A storm had blown in from the Everfree Forest overnight. Foals ran through the snow, laughing and playing as the older ponies worked to clear the roads. Trees bowed under the heavy load they carried, threatening to dump it on any unlucky pony to pass by. The air was fresh and clear. Every sound seemed calm and muffled.
Scootaloo plodded through the snow with her friends and their sisters, making her way to the train station. She shivered and pulled her wings closer against the chilly morning.
“What are we gonna try first?” Apple Bloom asked. “Snowpony building? Caroling? Ice skating?”
“We can do all that in Ponyville,” Scootaloo grumbled before stifling a yawn.
“Well, do ya have any other ideas?”
“Canterlot is built into a cliff, right? I heard bungee jumping is fun,” Scootaloo answered. She opened her mouth to say more and got a face full of blonde hair. She fell back, sputtering.
“Y'all care to run that one by me again, Sugarcube?” Applejack asked, looking back with the shooting glare of a protective sister.
“Oh, sis.” Apple Bloom smiled nervously. “Scootaloo's always full of crazy ideas. We wouldn't actually try any of them.”
“Uh-huh?” Applejack asked skeptically. “Y'all better not. What kinda featherbrain told you it was fun?”
Scootaloo was about to answer before a flash of rainbow caught her eye. Rainbow Dash shook her head furiously behind Applejack. “Uh, nopony. Somepony in school mentioned it.”
“Well don't even think about it. Ah don't want any of y'all getting into trouble, ya hear?”
“Alright,” Apple Bloom grumbled.
For the next few minutes, they trudged on to the train station in silence. Finally, Sweetie Belle pointed a white hoof towards the roofs ahead of them. “Look, I think I can see the smoke from the train.”
“Thank Celestia,” Scootaloo replied. “I thought I was going to freeze solid. I hope it's warm on the train.”
“We’re a couple minutes early,” Applejack said. “so stay together on the platform and Ah’ll come get you when we’re ready to board.”
It wasn’t much warmer on the platform, but at least it was free of snow. Scootaloo trotted in place, shivering against the light breeze.
“Are you alright, Scootaloo?” Sweetie Belle asked.
“Just cold. I wish the train would board already.”
“Ah saw somepony selling hot cocoa at the front of the station,” Apple Bloom said. “Let's go get some!”
“Okay.” Sweetie Belle nodded eagerly in agreement.
“Uh, that's all right,” Scootaloo said. “You two go ahead.”
“Aww come on, it'll warm you up!”
Scootaloo mumbled something unintelligible under her breath.
“Sorry, what was that?” Apple Bloom asked.
“I don't have any extra bits,” Scootaloo mumbled a bit louder.
The smile fell from Apple Bloom's face. “Oh right. Uh, sorry.”
Scootaloo shrugged, eliciting a groan from her friends. They couldn’t help but feel guilty that their pegasus compatriot never seemed to have money. The fact that she didn’t seem to care just made it worse.
“You girls ready?” Applejack asked, trotting over to them. “Have everything ya need?”
Apple Bloom glanced toward the front of the station, then at Scootaloo. “Yup.”
Scootaloo smiled at her friends. “Don't worry about me. Go get some cocoa.”
“We're really not that cold,” Sweetie Belle replied.
Applejack looked between them. She'd had one or two hard years on the farm, back before she and Big Macintosh could help with the harvest, and had worn that embarrassed smile plenty of times herself. “How bout all three y'all go get some? Mah treat.”
“Yay!” the Crusaders called, burying Applejack under a group hug.
*****
Scootaloo sat quietly, tuning out her friends as they began to pull out of Ponyville Station. The train’s interior was colored in warm oranges and browns. Each seat was covered with a cream colored cushion and had its own window. She watched the flat land around Ponyville fall away as the train began the ascent toward Canterlot.
“And she's the Element o' Honesty, to top it all off,” Apple Bloom said.
“Well Rarity's the Element of Generosity. I bet she'd have bought us drinks too,” Sweetie Belle replied.
“Unless she was worried we'd spill it on the train. At least Applejack trusts us,” Apple Bloom said, waving her hooves for emphasis. A third of her drink splashed out onto the seat, drenching the cushion with a dark brown puddle.
Scootaloo turned to stare out the window, wondering if Rainbow Dash would have bought them cocoa. She was the Element of Loyalty; no way would she leave three cold fillies hanging. Not only that, she'd have let them go bungee jumping too. Hay, she'd probably have been right there jumping with them. Scootaloo was about to say something but stopped. It wasn’t like Dash was her sister.
