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>the light making its way past the covered window cut long bright streaks through the dust floating in the air
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>i was lying on my back on my flattened out old futon
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>my eyes traced along the familiar crack in the ceiling that had been there for years
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>think it was caused by water damage from the floor above
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>through the dim light i used my horn's magic to move the needle of the record player on the other side of the room
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>i wanted to see which song it would land on
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>after a crackle something jazzy began to play from the speaker
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>stretching my legs and rolling over to my side i faced the kitchenette
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>it felt so far away
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>and the encroaching inevitability of having to get up finally and truly set in
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>it was probably mid day judging by the light cutting in
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>i was feeling hollow
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>tea
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>get up so you can make your breakfast
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>you know youre hungry
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>and you know you still have to keep some semblance of a routine in your life
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>just like the hive, right?
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>assuming the upright position my lazy flank is drug from the warm embrace of my blankets to the cool tile of the kitchenette underhoof
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>you need hot water for tea
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>fill the kettle
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>turn on the gas
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>spark with magic
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>go sit back down
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>and wait for the whistle
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>..
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>...
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>....
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>look at the stove
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>get back up
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>and put the full kettle on the burner this time
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>stare at the crystals
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>one of the crystals sitting away from the small pyramid stack on the coffee table still had some light left in it from the night before
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>sitting back down on the futon, i held the probably half full crystal in my hoof
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>i watched the swirling pink smoke churn deep within the heart of the hoof sized crystal
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>love crystals
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>store bought
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>the crystals themselves were changeling produced, made of our resin, but the energy inside was synthetic
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>turning it over revealed the brand engraving on the other side
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>'happy ling faux-love' read the banner winding above a cartoonish caricature of a nymph smiling wider than pinkie on her own birthday
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>'imitation love supplemented for displaced and struggling changelings'
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>yet another wonderfully abominate creation of unicorn science
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>the water began to scream for mercy from the stoves flame, interrupting my train of thought
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>gas stoves were one pony invention i was thankful for at the very least
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>doubly thankful that it was manehattan ponies that were elected to construct and furnish our housing
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>would probably be using wood stoves for everything if any other pony tribe was given the job
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>bringing my mind back to the task at hoof i focused my magic on the kettle and brought it over to begin my alchemy
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>trusty coffee mug (with pre broken handle)
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>tea bags (three bags because its weak as shit)
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>tormented water (only good for tea if it screams in pain while in the kettle)
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>when brought together in the correct order they form a perfect cup of tea (with room for some honey to be added at the end, of course)
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>letting my mind wander with the music i waited for my brew to come together
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>my teal eyes met the tapestry over the window
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>it was decorated in the same stained glass style as all the windows of the canterlot castle
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>the benevolent and gracious alicorn princesses with their forehooves outstretched hovering in a corona of rainbow light above a scared and lost looking crowd of changelings pleading down below
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>all this was topped off with a pink heart of unity floating between the alicorns and the groveling black shelled bugs
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>it was a commonly depicted scene painted and printed on countless items marketed to lings post-relocation
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>some lings even took pride in displaying it to honor their savior goddesses
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>ponykinds' most powerful mares swooping in after our mother's abandonment to save us helpless non-ponies from ourselves
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>i laughed dryly at the thought as i looked to the handleless mug on the table in front of me
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>it had a painted portrait of celestia smiling warmly on its side
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>lying on my back again i took up the half full love crystal in a loose magical grasp and batted it back and fourth in the air above me
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>sending it twirling end over end from one hoof to the other as i opened my muzzle to drain it
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>wisps of the nourishing pinkish energy flowed lazily from the darkening crystal to my open maw
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>about a mouthful of energy swished in my cheeks as i waited for it to solidify
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>i closed my eyes and listened again to the music still playing on the turntable
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>fake love always had that synthetic tinge behind it
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>an aftertaste like a fruit punch drink with a line on its back label reading '0% fruit juice added'
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>sweet all the same but never comparing to the real thing
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>feeling the jelly finally come together i swished it around my fangs one last time before i sat up
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>i opened my muzzle and let my long red tongue hang free
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>a thin line of the viscous pale pink love jelly ran off the end of my forked tongue into the steaming mug of tea waiting below
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>this also solved the other problem of artificial love
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>if it wasnt the taste that gave it way, it was the unsatisfying lukewarm feel it gave your heart
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>kinda like drinking a hot glass of tap water on an already hot summer day
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>real love energy made you feel full, satisfied and most of all, warm and fuzzy like a good meal of love should
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>or maybe it was like a warm hug?
