Friendship Letters

This new land, oh, the potential it bore. Untouched by civilization. Wolfbane was eager to find newfound discoveries. Even went out of his way to purchase equipment, some vital, others not so much. Along the travels afar. His caravan of tools and gizmos alike, from Canterlot to the brink of the desert. A nod and off he goes, digging away into the hours of dawn even at the peak of the sun ablaze in the sky. It was no particular 'what' he would find. It was the curiosity getting the better of his ...

9:35 P.M, Ponyville Rec Center Ice Hockey Rink. 4th Quarter, 1 minute on the clock. The score is 3-3. Glint Goldensnaps glides up to the central face off circle. His teammates at his sides, and back. The cheering of the crowd is nearly deafening in his ears. Of the 3 home games the team has played since their season started, he's never seen the stands full like this before. Up until this game, Ponyville High School hasn't really given two craps about their hockey team. It makes sense though. ...

The weather was tumultuous; no need to work in the freezing wind, pulling a trolley of rocks from the excavation site back to Canterlot. A contentful swoon, cemented in the sea of pillows and blanket fur pelts as the stallion began to write in its journal. Hunkered down in the back of his carriage, the fire pit crackling close by. "Never been a stallion to gamble. But you can say, the gods pulled in my favor. I was on vacation in Baltimare, no real reason behind it. After coming back from that ...

Rusty sits within the garage of his mechanic's shop. Around him, 10 other stallions sit, or stand while engaged in a fairly heated conversation. After weeks of laying low, they set back out to putting up posters, and spraying graffiti around town last week. Sure enough, two days ago, someone took down all the posters they put up   "Is that 'Woke Warrior' such a no-life that he's just looking for our work every night?!" Copper Coil, a local electrician rants, throwing his hands into the air. "Or...