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Prompt 2: Ah! There are hares everywhere, and they're... dropping colored eggs around Dream Valley? Seems like Spira wants to have an egg hunt and has asked the local population to help! Describe an experience finding one of these colorful eggs!
Fairy Ring had woken up as usual, made themselves a nice cup of tea, and wandered their way to the cabinet to fill Hop and Pop's food bowls for the morning when, suddenly, their antennae picked up on a flurry of movement outside their door. They left the food on the floor and squinted out the window, just in time to catch Hop and Pop hurrying across the yard. It wasn't like their hares to get all rustled up like that! Had something strange gotten into the yard? Normally they'd come right back in the house and alert Fairy Ring if something was wrong, so what could be so interesting that they'd follow it?
"Hop, Pop! What's the trouble?" They called, trotting cautiously out the back door and half-way across the yard. The pair of hares turned their heads away from the bush they'd been staring at and started hopping up and down excitedly. Whatever they'd been looking at must still be in the bush... Oh dear. They dreaded encountering something vicious this early in the morning. However, if it was a rabid animal it surely would have gone for their buns by now. Not that they wanted something like that to happen, certainly not!
They frowned at the thought as they closed the distance and, after paying each hare a glance, they cautiously stuck their face in the bush. Instead of being met with the tiny clawing hands of a raccoon in defense of it's hiding spot, they found... A colored egg? They tilted their head and nudged the egg out with their nose until it was out in the sunlight. Strange. This was obviously someone's creation, not a naturally colored egg, and smelled strongly of vinegar. Still, why here and in their yard?
A swift poke to the side of their leg drew their attention down to Pop who was eagerly pointing their ear toward the rest of the yard. Raising their eyes, Fairy Ring caught the glimpse of a hare they didn't recognize disappearing into a bush, another painted egg left right where they had been standing. Oh! Was this some kind of game? Fairy Ring blinked and trotted straight over to the second egg, observing it's stripes and colors, then Hop poked them and the same scene repeated. Poke, mystery hare dropped an egg somewhere else in the yard, and Fairy Ring chased to observe it.
Eventually, they'd followed and gathered around 10 eggs before they had the thought to check the date back in the house. Sure enough, they'd forgotten all about the spring egg hunt that was supposed to happen this year! How silly! Honestly, you'd think they would've connected the dots before then, but never the matter! After feeding Hop and Pop, they decided to grab a basket and head out to gather the eggs they'd already found. Maybe the hare that stopped by their yard would like to join them for afternoon tea later on. The eggs didn't seem too old to make egg salad sandwiches with!
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Fairy Ring had woken up as usual, made themselves a nice cup of tea, and wandered their way to the cabinet to fill Hop and Pop's food bowls for the morning when, suddenly, their antennae picked up on a flurry of movement outside their door. They left the food on the floor and squinted out the window, just in time to catch Hop and Pop hurrying across the yard. It wasn't like their hares to get all rustled up like that! Had something strange gotten into the yard? Normally they'd come right back in the house and alert Fairy Ring if something was wrong, so what could be so interesting that they'd follow it?
"Hop, Pop! What's the trouble?" They called, trotting cautiously out the back door and half-way across the yard. The pair of hares turned their heads away from the bush they'd been staring at and started hopping up and down excitedly. Whatever they'd been looking at must still be in the bush... Oh dear. They dreaded encountering something vicious this early in the morning. However, if it was a rabid animal it surely would have gone for their buns by now. Not that they wanted something like that to happen, certainly not!
They frowned at the thought as they closed the distance and, after paying each hare a glance, they cautiously stuck their face in the bush. Instead of being met with the tiny clawing hands of a raccoon in defense of it's hiding spot, they found... A colored egg? They tilted their head and nudged the egg out with their nose until it was out in the sunlight. Strange. This was obviously someone's creation, not a naturally colored egg, and smelled strongly of vinegar. Still, why here and in their yard?
A swift poke to the side of their leg drew their attention down to Pop who was eagerly pointing their ear toward the rest of the yard. Raising their eyes, Fairy Ring caught the glimpse of a hare they didn't recognize disappearing into a bush, another painted egg left right where they had been standing. Oh! Was this some kind of game? Fairy Ring blinked and trotted straight over to the second egg, observing it's stripes and colors, then Hop poked them and the same scene repeated. Poke, mystery hare dropped an egg somewhere else in the yard, and Fairy Ring chased to observe it.
Eventually, they'd followed and gathered around 10 eggs before they had the thought to check the date back in the house. Sure enough, they'd forgotten all about the spring egg hunt that was supposed to happen this year! How silly! Honestly, you'd think they would've connected the dots before then, but never the matter! After feeding Hop and Pop, they decided to grab a basket and head out to gather the eggs they'd already found. Maybe the hare that stopped by their yard would like to join them for afternoon tea later on. The eggs didn't seem too old to make egg salad sandwiches with!
