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The sky seemed painted. The clouds drifted aimlessly. The ocean reflected all this. Should I really tell him? That I'm in love, too? Felicity hesitated. "I- I-" Her heart went berserk.

Yes!

 

Yes!

 

Yes!

 

Yes!

Felicity looked up at him. "Yes, Scribblegroove. Every other stallion in Equestria can only see me for how I look. But you... seem genuinely interested in me. My heart- it keeps calling out to me when I look at you. It says Yes! Yes! Yes! And my mother always told me to listen to my heart. And I will."

"Oh Felicity, that's what makes you so special. You didn't let your beauty corrupt your heart! Your beauty remained your outer shell and did not BECOME your personality!" He said in extase. She seemed in so much pain about something he could solve so easily. "It's your looks that attracted me, but it's you and only you who trapped my heart and calmed my mind... I- I can't believe this! The first mare I fall in love with falls in love with me as well! Keep listening to you heart Felicity, for that is what makes you... It's what makes you the most wonderful of all mares." He remembered all the empty headed models, all the selfish and stupid mares that tried to get his attention. He hadn't given them a single look, because their outer shell had become what they were... An empty shell without a heart. But felicity was a pounding, overflowing heart with a thick, beautiful shell around it. He had been given the privilege to break through and reveal the mare that was really hiding behind that beautiful face.

 

He heard her heartbeat. He heard it's rythm, it's continual pounding. His entire life had been built around rythm, and now that he had found the heart of a loved one, he could hear his heart slowly synchronising with hers. It created a rythm so complex yet so beautiful and rock solid, that he immediately wrote it down in his mind. He would compose a song on that rythm, and it would be their song. The soung of two hearts.

 

He moved a little closer to felicity and pulled her to his side. He saw the last light of the day slip behind the edge of the world. He felt a peace. He felt that the moment was right. He looked into Felicities eyes. "For the first time in my life I feel complete..." And with the synchronised rythm of their hearts, the stars appearing above their heads like angels and the sea slowly crashing in the background, he brought his head closer to Felicities.

 

(Perhaps a little rushed, but wow this is romantic...)


How would you walk, how would you talk if you thought: "Three percent of the population likes classical music, if only we could get it up to four percent we'd be back in business and all our problems would be over." How would you walk, how would you talk if you thought: "Everybody loves classical music! They just haven't found out about it yet!" It's an entirely different world. It's what you make of it that counts.

 

I found an easy way to find out if you've inspired someone. If their eyes are shining, you know you're doing it!

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She started to move her wings

"I'll be out for a while...i wanna make a bit of practise alone"

She started to approach the window

"Don't worry,darling.I'll come later*kisses you*"

She jumped to the window,and a blue streak crossed the sky upwards.

 

@

She flew for a while around the hotel

"That's what i needed...to spread my wings a while...Mmm...it's being a bit late...i should go back"

She started to flew again to the hotel,until something catched her eye...

"Felicity?What's she doing there?"

She flew to a near place,where she could see what was going on...

 

She ended hearing that last thing...she was extremely happy for her

When i talk with you again,you'll have a very long story to tell,just like me...

 

And she started to fly again,towards the hotel

Thunder noticed Lightwing coming in. After all, she wasn't the quietest flyer. "So, how was your flying around? Did a lot of practising? Or did you go around and get luck with other stallions?" Thunder said as a joke. He still layed on the bed but had his head tilted towards Lightwing.

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Thunder noticed Lightwing coming in. After all, she wasn't the quietest flyer. "So, how was your flying around? Did a lot of practising? Or did you go around and get luck with other stallions?" Thunder said as a joke. He still layed on the bed but had his head tilted towards Lightwing.

She laughed at that question

"Oh,stallions?Yeah yeah,i met 6 stallions,but,don't worry,i only kissed 5 ;) "

"And about practising,is always good.When you'll want to race me?We've done a lot of things on the bed,but i want a 1vs1 race onee day,against you"

"What do you say,Wanna race me?"

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She laughed at that question

"Oh,stallions?Yeah yeah,i met 6 stallions,but,don't worry,i only kissed 5 ;) "

"And about practising,is always good.When you'll want to race me?We've done a lot of things on the bed,but i want a 1vs1 race onee day,against you"

"What do you say,Wanna race me?"

Thunder smiled. "And? Are they better at kissing than i am?" Thunder walked up to Lightwing and kissed her. He used his tonge quite vigorousley. "And don't worry, someday we'll have a race. I promise you."

