever so slowly, the ride began to turn. Mandrake chuckled and braced herself, sparing an occasional glance towards Delta.

Each complete spin of the ride resulted in a growing momentum. The metal floor their seats were latched upon spun independently while they, tucked safely behind a bar and seated on cushions, were spun in the opposite direction at a much faster speed. The babbens were giggling, the other young filly at her side was shrieking, and Mandrake was hunched over the bar with a mischievous grin when Delta's cry came out. It did sound a little like a laugh, and from what she could tell at least one corner of her mouth was raised in amusement even if there was still lingering fear in the phony.

Mandrake took the opportunity of their raising speed to lean back from the safety bar and lift her front legs up above her head. Her mane was whirled all around, slapping messily into her face and covering her eyes. She didn't care. All that mattered was the slight feeling of weightlessness for a few seconds at a time.

"WOOOOHOOHOO!"

At the ride's peak in speed, it was difficult for Mandrake to lift her head up from the cushion behind her, just as any other phony would find it difficult to adjust from their current position. That only lasted a few short seconds before there was a metallic click and the ride seemed to go in reverse, taking its time to slow down until it reached a calm pace and, eventually, locked into place. By that point, Mandrake allowed herself to dramatically fall forward against the safety bar. The speed had given her a bit of a head rush, which would no doubt become an ache later (or maybe soon). Still, she managed a steep grin and giggled from the bar, looking up at Delta beside her with an extremely messy mane all frizzed up and fluffy.

"See?" she confirmed haughtily, certain the filly would have no trouble in the future.

Then, through their giggling, one of the younger phonies spit something up. Maybe a little too fast for them.

"Of course it was!" Mandrake flicked her tail affirmatively and gave the ground a one hoofed stomp for good measure.

Once they all started filing out, it was a little more wobbly than she thought it would be but the little earth filly kept herself on the proper path. The workers and surrounding parents offered assistance to the little ones down the stairs, but Mandrake jumped down the three tiny steps and landed firmly with a resounding "WOO!" and an accompanying head rush.

One that was made worse by a rough bump in the behind by a fumbling Delta. At the contact, Mandrake let out a muted "oof" and was pushed forward off her front hooves, planting her nose and chin in a small mud puddle nearby. Rump skyward, all she could do for a few seconds was blink in disbelief and a quickly waning euphoria while Delta's giggles turned into "gosh"es and whispers of concern.

"Wh--" she burbled, finally pushing back to to a stand. Mandrake whirled around to face Dainty Delta, excitement from the ride giving way to frustration and embarrassment shown with a quick glare. Mud was caked around her lips and dribbling down her chin, looking like a complete mustache and beard ensemble, but it just tickled and annoyed the little filly who was none the wiser of her appearance outside of feeling stupid. "WATCH IT!" Mandrake cried, voice breaking slightly, volume unchained and screechy.

Continued laughter from Delta and her stuttering voice only served to further confuse Mandrake, which gave way to further irritation. The filly grumbled, seething as she glared, waiting for some sort of explanation. Instead, at least, there was an apology -- but she was still laughing!

"Yes you are!" Mandrake accused, refusing to sit or relax, "You're laughing right in my face!" A rowdy snort as given before Delta dipped her hooves in mud after collapsing and brought them to her own face, smearing the gunk all around. This stopped what could have gone into a full bucking and screaming fit, confusing Mandrake so she shut her mouth and could only watch in a perplexed stupor. Each time a hoof ran over part of Delta's face, the smear looked like it was trying to make something but with her laughter it made everything too clumsy to be coherent. Eventually the result was similar to half a handle bar mustache, a partial goatee, and football streaks under her eyes.

"Heh... hehe..." she took a small step back, relaxing her posture a bit while trying to hold back her chuckles but it was too much. "HAHAHA NO WAY! You -- you look ridiculous!" With another muddy splat, Mandrake fell on her side back into the mud puddle, back legs kicking in the air. "Is -- is that what -- what I -- look like!?"

It took a good few minutes for their laughter to subside, and by the time it began Mandrake's sides and cheeks were sore. Her hoofs, rump, and side were coated with mud, not to mention all that she'd gotten in her hair and the messy not-beard was still present. Some of the surrounding youngin's were watching and giggling as well, wanting to join in the muddy chucklefest, but it was nearing dinner time and their families needed to get home.

Finally, when Mandrake's own laughter was giving way more to silent wheezes than actual sounds, Delta began to calm enough that she could speak and Mandrake attempted to stifle her giggles enough that she'd be able to as well. "Aaahhaha... No, it's okay!" another few short giggles left her, "I'm sorry I got mad, I thought you were laughing 'cause I fell -- not 'cause I looked silly!" At that, Mandrake raised a hoof and attempted to do the same but instead of cleaning she only succeeded in smearing the mud across her face and getting some into her mouth. Seated on her rump, she flailed her front hoofs and blew raspberries to get the taste out -- which of course only made her look sillier.

"Thbbbttthh -- BLECK!"

The filly got up on all fours once more, examining the damage she had done to herself since she couldn't see the mud all over her face. "They probably won't let us onto anymore rides like this, huh? Guess we should head home." but a realization hit her, something she found incredibly strange, "But -- oh! I dunno your name! I'm Mandrake Blossom but you can just call me Mandrake, okay?" How was it they managed to have so much fun with each other and hadn't even introduced themselves?!

Unlike her companion, Mandrake flat out ignored the surrounding looks -- either willfully or so caught up in their now positive energy that it didn't even occur to her. When Delta got up too and realized the same thing she did, Mandrake cringed a little at the addition of "miss", not to mention her whole name being used when she just told the other filly to shorten it, but she didn't feel it was worth it to get uppity again over something like that. She could just correct Delta some other time.

"Psh!" was her first response, and for a moment Mandrake turned away dismissively, but only a second later did she smirk and look back to her new friend, "Of course! I'm sure we don't live too far away. Maybe our parents even know each other!" The suggestion of a roller coaster made Mandrake grin even harder. For a scaredy cat, this filly was certainly getting adventurous! Maybe she'd be able to do the haunted house after successfully grappling the loop-de-loops on the rail cars. "Roller coaster sounds awesome. See ya then, Delta! Wash behind your ears~" with that parting tease, Mandrake stepped away from the puddle and the two fillies parted ways, taking their own routes back home through the amusement park.