wannabolt | 10 - video/action; (post-event)

[Dash's day starts out just like any other: waking up bright and early, dashing out above the village at hundreds of miles per hour and leaving rainbow streaks in the sky, all while occasionally twirling clouds around, moving them low to the ground just for fun, and practicing skateboarding just for kicks. ...No pun intended.

But around mid afternoon, she swoops down over the farmland only to find an alarming sight: no sign of Applejack. No matter where she looks, that hard working farm pony's nowhere to be seen, and the same goes for her belongings, for that matter.

Dash's heart sinks. She makes a retreat up into the clouds, which is when she finally addresses the journal. For once, this big-eyed, rainbow pony lacks her confident air.]

...Hey, so I don't know how many of you guys know her, but it looks like Applejack's gone back to Equestria, which means all those apples she's been growing have kinda been left unattended. Not to mention the animals and other crops. So, uh. If any of you other farmers could check into that, that'd be totally appreciated. You guys'd probably be way more experienced than me!

[...heh. Heh.

Man, even her phony laughter sounds depressing.]

Guess Luceti's pony population's shrinking again. Even after a year, there's only ever been a handful of us. And I mean, to most of you guys that's probably not a huge deal. But try imagining getting plucked into a world where you're one of, if not the only hue-man... or whatever species you are and surrounded by a majority of some species you've never even heard of before.

I've lucked out because a lot of the hue-mans I've met are generally pretty cool. And sure, it's still crazy dealing with weather, seasons, and... well, everything that happens by itself, but it's not as scary now.

[But... and though she hates to admit it. Showing weakness is not her thing--]

But sometimes, I guess I can't help but get a little homesick. Especially at times like this.

[And with that, she'll push the journal closed with one of her hooves.

For a little while, she'll hang around the farmlands, just wandering around for a bit. Eventually, she'll return to the village and, after a short trip to the bakery to drag home some cupcakes, quietly fly towards house 45. If she spots a familiar face she'll try and greet 'em with her usual spunk. Those that know her well enough, however should be able to tell that something's a little... off.]

[ooc: Feel free to encounter her before or after her announcement! She can be found just about everywhere before she slips over to AJ's and after she'll mostly be around town.]

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[...Snoooort. So much for it being easy.]

Well, it's not like everything's gonna shrivel up in five minutes. If you really have to read, I guess you've got time.

Hey, c'mon. I'm havin' as much trouble with this place as you are. Gotta re-learn most of the stuff that "normal" people oughta know.

[He's quiet for a bit longer, looking over the plants again. Might as well start now, he thinks, taking his stungun and knocking an apple off of the branches with it. It's unfamiliar, but tasty. He'll pick one for Dash, too.]

Aw, relax. Doesn't mean I can't poke a little fun at you.

[Gosh, it's not like she's totally serious about it, but-- hey! That was a neat trick with that gun.

She'll happily take one of the apples with a smirk.]

Nice aim, though. That oughta make harvesting the remaining apples a breeze.

[Red just scratches his muzzle, feeling a little embarrassed.] Guess that's true.

Uh... [He holds out the stungun, although aiming it away from Dash. It looks like a large sword with a revolver attached.] The low-hangin' ones, maybe. Can't really shoot anythin' with this.

[Another apple gets picked; all he does is gently smack it with the flat of the blade until it falls.]

And that's why it pays to have wings.

[In order to prove her point, Dash hovers towards the higher apples and knocks 'em down with a flick of her hooves before swooping down and catching 'em in her front legs.]

[Whoa, she's good at this. Although something seems odd...]

How are your wings so big? There's no way I can fly with these! [Red's red wings flutter gently. Definitely not large enough.]

Because I'm a pegasus pony?

[She turns around, showing her smaller, Luceti wings.]

It's not like these wimpy things replaced my real wings.

Oh, guess I missed those. Actually, that's gotta be pretty useful! Ya got the big ones for flyin' and the little ones for steerin'.

[Flutter flutter. Look at Red's tiny little wings.]

Anyone ever actually flown with just these wings? I bet I could do it if I practiced enough!

Steering? You know, I never really thought of it that way.

[But maybe she could use 'em like that. Hmm.]

But nobody's really flown with the wings. And trust me, I've seen loads of people try.

Well, maybe I can't fly, but I bet they can do somethin'! Lemme try!

[Red starts flapping those wings like crazy, but nothing seems to happen. He stops for a moment, then leaps into the air, wings beating rapidly; it seems like he does get some hangtime out of that, but once he lands it's pretty obvious that he's already tired out.]

Haah... hoo. D-did ya see that?! I hovered!

[...Huh. Dash blinks, watching him for a few seconds before she lets out a snicker.]

Well, it's a start, anyway.

Yeah, it's a good start! I bet if I keep practicin' I can stay in the air for a whole minute!

[Red crouches then leaps again, flapping his wings as hard as he can; it might be his imagination, but it feels like he does stay up a moment more. It leaves him panting even harder, though.]

S-see? I'm gettin' -- whoof -- gettin' better already!

Juuust don't wear yourself out. Those dinky little wings aren't gonna lift ya to the clouds, you know.

[And the last thing she wants is for him to pull a muscle or something.]

Yeah, yeah, I know. Doesn't mean I can't use 'em for somethin'.

[He's quiet for a moment, gently flexing his wings.]

Anyway, farmin'. I'll get some books and see if I can find someone who already knows some stuff, then I'm definitely willin' to give you a paw - er, hand.

[Oh, right...] Or a hoof.

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