//The Pinkies were more... pink,// Jono observed, managing to yank the little dragon free with an audible pop sound.
... Well. That was weird. And now it was just clinging to his arm, so he resigned himself to carrying the little guy around, at least until they could find its mother. Author? Lord only knew, at this point.
//It was definitely some manner of equine, though.//
Pinkie tipped her head thoughtfully, her tongue sticking out. Her tail wiggled like a cat's, and she closed her eyes. Her ears twitched and her stomach grumbled, and she pounced -- dragging a gray, green, and black pony with a book cutie mark from the bush by her tail.
"Aha!" Pinkie said. "Are you secretly a book?! Admit it! Admit it!"
//... Right, let's just crack her open and see what's written on the inside, then,// Jono snarked, giving the grey pony a somewhat baffled looking-over while he... tickled the baby dragon's tummy. Shut up. //I can't imagine how the answer could possibly be no.//
How did you read a book that was a horse? Jono had years of library experience behind him, but this one was a little out of his league.
"Ew," said the book-mare -- because, yes, that was what she was. "No! The last time I let this one read me she cloned her self a few dozen times and nearly trashed my home."
//Any one of the three of us is significantly less... enthusiastic than Pinkie, if that's what you're worried about,// Jono added, and now he was trying to get the dragon's tail out of his mouth. It couldn't possibly be good for tiny baby dragon teeth, after all. //We're sort of... Pinkie-sitting. We're up to our eyes in them in our homes as well.//
"Geez," said the book-mare. "If all you want is the reversal, I can tell you that. You just have to say the original spell backwards."
"Oh!" Pinkie brightened, then frowned. "I don't remember the original spell."
"Are you kidding? It's, like, one line. And it rhymes." The book-mare rolled her eyes and sighed. "Repeat after me: 'mared doubly being of prospect the at scared be to not swear solemnly I'."
It took three tries -- including some where she managed to make the reversal spell reference dirty otters -- but Pinkie finally managed to get the spell right. There was a rushing *WHOOSH* and a series of Pinkie-Pie-pink magic swirls went whirling by the group as all the clones were sucked back into the book-mare's horn.
"I'm just relieved that that's all over, now," Pinkie said. "I don't know about you ponies, but I have learned a very important lesson. I'm going to have to write Princess Celestia all about this!" She started back down the path the way they came, as around them, the spooky woods faded slowly back into more traditional library book stacks. "I'm hungry. Is any pony else hungry? Let's all go to Denny's Luke's. My treat!"
She would continue babbling in this vein the whole way out of the library. And down the street. And to Luke's. And probably right up until someone shoved a whipped cream covered waffle in her face.
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Re: Into the Woods (or, you know, the library)
Date: 2014-07-04 10:35 pm (UTC)... Well. That was weird. And now it was just clinging to his arm, so he resigned himself to carrying the little guy around, at least until they could find its mother. Author? Lord only knew, at this point.
//It was definitely some manner of equine, though.//
Re: Into the Woods (or, you know, the library)
Date: 2014-07-04 11:11 pm (UTC)Pinkie tipped her head thoughtfully, her tongue sticking out. Her tail wiggled like a cat's, and she closed her eyes. Her ears twitched and her stomach grumbled, and she pounced -- dragging a gray, green, and black pony with a book cutie mark from the bush by her tail.
"Aha!" Pinkie said. "Are you secretly a book?! Admit it! Admit it!"
Re: Into the Woods (or, you know, the library)
Date: 2014-07-04 11:19 pm (UTC)"YOU! Pony-book! May we read you?"
Re: Into the Woods (or, you know, the library)
Date: 2014-07-04 11:27 pm (UTC)How did you read a book that was a horse? Jono had years of library experience behind him, but this one was a little out of his league.
Re: Into the Woods (or, you know, the library)
Date: 2014-07-04 11:28 pm (UTC)"Ew," said the book-mare -- because, yes, that was what she was. "No! The last time I let this one read me she cloned her self a few dozen times and nearly trashed my home."
Re: Into the Woods (or, you know, the library)
Date: 2014-07-04 11:34 pm (UTC)Re: Into the Woods (or, you know, the library)
Date: 2014-07-04 11:36 pm (UTC)Re: Into the Woods (or, you know, the library)
Date: 2014-07-05 12:16 am (UTC)Except the timber wolf. He was cool.
"May we please read you so we can fix it," he asked, going with politeness. Hopefully it would be super effective.
Re: Into the Woods (or, you know, the library)
Date: 2014-07-05 02:06 am (UTC)"Geez," said the book-mare. "If all you want is the reversal, I can tell you that. You just have to say the original spell backwards."
"Oh!" Pinkie brightened, then frowned. "I don't remember the original spell."
"Are you kidding? It's, like, one line. And it rhymes." The book-mare rolled her eyes and sighed. "Repeat after me: 'mared doubly being of prospect the at scared be to not swear solemnly I'."
It took three tries -- including some where she managed to make the reversal spell reference dirty otters -- but Pinkie finally managed to get the spell right. There was a rushing *WHOOSH* and a series of Pinkie-Pie-pink magic swirls went whirling by the group as all the clones were sucked back into the book-mare's horn.
Re: Into the Woods (or, you know, the library)
Date: 2014-07-05 02:49 am (UTC)...
"That's it?"
Re: Into the Woods (or, you know, the library)
Date: 2014-07-05 02:57 am (UTC)He would probably put down the baby dragon somewhere along the way. Yep. Probably.
Re: Into the Woods (or, you know, the library)
Date: 2014-07-05 03:32 am (UTC)So cheerful, this group.
Re: Into the Woods (or, you know, the library)
Date: 2014-07-05 03:39 am (UTC)Denny'sLuke's. My treat!"She would continue babbling in this vein the whole way out of the library. And down the street. And to Luke's. And probably right up until someone shoved a whipped cream covered waffle in her face.