Not Yellow Diamond

@@J.R., In zealous, springing leaps, Twilight skipped underneath the shining sun; her head swam and budded with ideas like they were spring daisies. Her muzzle snuffled, and she felt a delight crispness around the rim of her nostrils. Her navy blue mane flowed, caressed by a frail breeze. Her radiant eyes shimmered and danced, as they frolicked from pony to pony. It'd been a while since she'd seen another pony, ninety six hours, thirty three minutes, and thirteen seconds to be exact. Couldn't blame her though, she was preparing for the Equestrian Reader's Rally competition; she was going on nineteen years straight, and this year would be her tangy taste of twenty. She padded across town, passed through the crowded main square, and went down the stone road to the opposite side of the main square. She slipped around a corner and began trotting to the school building to drop off her word of daily wisdom to the foals. The vivid smile on her face wavered as a tiny droplet of water landed smack-dab on the middle of her maw. Her eyes crossed, and she cocked her brow. Another water droplet fell. Then another, and another, until a barrage of water pellets were cascading her. She glanced upwards to see a tiny grey cloud, and an disgruntled frown passed her muzzle. She crouched down low to the ground, her plot high in the air, and she planted her left forehoof onto the ground. In a zip, she was off the ground, spiralling through the rain in a corkscrew and at the base of the cloud. She leaned backwards, and swung a hindleg into the base of the cloud. The cloud poofed, and her mouth twisted in satisfaction. She'd have to scold Rainbow Dash this. She blinked and put a hoof to her chin, wait, isn't today Rainbow's day off? Her head did a one eighty and about a few hundred meters away she spotted a lazy, yellow stallion passed out on a cloud. "Hey!" She yelled. --- "Ughhhhh," the pink alicorn grumbled, as she covered her flittering eyes from the imposing sun, "five more minutes, Auntie?" She turned on her side and faced away from the sun. It persisted; it stalked her through the window. Brow furrowed and eyes sealed shut, she whispered between her clamped teeth, "Shining? Hun? Shining?" She opened her eyes, and placed her hoof on her temple to shield her eyes from the sun's annoying glare. She frowned. The stallion wasn't snoring away like he usually did on his off day. She propped her self up and surveyed the room, then took a double take. She groaned. "Shining Armor," she yelled, only to hear her own echo resonate down their white, black-spattered marble hallway. Once the echo faded, and no answer came, she rolled her eyes and threw the covers off her lower half. "It's way too early for this." She glanced at her digital clock, flashing in red, bold numbers, '2:30.' "Oh for buck's sake."

@@J.R., Cadence was very attentive to ice Blizzard; she was looking at him, and she was responding with conscise 'mhmms' but on the inside, she couldn't be any further away from him. Where was Shining Armor? Who was he looking for? Who was more important that he wasn't there beside her. She wanted an answer. Almost instantaneously as Ice finished, she said: "Thank you for keeping me ompany Ice; I appreciate it." She said superficially, "Now, where did you say Shining Armor was?" She asked him, flashing with her beady lilac eyes; almost too adorable to ignore.

@@J.R., Cadence ears grew and within in a minute's time she had a discord of thoughts and questions, starting with Shining Armor and going on from there. She chuckled, "Shining's gone? Looking for my magic?" She didn't believe it; her magic wasn't gone, what did he mean gone? "You must be pretty tired from watching me; my magic isn't gone." She smiled. She thought about Shining Armor. Where was he? Maybe like 'Icesius' said, in the Whitetail Woods, but why? She needed him here; she wanted him here. So, why wasn't he? --- At the base of the mountain was a valley made entirely of snow, and it would stay that way throughout Winter. The snowfall was much lighter than it was at the peak of the mountain. but it was still falling. She shivered, chills running through her body, numbing her Spine and shooting underneath her skin like a poison. She could handle the cold, but she'd been out there for days, and that was an understatement. Between the time she spent passed out, and dazed, she couldn't take an accurate guess. It didn't matter though, she didn't think about that. If she were a normal pony, she would have been dead nine time over, but she was anything but. She had two things on her mind--her pitbull of a stomach and Bangcolt--and she had a while to think about them.

