Sirius Cabin's Sirius Campfire, Saturday morning

[cheminthehead]

Gladys had spent another night watching the stars. She wasn't sure when it had happened, but... "Why Am I A Pony?"

She was, indeed, a pony, and a rather perplexed pony, at that.

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[tatooine_doofus]

It had taken Luke a while to figure out how to get out of Ursa Major (he'd never missed his thumbs so much), but he went trotting towards the first group of...other little ponies...he saw.

"Oh, good, it's not just me. What the hell?" he whined. "Why do I have a lightsaber tattooed on my butt?"

[remember5th]

"I've got a bomb on mine. A cartoony one," Evey whined back. "They don't really look like this. Hi, Luke."

That one was pretty easy to figure out. What with the whining and all.

[tatooine_doofus]

"Hi...Evey?" he guessed. "This is ridiculous," he said, stomping a wee hoof and turning in a circle to stare at his hindquarters again. "I don't have anything else back there, right? Other than a tail."

[remember5th]

"Doesn't look like it. Your...mane is very pretty," Evey said, and giggled. In a ponyish way.

[tatooine_doofus]

"It's so fluffy," Luke said, tossing it. "It's creepy. I feel like some giant nine-year-old girl is going to come stomping up and put ribbons in it or something."

[remember5th]

"Don't tempt fate," Evey said, glaring a terrifying pony glare.

[tatooine_doofus]

"Sorry," Luke said, looking abashed. He tilted his head up to the sky. "Please don't send giant little girls!" he yelled.

Because that would help.

[remember5th]

"And if you do," Evey yelled up at the sky, "remember that his mane is much prettier than mine!"

There.

[tatooine_doofus]

"Oh, very helpful," he said, glaring as his pretty, pretty mane fell into his eyes.

[remember5th]

"When I was seven or so, I would have much rather had a pretty pony like you than a scary pony like me," she assured him. "There, there."

[tatooine_doofus]

"You're not scary!" Luke said. "You're very cute! For a pony!"

Luke failed at compliments.

[remember5th]

"Just what I've always wanted to hear," Evey said dryly. "Oh, Karal better come back soon, or my heart will belong to you, sweet Luke. Catch me, or I may swoon. Or I would, if I knew how ponies managed to lie down."

[tatooine_doofus]

Luke discovered a nice thing about being a pony: being dark gray meant it was hard to tell when he was blushing.

"Sorry," he mumbled, shuffling a hoof on the ground.

[remember5th]

Evey softened a little. "Sorry. I'm a little irritable about waking up with hooves, it turns out. Rounds out a perfect few weeks. At least this is funnier, anyway."

[tatooine_doofus]

Luke gave her a small smile. "We'll take holos for Karal to see when he returns," he said. "Or someone with thumbs will."

[remember5th]

Evey set her jaw a little, trying to clear her throat only to have it come out as a whinny. "Yes, well. That's probably not necessary, though I expect your little robot will be filming us."