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revenance_rpg2013-12-17 11:40 am
sailorgenerous) wrote in revenance_rpg2013-12-17 11:40 am
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Nothing a Little Paint Can't Fix
Who: Rarity and Amaterasu
What: A minor paint job to make one Timberwolf slightly less terrifying.
Where: The Carousel Boutique, Ponyville Edition
When: Afternoon
Warnings: None
Admittedly, Rarity was still a bit embarrassed at her initial reaction to Amaterasu's appearance in Ponyville. It would have made perfect sense if she'd been a real timber wolf; as it was, it was simply a terrible way to greet a newcomer to the world. The Spirit fight that had ensued certainly hadn't helped matters. The best she could do now was be grateful that there were no real timberwolves in Ponyville at the moment and offer her services to Amaterasu. "Just a bit longer," she told her, referencing the pattern Ammy had drawn for her before carefully rounding out the curve of one of the blue lines she'd painted. "We're almost done."
Spike, sitting in a corner of the room, gnawed on the ball of yarn Rarity had given him (along with very firm instructions to behave) and kept an eye on Ammy's Spirits, just in case.
What: A minor paint job to make one Timberwolf slightly less terrifying.
Where: The Carousel Boutique, Ponyville Edition
When: Afternoon
Warnings: None
Admittedly, Rarity was still a bit embarrassed at her initial reaction to Amaterasu's appearance in Ponyville. It would have made perfect sense if she'd been a real timber wolf; as it was, it was simply a terrible way to greet a newcomer to the world. The Spirit fight that had ensued certainly hadn't helped matters. The best she could do now was be grateful that there were no real timberwolves in Ponyville at the moment and offer her services to Amaterasu. "Just a bit longer," she told her, referencing the pattern Ammy had drawn for her before carefully rounding out the curve of one of the blue lines she'd painted. "We're almost done."
Spike, sitting in a corner of the room, gnawed on the ball of yarn Rarity had given him (along with very firm instructions to behave) and kept an eye on Ammy's Spirits, just in case.