[MLP FiM} Bridle Shores: The Great Wilds

[Orzel]

Garion clapped his little hooves together and immediately turned to face Gwyn. "What sort of magic shouldn't be used on ponies? Is some magic food magic, and other magic pony magic? How come it shouldn't be used? Is it bad magic? Doesn't it work right? Do you need to ask first?"

Gwynfillion's initial expression =

"One at a time Garion," She softly huffed trying to wrap her mind around all his questions. "....."

"......"

"...I can't answer ant of those, I pass the burden on you Grills." She kissed his cheek. "Good luck sweetie."

"Well there is dark and chaotic magic. You shouldn't use dark and bad magic on ponies if even at all. Then there is other not necessarily bad magic but magic that should be used on ponies. Like love magic.

Two. There isn't really a such thing as food magic. The magic I use on food is just pony magic that I apply to food. My dragonfire spell isn't made for food but my pyroman... fire control... lets me use it on food without burning it or other ponies. It took me years to learn to control the heat.

It you don't go through the training, a pony will burn up all the food. You have to be soooo careful that you are practically asking the fire magic to 'Please go left two inches?' 'Get colder please?' and things like that" He struggled to simplify his magic.

[TheAmishPirate]

Garion scratched his head. There were a lot of words in that, and not all of them made sense together. And yet somehow he still had more questions. "Why is there dark magic if you're never supposed to use it? Why is it even a magic?"

[Lycan 01]

"You don't have to be there for the pie part. Wouldn't it be fun, Snickers? ...You have such a nice mane..."

She tilted her head and smiled thoughtfully.

"And we had a sleepover when you were a filly, too."

Snickers's face probably takes on a very amusing expression of confusion. "Bwuh?" he asks. After a moment, though, he grins, and begins to chuckle while shaking his head in amusement. "Well, its nice to know you find my mane attractive when I'm a filly. Maybe I should turn back into a filly, then, just so you can ogle me," he says playfully to her.

[Benson]

Dat Tower

Gwynfillion wasn't going to answer that too, that in particular only hit closer to home. She glanced away looking down at her empty cup on the table.

[Orzel]

Grills

"I don't know. Some ponies are naughty I guess. But I don't know, I am mostly a chef and not really a magician." The stallion shrugged his shoulders and turned to Gwynfillion. She was not looking up nor at him. Something was up. Perhaps the question upsetter her he thought. Grills patted her shoulder for some show of support.

Purple

Purple stares at Snickerdoodle. She tries to imagine him as a filly or at least with an attractive mane. His mane was nice but nothing to obsess over. It takes all her power to not pet him as she snaps back her hoof. "That day was weird. Good thing I owned a Stallion's suit."

[TheAmishPirate]

Grills

"I don't know. Some ponies are naughty I guess. But I don't know, I am mostly a chef and not really a magician." The stallion shrugged his shoulders and turned to Gwynfillion. She was not looking up nor at him. Something was up. Perhaps the question upsetter her he thought. Grills patted her shoulder for some show of support.

Garion tilted his head at this little scene. Something about it...didn't sit right with him. And he didn't know why. He squirmed uncomfortably and glanced over towards the pets. "Um, is question time over?"

[Deme]

Snickers's face probably takes on a very amusing expression of confusion. "Bwuh?" he asks. After a moment, though, he grins, and begins to chuckle while shaking his head in amusement. "Well, its nice to know you find my mane attractive when I'm a filly. Maybe I should turn back into a filly, then, just so you can ogle me," he says playfully to her.

"...I'm not much of an oggler... I'm more of a wistful gaze-r... And, really.... The visual's not the best."

She tilts her head, completely unabashed. It's like the idea of being emberassed about ogling never occured to her. If she were human, she'd be one of those people who wouldn't be emberassed if she walked in on someone changing.

"....Physically, it's the smell. Cinnamon-Sugar... The scent knows what it belongs to."

A dry smile played on her lips as she made that comment.

[Benson]

Grills

"I don't know. Some ponies are naughty I guess. But I don't know, I am mostly a chef and not really a magician." The stallion shrugged his shoulders and turned to Gwynfillion. She was not looking up nor at him. Something was up. Perhaps the question upsetter her he thought. Grills patted her shoulder for some show of support.

Garion tilted his head at this little scene. Something about it...didn't sit right with him. And he didn't know why. He squirmed uncomfortably and glanced over towards the pets. "Um, is question time over?"