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>adding the faux stuff to hot foods as 'honey' was a sad little way to trick your body into thinking its getting the real deal
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>my magic stirred the spoon around the mug making a hypnotic glowing pink whirlpool in its center
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>placing the now empty crystal on the top of the stack with its kin, i gave the steeping tea another stir before picking it up in my magic
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>blowing over its surface, i gave it a test sip
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>cool enough to take a gulp
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>*Knock Knock, KnockKnockKnock*
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>someling at my door
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>greeeeeaaaaattttt
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>they knocked again before i even took my first step
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>*KnockKnockKnock, KNOCK KNOCK*
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"chill your chitin already i heard you the first time!"
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>i shouted, levitating my mug along with me to the door
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>giggling on the other side in response accompanied by another two quick knocks
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>i knew exactly who it was before the door swung open
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>"hiya greenie!"
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>chirped the pint sized ling standing in the hall, before stifling another giggle with a hoof
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"hey pink, whats up."
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>i said before trying to muster up smile
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>"whats up is i know someling that hasnt left his apartment all week, lazyflank!"
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"well i wa-"
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>"i bet you dont even know what time it is right now, do you?!"
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>she cut me off
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"its uhhh...."
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>i trailed off craning my neck behind me to look at the wall clock
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"like a little after 3?"
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>"hey you know that dosent count crackedsnout, thats cheating!"
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>she said with an annoyed buzz of her wings
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"counts enough for me, princess."
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>i said with a smirk taking the first real sip of my breakfast
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>it sent a warm shiver down my spine and through my limbs as i closed my eyes for a moment to savor its nourishing energy
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>opening my eyes once more i was met by the piercing pink eyed gaze of my now pouting friend glaring daggers up at me
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>even though she was a full grown changeling at her age, she was maybe a hoof or two taller than a nymph
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>we were both hatched in the same clutch a little over a year before the throne was shattered
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>i cut the silence and spoke again,
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"were you here to just call me names or did you actually need something from me Ms. Taenidia?"
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>with a blush and scoff she gave my forehoof a kick at the mention of her hatching name
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>her filly sized strike made my fetlock sting as i shook it off with a chuckle
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>those little wings gave a quick buzz again
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>"i just dont like to hear that youre cooped up in here every day."
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>"so come on!"
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>she said stomping an authoritative hoof on the carpet of the hall
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"what? like right now?"
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>i asked, taking another sip feeling that tingle again
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>"oh for the love of ma, yes right now! youve spent more than enough time away from the world already green!!"
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"and thats just how id like to keep it too, them away from me."
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>"thats not the point and you know it..."
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>crestfallen somewhat her shoulders sagged as she let her rump hit the floor
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>then in an instant something in her body language changed as i saw her glance pass me and into my apartment
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>"maybe your marefriend is at work today?"
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>if i were drinking anything else i would have done a full spit take then and there
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>instead i settled for simply half choaking on the gulp of tea instead
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"y-you know i dont have a m-marefriend, pink."
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>i said while trying to compose myself
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>"theres no way you can tell me with a straight face that you didnt taste the emotions coming off that sweet mare last time we were in the shop?"
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>"not to mention youre obviously out of love, arent you?"
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>she pointed with a hoof to my small stockpile of spent crystals
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>"we go to the store, get you some more of that faux youre so fond of and mayyyybbbbbeee that mare is behind the counter... ehhhhhh?"
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>with her hooves outstretched she raised her brows up and down over and over with a smile like she was trying to sell me a used carriage
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>still didnt recall the pony she was talking about and i was tempted to roll my eyes but pink did have a point
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>i needed to get more faux and the shop across the street from the complex had a pricing scheme that made you feel like owner thought everything with a price tag secretly had gems hidden in it
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>the general store in town had much more reasonable prices, and pink knew that
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>yet i could tell she was grasping at straws for something to get me to come out at this point
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"alright ...sure. i guess i could go into town for a new set of crystals-"
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>pink made only what could be described as the changeling equivalent of a squee as she clopped her forehooves together
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"just give me a minute to get my things together, alright."