 

((I'll be gone for quite some time or maybe not but i probably will be.))

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Thunder smiled. "And? Are they better at kissing than i am?" Thunder walked up to Lightwing and kissed her. He used his tonge quite vigorousley. "And don't worry, someday we'll have a race. I promise you."

 

((I'll be gone for quite some time or maybe not but i probably will be.))

She started to "wonder"

"Mmm...they kissed well...vut not like you..."

She gave him a little kiss

"Why won't we go to see how the others they are?I don't know for you,but i'm pretty curious.Do you want join in?"

I wonder how's felicity.I hope that stallion didn'g break her hear,because if he did that...

Suddenly,a memory of him flying through the sky,to crash against a wall appeared on her mind

But i can't be so negative :P

 

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She started to "wonder"

"Mmm...they kissed well...vut not like you..."

She gave him a little kiss

"Why won't we go to see how the others they are?I don't know for you,but i'm pretty curious.Do you want join in?"

I wonder how's felicity.I hope that stallion didn'g break her hear,because if he did that...

Suddenly,a memory of him flying through the sky,to crash against a wall appeared on her mind

But i can't be so negative :P

 

((Oot:My ic is extremely vengative.If you make something that hurts her,you'll see what happens;)))

"I'll just follow you." Thunder said. He knew Lightwing had been spying... No... Looking after Felicity so he expected she's want to check up on her, but he asked to be certain. "Where are we going? On what others are we going to check up?" Thunder truly wanted to know this.

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(His cutie mark is a heart with a puzzle piece missing from it and the puzzle piece right near the heart)

 

Heart was really loving how this mare was opening up and sharing with him. He liked being able to share with a shy pony like her and help her come out of her shell and really enjoy herself. He rarely got to met mares like that in his work, there is a certain brazenness that has to come with ordering a stallion for hire. "I've never been very musical myself so I can't say I understand it all that much, but I love to listen to music. I'd love to hear you sing later tonight, if you let me of course." He was speaking from the heart about that, he could tell from just the way the mare talked about it that she would have an amazing voice.

 

He didn't let the conversation linger on it afraid her shyness would make her refuse his request outright. Instead he moved on to his own cutie mark and gave a little laugh, "my own special talent is a bit hard to describe or apply to a hobby, it's my intuition. I've got a six sense for what somepony wants or needs. I was pretty much perfect for my line of work." He sighed, "It's easy to be the stallion a pony wants for a night when you know what they want you to be or what they want you to do. I guess that kinda explains why I like gardening, it's a lot easier to give a plant what it wants and I don't get mixed up between what somepony else wants and what I want."

 

He realized how dark, deceitful and depressing he was making this sound and backtracked, "but I love my talent cause it's what I really enjoy! I mean, I love to see other ponies happy and fulfilled! There's nothing like knowing you made someone happy. Just my job makes it feel a bit cheapened and having the talent makes me feel like I'm cheating somehow. That's why I'm here I want to find something real."

 

He sighed that hadn't sounded right either, he just couldn't find the right words tonight, "Sorry, I'm-I'm doing a terrible job of explain this."

 

Streamsung understood the stallion, or at least how he felt. "Don't worry, I wouldn't have been able to explain it any better... And maybe, you know, the fact that you are trying to explain it says enough." She said. He seemed to be unable to express himself completely, a little bit like her. Unlike her he at least tried. "It's a strange talent indeed, and though your-Um... Occupation may fall it a bit short, it is a good way of using your talent... I guess. Though with a talent like that you might also make a good psychiatrist... Or perhaps a social worker?" She was trailing off a little. As she sat down by a table she smiled at the idea she got. She wasn't sure if she should, but with him around she felt like she could openly talk about it a little more...

 

Streamsung put her hair behind her ear so she could see him properly, and he could see her face and eyes. "I guess you put your talents to use the way you want them to. It doesn't really matter how, as long as you do what you love..." She said, hoping to male him think that she understood him. Though she found his occupation something awkward to talk about, she didn't really mind at all. What she did think about is if he knew what she needed. Even without his special talent his experiance with mares in general would perhaps give him an idea. She thought of this mostly because she didn't know what she wanted herself...

 

She looked around the resteaurant. "When you said you only heard good things about this place you weren't exaggerating. This looks like a really nice place..." She said. She gave the menu a quick look, and immediately decided what she wanted. She didn't really mind what to eat though, as they were mostly going to talk anyway. "So, what are you haveing?" She asked Heart.

