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Post by laserbolt on May 13, 2014 0:34:03 GMT
He smiled. "It's a neat trick, huh? Never really came in handy before, except... to light torches or lanterns and junk. Never thought I'd actually help anyone with this. Guess school does teach ya something."
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Post by Teal Turken on May 13, 2014 0:37:59 GMT
I don't use fire often...it's bad for trees.
She looks up at Laserbolt. What is school?
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Post by laserbolt on May 13, 2014 0:41:02 GMT
Laserbolt's eyes widened a bit, and the flame shrank a bit, then went back to full size. He grinned, regaining his composure. "It's a place where ponies go to learn about what they need to know in the world. I went to a very prestigious school for unicorns, so I learned mostly about magic. So, you must be some sort of fey, if you were born in a tree."
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Post by Teal Turken on May 13, 2014 0:42:24 GMT
If that's what you want to call me, I guess. I consider myself a pony, despite my size.
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Post by laserbolt on May 13, 2014 1:42:44 GMT
Laserbolt shrugged. "Then you're a pony, I suppose. Far be it from me to label you." He heard Moonlight clear her throat from their seats. "Listen, I'll be right over there, if you need anything, alright? See ya." He turned, pulling out a small handkercheif, and handing it to Sanny, then walked back to his seat.
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Post by Teal Turken on May 13, 2014 1:44:49 GMT
Sanny watches him return to his seat. She looks to the handkerchief and crawls to it, wrapping herself in it and shivering. She doesn't know it, but she's hypothermic.
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Post by Blue on May 13, 2014 5:05:49 GMT
For the time Laserbolt talked with Sanny, Blue remained silent. After Sanny wrapped herself into the handkerchief and started shivered Blue eyed her with a worried look. "Might i take a look at you?" she asked. "Don't worry, i'm a doctor... well, will be soon." She smiled.
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Post by Teal Turken on May 13, 2014 6:27:00 GMT
Sanny takes a look at Blue. She's given her food and something to dry her off with, plus she smiles nicely, so she accepts her offer.
O-o-okay. she nods. G-g-go ahead.
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Post by Blue on May 13, 2014 9:30:57 GMT
Blue gently picked the mini pony up with her hooves, keeping her in the handkerchief. "Oh, you're cold." She said as she felt the coolness of Sanny's body. Blue reached for her saddlebag again, shuffling in it for a while with one hoof, while holding Sanny up with her other hoof. Soon enough Blue pulled a red scarf with orange stripes. She gently wrapped the scarf around Sanny and held her close to her chest, so that her own body heat can warm the little thing. "Is this better now? Might take a little for my body to warm you." She said with care.
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Post by Teal Turken on May 13, 2014 16:39:57 GMT
There was a blush on her face, she felt a little shy about being handled like this. She didn't hate it though, she actually kinda liked it.
Smiling up at Blue, she sighs comfortably. It's better, thank you.
Sanny half buries her face in Blue's fur.
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Post by Blue on May 13, 2014 17:10:56 GMT
"That's good." Blue smiled and blushed a little herself, she could help but snuggle a little with the tiny thing. "I didn't catch your name. Mine's Blue Star, what's yours?" She asked politely.
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Post by Teal Turken on May 13, 2014 17:12:46 GMT
Mmm? Blue Star? she lifts her head a little. Mine's is Sanny.
She tugs a little at the scarf to cover her cold ears.
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Post by Blue on May 13, 2014 17:24:21 GMT
"That's a cute name. And you can call me Blue, everypony does." She closed her eyes and cuddled with Sanny a bit more. "You're just so adorable, bet ponies want to hug you all the time." she giggled a bit.
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Post by Teal Turken on May 13, 2014 17:31:10 GMT
Sanny blushes a little more.
Maybe they would. she wonders out loud. um...I'm still kind of hungry.
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Post by Blue on May 13, 2014 17:44:53 GMT
"Want another cookie? Or i can buy you something, but i doubt that there will be any actual food in here other than sweets." Blue suggested and used her unicorn telekinesis to levitate the box of cookies to herself, tilting it to see how many there are left.
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