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       Re: Birds of a Feather
       By: Harmony Courante Date: October 20, 2016, 5:40 pm
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       “Um… no. there aren’t. I’m actually not one hundred percent sure
       how it works… I focus more on making music, not on how my
       equipment works,” Harmony confessed, before looking surprised.
       “Oh... you’re not a pony? I’ so sorry, I just assumed… Anyway,
       you don’t see a lot of griffins around here. Well, I don’t see
       any, of course, but I’ve never talked to a griffin before!” she
       giggled. She went very quiet at hearing Breezy’s opinion of
       dubstep.
       “Wha… No, it’s not a dance. It’s just called dubstep. And it’s
       art! I composed that myself!” she told Breezy, shock clear in
       her expression. She suddenly heard someone panting, and she
       clicked in time to detect another pony- or she supposed it could
       be another griffin- but they didn’t say anything. Harmony
       continued keeping her head turned in the direction of the
       newcomer, waiting.
       #Post#: 1324--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Birds of a Feather
       By: Breezy Adlark Date: October 20, 2016, 6:24 pm
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       Breezy's attention was soon split as a pony came running up to
       them, only to pause and simply pant at them. Awkwardly, the
       gryphon stared back at the pony as Harmony spoke. As such, most
       of the words went right over the girl's head given she wasn't
       able to carefully process what was being said.
       She only blinked as the mistletoed pony darted off again,
       towards the wagon--then dipped inside. Was that...? Her thought
       was only confirmed as the pony ducked back out with a...
       something, and trotted back over to them before writing on it.
       When the words were presented, Breezy stared at them for a
       moment, trying to decipher them... and failing. She had been
       taught enough to slowly read through children's books, with
       help, and though she understood a word or two, the message
       overall was lost to her.
       So, she did all she knew to do, "Em... I am apologize, miss
       pony... I am... very not-good at vord readink... I am not
       knovink vhat you hev written..." She glanced between the wagon
       and the pony once more before continuing. "You... are owner of
       cart? You are vell, yes?" She paused. "And... are you... knovink
       you hev plant in mane?" She asked, gesturing to the mistletoe.
       #Post#: 1332--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Birds of a Feather
       By: Merrilee Date: October 20, 2016, 9:20 pm
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       Not good at reading?  That would make it difficult for her to
       talk to the griffon...maybe she'd have better luck with the
       other pony.  It seems strange to Merrilee that she hasn't
       responded to it.  Maybe she needs it closer?  She'll rewrite the
       message to talk just to her, then.  She wipes the chalk off of
       her slate, the white powder blending in well with her coat, and
       starts writing again while listening to the griffon's question.
       She nods to both of the first questions, as in yes, she's the
       owner of the cart and yes she is well.
       She beams at the griffon when asked about the mistletoe and nods
       again, starting to write out the purpose of it before she
       remembers, right, she was already writing something.  To the
       pony.  She erases the portion she had written for the griffon
       and squints at her previous message, trying to make sense of it.
       It doesn't make sense to her, so she rubs it all off and writes
       it again, this time turning it to the pony who, on closer
       inspection...is there something wrong with her eyes?  They don't
       look quite...normal...[Are yo aulrith?  Yuo arten' hurt ar you?]
       #Post#: 1338--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Birds of a Feather
       By: Harmony Courante Date: October 20, 2016, 10:39 pm
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       Breezy seemed to be talking to the newcomer, but Harmony didn’t
       hear any response. Not very good at reading? Was the other pony
       writing something? Harmony leaned forward slightly and perked up
       her ears just in time to hear the very faint scratch of chalk
       against a slate. Oh my… This was awkward. “Um… I’m sorry, but I
       can’t see whatever you’ve written,” she told the pony
       apologetically. “I’m blind. Could you just… talk out loud? I
       think it would make it much easier for us all to communicate,”
       she said, her voice hopeful.
       #Post#: 1339--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Birds of a Feather
       By: Breezy Adlark Date: October 20, 2016, 10:58 pm
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       Breezy blinked a couple of times at the pony's silence, having
       expected a verbal answer but receiving none. Even her bird brain
       was intelligent enough to piece the pieces together, though. The
       pony didn't seem shy, and she couldn't speak... So the writing
       must have been because she couldn't speak, for whatever reason.
       But, she couldn't read, and Harmony couldn't see... Breezy's
       talons picked at the cobble beneath her once more, mind working
       in overtime to figure out a solution--before settling on the
       simplest one she could think of for the moment.
       She flagged down a nearby pony that was walking down the road,
       waving them closer, then greeted them with a smile as they
       approached. "I vas hopink, you might be doink favor for us," she
       said to the mare, bowing her head in apology and request.
       The mare raised a brow before shrugging a bit. "S'pose I could,
       depending on the favor. Sup?" she asked, sweeping her mane out
       of her eyes.
       "Could you... Be readink vhat ees written?" Breezy responded,
       gesturing to the tablet Merrilee was using.
       The mare leaned in, reading what was there before snorting some.
       "Sheesh, where'd you learn to write?" the mare said with a roll
       of her eyes, then continued. "Says 'Are you alright? You aren't
       hurt are you?' Luna's teats, my brain hurts now." With that, the
       mare went on her way again, leaving the trio. Breezy watched
       after the mare with her shoulders sagged some, before looking to
       Merrilee again. "Ve are... Fine. Miss Harmony pony vas not hurt
       from cart. My ving es... Am sinkink sprained, but nosink zhat...
       vill not be healink." She gestured to the obviously stiff wing
       that wasn't quite flush against her body, before looking back to
       Merrilee. "I am Breezy. Am... apologize, for cart. Es not-good.
       You are, em, not speakink, yes? Voice broken?"
