SfWYA, chapter 8 Truth be Told Zwap! "Ow! Careful." Violet said, undoing herself from the dancing ribbon that had just hit her in the face. "Lo sentimos, senorita!" The young llama said, going rather red in the face. The one thing that Threndale was famous for besides French horn playing was the llamish families that lived there, most of which were Hispanic, and at the last minute Vanilla had decided to ask a particular family with daughters that could ribbon dance to participate in the welcoming party preparations. She wasn't sure if she would use them or not, but she wanted them to be ready just in case. Vanilla was certainly doing better, partially because of Bluebell's strange cooperation, but also because it was looking like everything really would be alright. But nevertheless she had a lingering twang of fear that something was not as it should be, and it kept her in a bit of a frenzy, checking everything over and over again. Violet was trying to think of something to say to the llama to calm her,
SfWYA, chapter 7 the day approaches Tensed with fright, Vanilla awoke. The scene faded, and for a moment all she could see were patterns of glowing orange lines. After a few seconds she finally became fully aware of where she was. It had been a nightmare (I may assure thew reader that Princess Luna was not responsible, nor had anything to do with it, nor would have been without compassion had she known about it). It was the hour of the princess'es arrival, and somehow all the preparation work she had done was on fire, and it looked like she was responsible. Trying to find a solution, she was startled by a bang as the doors behind her opened. She knew it was the princess. She thought she had more time than that. It was when she heard the bang that she had awakened. What if somthing like that did happen? What would the princess do? What if more than just the preparations were desteoyed? Iw was a bad fright, and her mind kept going in circles over the prospect of "what if" until she finally went back to sleep.
A Visitor, part 2 settling inIgniandra was in Twilight's castle library. Twilight had left with Spike a while ago to talk to the mayor about possibly adjusting the weather patterns until the effects of the magic storm the other day had been dealt with, and had left Igniandra with instructions to “behave.” Naturally, Igniandra began exploring the castle. After that was finished and she knew where everything was she went back to the part that had interested her the most: the library. There were quite a few books there that even she did not have in her collection. She read one of these (it was a book on cat communication) for a while, but was quite finished for the time being before Twilight had come back. She thought for a minute, and decided it would not be violating Twilight's command to leave the castle, and did so. It felt a bit strange being able to walk undisguised right through the town, as she was used to winding around behind barrels, crates, shop stands, or whatever cover she could find. It rem
SfWYA chapter 6 Further Introductions "Are you almost done?" Twilight was getting tired of just sitting here waiting for Igniandra to finish her mane. "Yes, and I haven't taken that long. This perm spell is hard!" Just then Vanilla Flintsword called from outside. "Are you almost finished? It's been twenty minutes!" Neither of the two was sure which of their cases had just been rested. They both laughed. Igniandra yelled back "yes," and then said "there! Finished. Alright, Bluebell, let's get out there." They left the bathroom to find Vanilla waiting outside and looking impatient. "Well, you certainly took your time! Now can we get this filled out, or do you need to get a face-lift first?" Bluebell sighed. "I'm sorry. I should've..." Vanilla interrupted her. "It doesn't matter now, just answer the questions. First, do you intend to stay on until the ambassador arrives?" Bluebell thought a minute, then said "I intend to stay on until the date when she was scheduled to arrive. Beyond that..." Vanilla interrupted.
SfWYA chapter 5 All is Not Lost Twilight could hardly believe herself as she remembered who that voice belonged to. She slowly got up, and looked in the direction of who had spoken. Sure enough, with blue/purple scales and F-cleft antlers, there the dragon sat on the far side of the stage, having just finished polishing the bowl of the next French horn. "Igniandra? What are you doing here?" Twilight stared in disbelief. "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm polishing French horns for the arrival of Miss Royal Ambassador. But I'm afraid the town's preparations weren't quite conceived so as to fit this." Igniandra motioned to Twilight's dirty form. Twilight, meanwhile, felt twisted. She could clearly tell that Igniandra was suspicious, or angry, or some combination of the two. A blonde unicorn with a Katherine Hepburn manestyle and very light orange skin set down her French horn and walked over to Twilight, putting her hoof around her. "Let me guess. You just got your first dose of the new and improved Va
SfWYA, chapter 4 From Chore to Enemy Squeak, screech, squeak, went the polishing cloth. Back and forth went the distorted reflection of Igniandra's foreleg. Squirm and stretch went her face as she made faces in conjunction with her polishing motion. She managed to make it look as if moving the cloth over her face brought it from almost normal size to ridiculously inflated and wanting to eat the cloth just about the time Vanilla Flintsword noticed. "Stop being careless! I don't want a bunch of dragon saliva getting smeared all over that French horn." Having said this, she turned to leave. Igniandra immediately stopped making faces at her reflection. She made them at Vanilla's turned back instead. Violet had been watching the whole time, and at one particularly absurd set of faces, she let out the tiniest snigger. Like a hawk Vanilla swung round and shot her steel eyes at... the rather normal looking Igniandra (if Igniandra could be called normal). She noticed Violet out of the corner of her eye, and gave
Seen for Who You Are, Chapter 3 As the journey wore on over the next few days, Twilight became more and more frustrated as, in conjunction with stops, more and more passengers were stunned by her presence (popularity = some constant * distance from Ponyville). At one point she almost said "my royal bohuncus is just fine with the room it has" when, in the club car, a pony was just giving up their half of the seat for her. It was almost as bad as the time when Celestia had sent her two GGG tickets. That reminded her. What did she ever do with the second ticket? When Celestia had finally discovered her mistake, she had sent a total of six extra tickets (one for everypony plus Spike), thus leaving the one extra. She thought for a moment, then realized that, as bizarre as it seemed, it quite possibly could still be in the bottom of her satchel. She dug through her pens, notebooks, blank reference cards, and other librarian/literature teacher related monasery, right down to the bottom. There, sure enough, was