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Pickles was on a mission. It was a very important mission, a once-in-a-lifetime chance of a mission. Pancake--or no, she should really call him Captain Brute--had told her to meet him at . . . some old house, she was sure she would recognize it when she saw it. If only it wasn't so cold, maybe then she could focus on getting there--that and the darkness, combined with her clumsy feet, made for a slow journey. She sighed and looked up at the sky, noticing the sunrise. He'd said to meet at dawn, but she'd accidentally slept a little later than she should have. The morning light teased her eyes and brilliant colors began to fade into the sky. Pickles stopped walking, caught up in the awe of it all. She rocked back to rest on her tail and blinked up at the heavens, noticing a small cloud which had taken on the same bright red color which adorned her own coat. A Pickle-colored cloud! This HAD to be a good omen!
Pickles' ear flicked as she heard the sound of approaching hooves. She rocked forward to her feet, turning surprisingly swiftly for such a clumsy mare, and lowered her head, her ears pinned flat against her head. Was it a predator trying to sneak up on her? The famed Haywire trying to mess with her?? A random quirlicorn opening a wormhole portal to transport themselves??? WAS IT JUST PANCAKE COMING TO FIND HER???--oh, yes, actually, it was just Pancake.
Pickles perked right up, tossing her mane to try and seem more casual. "Good morning, Cap'n Brute!" she greeted cheerfully, clopping forward to greet him. "I was just on my way to your boathouse." Hopefully she was right in saying 'boathouse' and it wasn't some other type of house. She tossed her head in the direction of the red cloud she'd spotted earlier. "Look at the sky! Ain't it gorgeous? See the red cloud?"
Pickles was on a mission. It was a very important mission, a once-in-a-lifetime chance of a mission. Pancake--or no, she should really call him Captain Brute--had told her to meet him at . . . some old house, she was sure she would recognize it when she saw it. If only it wasn't so cold, maybe then she could focus on getting there--that and the darkness, combined with her clumsy feet, made for a slow journey. She sighed and looked up at the sky, noticing the sunrise. He'd said to meet at dawn, but she'd accidentally slept a little later than she should have. The morning light teased her eyes and brilliant colors began to fade into the sky. Pickles stopped walking, caught up in the awe of it all. She rocked back to rest on her tail and blinked up at the heavens, noticing a small cloud which had taken on the same bright red color which adorned her own coat. A Pickle-colored cloud! This HAD to be a good omen!
Pickles' ear flicked as she heard the sound of approaching hooves. She rocked forward to her feet, turning surprisingly swiftly for such a clumsy mare, and lowered her head, her ears pinned flat against her head. Was it a predator trying to sneak up on her? The famed Haywire trying to mess with her?? A random quirlicorn opening a wormhole portal to transport themselves??? WAS IT JUST PANCAKE COMING TO FIND HER???--oh, yes, actually, it was just Pancake.
Pickles perked right up, tossing her mane to try and seem more casual. "Good morning, Cap'n Brute!" she greeted cheerfully, clopping forward to greet him. "I was just on my way to your boathouse." Hopefully she was right in saying 'boathouse' and it wasn't some other type of house. She tossed her head in the direction of the red cloud she'd spotted earlier. "Look at the sky! Ain't it gorgeous? See the red cloud?"
A little nonsense now and then is relished by the wisest men....