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>i said as i tried not to laugh at her display
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>she simply nodded vigorously while continuing to squee and do a little dance as she let her self in to sit on my futon
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>now that im going out i have to get all my shit together
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>saddle bags
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>scoop all the crystals in
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>bits pouch
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>winter hat
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>scarf-
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>"hey what band is this?"
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"i cant remember the name."
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>"okai then."
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>she said dismissing the conversation opting to listen to the jazzy group play their slow song instead
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>somehow i knew she wouldnt care about that detail
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>all i needed now was-
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>"ahem, sir?"
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>turning to meet her she had them resting on her hoof like a small serving platter
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>"your identification papers, pressed, waxed and bound for your convenience."
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>she said with her snoot held as high as it could go
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"why thank you mad'am."
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>i replied before bowing and downing the last of my tea which was now near room temp
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>quick stop to check my appearance in the mirror next to the door
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>with a flash of green flame i switched my chitin from black to the usual dark green i kept it as when i went out
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>slipping my papers into my saddle bag with my magic i stood at the door gesturing with a hoof to the hall outside
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"shall we away miss?"
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>"yes, quite."
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>was all she said as i flipped the record player off and briskly trotted out to join her in laughing down the hallway
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>as i matched her gait past the countless apartments in the hall she piped up
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>"wanna take rusty down?"
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"hmmmm......"
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>ol' rusty, the buildings' main elevator wasnt any older than the building itself
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>this block and the other three like it had been built a couple years ago in response to the influx of displaced lings after the hives collapse
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>there was an air to the rust covered lift that made it feel like an older piece of machinery than the rest of the building
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>like they imported it from another building in manehatten to install it here as some sort of sentimental gesture by the architects
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>in reality the rust was probably because they never painted the bare metal it was made of to begin with
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"im down to ride the rust bucket."
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>"knew youd say that, wideflank!"
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"you little-"
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>but she was off buzzing down the hall with a giggle before i could retaliate
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>always hated how fast she was
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>sat next to the elevator doors she was hiding a giggle behind a forehoof
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>i brought up my magic to hit the button to call rusty to take us down
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>pink then goes straight faced and holds up a hoof for me to pause
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>i oblige her and sit on my haunches
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>with her eyes closed she stands on her hind legs with her back to the call button on the wall behind her
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>balancing on one leg she takes in a breath and lets it out
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>in one quick motion she springs up to its height and hoofs the call button on the wall with her other hind hoof without looking
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>after touching down once more she appraises me with a raised eyebrow above one of her pink lenses
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>it was admittedly an admirable display by the mini mare
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>even if she attempted it every time we took ol rusty
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>i give her a polite golf clap and nod as the magic'd weights in the shaft responded, squealing as rusty moves to his destination
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"ya know i think youre getting better at that."
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>"heh you dont gotta remind me."
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>she said without turning to me while idly polishing a holed hoof on her chest plate
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>besides the obvious redundancy of shining chitin on chitin like that, her attempted display of coolness was more cute than anything in the moment
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>couldnt help but shake my head and smile at her
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>ol rusty rattled into place as he issued a soft
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>*ding*
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>with his scissor doors opening for us to hop on
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>not giving pink another opportunity to show off her acrobatic skills i slid past her and hoofed the first floor button receiving a pouty glare in response
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>i only chuckled as ol rusty's pulleys squealed, beginning our rattling decent
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>moving down the shaft something i hadnt noticed before piqued my curiosity
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>she had her saddlebags on but...
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"so you arent wearing any clothes against the weather as some sorta statement, right?"
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>i caught a slight flush of embarrassment creep its way over her cheeks
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>"i-"
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>she stopped herself, instead mumbling obscenities under her breath while the lift rattled its rusty doors open to release us from its metal embrace
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>the air in the small entrance lobby was notably colder than the floors above
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>was like that 9 times outta 10 with everyling coming and going all the time
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>there was a small group of dragons huddled around the lobbies' fireplace,
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>the buildings mail boxes were set into the wall on the other side of the room across from them
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>wasnt mail day today
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>a few of the dragons gave waves that we returned as we made our way out the double doors to the outside
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>some lings were like that
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>liked to group together and wear strange forms to identify with each other
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>one of em once told me it made them feel more comfortable around their friends
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>i never bothered past a shift in hue personally
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>the chilly air met us all at once as we stepped under the awning in front of the apartment complex
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>pink hissed at the sharp change in temp as the cold breeze hit us
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>"ill be back in a sec...."
