[rolls eyes]

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]

[Zecora remains silent]

[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.

[grimaces]

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.

[blinks]

I'm sorry, spring, but you are not my thing. Also, traditional tribal bling.

I sell odd potions in town to pay tax so that the crazy Princesses let me relax.

Though they have lately not made demands, nor sent noisy guards into the woodlands.

[Zecora had her crazy long neck in another jar looking for stuff]

[gets hugged]

WAAH!

[the echo gives her a headache and makes her ears ring]

................

Fluttershy, is it not?

I seem to be stuck in this pot.

[gets a creepy crow stick, a bag o' things, and her cloak, heads out]

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]

[sighs]

[calls out]

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]

[looks at her hair in some shiny pottery of hers]

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NO! AWAY, I SAY!

What have you done you silly one?!