She acknowledged Grills' shoulder pat with a slight head tilt and small upturn of her mouth. "Yes...question time is over for now." She answered not quite making eye contact with the foal. She leaned her head sideways on Grills. "Thank you.."

[Orzel]

Garion tilted his head at this little scene. Something about it...didn't sit right with him. And he didn't know why. He squirmed uncomfortably and glanced over towards the pets. "Um, is question time over?"

She acknowledged Grills' shoulder pat with a slight head tilt and small upturn of her mouth. "Yes...question time is over for now." She answered not quite making eye contact with the foal. She leaned her head sideways on Grills. "Thank you.."

"Not a problem, sugarplum." Grills replied back with a neck touch. His horn glowed red as the dishes were emptied into Wyrmples bowl once more and floated off to the sink. The faucet turned on and the sponge began to scrub. Soon they are all cleaned.

The chef then cantered over to the dog and manually strapped on a leash. "I must be off to handle some business. Be back shortly." said Grills before he and Sugar blinked away.

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Now outside, Grills collapsed on a tree. He was holding in exhaustion for so long but was too proud and stubborn to display it in front of the other ponies. No, he had to be an unaffected rock for everypony. "Go ahead Sugar. Handle your duties and obligations."

The pony walked away quite dignified. Right into a bush with head high and closed eyes.

[TheAmishPirate]

"Not a problem, sugarplum." Grills replied back with a neck touch. His horn glowed red as the dishes were emptied into Wyrmples bowl once more and floated off to the sink. The faucet turned on and the sponge began to scrub. Soon they are all cleaned.

The chef then cantered over to the dog and manually strapped on a leash. "I must be off to handle some business. Be back shortly." said Grills before he and Sugar blinked away.

She acknowledged Grills' shoulder pat with a slight head tilt and small upturn of her mouth. "Yes...question time is over for now." She answered not quite making eye contact with the foal. She leaned her head sideways on Grills. "Thank you.."

The foal looked crestfallen as Grills teleported away. He couldn't help but feel he'd done something wrong, and seeing Miss Gwyn and Mister Grills act all weird didn't help matters. That, and he really wanted to help walk the dog. Now that it wasn't walking time, it wasn't eating time, it wasn't cleaning time, it wasn't question time, and he hoped it wasn't bathtime..."Miss Gwyn? What time is it now?" he asked quietly.

[Benson]

The foal looked crestfallen as Grills teleported away. He couldn't help but feel he'd done something wrong, and seeing Miss Gwyn and Mister Grills act all weird didn't help matters. That, and he really wanted to help walk the dog. Now that it wasn't walking time, it wasn't eating time, it wasn't cleaning time, it wasn't question time, and he hoped it wasn't bathtime..."Miss Gwyn? What time is it now?" he asked quietly.

"I think its about four o clock," She answered glancing at the foal. She felt cold now in here, she enjoyed having Grills sit next to her, his body radiated a nice heat.

[TheAmishPirate]

"I think its about four o clock," She answered glancing at the foal. She felt cold now in here, she enjoyed having Grills sit next to her, his body radiated a nice heat.

The little foal opened his mouth, closed it, opened it, closed it, then slipped off his seat and onto the floor. He shuffled towards Gwyn, being careful to keep all four hooves on the floor at all times, while looking horribly confused and unsure of himself. "Miss Gwyn? I...don't think I'm doing Four Time right..."

[Benson]

The little foal opened his mouth, closed it, opened it, closed it, then slipped off his seat and onto the floor. He shuffled towards Gwyn, being careful to keep all four hooves on the floor at all times, while looking horribly confused and unsure of himself. "Miss Gwyn? I...don't think I'm doing Four Time right..."

She blinked and shook her head. 'No, no. Its the time, as in like a clock, hour of the day. Do you even comprehend the meaning of time?" She asked curiously.

[Lycan 01]

"...I'm not much of an oggler... I'm more of a wistful gaze-r... And, really.... The visual's not the best."

She tilts her head, completely unabashed. It's like the idea of being emberassed about ogling never occured to her. If she were human, she'd be one of those people who wouldn't be emberassed if she walked in on someone changing.

"....Physically, it's the smell. Cinnamon-Sugar... The scent knows what it belongs to."

A dry smile played on her lips as she made that comment.

"Oh? And what is the best, then?" Snickers arches an eyebrow, a playful smile on his face. "Are you saying I'm not the best visual, or that the visual isn't the best part of me?" he jokingly asks.