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>she mumbled darkly
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>heard a hint of her jaw beginning to chatter on her last word as she took to the air and zipped up high out of view to the other side of the building
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>got a news letter slipped under my door the other day advising residents that the pegasai just started changing the seasons
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>cold weather like this always did a number on changeling bodies
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>even if we shifted form we still felt it harder than ponies or other creatures
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>something to do with thermodynamics interacting with changeling magic
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>science stuff ya know?
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>a few lings bustled up and down the row across the street in and out of changeling run businesses
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>looking down at my hooves i traced the line between the bricks
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>just like the buildings, the roads and sidewalks were laid brick too
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>manehattan standard, every building was contracted to be built as such
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>dont remember what we actually counted as now that it was on my mind
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>a town? a village?
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>that was one thing they called it though, lingtown
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>bugville was what ponies called it when they wanted to talk shit
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>official name for this place was newhive though, had it written on the "town hall" down the street
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>besides that were the apartment complexes, an everything shop, a couple restaurants and some other places of business
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>most lings didnt need much past housing and enough love to not be hungry in their day to day to keep em happy
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>and if they wanted for more, newhive was conveniently a little ways down the tracks from appaloosa
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>a short fly, or trot down the dirt road and you were there
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>buzzing snapped me half back to reality as i scowled at the sign on the window of the bodega looking shop across the street in front of me
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>'best prices around for everybuggy!' it read
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>which was horseapples, and the owner knew it too
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>pink touched down next to me with a huff as her flanks hit the bricks
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>now wearing a cute little fur lined vest and pompom topped beany that both matched to her eyes
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>she vigorously rubbed her hooves together in attempt to warm up
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"you ready now princess?"
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>i asked, cocking an eyebrow high
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>"bite me, cracksnout."
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>she hissed, baring her little fangs
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>cracksnout, by the way, is an insult from other hive castes to builder caste lings like me
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>our shells are built harder for the job but rocks fall when youre digging headfirst
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>means its not rare to see builders with broken noses after getting assigned to dig for the day
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>should also go without saying that builders are seen as the lowest group in the hive
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>with a snigger i stood up and started my way down the sidewalk, followed by a chattering pink eyed ling soon after
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>being in the shade of the buildings' shadow didnt help any with the wind chill either
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>she'd make it till we got out in the sun
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>probably
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>a blocks trot down the bricks and in the sun now, the street and buildings ended at the train station allowing us to see appaloosa in the distance down the tracks
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>was a short trot down the road to the old west town
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>no time at all
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>the dirt road underhoof was just wet enough to get your hooves muddy
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>pegasai must have scheduled rained earlier
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>reminded me of how holed legs werent great for any condition but inside a dry cave
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>mainly because you could feel the inside surfaces of your leg holes and they felt gross when they were dirty
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>back in the lingtown shop they sold big soft bristle brushes that look like oversized pipe cleaners just for leg cleaning
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>dirty leg holes arent really an issue you consider unless youre a changeling
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>at least i never had before i was born into being one
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>"hey!"
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>the pink bug spat, breaking my contemplative thought while i scanned thin clouds in the sky above the dampened landscape
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"yeah, what?"
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>i said still keeping pace down the muddy dirt road
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>"im gonna assume you havent read the paper because you stay in your little cave all day buuuuut have. you. heard. the. news!?"
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>something in her dubious look told me it was something extraordinary because pink usually didnt give a shit about what they wrote in the paper
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"spill it."
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>"welllll word is..."
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>"....ponies been saying they seen mom again."
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>she said with that same dark mischievous look
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"ahhhh pink theres no way you actually believe some tabloid horseapple headline like that."
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>"no horseapple headline brother, front page of the manehattan times, multiple witness testimonies."
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>oh shit
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"well... its probably the same as all those daily reports ponies were issuing after the collapse, ya know the ones about seeing her outside their windows at night when they live thousands of miles from the badlands."
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>i said waving a dismissive hoof
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>"oh brother dearest youll just keep telling yourself that till the day mother DOES come back oh-hohoho!"