@@J.R., Cadence opened her bleary eyes slowly, half-dazed from pain-relief pills, fluids being pumped into her body, and the lenghty hospital stay. She tried to focus her vision, but she heard him before she saw him. He had clean voice, though his words were muddled--no fault to him--his voice was smooth. She adjusted her eyes until, finally, they identified the stallion. It was not anypony she had ever seen before. Perhaps they were on the hospital staff? No; they were not in uniform. She smiled nervously, hearing the last half of his miniature ramble about food. "Thank you, but I'll pass." The pony was familiar; she knew him or at least recognized him. It was slipping her mind, Colbalt? No. Jaguar Dungee? Too built, and not tall enough. She'd rather not call him something wrong and risk being rude, so she took the safe route. "I'm sorry, but who did you say you were? I think I know, but I'm not entirely sure. My memory must have been a little jarred from the accident." She grinned, lifting her hoof like a sloth and pretend tapping skull then dropping the pupil in her lazy eye to roll around in the base of her iris before giggling like a school filly..

The granite earth was brittle, chilling to the touch, frosted over by a thin layer of crystalline dew. The crisp winds howled like a timber-wolf. The bleak sky was swallowed by humongous gray clouds that overtook the horizon, blanketing the peaks in a thick white. The mountain tops were all white, not a sliver of color for miles... Then, she opened her eyes, and there was blue--two light cerulean gems so bright, they could be seen from miles and miles away, despite the heavy snowfall. Her eyes were like a lighthouse in a midnight fog, cutting through the overcast, glittering without effort. She tramped through the winter wasteland, pushing forwards with all her strength. By now, her lips were beyond chapped, and her ears were numb. Her bones rattled and teeth chattered like Pinkie Pie. She had been out there for hours, too many to count, she'd take a guess, but she wasn't one for assuming. Eventually, she made it to the peak of the mountain, her body had nearly frozen over, Her legs were leaves in a hurricane, and her eyes were bleary. She didn't look anywhere in particular; she looked far. The snow limited her vision, but she kept trying. She wondered if the snow would clear but only out of desperation; she knew it wouldn't clear. It never cleared. Maybe she should rest? But what if the snow cleared? No, it wouldn't clear. But what if? She fell to her knees in the lush, cool snow and shivered. Maybe she should rest. She'd like rest; it'd been a while. Maybe she would rest. Yeah...rest... Rest sounded good...

She looks like Cheese

@@Star Saber, After a few rounds around town the two were stocked on a variety of half-price, supplies, ranging from the essentials; food and water all the way to some questionable purchases, to say the least. Party hats and confetti weren't neccessarily, top priority to most ponies but they sure were to Pinkie. She smiled, glancing over to Ash with a now, humungous pile of rations to carry. "Thanks Ashie," she giggled, booping him on the nose. "Want a party blower?" She asked, popping one in her mouth and another in his. She blew on it and out came a shriller noise and confetti which resulted in her laughing.

@@DarkusX, Gilda walked through the concrete halls, tall and vast, empty, just how she liked it. There was plenty of room to fly around, do tricks and let her imagination run loose, with her lost ambitions of becoming a wonderbolt. Though she wondered if she ever really wanted to be one or if she just said she did because Dash did. Never really occured to her until now but she dissmissed it quick after the discovery. She walked along until she finally saw a brush of light, coming over a crevise in the wall. Just past the crevise was the open entry way, a funnel leading onto the field. Gilda smirked, proudly walking, shoulders straight and head high. She put her talons to the ground one last time, feeling brittle earth instead of cool, hard, concrete. She clenched it and leered, narrowing her eyes, "Let's do this." She said. @@Unicorncob, @@Fractured, Minuette undid her white apron and folded it up before tossing it on the dentistry chair, "All good to go," she said. With a smile replacing her usual dull mask she had on at work. "So, apart from everything. How have you two been holding up. We have a lot to catch up on."