He then pauses. "Oh, wait, you mean my smell is my best part," he says, blushing slightly. "Well, its nice to know I smell better than I look, then," he says with a playful smirk, the blush still faint on his cheeks.

[TheAmishPirate]

She blinked and shook her head. 'No, no. Its the time, as in like a clock, hour of the day. Do you even comprehend the meaning of time?" She asked curiously.

The foal scratched his head, before quickly putting the hoof back on the floor. Four Time had to be observed, after all. "I don't know about com-pree-hand, but I know there's Bath Time, Cleaning Time, Question Time, Eating Time, Playing Time...and I think Mister Grills just left for Walking Time...did I miss any?" he asked innocently.

[Benson]

The foal scratched his head, before quickly putting the hoof back on the floor. Four Time had to be observed, after all. "I don't know about com-pree-hand, but I know there's Bath Time, Cleaning Time, Question Time, Eating Time, Playing Time...and I think Mister Grills just left for Walking Time...did I miss any?" he asked innocently.

She sighed burying her face against her forehooves and shook her head. She furrowed her brows and levitated the wall clock in the kitchen over to them.

"This is a clock, it helps ponies know what time it is in the day. Its referred to by numbers along the sides. This 'Bath Time, Cleaning Time, Question Time, Eating Time, Playing Time' etc is not a measurement of time."

[TheAmishPirate]

She sighed burying her face against her forehooves and shook her head. She furrowed her brows and levitated the wall clock in the kitchen over to them.

"This is a clock, it helps ponies know what time it is in the day. Its referred to by numbers along the sides. This 'Bath Time, Cleaning Time, Question Time, Eating Time, Playing Time' etc is not a measurement of time."

Garion nodded slowly as comprehension eventually dawned on him. "Ohhh, so it's four o'clock because it points to the four..." The foal squinted at the clock, looking at the numbers closely. "So...when is it Bath Time? Nothing here looks like a bathtub."

[Benson]

Garion nodded slowly as comprehension eventually dawned on him. "Ohhh, so it's four o'clock because it points to the four..." The foal squinted at the clock, looking at the numbers closely. "So...when is it Bath Time? Nothing here looks like a bathtub."

"Bath time is whenever you Garion get really dirty, and also usually just once per day anyway before bed time," She answered glad she didn't have to explain the legs/hooves on the clock.

[TheAmishPirate]

"Bath time is whenever you Garion get really dirty, and also usually just once per day anyway before bed time," She answered glad she didn't have to explain the legs/hooves on the clock.

That made enough sense; Cleaning Time was right after Eating Time, so Bath Time was usually after Bed Time. But that just left one more question... "When's Bed Time? Is that..." The foal paused for a minute, scrunching up his nose as he thought hard to connect the dots. "...is that when Garion gets really sleepy?"

[Benson]

That made enough sense; Cleaning Time was right after Eating Time, so Bath Time was usually before Bed Time. But that just left one more question... "When's Bed Time? Is that..." The foal paused for a minute, scrunching up his nose as he thought hard to connect the dots. "...is that when Garion gets really sleepy?"

"No, that' means it nap time for Garion, bed time is when Garion gets sleepy at night, or when I or Mister Grills tell you to go sleep. But its still day outside, so, its nap time right now then for you," So many times.

[TheAmishPirate]

"No, that' means it nap time for Garion, bed time is when Garion gets sleepy at night, or when I or Mister Grills tell you to go sleep. But its still day outside, so, its nap time right now then for you," So many times.

But...but he wasn't sleepy at all...but Miss Gwyn said so, and she might get sad or angry if he didn't. And she did say it was Nap Time whenever she said so. With a little flattening of the ears, Garion reluctantly agreed, "Okay, Miss Gwyn. I'll go to sleep now..." And with that, he promptly laid down on the spot, curling up at her hooves. He squirmed and shifted on the cold, hard floor, trying to find a comfortable position that likely didn't even exist on these stones.

[Benson]

But...but he wasn't sleepy at all...but Miss Gwyn said so, and she might get sad or angry if he didn't. And she did say it was Nap Time whenever she said so. With a little flattening of the ears, Garion reluctantly agreed, "Okay, Miss Gwyn. I'll go to sleep now..." And with that, he promptly laid down on the spot, curling up at her hooves. He squirmed and shifted on the cold, hard floor, trying to find a comfortable position that likely didn't even exist on these stones.

