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Birds of a Feather
By: Breezy Adlark Date: October 19, 2016, 8:27 pm
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Busy.
So busy.
A young, scrawny, wide-eyed gryphon peered around the Canterlot
marketplace in front of her from her place on its outskirts,
emerald gaze skirting from pony to pony as they moved between
stalls and shops. This place was so much different than home, in
everything from the architecture, to the culture, to the way the
ponies handled themselves... It was all fairly overwhelming for
the steely-feathered girl, and it was all she could do to just
stare at it all like a visitor peering in on animals kept in an
enclosure. Her tail slowly swept along the stones behind her,
back and forth, one of her talons picking idly at the cobbled
path beneath her, not even knowing where to start. She had no
friends here, no idea how to read Equestrian, no clue how to
break through the posh demeanors of the ponies surrounding
her...
But still, it was what her mother told her she should do. This
was her home, now. She had to learn to get along with the ponies
here, had to make friends, and get familiar with the city. Which
was much, much easier said than done. Even from above, the
streets were sprawling, twisting... She barely knew how to get
herself back to her house from where she was, much less to
anywhere else in the city. A soft, almost sullen warble escaped
the girl, her tail curling in around her body. She didn't
entirely want to be here, but then, she didn't have much other
choice.
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Re: Birds of a Feather
By: Harmony Courante Date: October 19, 2016, 8:56 pm
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A white mare trotted though the marketplace, clicking her tongue
in a steady rhythm as she made her way to her favorite street
corner. She wore a pair of saddlebags and had a violin case
balanced precariously on her back. She reached the corner and
carefully set the case down. Then she pulled out a small
portable speaker and her iPod from her saddlebags. Plugging it
in to the speaker, she readied her selection before pulling out
her violin. Running her hooves gently along the strings,
listening intently to the whisper they made. She had done it so
many times that she didn’t even fumble, despite her lack of
sight. She reared up on her hind legs and positioned her violin
against her chin, playing a few notes and taking time to tune
the instrument. Finally, she was ready. Making sure her case was
sitting open nearby, ready for any donations, she tapped the
play button on the iPod with her hind hoof. The speaker started
emitting soft music, and Harmony launched into her piece.
HTML https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aHjpOzsQ9YI
HTML https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aHjpOzsQ9YI
A few ponies slowed as she started playing, then fully stopped
to listen. By the middle of her piece, Harmony clicked briefly
to hear that a small crowd had gathered around her. She even
heard a few clinks as bits were tossed into her case. She
couldn’t hold back a smile as she played.
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Re: Birds of a Feather
By: Breezy Adlark Date: October 19, 2016, 9:35 pm
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The defeated gryphon's attention shifted as a pony began setting
up close to her. The mare pulled out some weird box-looking
thing, and an even smaller, flatter box-thingy, as well as a
violin. Confused by the former and curious of the latter, the
gryphon turned slightly to face the pony that was now swaying
the violin's bow across its strings--though a wince played on
her face at the strange, wobbly sounds coming from the weird box
in front of the mare. The performance was a mixed bag for her.
She enjoyed the sounds coming from the violin, but she couldn't
help but notice how the noisy noises from the box distracted
her...
As such, her gaze wandered a bit, almost as if trying to tune it
out. Not quite as easy as she'd hoped, but the pretty buildings
and scenery was enough to at least help her a tiny bit. Her
sweeping gaze eventually caught on to a commotion farther down
the road, up a hill. A couple of young ponies, apparently bored
and looking for ways to keep themselves busy, had taken to
'surfing' down the hill on likely borrowed shields. One of them
narrowly avoided ramming into a pony carrying her cart up the
path--though not without the pony accidentally losing her grip
on the cart. With gravity as its only guide, it began careening
down the hill, faster and faster.
The gryphon jumped up in surprise, and turned to the crowd who
was starting to filter out with the end of the mare's song.