So my friend has a problem and he linked me to it, now he won't answer. Yeah it's only been like 5 minutes but now I'm thinking of mean/funny responses for when he comes up. Ex: "So, Grow a pair or borrow your mother's." Not funny and not too terrible. That's a win

@@Photon Jet, Double Diamond gave Photon a nervous look, and let out a few meek sounds; similar to a chuckle but more of a subconcsious reflex of some sort, "Oh, I wish I could," He llied, "But I can't really remember anything from there all too well." In his latter statement stood some truth but it wasn't full to any extent. He shook his head, trying to rid himself of any memories. Once he stopped he glanced at Photon, "So, where did you come from?" @@Unicorncob, Amethyst grinned, watching Cloudchaser turn the key, with a little, twist, turn and rattle the door was open. Amethyst took a step behind Cloudchaser and tripped, being the fragile pony she was. She avoided a quick meet and greet as she leaned up against the door frame. She stood straight up and shook off her stumble, wiping dust away from her shoulders. Amethyst then limped in behind CC; she saw an open kitchen, overlooking a medium sized living area that connected to a hallway, leading to what she believed was a bathroom (to share of course) and a bedroom. It was luxury compared to her usual residences. She couldn't be happier as a wide smile made a niche in her face. If she didn't know any better, before now, she would of thought that it would never happen again. But here she was, smiling away, like an overjoyed filly.

@@Fractured, Night Tracer stayed rested upon Luna's shoulder, no longer crying but still shaking; it wasn't as much as before but nonetheless, shaking. He laid quiet--coddled by Luna's embrace--his thoughts were no longer racing, the walls had widened once more and the air had thickened. Leaving him in silence, calm like an infant just put to rest. Even though he was calm he still kept his eyes shut, sewn together with an iron pin, laced with nylon, durable and unable to wither. He yearned to look into Luna's bright, cyan eyes but they--they were unpredictable, intimidating, whereas the darkness was reliable, solitude was consistent. He'd be on his own, with nothing; sweet nothing. But idle time, even though the darkness was reliable his imagination was not; spasmodic and wild. Leaving him to fend himself from his menacing fears. Memories formed in the darkness, etched into his eyelids like engraving in stone. He shuddered, being reminded of all the hell and pain. Night Tracer squeezed her tighter, as nasty thoughts engulfed him. He wanted to look at her eyes but he was scared--What would he see? The lifeless chill of his mother's eyes; unmoving and cold? Or, the glare from his father; hysterical and insane, loose like a maniac, Perhaps the innocent look of his sister. the one he turned away from. The sorry magenta eyes--dazzling like pristine amethyst, pure, clean cut at the surface, but buried beneath was hard rock, easy to shatter, even easier to wisp away. The grim looks of his past, jolted him. He pushed back and opened his eyes to meet Luna's. They were nothing as he imagined--not lifeless, not crooked, not synthetic but they were tired--just like his. His mouth twisted slightly upwards and he sighed; relieved. He embraced her once more but this time his head was next to hers. He whispered into her ear, "I forgive you..." Only to echo it once more, inaudibly, "I forgive you.." And with that he disappeared, reappearing into reality--eyes wide and his spine tingling

I don't subscribe to anyone... but, if anyone I consider myself, "following," it's NigaHiga It's amazing XD

@@Sky Knight, "You'd have to be more specific... I don't... I don't... Wait? Huh?"