"You can lay on couch you know Garion, its one of the things its there for," She said glancing down at the foal at her hooves. She nudged him, she didn't want him napping on the floor.

[Deme]

"Oh? And what is the best, then?" Snickers arches an eyebrow, a playful smile on his face. "Are you saying I'm not the best visual, or that the visual isn't the best part of me?" he jokingly asks.

He then pauses. "Oh, wait, you mean my smell is my best part," he says, blushing slightly. "Well, its nice to know I smell better than I look, then," he says with a playful smirk, the blush still faint on his cheeks.

"Snickerdoodles they smell just like Snickerdoodles..."

She muttered, turning her head slightly, a faint smile on her face. Then she turned back to Silvermane.

"So will you come?"

[TheAmishPirate]

"You can lay on couch you know Garion, its one of the things its there for," She said glancing down at the foal at her hooves. She nudged him, she didn't want him napping on the floor.

Garion got up in a hurry and started towards the couch; nudges were even less comfortable than stones. "But I thought because it was Nap Time, I was supposed to just nap." he explained in typical foal-logic. He hopped up onto one of the cushions, legs scrambling to push himself up.

[Benson]

Garion got up in a hurry and started towards the couch; nudges were even less comfortable than stones. "But I thought because it was Nap Time, I was supposed to just nap." he explained in typical foal-logic. He hopped up onto one of the cushions, legs scrambling to push himself up.

"Well, if you want to sleep on the hard uncomfortable floor, then go ahead," She casually used a little magic to help him clamber up the couch. "Though I do suggest the couch, has nice pillows and everything." She stood behind the couch watching him as she moved pillows for him with her magic.

[Hawkflight]

"Snickerdoodles they smell just like Snickerdoodles..."

She muttered, turning her head slightly, a faint smile on her face. Then she turned back to Silvermane.

"So will you come?"

"Um ... yes," replied Silvermane. "Yes, I will come."

[TheAmishPirate]

"Well, if you want to sleep on the hard uncomfortable floor, then go ahead," She casually used a little magic to help him clamber up the couch. "Though I do suggest the couch, has nice pillows and everything." She stood behind the couch watching him as she moved pillows for him with her magic.

Garion trotted around in circles on the couch, much like a cat scoping out a warm windowsill for a sunbathe. Thankfully, his hooves were still clean from the bath; no tracks on the couch...this time, at least. "It's soft too." he added, springing up and down on the cushion. Much better than the smelly, cold floor. He laid down in the nest of pillows she'd made for him, and gave a little yawn. "How long is it nap time, Miss Gwyn?" he asked sleepily, finding himself much more tired now that he had a warm, soft place to sleep.

(Deadtiming for bedtime)

[Benson]

Garion trotted around in circles on the couch, much like a cat scoping out a warm windowsill for a sunbathe. Thankfully, his hooves were still clean from the bath; no tracks on the couch...this time, at least. "It's soft too." he added, springing up and down on the cushion. Much better than the smelly, cold floor. He laid down in the nest of pillows she'd made for him, and gave a little yawn. "How long is it nap time, Miss Gwyn?" he asked sleepily, finding himself much more tired now that he had a warm, soft place to sleep.

"I guess...30...to an hour? I do not know really....I'm not very good with sleep/nap schedules," Indeed, for a pony who slept in a lot. "Though, a short nap would do, I don't want you to not be sleepy when its time for bed at night time."

[Orzel]

"Um ... yes," replied Silvermane. "Yes, I will come."

"Yippee!" Purple hops up and down in her spot. She claps her hooves vigorous and squees. "This will be so FUN!!"

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2

After Grills collected and buried Sugar's business, He walked areound with her for a while. It gave him time to think.

Garion. What will I do about Garion. He used to be a source of frustration and harm as Simmer but he is but a foal now. Completely innocent to the actions committed. Possibly a curse.

And Gywnfillion. What is up with her. She promised. She promised to tell me what is going on. Why Simmer.

And then there's Garion again. Will she adopt him. If she does, will I have to...

He shook his head and sighed. "Enough walking. I need to sit." He finds a stump to plop onto and unhooks Sugar's leash so she can run. "Don't go where I can't see you."

[Deme]

"Oh, goody! I'm not sure I'd want to be the only pony I really know there...We should invite Soft, too, even if she doesn't genderpie Snickers."

She said cheerfully, with something slightly fluttery in her voice. She was probably, now that it was actually happening, a little nervous -- otherwise, the subject of a party wouldn't have been able to keep her attention so long.