They're quite rude, wouldn't you agree? Arguing about family in front of somepony without one.
Scootaloo sipped her cocoa, ignoring the thought and her rising anger. “So uh, girls. Any more ideas for getting our cutie marks?”
“Rarity even got all dirty during the Sisterhooves Social for me.”
“Yeah, well Applejack runs the derby with me every year.”
Scootaloo scowled and tried again, louder. “I was thinking, maybe we could try snowpony building, if you really want to.”
“That's because your family organizes it,” Sweetie Belle countered.
“Mah family organizes it because they're more fun.”
Ohoho, she walked right into that one. But they've both got a point, don't they? Loving, caring. Their sisters would do anything for them. I wish I had a sister like that, don't you?
“Well Rari—”
“Nopony cares!” Scootaloo shouted, throwing her half empty cup of cocoa at the floor. It bounced once, splashing the hot liquid across the dark green carpet. Sweetie Belle yelped, pulling her hooves away from the mess.
Scootaloo glared daggers at both of them, her breathing hard and shallow. Sweetie Belle dropped her head, but Apple Bloom returned the glare with one of her own.
The minutes crept by in awkward silence. The anger in Scootaloo’s eyes slowly faded, replaced by empathy. Finally, she spoke up. “I'm sorry Sweetie Belle, Apple Bloom. I shouldn't have lost my temper like that.”
Several seconds passed before Sweetie Belle replied, “I’m sorry too.”
Apple Bloom puffed out a breath as her glare disappeared. “Me too. Me and Applejack get into plenty of fights. And Ah know Rarity and Sweetie Belle don't always get along. Having a sister isn’t always that great, if it makes you feel any better.”
“Not really.”
“Oh, uh, right,” Apple Bloom said. A few more minutes passed before she finally asked, “Scootaloo, are you okay? You've been weird all morning.”
Scootaloo shrugged. “I'm just tired.” Her voice dropped slightly as she added, “I couldn't sleep.”
“Me neither. Too excited for today?”
“Uh, not really,” Scootaloo mumbled, barely loud enough for her friends to hear. “Had a nightmare.”
“Oh. Ya wanna talk about it?”
Scootaloo shrugged again. “It was pretty dumb. I dreamt that I'd grown up without my cutie mark. You both got yours and left the Cutie Mark Crusaders, but I was stuck in Ponyville, wearing the cape and trying to find my special talent. I'd never even learned to fly. I'd watch all our classmates zooming around the sky and wonder what I was missing.”
“Aww,” Sweetie Belle said, reaching over and putting a comforting hoof on her friend's shoulder.
“Now, ya know we'd never leave ya behind, don'tcha?” Apple Bloom asked, an understanding smile on her face. “Even if you got to be Granny Smith's age without yer cutie mark, we'd be right there with ya looking.”
“She's right,” Sweetie Belle said. “We'll always be the Cutie Mark Crusaders.”
Scootaloo broke out in her first real smile of the day. She pulled the other fillies into a group hug and said, “Thanks girls. This means a lot.”
They held the hug a moment longer. “So,” Apple Bloom asked, finally breaking the embrace. “Ya think snowponies are a good idea?”
“Totally!”
*****
“Ok, so maybe snowponies weren't mah best idea.”
Sweetie Belle edged away from the white monstrosity. “Somepony needs to put that thing out of its misery.”
They all chuckled as Apple Bloom pushed their creation over, turning it back into a pile of white powder.
“Hey, look at that.” Scootaloo pointed to a giant candy cane standing at the side of the road. “Maybe we could be Cutie Mark Crusader Holiday Decorators. Or Cutie Mark Crusader Giant Candy Makers.” She skipped up to the candy cane, winked back at her friends, and gave it a big lick.
Apple Bloom giggled, “So is it real?”
“Uh, nho,” Scootaloo answered thickly.
“Nho?”
“Uh, ah thin' this mah ah been a bah idea.” Scootaloo tried to pull away, but her tongue was securely fastened to the cold metal.
Her friends stared at her for a long moment before falling to the ground, shaking with laughter.
Scootaloo rolled her eyes. Suddenly, a familiar voice floated down the street, getting nearer.
“I have an idea. Let's play ‘I spy with my little eyes’ as we walk. I'll go first.” Twilight Sparkle and friends came into view in the street ahead of her, their faces awash with a carefree joy. “I spy an eight foot candy cane.”