Oh you unlucky son of a gun You're the last person where my number of questions ascend...So, have fun with that 1.) If you were to describe your entire life in one word, what would it be? 2.) Your stranded on an island. What now? 3.) How attractive are you? 4.) Do you get agitated easily? 5.) How tall are you? 6.) What kind of music do you listen to? 7.) Assuming My Mixtape wasn't one of those--why haven't you listened to my mixtape? 8.) In a relationship (Ah Symantecs...) 9.) What is something you love about the world? 10.) What is something you hate about the world? 11.) Least Favorite Mane Six? 12.) Favorite Mane Six? 13.) Favorite pair of siblings from the show? 14.) Favorite Episode? 15.) Least Favorite Episode? 16.) Favorite Songs? 17.) Ever wrote a song? 18.) Have any pony merchandise? 19.) Worst physical pain you've felt? 19.) Do you believe there are dumb questions? (If not, I can change that?) 20.) Yes or no? No context... Just, yes or no? 21.) Half full or half empty? 22.) Ever filed a restraining order? 23.) Ever been to Six Flags? 24.) Say you win a million dollars, unfortunately, it's all eaten by a pelican before you get a dime of it. How mad would you be? 25.) Jeans or Shorts? 26.) Do you drink starbucks? 27..) Ever invented anything? 28.) You ever met, Nervous Stitch. Your thoughts 29.) You starting to get a bit tired of these questions? 30.) What's quadratic formula? 31.) Thanks for the help, now, what's the atomic number of Lithium? 32.) Also, do you know the atomic mass of Copper? 33.) Did you have to use google? 34.) Say you didn't use google or someone else didn't use it because they just knew it... Are they a nerd? 35.) Speaking of nerds--favorite candy? 36.) Speaking of candy--what do you think of Hillary Clinton? 37.) Brad Pitt and Nervous Stitch get in a fight, who wins? 38..) Who would you go gay for? 39.) Can you play any instruments? 40.) Would you learn how to play the trumpet if I asked? 41.) Would 75$ change your mind? 42.) Glass half-full or half-empty? 43.) By the way, did I ever answer our PM I'm probably the one lagging again XD 44.) Is the pirate life the life for you? 45.) Are you a good impressionist? 46.) Any weird pet peeves? Example: It irritates me when people, instead of saying, "7 or 8." They say, "8 or 7." 47.) Did you notice I skipped nineteen? 48.) Did you check? 49.) Are you now aware that I didn't skip nineteen? 50.) What did I do with question nineteen? 51.) Your thoughts on this song: 52.) Do you want children? 53.) How important is getting married in your life? 54.) I have an art request... Care to help me out? XD 55.) Did the number of questions being asked influence your answer to the previous question? 56.) How long has it taken you to get this far? 57.) Tempted to skip a question or two? 58.) If you got a week in Equestria, what would you do? 59.) Dream Vacation? 60.) Are California Girls just as Katy Perry decribes them to be? 61.) Where's your V-Card? 62.) Dream Job? 63.) How badly did you not want to answer number sixty one? 64.) Are/Were you a good student? 65.) Could you have better spent your time than on questions on a pony forum? 66.) Do you want to be the very best; the best their ever was? 67.) Like sports? 68.) Do you support the illegalization of Smoking? 69.) Ever been in a mascot costume; how was that? 70.) Ideal, "last meal?" 71.) How has your opinion of me changed throughout this Q&A? Not at all? Wonderful 72.) 5, 6, 7, 8, who do you appreciate? 73.) Most Prized Material possesion? 74.) Picked up on my random Captilazation? 75.) What would you do for a klondike bar? 76.) What is on the top of your list as far as short term goals? 77.) Favorite youtubers? 78.) Gamer or no? 79.) Did you enjoy answering these questions?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kAplLy3tzmI Only Song ever... Well, an overdose of feels. (I cried. Yeah :'D) And... This song almost made me...

@@DarkusX, Gilda got slightly upset as she raised her voice, "Hey." But Falza had turned the corner already, it wasn't worth the effort to get him either, that would be done in the arena. Gilda smirked, thinking about the pony. If he wasn't going to be nice then she wouldn't either. Perhaps he'd come around after a good flank whoopin'. She walked through a set of double doors and disappeared into the dark, concrete walkways under the stadium that would lead her to the armory.

@@Star Saber, Ash was right, no one could make her say anything, even though she wanted to tell Josh, it was rather personal. Even the most outward of ponies have some things they keep to themselves. After hours of silence and minor chit chat they arrived in Canterlot where Pinkie was prompted with a question, "Well, Ashie, it depends on what we need. If you need someone who sells tents, there's terries' and if you need someone who sells beach balls, theres blazing beaches, or if you need to buy cake--What am I talking about. I have cake right here." She pulled out a giant birthday cake, lemon morain; she devoured it in one bite. "Mmm, mmm, Depositivleylicious. Don't worry; there is more from where that came from." She leaned in and whispered.