Friendship Letters

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...

Rusty's Fix-er-Up is a reputable mechanic shop in Ponyville. Owned, and operated by an older gentleman who customers only know as "Rusty", the shop is considered one of the best in town. Rusty is knowledgeable, quick, earnest, and all around, a great guy! He'll fix your car up quick, and only do what needs to be done! None of that snake oil crap about needing a new alignment screw, or stuff like that! He's an honest, fair, and kind business owner, who really cares about his customers! At least, ...

 Adeena's presence wanes and fades, she lets herself go and reform then solidify again. The curse binds her to one world, yet her soul belongs to so many more. It's in her memories, you see, not just as Adeena but as every incarnation of Despair; Name that she takes for herself as both title and calling. And Hope was always there too. Sometimes Justice, sometimes Knowledge, but always Hope.   Except for this time. There's a stallion sleeping on the couch, earbuds on and his back to the rest o...