       #Post#: 1340--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Birds of a Feather
       By: Merrilee Date: October 20, 2016, 11:43 pm
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       Can't see...?  Well that would explain it.  Merrilee shakes her
       head at what the mare asks, then remembers, oh right, that's a
       visual cue.  She's about to strike out an answer on her slate
       before remembering, oh right, visual.  And if the griffon can't
       read what she's writing, that means they're quite limited in
       their ability to talk.  What a...predicament.  And...she pauses
       in her train of thought as the griffon draws the attention of
       another pony and asks her help, and gladly holds the slate up
       for her to read it to the others.
       Her happiness at finding somepony who might help turns sour when
       the next thing out of the helper's mouth is an insult, and one
       that not only is quite true but is one that she can do very
       little about.  Her cheeks burn with shame as the pony leaves,
       and she hurriedly wipes her mangled spelling off, holding it
       against her body defensively.
       She's at least relieved to hear that the two of them are
       alright...until she's reminded of her wagon.  In her attempts to
       be understood, it had completely slipped her mind that her
       portable domicile had been damaged.  Not that she could really
       tell them about that.  Even if they could understand her, that's
       not likely something they'd like to hear, nor something she
       wants to talk about.  She nods acceptance to the griffon's
       condolences, as well as an affirmative to her next question.
       Maybe she should just leave now, drag what's left of her wagon
       somewhere else so she could effect some repairs on it.  It's not
       incredibly likely that they'll be able to have much
       conversation, or at least not on her end, without help, and
       she'd just as rather not try to drag somepony else into it again
       if she could help it.
       #Post#: 1348--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Birds of a Feather
       By: Harmony Courante Date: October 21, 2016, 5:10 pm
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       Harmony listened carefully to Breezy’s conversation with the
       stranger, frowning slightly as she insulted the other pony’s
       writing. That seemed uncalled for, regardless of how the writing
       looked. “Don’t listen to her,” she chipped in after the stranger
       left. “You can write, so you’re ahead of me! I’m sure you do it
       beautifully.”
       Suddenly, Harmony’s iPod- still on the ground- started dinging.
       Harmony looked confused for a moment, before she clapped her
       hoof to her head. “Oh my gosh, I completely forgot! Thank
       goodness I set that alarm. I have an audition this afternoon! I
       have to go!” She quickly reached forward and felt around for a
       moment before taking her speaker back and slipping it into her
       saddlebags. She hurriedly put her violin back its case, while
       saying, “It was nice to meet you both! I’m sorry I can’t stay,
       but I really can’t miss this audition!” Finishing packing up,
       she waved in their general direction and sprinted off, clicking
       as she dodged other ponies and she disappeared into the crowd.
       #Post#: 1350--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Birds of a Feather
       By: Breezy Adlark Date: October 21, 2016, 5:51 pm
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       A sympathetic talon reached out and set on Merrilee's shoulder
       at the nod to Breezy's question, trying to share her condolences
       with the mare for her lack of voice. She gave a nod of her own
       in agreement with Harmony's words--and before she could offer
       her own encouragement, the musician's other weird box made a
       strange noise, and Harmony darted off with her things in tow.
       "Ah... Goodye, miss Harmony," Breezy said to the mare before she
       could, before sagging her shoulders some again as she watched
       the pony disappear.
       "Em... So..." Breezy fumbled as she turned back to Merrilee,
       offering a slight, awkward smile. "...Miss Harmony pony vas
       correct. You can write, and I cannot. Es... fault of mine for
       not beink of readink." The smile on her face brightened a bit,
       before she turned to Merrilee's cart to retrieve one of the
       wheels and roll it over to where it belonged, apparently intent
       on helping the mare. "Cart es...  very cart-y. Very impressink.
       You are... merchant?" she asked, glancing to Merrilee as she
       moved over to the other wheel after leaning the first against
       the cart.
       #Post#: 1353--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Birds of a Feather
       By: Merrilee Date: October 22, 2016, 12:09 am
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       Merrilee brightens when she sees the griffon gathering the
       wheels.  Well why wouldn't she help?  She does seem nice!  Why
       hadn't Merrilee thought of that?  But what kind of adjective is
       "cart-y"?  Like a cart?  If that's what it means, it's a very
       apt description, she has to admit.  She bounces up when asked if
       she's a merchant, nodding.  She bounces inside and pulls a cord,
       causing some panels on the side to shift and flip open, forming
       shelves set into the side.  Then she jiggles out in front of the
       shelves and pulls another, which releases a sign to dangle that
       proudly proclaims it [Merry Ornaments], with all of the Rs
       colored like candy canes, similar to her own coloring.  She
       beams at the arrangement, then disappears back inside and comes
       back out again carrying a few hoof-sculpted and hoof-painted
       figurines, some with twine attached in such a way as to make
       them able to be hung from things.  While not excessively high in
       quality, each one is clearly made with a certain amount of care
       and attention.
       #Post#: 1354--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Birds of a Feather
       By: Breezy Adlark Date: October 22, 2016, 12:25 am
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       The gryphon blinked as the the side of the cart flipped open,
       revealing shelves--then a sign that she slowly read as, "Meer-y
       Or-name-mints". Her head tilted some, confused what that meant,
       before she perked up a bit when the mare returned, carrying with
       her some figurines. "Oh, zhese are... very lovinkly. Very...
       cute." A talon rose so she could gently tap a claw against one
       of the figurines Merrilee held. "You are sellink... tiny ponies.
       Vhy tiny ponies? And vhat is... use of strink?" she asked, the
       talon raising to lift the twine on one of them up slightly,
       forgetting for the moment the mare's lack of ability to speak.
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