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How would you walk, how would you talk if you thought: "Three percent of the population likes classical music, if only we could get it up to four percent we'd be back in business and all our problems would be over." How would you walk, how would you talk if you thought: "Everybody loves classical music! They just haven't found out about it yet!" It's an entirely different world. It's what you make of it that counts.

 

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Heart nodded along with what Streamsung was saying and when she moved her mane behind her ear he found he couldn't take his eyes away from her for a more than a second. It wasn't just how cute she looked but also how fantastic it felt to be with someone who was genuinely interested in who he was. "I've thought about being a psychologist before, I'd have to go back to school but I always thought it would be worth it..." He hesitated, and tore his emerald eyes away from her beautiful violet ones "...It was actually what I had wanted to be when I was a colt but pressures from my family kind of shut that down. I'd rather not talk about them if that's okay." He added quickly not wanting her to even ask about them.

 

To not let the conversation lull he flipped one his menu, "I was thinking we could split the artichoke dip and pretzel crisp appetizer. And I'm between the Creamy Portobello mushroom burger with a side of garlic sautéed spinach or the Canterlot royal Salad with a side of stuffed button mushrooms for dinner. What do you think?" He hadn't even really looked at the menu, he'd gotten into the habit of looking up places he planned to dine at beforehand so he could give his company without distraction.

 

A rather thin looking Minotaur in classy server apparel approached the table, "good evening, my name is Silken Steel and I'll be your server tonight. May I take your drink orders?"

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Streamsung nearly started to salivate to the idea of all that good food. She wasn't a big eater, but she did like good food. "That all sounds great to me! Whatever you say, you seem to know what you are talking about..." She said as she put down the menu. "You know, to become a teacher I had to take a course in psychology as well... I did it next to my studies. It's a good place. You could go there anyway, you don't really need any previous studies I believe... It's in canterlot I believe." She said. It was a while ago, but she did enjoy it there. The canterlot library had quite a few courses throughout the year.

 

She turned to the minotaur.

 

"I'd like to have..." She quickly opened the menu again and skimmed through it. "A small glass of strong mintodic, and a bottle of mineral water." Mintodic was the only thing she recognized of all the alcoholic drinks. It was quite a strong beverage, and made to be nipped, but she like to water it down so much that only a little of the taste amplified the freshness of the water. She looked back at Heart. She hadn't noticed how flashy his eyes were up until now. She didn't look at them for too long though, as she was afraid he would notice that she was staring at him.


How would you walk, how would you talk if you thought: "Three percent of the population likes classical music, if only we could get it up to four percent we'd be back in business and all our problems would be over." How would you walk, how would you talk if you thought: "Everybody loves classical music! They just haven't found out about it yet!" It's an entirely different world. It's what you make of it that counts.

 

I found an easy way to find out if you've inspired someone. If their eyes are shining, you know you're doing it!

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"Oh Felicity, that's what makes you so special. You didn't let your beauty corrupt your heart! Your beauty remained your outer shell and did not BECOME your personality!" He said in extase. She seemed in so much pain about something he could solve so easily. "It's your looks that attracted me, but it's you and only you who trapped my heart and calmed my mind... I- I can't believe this! The first mare I fall in love with falls in love with me as well! Keep listening to you heart Felicity, for that is what makes you... It's what makes you the most wonderful of all mares." He remembered all the empty headed models, all the selfish and stupid mares that tried to get his attention. He hadn't given them a single look, because their outer shell had become what they were... An empty shell without a heart. But felicity was a pounding, overflowing heart with a thick, beautiful shell around it. He had been given the privilege to break through and reveal the mare that was really hiding behind that beautiful face.

He heard her heartbeat. He heard it's rythm, it's continual pounding. His entire life had been built around rythm, and now that he had found the heart of a loved one, he could hear his heart slowly synchronising with hers. It created a rythm so complex yet so beautiful and rock solid, that he immediately wrote it down in his mind. He would compose a song on that rythm, and it would be their song. The soung of two hearts.

He moved a little closer to felicity and pulled her to his side. He saw the last light of the day slip behind the edge of the world. He felt a peace. He felt that the moment was right. He looked into Felicities eyes. "For the first time in my life I feel complete..." And with the synchronised rythm of their hearts, the stars appearing above their heads like angels and the sea slowly crashing in the background, he brought his head closer to Felicities.

(Perhaps a little rushed, but wow this is romantic...)

Stars blinked on above their heads and the ocean continued its rythmic pounding. "What should I say now? Felicity decided to keep silent. As the last of the sunlight disappeared, she wondered if Lightwing knew she was out here. "I- Uhmm..."

