March 5, 2026
Category: Lore
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"Would you rather... Eat a bowl of fire ants, or a bowl of bees?" Asks Cocoa Malt to the group, her creme main glowing in the light of the bonfire the ponies surround.
"Bees! They probably taste better." Responds Winter'Swatch, the little one roasting a marshmallow over the blaze of the flames before her.
"And if they sting your insides?" Ponders Watermelon Blast, a young lad.
"Wouldn't the fire ants do that too?" Questions Fruit Fribble, playing a Gamecolt Advance and lounging back in a chair - Final Fantasy Tactics, a true pinnacle of Gamecolt gaming.
"Gimme a marshmallow." Set Sail tells the pony to her right, Cocoa.
"They wouldn't sting, they'd bite." Says Winter. She nods to herself.
"But! What kind of bees are we talking about?" Asks Vivid Tale.
"Honeybees!" Shouts Aerosol Stain.
"GIANT bees!" Adds Winter.
"My marshmallow's on fire!" Complains Salvia Silverwood.
"I don't want to eat honeybees! They're so adorable. And fuzzy!" Interjects Aerosol Stain.
"My stick broke!" Watermelon Blast complains.
"I'd rather eat the ants, honestly. We need the bees!" Says Fruit Fribble.
"I'm allergic to bees." Winter says.
"I'm allergic to YOU." Exclaims Torch towards the unicorn filly.
"I thought I was non-allergenic!!" Shouts Winter.
"..."
"Would you rather drink pond scum water, or eat mud?" Cocoa Malt continues the game.
"I'd rather eat NOTHING!" Claims Winter.
"That's not an option!" Silver Belle huffs.
"I'd rather eat your marshmallow." Misty Riverside nudges Cocoa Malt, suavely trying to steal her marshmallow-on-a-stick.
"One time I ate a bunch of mud. I almost died." Says Watermelon Blast.
"How old were you??" Asks Vivid Tale.
"Thirteen." He admits shyly.
"..."
"..."
"You're a dummy." Says Winter.
"Not anymore! I'm 17 now." Says the young stallion.
"Sure." Winter says.
"..."
"Give me that stick, I'm gonna poke you in the eye with it." Deadpans Lockheart.
"What for???" Raises Torch.
"You're looking at me all funny-like." Says Lockheart.
"I'm hungry and you have THREE marshmallows on your stick!" Argues Torch.
"Don't be greedy, share your mallows!" Adds Winter.
"Share them!" Torch demands.
"I'm going to assault you." Lockheart states.
"I'll show you what-for!" Torch gets into a fighting stance.
"Get over here!" Lockheart shouts, before launching herself at the little red Pegasus.
"Ack! Get off of me!" Screeches Torch as they fight.
"Stop it, you two!" Says Vivid Tale, trying to tear the two of them apart.
"MY MARSHMALLOW JUST FELL INTO THE FIRE, MAMA!" Winter screeches louder than Torch.
"..."
"..."
"Would you rather--..?" Watermelon Blast goes on.
Feel free to join the conversation.
"Winter! Did you just puke??" Questions her mother, a slight growl to her stern tone.
"I don't like avocados, mama!" Replies Winter, the filly refusing to make eye contact with her mother, a lithe ba... View More"Winter! Did you just puke??" Questions her mother, a slight growl to her stern tone.
"I don't like avocados, mama!" Replies Winter, the filly refusing to make eye contact with her mother, a lithe bat mare, gray of coat and silver of mane, piercing blue eyes interrogating her daughter. "They taste yucky, and they're SLIMY! I am NOT eating slime." Protests Winter.
"I don't care! You have to eat SOMETHING!" Says Silver Belle, grabbing an orange from a bowl of fruit. "Eat! You'll get scurvy if you don't eat these fruits!"
"Scurvy shmurvy, my immune system is superior to the average pony."
"You little rascal! Don't make me make you a smoothie. I'll do it, I'm serious! And it'll have greens in it!!" Threatens Silver Belle.
Winter gasps. "What! You wouldn't DARE, mama! The GALL of you to even SUGGEST such a thing!" She can't help but smile, laughing at the threat of being given proper nutrition this morning.
"I'm gonna do it. I'm doing it!" Declares Silver, grabbing up some more fruit from the bowl on the counter.
"Commence the smoothening!!" Shouts Winter, jumping onto the counter where the fruit lay.
"And thus, the smoothening commences." Announces Silver Belle, pulling the blender out of the cupboards below the counter and grabbing the fruity ingredients.
"That's right, miss. Make that smoothie. Make it real good. And NO AVOCADO!" Shouts Winter.
"Right away, m'lord." Says Silver.
"Thank you, mama." #rp
"TIMBEEERR!!" Cries an earth pony, brown of coat and green of mane, a wintery coating of white upon the upper parts of her mane and tail. The shout and the sound of the lumber giving way repels the th... View More"TIMBEEERR!!" Cries an earth pony, brown of coat and green of mane, a wintery coating of white upon the upper parts of her mane and tail. The shout and the sound of the lumber giving way repels the three ponies from the falling oak. The crack precipitates the rustling rush of foliage meeting foliage, a thundering boom as the tree connects with the ground, or as close as it can get given that it leans against some other oaken emplacements of these woods.
"Wood! Wood! Wood!" chants one of the ponies, a young lad of light red coat and green mane - a blue scarf thrown around his withers - earning a bout of laughter from his friend nearby.
"Wood! Wood! Wood!" His friend joins in - a young earth mare, brown of coat and red of mane, jumps on top of the fallen tree and, travelling a short ways across its fallen surface, balances upon it.
"King of the Forest! King of the Forest!" Says the young lad, cheering on his friend performing an impromptu balancing act.
"Woohooooo!" Exclaims the first mare, doing a little dance before hopping upon the tree herself to celebrate.
"Get back to work, ya ninnies!" A child appears before the three, having been watching from a safe distance as the woodsmares work.
"Go get breakfast! Now, Winter!" The light red young stallion commands the filly, a little lady of dark blue-gray coat and snow white mane and tail. She wears a slightly oversized poncho of wine red, eyes a vibrant winter blue.
"I already ate! Lemme help cut the trees." She demands, leaping upon the fallen tree to join the two.
"Winter, get down! Don't you dare climb any higher."
"Your fat flanks are in the way! Let me climb to the top of the tree, peasant." Winter orders her so-called subordinates, but the two already on the tree simply shoo her away.
"Get breakfast!" The young lad commands again, and with a huff, Winter leaves.
"Back to work!" She shouts as she exits.
"Ninnies!" #rp
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