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>she did that weird high laugh like that sometimes when she wanted to punctuate a posh statement
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>had to roll my eyes now
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>we slowed our trot when we came up to the junction between the main street and the train station
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>appaloosa has pretty much stayed the same since changeling integration
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>a notable funny new addition was a dedicated dual salon/chitin shining parlor
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>still made me chuckle every time i read the sign
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>without a word pink took flight and buzzed down the main road to a produce stand set up between two buildings
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>breathing in through my nose i took in the town
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>heavily pony populated spots were a treat for our kind
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>it was like you could taste the ambient love on the air when this many ponies were together in a community like this
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>not enough love to be satisfy a hungry ling but it felt good to breathe in the atmosphere
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>stepping up the stairs to the covered boardwalk that connected all the buildings in the row, i sauntered my way to where pink was browsing
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>never took the time to go through all the shop windows around here
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>an antique shop, a saddle fitting service, a dentist and hoof doctor's office, a table lamp emporium, another antique shop specializing in stained glass lampshades (probably in cahoots with the lamp emporium stallion)
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>ponies were strange when it came to the things they spent their bits on
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>i stopped for a moment to look in the window
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>countless pieces of stained glass artwork in lamp shade form lined every display table of the showroom and hung from every wall, mounted on light fixtures
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>there was even a massive set of shades on a chandelier hanging low in the middle of the showroom with dozens of spinning gleaming shades on its golden frame
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>the room glowed outwardly in an almost comforting aura, even even viewed here in the late day sun
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>it was beautiful
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>and then she caught my eye
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>there amongst the glowing shades on the table the pane of one stood out from the rest
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>i felt a lump catch in my throat when i met her familiar eyes
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>her smile was unforgettable, but the one she wore in this depiction was different than i remember
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>not the domineering wicked monster that ponies liked to depict her as but this expression was kind
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>motherly even
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>because she was my mother
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>something about seeing her again made my heart quicken
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>like i had to see more
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>through the window i spied the shopkeeper who was seemingly alone in her shop, sat behind a worktable on the far wall
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>double checking down the boardwalk i saw pink, still there scrutinizing the farmerpony's work
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>in front of her muzzle she held a carrot in her magic squinting at it with a mock critical eye
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>the pony in the straw hat wore a concerned expression that deepened as the seconds passed
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>i think she messed with that poor stallion near every time we came into town
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>doubt she would mind if i had a peak in the shade shop while she occupied herself
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>id only be a minute
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>unsurprisingly enough the showroom felt just as warm as it looked
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>the little bell above the door tinkled softly as i trotted in, soon followed up by a kindly wave from the peach mare behind the desk
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>i returned the wave she gave with a nod as i started my way around the room
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>didnt want to be too obvious about what i came to look at
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>it felt weird to go straight to it for some reason
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>the art on the lamp shades around me ranged from mundane to over the top and opulent
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>from depictions of common objects and creatures to beautifully rendered landscapes painted in fine detail on their glass sides
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>every piece was organized and tagged meticulously throughout the showroom
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>almost felt like walking through a museum exhibition and i suppose it was in its own way
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>i got a better look at the craftsmare now that i was closer to her desk
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>the orderly worktable was built into a finely crafted hardwood countertop that stretched from one wall of the building to the other serving as a checkout spot further down where her bits register sat
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>made me think of how you could repurpose a place like this into a bar if you really wanted to
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>peach coat, sandy beige mane and she was pretty easy on the eyes too, especially from this angle
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>the owner of the store unknowingly swayed her flanks in my direction she danced in time to the upbeat tune of a record somewhere out of sight while she dug through a drawer of things that clattered as she moved her wings through them
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>not wanting to bother her more than checking out the goods she had on display, i kept up my lazy trot towards the window
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>a ling could get lost in a place like this exploring every display
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>but i was on a mission
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>for some reason i felt relived that it was still there in the same spot i saw it though the window
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>as if it would have disappeared in the time i took to get to it
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>humble and squat, the lamp's polished brass base had hollows cut from it like our legs
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>bringing it up in my magic to examine its every detail, i gingerly placed it in my own hooves
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>the first pane of the shade's glass depicted her smiling broadly showing off her long regal fangs
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>the next side was lovingly painted with a portrait of her laughing like someling had just told a joke she hadnt heard before
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>another had her cradling grubs in a warm embrace
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>that was the one that got my attention outside
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>the scene was beautifully rendered and-
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>i felt somepony behind me before my ear tuned to hear them
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>"you need some help there hun'?"