Rainbow Dash joined in next. “I spy a snowpony!”
“Tha hay?” Scootaloo asked. “'At's not 'ow you pray tha game.”
Apple Bloom finally got back to her feet and helped Sweetie Belle up. “Ok, uh, here,” she said before biting down on Scootaloo’s tail and pulling.
“Ow ow ow!” Scootaloo cried before finally jerking free and crashing into her friends.
“So what now?” Sweetie Belle asked as she pulled herself out from under the orange and yellow pile. Scootaloo gave herself a quick once over before helping Apple Bloom up.
“We should probably get to the play. Looks like the sun'll set soon, and ah don't wanna be late.”
*****
“Look, it's Derpy,” Apple Bloom whispered. The grey mailmare was waving from the stage with a cross-eyed smile.
“I didn't know she was in this,” Sweetie Belle said.
“Ah guess she's part of the crew backstage.”
“Oh Celestia help them,” Scootaloo muttered. The lights dimmed and all talking stopped.
The curtains opened to reveal Spike standing in front of a red brick fireplace. He wore a purple shirt and hat with a large orange feather. “Once upon a time, long before the peaceful rule of Celestia and before ponies discovered our beautiful land of Equestria, ponies did not know harmony,” he said in a stuffy voice. Scootaloo heard one of her friends giggle and had to fight back her own smile. “It was a strange and dark time, a time when ponies were torn apart... by hatred!” Scootaloo gasped with the rest of the crowd.
Ah, those were wonderful times.
Scootaloo glanced over her shoulder. “Shhh.”
Spike continued his tale of pony selfishness. His words began to run together as Scootaloo blinked sleepily. She'd been fine outside, running and laughing with the girls, but now, in the dark and quiet, she felt herself drifting off.
*****
The ponies gathered around her, pushing towards the ugly stone building in which the grand summit would be held. Once inside, the three tribes stood on raised balconies around a wooden table.
Scootaloo realized all the pegasi around her wore fancy clothes or armor, and she suddenly felt exposed and vulnerable. She ducked her head hoping no one would notice her.
Horns blared below, announcing the arrival of the leaders. Rainbow Dash entered, head held high. She wore black armor, rather than a dress like the rest of the pegasi women. She stepped up to the table with the other leaders.
“Who'd ever make Pinkie a ruler?” Scootaloo asked herself.
The three rulers began shouting at each other at once. After a moment of confusion, Rainbow Dash made herself heard. “All I wanna know is why the Earth Ponies are hogging all the food,” she said, slamming her hoof on the table.
Scootaloo's stomach rumbled. It was a good question, why were they hogging it? She was hungry. She couldn't remember ever being this hungry.
“It's only because you mean old pegasusususus are making it snow like crazy!” Pinkie shouted back.
Were they making it snow? Scootaloo realized how cold she was then, an aching chill that cut down to the bone. She pulled her wings closer, almost crying out in surprise.
“It must be the unicorns! They're doing it with their freaky magic!”
Scootaloo didn't care who was responsible. She just wanted it to stop. She looked up at the white flakes falling from the chamber's ceiling. It was the pegasi who controlled the weather. Why couldn't they stop it?
“Oh, it's not fair, is it?” A voice behind her said. She jumped, turning to see a grey and brown pegasus behind her. “No food, no shelter against the cold. Could you imagine living like that?”
The pegasus smiled at her, showing off a single fang and mismatched eyes. He had two horns, also mismatched. She glanced at his flank to see a pair of dice as his cutie mark. “Uh, yeah, I guess I can.”
“It's always the leaders’ faults, isn't it?” the grey pegasus asked, looking down at Dash.
“What do you mean?”
“Oh, just look at them down there, so sure of their self-righteousness. Their stubborn pride brings the Windigos.” He turned to look at Scootaloo, a glint in his eye. “Do you hate unicorns or earth ponies?”
“Of course not. My best friends are a unicorn and an earth pony.”
“Then why do they get to decide that we're enemies?” He pointed down to the center of the room.
“Well, uh...”
“It isn't just them. Oh, Scootaloo, just imagine how much better things could be. Celestia's ancient, set in her ways. Why does winter come each year? Why does it snow? Because our ruler, the one who controls the sun itself, believes it must?”
“Well, yeah. What, you want to just get rid of winter?”
“Why not? Farmers could grow crops year round. There would be so much food that nopony would go hungry again. Nopony would freeze either. Do you see a downside?”
