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
Seen for Who You Are, chapter 2 "Dearest Twilight, it has come to my attention that a certain village in the northern territories (under the name Threndale), because of its relative isolation, has, over the years, become almost completely foreign to current Equestrian laws and events. To give you an idea as to the scope of this deficiency, I think I need only mention that I first became aware of the situation when, upon mentioning Princess Luna in a letter to the mayor of said village, I received word that I had initiated a panic and preparations for a war of some sort. Further attempts to remove the misunderstanding by mail were pacifying, but overall insufficient. My instructions to you are simple: upon my provision (which should be ready by the fourth of next month), you will travel to Threndale, and bring them to a more informed status. Sincerely, Princess Celestia."Twilight finished the letter, noting that the contacts (which she had just put in) seemed to be working. She had yawned once, but that
Seen for Who You Are, chapter 1 The Story Begins Twilight Sparkle was in her castle reading a legal document, and for once in her life she felt hostility toward reading (who else would I start the story with? Discord? Maybe I'll do that next time). The reason why was some "it's not fair" group combined with a few bureaucrats and one or two bozos who had brought dragons home with them and caused huge collateral damage all meant that she was now considering the approval of various dragon licensing law suggestions (she having apt experience, and being directly referenced in the "it's not fair"-ers law suit anyway). The problem was that this meant a ton of reading work to come to the conclusion she was fairly sure she would make: dragons should have the same naturalization laws that foreign pony immigrants had, since they were also personally intelligent. This, of course, would probably mean she would have to go through some hoops with Spike, but worst case scenario it would take about a month. The problem right now was all
This yearThis year, to endIn six minutes flat,Has held many things- and big ones at that.This year is the lastMy birthday's in school.And we took great advantageOf the community pool.This year, Donald TrumpHas made a decisionto respect Jerusalem(which is threatened with fission).As we come to the endOf twenty seventeen,we must keep our prayers- our best fighting skills -keen.And now it is midnight.The old year as ended.Though I think that my titleShall not be appended.Some of you probably hate meFor this poem's third stanza.But I'm asking you nownot to throw me bananza. (meaning bullets in old western style)Two minutes in the year,And my battery's dying.So to to you, God be with you!And now I'm goodbye-ing.