012 Bushels ❦ [Action for Cianwood/Video]

[buckyouup]

[AJ has been doing a lot of thinking lately. Being stuck in the Cianwood Inn nursing an injured leg for the last three weeks, thinking is all you really can do. She's managed to get out of bed enough to start exercising again, but she's still not able to keep up with training her pokemon just yet. Still, she's spent most of today resting in bed, a Togetic curled in her lap. The little fairy has never left her side since the injury, tending to every need she is capable of handling. Part of her is thankful, but part of her is sad. The caring, the dedication. It reminds her all to much of...

She huffs, reaching down and stroking the tiny creature's crest, who coos in response. Why is it that she can show so much affection to a pokemon, but she could only freeze up attempting the same to its former trainer? She couldn't give her the one thing that would make her truly happy in the last weeks of her being in this world? Her hand balls into a fist.

Damnit.]

What... do y'all do when you feel like you let somepony down?

[When you can't seem to forgive yourself, no matter how much you try.]

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[buckyouup]

I reckon bein' human is just fine, if you were born that way. How'd you feel if you woke up one mornin' on four legs?

[lieutenantantichrist]

Pissed off at whoever slipped me peyote.

If you really were a horse [his tone makes it clear how likely he thinks this is], you should be thanking your lucky stars. This is a step up. Now you don't have to eat grass and you can break your leg without getting shot.

[buckyouup]

I like eatin' grass.

[And she has no idea what this whole "shooting" thing is that you're talking about. Ponies heal just fine from their injuries, thank you.]

[lieutenantantichrist]

Good for you. You have it all for yourself here, except for the real horses. Who're on fire.

I haven't seen any of you kids who're in on this delusion go as far as to graze yet.

[buckyouup]

Believe me, I've tried. Got real sick. This human body doesn't digest it the same way my old one did.

[lieutenantantichrist]

You have honest to god tried to eat grass.

You want some advice? Don't do that.

[buckyouup]

An' how was I supposed t'know it would do that? You humans are so different from anythin' I've ever seen that I had no idea what t'do when I first got here.

[lieutenantantichrist]

You're not supposed to have to get told these things. Don't eat grass is pretty damn basic. You want some lessons about not hugging things that are on fire, too?

[exasperatedly poking at some of the holes in her story] If you don't have people, who makes your horseshoes?

[buckyouup]

We do?

[Seriously, do humans have something else make their shoes for them?]

We make everythin' we use.

[lieutenantantichrist]

[Hah! He has you there.]

You can't make anything without thumbs. Besides, horses are scared of fire.

[buckyouup]

We don't need thumbs.

[She's not even going to dignify the "fire" comment with a response. Applejack doesn't afraid of anything.]