Scootaloo frowned. The grey stallion made a lot of sense. “Who are you?”
“Me?” he asked, gesturing to himself with a hoof. “Nopony of importance. The real question is, who are you?”
“Uh, it is?”
The pegasus put a wing around her, marching forward. The room fell away around them, shattering into glittering shards and leaving them in a black void. “Of course it is. It’s the most important question you will ever ask yourself.” He pointed to her blank flank.
“Oh, that.”
“Yes, that. Scootaloo, you have a wonderful thing working for you.”
“Uh, I do?”
“You can be anypony you want. Do anything you want. It's a wonderful, wonderful thing. All you need to ask yourself is, 'what do I want?' You can spend your days tired, cold and hungry, or you can do something about it.”
“Like what?” Scootaloo's head was rolling from the sudden change in topic.
The grey pegasus smiled at her. “Only time will tell. Oh, and one last thing.”
“Yeah?”
“You're about to miss the song.” Time to wake up...
*****
Scootaloo's eyes snapped open as confetti began to fall. She was only half a beat behind the rest as the song began.
“The fire of friendship lives in our hearts,
As long as it burns we cannot drift apart,
Though quarrels arise, their numbers are few,
Laughter and singing will see us through,
We are a circle of pony friends,
A circle of friends we'll be to the very end.”
Hmhm, we'll see.
*****
Scootaloo spent the ride back to Ponyville in a daze. She just couldn't get his voice out of her head. It was like the stallion from her dream was standing behind her, whispering into her ear, asking again and again, “What do you want?”
In what felt like no time at all she was back in the clubhouse, drifting off to sleep. Her breathing slowed as she relaxed.
And then she was awake. Very, very awake. Pinkie Pie on a sugar binge awake.
“Who's there?”
Nopony answered.
“I know you're there! I heard you! I ain't afraid of you!”
The silence stretched on for what seemed like an eternity. Suddenly, a deep, smooth chuckle sliced through the cold night air, sending the hairs on the back of her neck standing.
Oh , Scootaloo. I wondered when you'd notice.
She turned in circles. “Wh-who's there? Where are you?”
My name's Discord, Spirit of Chaos. Perhaps you've heard of me?
Scootaloo's heart tried to jump from her chest. She fell back on her haunches, mouth hanging open. “Th-this is some kind of trick, right? Apple Bloom? Sweetie Belle?”
Bah, really Scootaloo? You'll hurt my feelings.
“This isn't happening. Discord is trapped in stone.”
Ah, don't remind me. You wouldn't believe how boring it is, being stuck like this.
“Stuck? So, you're not here?”
Nope.
Scootaloo's eyes scanned the room again, hoping to see her friends, or maybe Dash and Pinkie, pulling a prank on her. “What do you want with me?”
I want to help you, Scootaloo.
“What do you mean?”
I know what you've gone through. Foster parents that don't care, lonely nights, hunger. It just isn't fair. I want to help you make things better.
Scootaloo shook her head. “You're evil. All you want to do is spread chaos.”
Discord laughed again. Is chaos really a bad thing? Did anypony get hurt when I was free?
“Well—”
And what about the changes I made for the better? Chocolate milk falling from the sky? Cotton candy clouds? Is there anything wrong with free food for everypony?
“But, Celestia said—”
Celestia said it, so it must be true? For goodness sake, this is the same ruler that lets her subjects starve and freeze. The only pony Celestia cares about is herself.
“Why me? There must be tons of ponies worse off than me.”
To say thank you.
“Thank you?”
It was you and your friends that helped me before, when you came by my statue. The seal had already weakened, but you three fillies pushed it the final bit.
Scootaloo's front legs went weak and she sank down, a defeated grimace on her face. She'd sometimes wondered if the Crusaders had anything to do with Discord's return, but she'd never been brave enough to ask anypony.
“Oh, Celestia, what have I done?”
Freed somepony from thousands of years of loneliness. Is that something to be ashamed of?
The question caught Scootaloo off guard. She'd never thought about what it would be like, being trapped in stone. It must have been horrible. And she'd freed him for a few hours. Was it really so surprising...
...that he'd want to thank me?
Scootaloo shook her head. She wasn't sure which thoughts were hers anymore.
Sleep, Scootaloo. It'll be more clear tomorrow.
That actually sounded like a good idea. She crawled over to her blanket and covered up, letting out a content sigh as the soft warmth of her blanket enveloped her.