Yes!

 

Yes!

 

Yes!

 

Yes!

Felicity leaned a little closer to Scribblegroove as well.

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*later*

She begins to wake up out of extusting sleep. She nuzzles the fluffy thing beside her as she wakes up. She sits up and squeaks blushing as she saw it was traveller.

 

(lol sorry i hadent post in a long time. School keeps be busy anuff you know. Is it ok Dentail or whatever if there in love xD?

Traveller felt a nudge behind him. He mumbled as he awoke slowly. He remembered everything from a while ago. The movie, the mare, everything. He sat up as he saw the mare next to him. Her face was bright red. He let out a tired breath. 'Hello Beninga. Sleep well?' he asked with a smile.

 

(Yeah sure, go right ahead. I dont mind.)


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As in plate tectonics.

As in two bodies sliding against each other.

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Stars blinked on above their heads and the ocean continued its rythmic pounding. "What should I say now? Felicity decided to keep silent. As the last of the sunlight disappeared, she wondered if Lightwing knew she was out here. "I- Uhmm..."

Yes!

 

Yes!

 

Yes!

 

Yes!

Felicity leaned a little closer to Scribblegroove as well.

His head was rushing, his heart was pounding. He felt their heads closing distance. Her lips were so inviting. He couldn't resist. He had to do it. On the crashing shore, in the shimmering sunset, under the flashing stars, there he would do it. He would kiss the kiss of his life. He knew it. With the few mares that he had kissed before, he had not had these feelings. He closed his eyes and pulled Felicity closer. Her warm body felt so comfortable in his hands. Her mane softly stroke against his face. His blue eyes looked into hers. Their faces inches away.

 

Then they kissed.

 

An explosion of music erupted from Scribblegrooves horn. Their hearts, so close to eahother that they could both feel it, were rushing so quickly that they had formed a complex rythm. As soon as their lips met, scribblegrooves feelings, his magic and his love-crazed mind subonsciously produced this piece of love. It ampliefied the blazing feeling he felt inside of him. He didn't stop kissing her until she let go.

 

(Song I describe in the post:

 

 

 

 

)


How would you walk, how would you talk if you thought: "Three percent of the population likes classical music, if only we could get it up to four percent we'd be back in business and all our problems would be over." How would you walk, how would you talk if you thought: "Everybody loves classical music! They just haven't found out about it yet!" It's an entirely different world. It's what you make of it that counts.

 

I found an easy way to find out if you've inspired someone. If their eyes are shining, you know you're doing it!

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"We're kissing! Ah! Ahhh! Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Ahhhh!" She opened her eyes wide. She waited for a few seconds, and then pulled away in shock. Her voice was octaves higher, and she was sweating. "Scribblegroove! You... me... that... that!" She wrapped her hooves around him and broke into tears. "We just... kissed!"

Yes!

 

Yes!

 

Yes!

 

Yes!

 

Yes!

 

Yes!

 

Yes!

We... we just kissed! Oh my gosh! What am I going to tell Mom!? "I can't believe this..."


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"We're kissing! Ah! Ahhh! Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Ahhhh!" She opened her eyes wide. She waited for a few seconds, and then pulled away in shock. Her voice was octaves higher, and she was sweating. "Scribblegroove! You... me... that... that!" She wrapped her hooves around him and broke into tears. "We just... kissed!"

Yes!

 

Yes!

 

Yes!

 

Yes!

 

Yes!

 

Yes!

 

Yes!

We... we just kissed! Oh my gosh! What am I going to tell Mom!? "I can't believe this..."

Scribblegroove's music came to a screeching halt when she didn't kiss him anymore. The music had gone, but the feeling was still there. He was concerned now though. "I... Was I too quick? I'm so sorry I got carried away by the moment and..." He started, but he didn't know what else to say, whar to do. He just held her tight. He whispered in hear ear. "It's unbelievable indeed."


How would you walk, how would you talk if you thought: "Three percent of the population likes classical music, if only we could get it up to four percent we'd be back in business and all our problems would be over." How would you walk, how would you talk if you thought: "Everybody loves classical music! They just haven't found out about it yet!" It's an entirely different world. It's what you make of it that counts.

 

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Scribblegroove's music came to a screeching halt when she didn't kiss him anymore. The music had gone, but the feeling was still there. He was concerned now though. "I... Was I too quick? I'm so sorry I got carried away by the moment and..." He started, but he didn't know what else to say, whar to do. He just held her tight. He whispered in hear ear. "It's unbelievable indeed."