Some, who had also seen the commotion, had begun warning other
ponies as well, causing the crowd to mostly scatter. However,
the mare on the corner... Time seemed to almost slow as the
girl's gaze flicked between the out of control cart and the
performer, before she made her decision. Her wings lifted her up
into the air and towards the mare. Almost like a torpedo, she
dived in Harmony's direction before trying to shove/tackle the
pony to safety. At the same time, she twisted, pulling them both
in a way that the pony would land on top of Breezy as
cushioning... Maybe not pleasant, overall, but better than being
tackled directly to the stones beneath.
A sharp gasp followed the landing as her wing caught between her
and the ground--moments before the cart hit the curb of the
corner Harmony had been performing, ramping up and harmlessly
over the two on the ground before crashing hard on the ground
some few yards away, the wheels breaking loose. Dazed, the
gryphon lay on the stones for the moment, mind still trying to
catch up with everything that had happened.
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Re: Birds of a Feather
By: Harmony Courante Date: October 19, 2016, 10:43 pm
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Harmony began to get more into the music, swaying back and forth
with the beat as she coaxed the notes from the violin. She heard
a couple of calls of alarm, and she clicked as she kept playing.
But too many ponies were moving too quickly, and all she got was
a warbled sense of her surroundings.
She gave out a shriek of surprise when something tackled her,
sending them both flying. A musician to the end, Harmony
desperately curved her body around her precious violin. She
landed forcefully on top of something… soft? She quickly got up,
uninjured, and backed away a few steps. All the while, she
clicked rapidly to find someone in front of her. “Oh my
goodness, are you alright?” She cried out in the direction of…
whoever it was. “What happened? I was just playing, then
something slammed into me! Did I land on you?!”
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Re: Birds of a Feather
By: Breezy Adlark Date: October 19, 2016, 11:20 pm
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After a moment of gathering herself and catching her breath, the
gryphon tried moving the wing that pain was radiating from, only
to wince again as that only made things worse. It didn't seem
like it was broken... Sprained, or jammed maybe, but at least it
wasn't broken. Wincing, she rolled over after the commotion more
or less settled and rose back onto her paws as the mare spoke.
The gryphon blinked at her words, confusion on her face as she
looked over to the cart, then back to the mare.
"Em... Yes. You landed on me, but es... intentional," the girl
said haltingly, as if foreign to the language and still
learning. "Zhis... Cart, vas rollink down zhe hill. Fast. Em, to
you. You vere not knovink, so I pushed avay." The gryphon
inspected the mare a little bit closer, head cocked slightly. "I
am Breezy. You are fine, yes? Are you... not seeink vell?"
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Re: Birds of a Feather
By: Harmony Courante Date: October 20, 2016, 11:44 am
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Harmony listened intently to the explanation, taking note of the
accent. Her ears briefly went back in dismay when she realized
that she had been in danger, and that someone had to save her.
“Oh… I am so sorry… I hope I didn’t injure you,” she said
sincerely, having no idea about Breezy’s wing. “And I’m fine,”
she said, carefully running her hooves over her violin to make
sure the instrument was unharmed as well.
At the second question, Harmony’s brow furrowed in confusion,
before realization washed over her. Her rescuer didn’t realize
she was blind. “No, I don’t see at all,” she explained. “I was
born blind. And my name is Harmony. It’s a pleasure to meet you,
Breezy. Thank you so much for keeping an eye out for me… I don’t
know what would have happened if you hadn’t.”
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Re: Birds of a Feather
By: Breezy Adlark Date: October 20, 2016, 1:55 pm
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"Zhe cart... Eet vould hev... hit, yes?" Breezy asked in the
same halting manner as before, her weight shifting slowly on her
talons. "A... em, how you say... unfort... bad sink. Am glad
you... hev... not beink carted. Ah, but, ees nice to be meetink,
miss Harmony pony." Breezy inspected the mare again, eyes
looking over every inch of her. "I am... apologize, you are not
seeink. Could not see... em... not seeink. Ees very... varm
heartink.
"Your mane es very lovinkly. Color es... pleasantly." She
groaned softly as she shifted her wing again, almost whining at
the pain. "Ech... Ving es... hurt. Not bad, is hopink. Vill be
fine, after time. Just... pleased, pony es survived. Em, vhat
vas... noisy noise comink from strange box?" She asked, glancing
to the speaker that had been part of Harmony's performance.