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Prompt 1: Spring is finally here! Well, for a corner of Everchange it's always spring, it always is, but Dream Valley goes through all the seasons, and spring has sprung!
Ponies everywhere are celebrating it in various ways. How does your pony celebrate it?
Springtime in the cemetery had a different feel than the orphanage that Buttercup grew up in. First of all, she rarely got to experience much of the daylight hours before she came here, the directors had been cautious with her specifically and kept her inside during the day as much as possible due to misinformation, so she relied mostly on her early childhood memories for what the outside world looked and felt like during the day as she got "older." Second of all, the cemetery really wasn't a place were life... Came around as often. Yes, the grass still grew and little flowers popped up in certain places or around graves, but they weren't big or showy, more like little buttercups or foal's breath. The biggest floral attraction that the cemetery had were a set of wisteria trees that curled themselves around a mausoleum toward the upper west side of the cemetery. They'd been planted there years before her father moved there by a family that grew different varieties of them and the structure itself only held one or two members of that family to date. She'd gone in a couple times already, to dust and maintain watch over the structure's integrity, and add new things that the family requested. It looked peaceful enough. The windows did show a lovely view of the wisteria outside during a full moon... Not that the residents could see them.
These days she struggled to remember the daytime flowers of her earliest memories more and more. It was more of a flash now. A breeze of a rose, the laugh of a mother she couldn't quite picture, the sound of hooves clomping down in a dance around a pole, ribbons and petals swirling in the air. Were they pink? White? A bit of both? She couldn't quite make it clear, and that thought bothered her. She knew that something had happened to separate them. Something had made her a vampire and put this bracelet around her ankle... But if that had happened before or after these fleeting memories was a mystery to her.
Regardless, she lived here now. Amongst the many rows of headstones and crypts, she could still smell and tend to many kinds of flowers, and enjoy spring under the twinkling stars. The bouquets and fresh plucked flowers that other ponies left during the daytime were beautiful and made her smile, even though they were left there because someone beloved had passed. It made her wonder if the family she had before this life, if any, had a grave somewhere with just as much love and care attending them. What kind of flowers did they have laid down in front of them? Did the cemetery attendant know to cut the grass, remove dead flowers, and clean the stones like she and her father did? Who was looking after them? Anybody? Were they even dead and buried at all?
Nightshade had been supportive and sympathetic of her doing research into her origins. However, She'd like to think that maybe, one day, she'd stumble across a stone out here, recognize and remember everything in a flash, and find out that it was her hooves all along doing the spring cleaning for her long-lost family. A fairytale dream, perhaps, but she was still a kid, and kid could dream.
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Ponies everywhere are celebrating it in various ways. How does your pony celebrate it?
Springtime in the cemetery had a different feel than the orphanage that Buttercup grew up in. First of all, she rarely got to experience much of the daylight hours before she came here, the directors had been cautious with her specifically and kept her inside during the day as much as possible due to misinformation, so she relied mostly on her early childhood memories for what the outside world looked and felt like during the day as she got "older." Second of all, the cemetery really wasn't a place were life... Came around as often. Yes, the grass still grew and little flowers popped up in certain places or around graves, but they weren't big or showy, more like little buttercups or foal's breath. The biggest floral attraction that the cemetery had were a set of wisteria trees that curled themselves around a mausoleum toward the upper west side of the cemetery. They'd been planted there years before her father moved there by a family that grew different varieties of them and the structure itself only held one or two members of that family to date. She'd gone in a couple times already, to dust and maintain watch over the structure's integrity, and add new things that the family requested. It looked peaceful enough. The windows did show a lovely view of the wisteria outside during a full moon... Not that the residents could see them.
These days she struggled to remember the daytime flowers of her earliest memories more and more. It was more of a flash now. A breeze of a rose, the laugh of a mother she couldn't quite picture, the sound of hooves clomping down in a dance around a pole, ribbons and petals swirling in the air. Were they pink? White? A bit of both? She couldn't quite make it clear, and that thought bothered her. She knew that something had happened to separate them. Something had made her a vampire and put this bracelet around her ankle... But if that had happened before or after these fleeting memories was a mystery to her.
Regardless, she lived here now. Amongst the many rows of headstones and crypts, she could still smell and tend to many kinds of flowers, and enjoy spring under the twinkling stars. The bouquets and fresh plucked flowers that other ponies left during the daytime were beautiful and made her smile, even though they were left there because someone beloved had passed. It made her wonder if the family she had before this life, if any, had a grave somewhere with just as much love and care attending them. What kind of flowers did they have laid down in front of them? Did the cemetery attendant know to cut the grass, remove dead flowers, and clean the stones like she and her father did? Who was looking after them? Anybody? Were they even dead and buried at all?
Nightshade had been supportive and sympathetic of her doing research into her origins. However, She'd like to think that maybe, one day, she'd stumble across a stone out here, recognize and remember everything in a flash, and find out that it was her hooves all along doing the spring cleaning for her long-lost family. A fairytale dream, perhaps, but she was still a kid, and kid could dream.
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