"No... it wasn't too quick, it... it... Oh, Scribblegroove!" She continued to cry, but these weren't tears of sadness at all. Oh no, these were of joy. Her flute, in its case, waiting to be played by her. Every love song she had ever heard raced in her mind; she wanted to pick up her flute and play one. She wanted to run back to her suite and tell her mother. She wanted to do all this, but couldn't bring herself to do anything. So she continued crying, but it felt nice to cry. Very nice.


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"No... it wasn't too quick, it... it... Oh, Scribblegroove!" She continued to cry, but these weren't tears of sadness at all. Oh no, these were of joy. Her flute, in its case, waiting to be played by her. Every love song she had ever heard raced in her mind; she wanted to pick up her flute and play one. She wanted to run back to her suite and tell her mother. She wanted to do all this, but couldn't bring herself to do anything. So she continued crying, but it felt nice to cry. Very nice.

Scribblegroove was confused and didn't know what to do. His feelings for her were so strong that he could barely contain himself. She was crying on his chest, and he now realised it were tears of joy that she shed. He lowered his head over hers. He buried his face in her mane. He could hear her heartbeat again, and he softly started to play his music again. "I love you..." He whispered. He wanted to hold her for an eternity. He wanted to keep this feeling forever....


How would you walk, how would you talk if you thought: "Three percent of the population likes classical music, if only we could get it up to four percent we'd be back in business and all our problems would be over." How would you walk, how would you talk if you thought: "Everybody loves classical music! They just haven't found out about it yet!" It's an entirely different world. It's what you make of it that counts.

 

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Scribblegroove was confused and didn't know what to do. His feelings for her were so strong that he could barely contain himself. She was crying on his chest, and he now realised it were tears of joy that she shed. He lowered his head over hers. He buried his face in her mane. He could hear her heartbeat again, and he softly started to play his music again. "I love you..." He whispered. He wanted to hold her for an eternity. He wanted to keep this feeling forever....

"I- I love you too, Scribblegroove. With all my heart."

Yes!

 

Yes!

 

Yes!

"Now, I- I have music for you..." She sat, and wiping tears from her eyes, took her flute from its case. She recalled the perfect song for this kind of situation, and started playing.

 

(Now, I have no idea what song this could be... just try to visualize something happy and romantic at the same time.)

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"I- I love you too, Scribblegroove. With all my heart."

Yes!

 

Yes!

 

Yes!

"Now, I- I have music for you..." She sat, and wiping tears from her eyes, took her flute from its case. She recalled the perfect song for this kind of situation, and started playing.

 

(Now, I have no idea what song this could be... just try to visualize something happy and romantic at the same time.)

Scribblegroove felt the song. He felt the feeling she put into it. The music started to flow inside him. The soothening sound of her flute made it easy for him to compose other instruments around it. And as the two muscisians they were, they became one in their piece. Scribblegroove played along with her, hoping to give her the feeling that they belonged together.

 

(

 

 

This from 6:23-when the flute stops soloing...)


How would you walk, how would you talk if you thought: "Three percent of the population likes classical music, if only we could get it up to four percent we'd be back in business and all our problems would be over." How would you walk, how would you talk if you thought: "Everybody loves classical music! They just haven't found out about it yet!" It's an entirely different world. It's what you make of it that counts.

 

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"I'll order a stout, I've heard you have a Crystal Imperial import that is amazing and we'll put in an appetizer and it sounds like we're even ready to order." Heart let the montuar know his order, he chose the portobello burger.

 

"So you studied in Canterlot? Do you grow up there or in Ponyville? I've have been on trips to plenty of places but I've only ever lived in Manehatten."

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Scribblegroove felt the song. He felt the feeling she put into it. The music started to flow inside him. The soothening sound of her flute made it easy for him to compose other instruments around it. And as the two muscisians they were, they became one in their piece. Scribblegroove played along with her, hoping to give her the feeling that they belonged together.

(

 

This from 6:23-when the flute stops soloing...)

Felicity closed her eyes and smiled. She never really played with another musician, and Scribblegroove's special talent made her feel like she was playing for him, rather than with him. She wished she could make music with magic, too, but she wasn't a unicorn anyways and she felt that Scribblegroove was special, and that's why he could do it.


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"I'll order a stout, I've heard you have a Crystal Imperial import that is amazing and we'll put in an appetizer and it sounds like we're even ready to order." Heart let the montuar know his order, he chose the portobello burger.

