These past few weeks at school have not been terribly easy for Albus; in fact, at times they've been downright miserableIt seems like everywhere he goes, he always happens to spot the white-blond haired boy with his long fingers and pointed nose, his easy smile and friendly eyes ( Read more... )

Twilight Sparkle is not lost.

Really, how could she be lost? She's traveled the path from Ponyville to Zecora's house dozens of times now. She knows it like the back of her hoof.

Sure, she left the path a few minutes ago while fleeing from that massive swarm of bees. Sure, she might have gotten a bit disoriented in the process of said fleeing. ( Read more... )

There is a Pomona in a bar.

There is a Pomona on a couch in a bar.

There is a Pomona curled up on a couch with a mug of gods' milk (otherwise known as chocolate milk), watching the fishes swim around in the fire, in a bar.

Sam Linnfer has draped himself along a tree branch overhanging the lake to brood like Jack Harkness deprived of a rooftop enjoy the spring sunshine.

He is not emo at all, and you are a lying liar if you suggest otherwise. Hush.

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Molly Hayes has also found a high spot, but indoors - the weather outside is still too cold for this California baby ( Read more... )

So there is pretty much only one thing that makes Dug happy. And that is - well, okay, two things.

Three.

Four. No, five. Six. Seven - and you know what, it's probably easier to say that there aren't a lot of things that don't make him happy. But high up on that list is food, especially food he doesn't have to do anything except for a little begging ( Read more... )

After thisThere are a few trees scattered in a certain paddock. They're old, or at least the good old Milliways approximation thereof; big, spreading oak trees, wide and gnarled ( Read more... )

There is a kitten, stretched out neatly on the bartop. The Lady Bar requested that she take Happy Hour this day, and she was not so rude as to decline. The Specials Board is- as usual- occupied with a rather lovely drawing of the lake outside, rather than any sort of specials. (It is special, you see, and also she does not quite understand writing ( Read more... )

Sam Linnfer and Cal Chandler are on a sofa by the fireplace, taking up less of it than you might think; they're sitting comfortably close, leaning together, with Cal slouched down to accommodate Sam's much smaller frame. (Either Cal is too tall or Sam is too short. It really depends on who you ask ( Read more... )

Medusa had been wearing the boots anyway. Knee-high, red with black and gold, and she is fairly fond of them. The dress...had been different. Black, to just above her knees. Now, it being Mardi Gras, the dress is red, and much shorter ( Read more... )

{OOM: Meanwhile, back on the farm...}The door opens with the tangy scent of apples, letting through a goddess ( Read more... )