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Re: Birds of a Feather
By: Harmony Courante Date: October 20, 2016, 2:57 pm
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“It’s alright!” Harmony responded to Breezy’s apology. “And
thank you, that’s very kind of you to say. I’m sure your mane is
lovely too, especially if it’s as cool as your accent!” She said
cheerfully, mistakenly assuming Breezy was a pony. After all,
griffins weren’t all that common in Canterlot. Her ear flicked
as she heard Breezy’s groan, and she looked horrified when
Breezy revealed that she was hurt. “Do you need to go to the
hospital?” Harmony asked worriedly. “I can take you there.
“As for the, uh… ‘noise’, that was dubstep! I use it to
accompany my violin playing. And the box is a speaker,” she
explained. She carefully made her way back to the speaker,
feeling around for it before she picked it up and returned to
Breezy, handing it to the griffin for inspection. “It’s so I can
play music loud enough to be heard over the ambient noise of the
marketplace.”
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Re: Birds of a Feather
By: Breezy Adlark Date: October 20, 2016, 3:25 pm
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Breezy shifted again as the pony mentioned something about a
mane, though this time it was out of awkwardness rather than
discomfort. Then, her head shook quickly as she mentioned going
to the hospital, eyes wide despite it all being unseen. However
x much to her relief, the conversation didn't linger on that
long, and instead moved to the box. It was... a speaker, that
played music?
"How es... box playink zhe music? Are tiny ponies inside?"
Breezy brought her head close to the speaker before continuing.
"Ees greetink, tiny ponies. I am Breezy. Sank you for zhe
playing of zhe musics. Keep up zhe good vork!" She encouraged, a
proud, happy smile on her face as she pulled away again. "Em...
I am not pony, of zhe vay," she said, perhaps trying and failing
to say 'by the way'. "I am gryphon. I am not of beink from
Equestria, yes?" Then, a pause. "How... Is one steppink of zhe
'dub'? Es pony dance? And vhy es so... loud, and noisy? Es
like... talons, draggink down board of chalks."
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Re: Birds of a Feather
By: Merrilee Date: October 20, 2016, 5:12 pm
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Another day, another adventure in Canterlot. Or misadventure,
as the case may be. She had been dragging her wagon up a hill,
lost in a daydream of rosebuds and ice cream cake, when a
scratching sound and a cry snapped her out of it in time to see
a young pony sliding towards her atop a makeshift shield sled.
The pony thankfully missed, but in her attempt to avoid a
collision she'd slipped from the harness and the wagon was on
its way down the hill she'd just pulled it up. Figures.
Of course she chases after it, but an occasional two or seven
extra sweetrolls she may or may not confess to indulging in from
time to time aren't especially conducive to a robust galloping
speed. She has to watch anxiously as it rolls faster and faster
towards the crowded square below, unable to even shout out a
warning ahead of its progress. Thankfully most of the ponies
see it and react accordingly, albeit with a bit much panic, but
Merrilee nearly has a heart attack when she sees how close her
wagon comes to flattening the poor mare she sees before the
griffon soars gallantly (though not as gracefully as she might
hope) to the rescue. She has to stop and applaud it though,
it's so very inspiring and a huge relief.
Her celebrations are cut short, though, when she remembers that
even though the mare was safe, the wagon wasn't stopped. Or,
rather it was, and it wasn't likely to move again without some
serious coercion. She sighs. She'd just fixed one of those
wheels, too.
Oh! She should check on the two her wagon almost hit! She
gallops up to them as quickly as she can, stopping and panting
for breath. What comes next?
Oh! Her slate! It's still in the wagon! After an awkward
pause just panting at them, she gallops over to her wagon and
opens a door on it, reaching in to a hook next to the door on
the inside for her chalk and slate. Of course with the impact
they're not there anymore, so she does a little rooting around
before jiggling back over to the two of them with her slate and
half of one of her chalk sticks. She pauses to scrawl out a
quick question on it before turning it towards them. [Soryr
abuot thta!! Are yuo to alrlhit??]
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