 

"So you studied in Canterlot? Do you grow up there or in Ponyville? I've have been on trips to plenty of places but I've only ever lived in Manehatten."

Streamsung thought back of her studying years a few years ago. "I grew up in ponyville, and when I started to study geography I travelled alot. I wanted to become a hydrologist, but I was called more towards art back then... So I finished my geography course and never advanced, and the I went to the canterlot academy of music..." She briefly summarized where she had studied, and hen she realised that she had studied quite a lot.

 

"And then, when I felt the time was right, I moved back to ponyville... And that was about a year and a half ago now..." She didn't really mind talking as much now, and for the first time she felt that she actually had a lot to tell...


How would you walk, how would you talk if you thought: "Three percent of the population likes classical music, if only we could get it up to four percent we'd be back in business and all our problems would be over." How would you walk, how would you talk if you thought: "Everybody loves classical music! They just haven't found out about it yet!" It's an entirely different world. It's what you make of it that counts.

 

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Heart was seriously impressed by the amount of schooling this mare had received, she had easily doubled is education. He enjoyed it though, he had left school out of necessity but still read and taught himself when he could. His father had once said to him that a stallion that stops learning in life might as well stop living and he had tried to take that to heart. Only he found some topic were just beyond his understanding.

 

"And now you teach? How did that start? I mean you're obviously brilliant but I guess I'm surprised you didn't choose something where you got to keep pushing your knowledge. It's noble that your working with foals instead." The food had arrived, and a satyr wandered near the table playing a pan flute for atmosphere.

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Streamsungs smile faded a little. "I did want to choose something like that yes. I wanted to continue to work with music. I wanted to get really good. But I didn't find my place in that business sadly. Mostly because I don't like performing in front of others..." She started to explain. She really didn't like to do anything in front of anypony at all. It's not like she was absolutely terrified to do that, but she didn't feel comfortable.

 

"And then I wanted to do something with my geography studies and become a hydrologist after all, but the university wouldn't have me anymore. It's a little sad, but it's my own fault. I shouldn't have jumped from one study to another like that..." She realised this story was starting to get a little depressing.

 

"But anyway, it doesn't matter to me that much. I am good with foals, so teaching is the next best thing. And of course, following the studies themselves was fun as well. It's not always about the destination. I had a lot of fun, and I enjoy being a teacher." It was funny. She didn't have feelings of anxiety in front of foals, and not in front of this stallion either. Perhaps because both were so genuine. She also recognized that they both enjoyed what they were doing, but also both actually wanted something else.

 

She realised that she had been talking for quite a while "But enough about me. You got this out of me, but I still want to hear a little more about you. If you don't want to talk about your childhood or anything then... Tell me how you got your cutie mark. How did you find out about your special talent?"

Felicity closed her eyes and smiled. She never really played with another musician, and Scribblegroove's special talent made her feel like she was playing for him, rather than with him. She wished she could make music with magic, too, but she wasn't a unicorn anyways and she felt that Scribblegroove was special, and that's why he could do it.

"That was beautiful Felicity..." He said softly once the song ended. He remained silent for a while and enjoyed the sound of the sea for a while. It started to become a little cold though, and it was getting too dark to see properly.

 

"What now Felicity. We could go conquer the world together. We can go to a dance, to a bar, into town... Anything. We could go to my room, or perhaps the audio rooms. We could go to that pool party... Anything you want, I will follow you. I don't want to miss a single moment of being with you now!" He exclaimed. He knew it to be true. His heart was now hers, and there was nothing he could do about it.


How would you walk, how would you talk if you thought: "Three percent of the population likes classical music, if only we could get it up to four percent we'd be back in business and all our problems would be over." How would you walk, how would you talk if you thought: "Everybody loves classical music! They just haven't found out about it yet!" It's an entirely different world. It's what you make of it that counts.

 

I found an easy way to find out if you've inspired someone. If their eyes are shining, you know you're doing it!

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She dident know what to do. She was cuddled beside a stallion she just met! She dident even know how she got here. She chuckled as a thought came to mind, ''do... do.. you know why im here?'' she asked dumbly as she was under the covers cuddling him a little. ''because i can't rember...'' she said seeing how hansome he was. No wonder she was here.


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((So my RP mate has stopped posting for some reason...))

 

Thunder couldn't find Lightwing so he started wandering about. After a bit of walking he reached the beach. He saw Felicity and her stallion sitting. He decided to sit on a bench an look at them. That's the only thing i miss in Lightwing...

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