Nightfall

"Share your tent..? Are you sure, Azura?" He blushed a deep red. "And, um... No, I don't snore, as far as I know... So... I guess... If you are sure, I shouldn't pass up the chance for shelter. I don't know if I would get another chance... So I guess I'll sleep with you. I mean, I'll sleep in your tent. Not with you, but in your tent... Like, next to you or something." Featherstone was as deep red as he could get. He kept walking beside her, looking up to see the forest getting very close.

He blushed a little, seeing her smile back at him. "I'm Featherstone." He looked at the ground for a moment. "And, um... I'd like to mention now that... that I've never done anything like this before; that is to say, I've never really been out of a town for too long, so... I don't have a tent..." He blushed, mentally facehoofing and wondering why he was telling her this.

Featherstone checked himself, realizing that he didn't own a tent, so he couldn't have brought one with him. And her cute smile made him blush. He followed her out, taking the moment to trot up beside her. "So, are you Azura?" He looked sideways at her as they walked.

Nightfall had arrived and was watching the pony who introduced herself as... Well, the flier said her name was Azura, but he didn't know much else about her. He sat silently, even as a late-shower came to the meeting. He kept looking her up and down, and thought that she was pretty.

The stab. That's what he felt. It was in his side, and it felt horrible. Not as bad as being shot, mind you, but it hurt badly. With the strength he could muster, he rolled Red off of him. This wasn't how he was planning his day to go; he wasn't planning to be in the ER while Star went to her appointment.

Chamois didn't sound herself; she sounded too cheerful. Nightfall listened to every word she said, and her "cheerfulness" was beginning to make him wonder if she was under some kind of spell. He wondered if she was secretly a spy; his paranoia began its work.

Nightfall, or rather, Dusk Graystone followed Rarity up the stairs, eventually reaching the top floor, looking a little tired. He hadn't used his magic for the first couple of floors. But then, he had realized that something might break, or he might not get to the top looking so pleasant to talk to. On his way up, a little panic creeped into his mind. "What if you don't get up there fast enough? She's sure to reject you, seeing as she doesn't trust you at all, and then- No, she does trust you, enough to invite you to the top floor, but she obviously doesn't trust you at the same time, seeing as she was glaring daggers at you earlier. Well, if you don't hurry, she'll get angry, and then maybe she will reject you, and maybe you'll become a target of her own assassins." He quickly dispelled all thoughts of being rejected, however, thinking that they would come true and that if he kept thinking on them, that his success would drop drastically. Soon enough, he found himself on the top floor with Lady Rarity herself. He felt ready to make his case.

Nightfall woke up. The sun was shining, but he remembered that he had to be at the town hall at some point in time before the afternoon. He look around, collecting a few things he thought he might need and putting them in his saddle bag. He then started towards the town hall, grabbing some breakfast-to-go on the way.

Nightfall lay there, with Red on him, pinning him down. He saw a few stars before regaining vision. He felt a cold blade on his throat. "Revenge? Is that all you want?" Star had bucked the new pony, but everything was still whirling around too quickly. He hoped Star had knocked him off.

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(I'm trying to keep Red on his toes, as well as being chivalrous. Ladies first. ) Nightfall followed Star out of the door, but noticed another pony, one who was more familiar. But he didn't recognize him until it clicked. Something about a war, and this was one of the ponies on the opposing side. Nightfall trotted between him and Star, but kept moving.

"I'm not sure that you have to eat healthy when your pregnant. I mean, of course you can't eat unhealthy all the time, but this pie shouldn't hurt the baby." He followed her sight, and looked at the blueberry pie. He looked back at her and smiled. "Three slices of blueberry pie, please." The baker gave him the three pieces, and he took out the money necessary and gave it to the baker. He turned to Start and held the door open for her. "There's one for me, and two for you, in case you get a late night craving or something."

"Lets go with a blueberry pie. Unless, of course, you want another flavored pie. In that case, we'll get any flavor pie that you want." He trotted off, staying next to her. He was oblivious to a brown pony, stalking him by way of the roves of the stores near the market.

"I'm not fully sure. But I do certainly recognize him; or at least, I think I do. But I can't imagine where I know him from." He sighed. "But that's not a big deal right now." He turned back to her. "Right. Should we grab some pie before we go home?" He smiled at her, waiting for an answer.

I remember that now... but... would that happen before this RP..? Well... then I guess we could make it happen before this RP.

Nightfall turned and saw Rarity. But before he could do anything, he felt as if his heart were pierced but coldness, the coldness of Lady Rarity's stare. "Good evening, your ladyship. I am hear to talk to you about something I have invented. Something that could help this house against the Diamond Dogs." He looked at the guards. "But I would like to show it to you where we won't be... interrupted, or for lack of a better word... disturbed." He bowed a little after saying this, then looked around, hoping Rarity would approve. But he couldn't be so sure, so he decided to at least have a back-up plan. "Or, if you need a guard, just have them outside the door. Prying eyes are not what I want." He looked the lady over. "And if she rejects, what then? Well, then I will go to Fancy Pants and try. He may have a use for it if Rarity finds that she doesn't. And if Fancy Pants rejects... I'll find another house. I cannot afford to let this engine and all the years I spent on it go to nothing but waste and ruin. I will not allow that." He glanced around, finally setting his eyes back on her.

Nightfall smiled, but heard a commotion. He noticed a pony climbing to the roof and running in the opposite direction. He took a couple of steps forward, and narrowed his eyes, trying to remember where he had seen this pony before. But nothing came to him. He looked back at his wife and smiled.

He let go of her, beaming, still excited. "We still have time to go get our things from the market and go home for a small rest before we have to be at our appointment." He couldn't stop smiling. He nuzzled Star, then started moving towards the marketplace.

What she said made him more excited. So excited, in fact, that he immediately stopped and hugged her tightly, shaking with joy. "Oh, Star! I- I honestly can't describe how happy I am right now! Oh, this is so exciting!" He nearly had to trot in place to help release all the excitement pent up in him.

"Today?" He blinked. "That's perfect." He smiled again, but this time a much bigger smile than before. "Thanks so much." He turned and started trotting towards the door, holding himself back from breaking into song and dancing, all while hugging Star. Nothing could make him happier, except to hear that he was having a foal.

(Uh... uh... Dr. Johnston! (I don't know!! )) Nightfall trotted up to the reception desk. "Hello. My wife and I are hear to make an appointment; we want to know if she will be having a foal or not." He smiled, and when he said "foal," he brightened a little bit. It was obvious he was hoping that they were.

"I was just thinking the same thing... you know what they say, great minds think alike." He smiled greatly, putting a wing over Star as they walked together towards the Canterlot Hospital to make an appointment to see if Star would be having a foal soon.

Almost true, Shooga Pwum. Known for feeling like you're stalking me, Smitty.

(Well, then. That settles it. Except I don't have dice, so... Yeah. But a pegasus with faint stripes. Sounds good!) He hugged her back, smiling widely. "We could take one of the tests... But... I've heard they some of them do tend to- not tell the correct result. We should probably just make an appointment. Then we could go shopping, if you're still up for it."

For having an OC married to my main OC in an RP.