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>even with the extrasensory warning i still jumped at her inquiry, catching the lamp in my magic before it could meet the ceiling
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"ah- yea- i was just browsing, thanks."
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>carefully placing the lamp back in its spot i turned for the exit a few steps away
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>"wait a minute hun'."
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>she said in a soft tone before grabbing my shoulder as i made my first step to escape
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>i couldnt help but buzz my wings in agitation at her touch
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>buzzing ones wings outside of flight, although being an involuntary response to stimuli, was seen as a rude gesture among lings
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>ponies knew what it meant too and saw it the same way
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>"oh shoot, i didnt mean to-"
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>she quickly said, withdrawing her forehoof
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"its fine, i have someling waiting on me."
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>i said as i swiftly made my exit not wanting to prolong the exchange
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>but i still caught a glimpse of the frown on her muzzle before i turned to leave
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>i wished i hadnt
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>back in the crisp air with a shiver i closed my eyes with a deep breath to try and bring myself down
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>"where yall goin in such a rush there?"
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>i jumped with far less of a start than a couple seconds ago but i was happy that i didnt have to worry about having my hooves full this time
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>though it still took some willpower to not yelp and sky rocket through the wooden awning above me
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>"look like yall seen a ghost."
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>he drawled
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>and then my heart sank when i saw who it was
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"afternoon, sheriff silver star."
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>i could taste the pride that wafted off him on the air and it was like i could feel the smug grin i couldnt see behind his oversized moustache
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>"howdy there yourself, bug."
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>he said with that same smug aura and a tip of his ridiculously sized cowboy hat, felt like that hat got bigger every time i saw him
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>"what brings yall 'round these parts?"
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>"nothin malicious i hope."
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>always thought pride was a nasty tasting emotion, especially hanging in the air this heavy
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>it stuck around on your tongue like a heavy waxy film, some lings liked its flavor though
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"just passing through doing some shopping, sir."
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>the brown earth pony stallion looked me up and down before continuing
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>"yall mind i see some identification?"
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>i groaned internally as i silently produced my papers for him to take as he sat on the boardwalk
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>with the small book opened in his hooves he tuned the pages with his mustached snout, taking his sweet time looking over everything
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>"yall livin permanently down in bugville?"
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"yesir."
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>he nodded slowly before lazily flipping between the three pages in the booklet once more as if him going through them again would produce more pages
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>"and your name?"
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>he asked plainly
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"chelicerae."
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>"mmhmmmm..."
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>was all he intoned as if there was some deeper understanding to be found in the revelation that i was who i said i was
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>not that he had any real way of telling for sure, he'd have to be a unicorn to do that
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>"feel like i heard that name before."
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>he said with a laugh before shutting the booklet between his hooves
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>"but i was never good at rememberin them funny names yall bugs got."
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>his drawl lingered on that word longer than it needed to every time he said it
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>bugs
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>it made my chitin crawl in the way that only baring my fangs could remedy
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>but i kept my cool and took my papers when he offered them back
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>i didnt even curl my lip at him when he gave me that smug grin
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>not even a little
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>"i suppose thats all i needed for now."
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>he turned away from me to the main street as he continued
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>"just remember to keep that cracked nose of yours clean while yall are round these parts, bug."
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>"hate for there to be a missunderstandin between us."
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>stepping off into the street he shouted to a pony across the way and disappeared into the background once more not waiting for me to respond
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>i wasnt going to give him the satisfaction of hearing my wings
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>after taking another deep breath and letting it go i sauntered down the boardwalk to pink
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>i couldnt help but daydream
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>thinking of how i would drain the little love left in that pony's heart and leave him a husk in an alley if i had the chance
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>maybe even replace him and go on a crime spree with his face and badge
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>but i was better than that
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>plus i was never trained in infiltration
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>pink was though
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>and speaking of pink, sure enough she was there in the same spot
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>she had an apple in her magic now though
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>i stood beside her and joined in on the produce examination looking over the offerings of the now sweating produce pony standing there trying to maintain his crumbling confidence in the perceived quality of his own goods
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>her tongue flicked at the air before she spoke
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>"stars, whats got you so worked up?"
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>she said in her favorite posh accent as she spun the apple in the air one last time before placing it back with its siblings
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>unimpressed, half lidded pink eyes stared back at me as i looked to her
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"it was just a mare."
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by shAnon
by shAnon
by shAnon
by shAnon
by shAnon