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014 Bushels ❦ [Action for Mahogany]
[Applejack has been quiet for the last few days. Hardly in the mood to talk, the southerner has been taking advantage of the warmer weather to get in some training. Never wanting to sit still, she takes every opportunity to run or fight or do something, but outside of her pokemon, she insists on being alone. She has to keep herself busy. So she doesn't think. So she isn't reminded.
One year. One whole year. And that's just the time she remembers. That's not counting the time she's been here before. She hasn't seen her family, her home, her orchard, in a year. She knows that time works strange here, that for her, time isn't moving back home, but that doesn't quite translate to her emotions. To her, she's spent a whole year of her life chasing strange animals while her family and her farm is without her. Stuck in some strange land, located who knows how far away from home. If she was never brought here, what would she have experienced at home? Would this year's haul be a good one? Did Apple Bloom get her cutie mark? She didn't want to think about it. She didn't want to think at all.
If you happen to be wandering in a secluded part of town, you may notice Applejack training. She may be running laps, or doing sit-ups, or training her pokemon, but one thing is instantly noticeable: she looks like shit. Her clothes are torn and her body is dirty and covered in scrapes and bruises. She looks like she hasn't slept in days. She doesn't want to. She dreams of home.]
One year. One whole year. And that's just the time she remembers. That's not counting the time she's been here before. She hasn't seen her family, her home, her orchard, in a year. She knows that time works strange here, that for her, time isn't moving back home, but that doesn't quite translate to her emotions. To her, she's spent a whole year of her life chasing strange animals while her family and her farm is without her. Stuck in some strange land, located who knows how far away from home. If she was never brought here, what would she have experienced at home? Would this year's haul be a good one? Did Apple Bloom get her cutie mark? She didn't want to think about it. She didn't want to think at all.
If you happen to be wandering in a secluded part of town, you may notice Applejack training. She may be running laps, or doing sit-ups, or training her pokemon, but one thing is instantly noticeable: she looks like shit. Her clothes are torn and her body is dirty and covered in scrapes and bruises. She looks like she hasn't slept in days. She doesn't want to. She dreams of home.]
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[She squirms, one hand reaching for the back of her head.]
Feels like y'just tried t'unroot my head, Sugarcube.
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But look on the bright side... the tangles are gone now.
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[She gives Twilight's hand a playful squeeze.]
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[She sets the brush aside, and gives her a warm hug... then murmurs:]
You're clean now, so we should probably get out.
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[Ignoring the fact that she barely has the energy to stand.]
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[Poke to the cheek.]
Besides, you need that food I made you and some decent sleep.
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[She kisses her forehead.]
But... now that y'mention it. That bed sure was cozy, an' I ain't about t'let food go t'waste.
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[Off with the water, now.]
Come on, grab a towel.
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[She snickers, reaching over and grabbing two towels and offering one to Twilight.]
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Don't bother with clothes, we're alone tonight.
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[She grins. She appreciates the privacy, though.]
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[This is a legitimate worry...]
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[She takes Twilight's hand.]
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Well, I don't want you locked up without me, so I guess I'll have to strip down and run naked through the streets too.
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[She can't help but laugh.]
But I reckon I prefer seein' you naked here with me.
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[Towel: dropped. Going over to get her sandwich now.]
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After a moment, she makes her way to bed.]
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Here. Dinner in bed.
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I couldn't be luckier.
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[Snuggles in, and stretches out an arm to flick of the light. They hardly need it to eat some sandwiches.]
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[She chuckles through bites of her sandwich.]
Just stay close, alright, Sugarcube?
[She's missed you.]
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[She's probably exaggerating.
... Maybe.]
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...I love you, Twilight.
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Sugarcube.
[Yep. She just did that.]
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You're soundin' more like an Apple every day!
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