And then there were ponies.

[andcontrarywise]

*It's a pretty nice day, isn't it? The sun is shining. The birds are chirping. And in one of the fields, there's a winged pony prancing about a little and generally looking pleased with hirself

Comments

[healingcock]

...

Setsuna?

[sistercomplex]

I never really thought about it... I probably should. I mean you're not that different from us really.

[healingcock]

Not on the surface, I guess.

[sistercomplex]

Surface?

[healingcock]

Everyone's different inside.

[sistercomplex]

Well yeah that's the point. People either expect angels to be pure protectors or vicious avengers. They don't get how angels really are, when they're not trying to show off.

[healingcock]

... mm. That's true too.

[sistercomplex]

Hey how am I doing?

[healingcock]

Better. You're hovering about the same as I am, now.

[sistercomplex]

Heh hovering's a good thing right?

[healingcock]

Do you want to try flying around a little?

[sistercomplex]

Sure. I think I've got the hang of this now! Thanks!

[healingcock]

[tries to fly in a long circle at about the same height they're at, holding onto Setsuna's hoof]

Okay?

[sistercomplex]

[This is almost non-embarrassing flying.]

[healingcock]

Good!

[sistercomplex]

[... I sense you are laughing at me. >>]

You're sure having a good time!