How do you do? Can I help you?
That midnight she, a glutton be.
[continues eating Everfree fruits in two chomps each]
Expected to study space when there is no moon.
Why oh why must our Princess be such a goon!
That is a no-brainer! You both could use physical trainers.
[raises an eyebrow at Snogging Armor]
[mumbles] This surely will end only in ill...
As usual, well enough. The forest has always been a bit rough.
There was a scare in Canterlot, involving the Prince too hot to trot.
He spoke poorly of the Princess behind her back and was... recolored a certain pattern of gray and black. >__>
[tilts head but doesn't question this vocally]
I am here, friend of the deer.
Greetings, Princess of the Night. I am glad to see that you are alright.
And loud, and proud.
I am well, though your sister has again raised hell. The Prince Blue has a zebra's hue.
Why? That is not known to I. But hearing the commotion I came over and brought my lotions. Though far I have trekked, they have no effect.
[Blueblood was blabbering when he thought Celestia couldn't hear about Chrysalis pwning her and said IT WAS SCARY ENOUGH TO TURN A ZEBRA WHITE!!!]
[failed attempts to cure Blueblood's condition have also resulted in Shining being spotted like a cow, Cadance being striped like a bee or wasp, and Twilight developing stripes and fangs like a tiger.]
[Oh and Chrisfire is an eagle outright.]
[Celestia decided to let this develop because it was fun, and because waiting would make it Luna' s problem.]
The Princess in her /infinite wisdom/ has seen fit to place a very strong hex upon that royal twit.
I can undo natural powers and weaker magic, but against this, not much, how tragic.
Twilight is more than capable of fixing this, although she is an... obedient little miss. >__>
Perhaps her sister can heal the rude mister.
[Zecora had her crazy long neck in another jar looking for stuff]
[the echo gives her a headache and makes her ears ring]
Fluttershy, is it not?
I seem to be stuck in this pot.
Damned either way? He practically lives by it.
I will help you find him. Step lightly and keep very quiet.
[jumps, knocks her shiny pot over]
I know it is you, pony of orange.
Come in and do not bust the door hinge.
And I will need those twenty bits. You said about orange that I could not rhyme with it.
[cleaning up her broken pot fragments]
Everfree Forest, Equestria
Yes it is me, you see, truly. Zecora I be.
Herbs and potions are how I roll, and I do not like to be given bull. I am kind so long as you don't mock my race. Play nice, or I may remodel your face.