They say everypony has a special magical connection with their friends, even before they've met. Why, I think it's fate that we should meet like this.
Twilight had said something about that, Scootaloo remembered. Dash believed it. She'd been responsible for all of her friend's cutie marks. Maybe... maybe Discord was right.
Sleep found her moments later.
The night dragged on silently, but for a single moment. A light breeze circled, tugging at the filly's mane, and then fading as quickly as it came.
Sitting on the table was a collection of plates and bowls. Hot soup, fresh salads and sandwiches, and a card.
“Happy Hearth's Warming Day.
D.”
My heart's breaking for poor Scootaloo here.
Let up on us, already!
Just reading the description, I've often wondered the same thing. Discord liked pranks. So they banish him into stone. Chrysalis wanted love, and needed to feed her people. So they kicked her ass out of Canterlot. That pony looks different. Run and hide. Ponies can be real assholes sometimes.
Discord is best foster father. I'm sure nothing bad will come of this!
I'm going to have a happiness fit if it turns out Discord's just trying to enjoy himself instead of screwing everything up. Now, that said, I like where this is going. Discord the manipulator is a better appeal than the typical Discord the mad god, and he's characterized quite well. I would like more of this, please.
DISCORD WILL BE BEST TROLL DAD EVER!!!!
Oh Discord you dastard fellow.
Sweetie, Applebloom, don't you know that using brute force is no way to free a frozen tongue? She needs to breathe onto the pole to warm it up so it lets go and doesn't hurt her.
I know he's evil and a bit of an ass, but I love seeing Discord be nice to ponies. It's a shame that he's Chaos and Disharmony, or he could be redeemed and spend his days as that fun guy who always shows up with gifts and fun for everyone.
Discord ends up considering taking care of Scootaloo to be so much fun that he decides not to do the whole checkerboard-ground floating-houses thing?
Just as planned.
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I agree with you about Discord, but you can't really forget that with Chrysalis, she kidnapped Princess Cadence/Cadenza/blah and tried to take over Canterlot too. I think the ponies were justified in kicking her flank outta there.
Poor Scootaloo so excited to see what comes next!!!
Discord stories are best stories. Tracking!
And now the game is a foot. I can't wait to see what's going to happen now that Scoots knows whose watching out for her.
im kinda hopeing discord will try to be her new faster father and take care of her! this is nice im loveing it!!!
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Discord found joy in watching ponies soul's crushed under a mountain of despair and hopelessness. Just look at his reaction when he finally breaks Twilight. He doesn't just enjoy causing chaos, he enjoys causing chaos that hurts people. Evil.
As for Chrysalis, yes she was trying to feed her people. By enslaving Equestria. What she is trying to do is no better than what the machines do to humans in The Matrix. She wants ponies to be her mindless puppets while she feeds off of them. It would be nice if some other way could be found to feed the changelings, but Chysalis's way was definitely evil.
No Scootaloo! Don't fall for his tricks and slick words. Your friends care about you, TELL THEM WHAT IS GOING ON!
Yep. Decidedly gives that feeling.
And DIscord begins to slowly feed Scootaloo just the right information to come to the conclusions he wants her to come to.
Ironically, I hate to say it, but I'm remindered of a tumblr Blog, where the writer/artist had Twilight send a letter to Celestia how, "Friendship is a beautiful, and fragile thing, it can be destroyed from the inside, but this isn't a bad thought, because that just makes it all the more precious."
This is a great story, Discord has always been one of my more favorite characters and I think you did a great job on staying in character, so to speak.
I like where this is going. You're taking your time to build up the connection Scootaloo has. It's not just "I'm desperate and I need it NOW!"
I salute you for that!
WAIT WAIT WAIT! Is scoots an orphan because her parents were made into rainbows?!
I was wondering why no-one seemed to notice the Mane 6 were playing I Spy wrong.
643637 If that were true then her parents failed a Cloudsdale flight-test when they were adults.
That Discord is dastardly clever playing up on Scootaloo like this.
I mean in the midst of the chaos that he brings, he does speak some from of the truth in someway, right ?
Still, this is going to be some storyline...and I still wonder whether or not Rainbow Dash will play a major role in this tale ?
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Pfah, Discord ain' done nothing Howard Stern hasn't done!
...hmmm....Intriguing secret identity forming! (Watch Private Parts to figger that out, he basically trolls bad/jerko bosses the same way as D trolls Twi and Celly)
Shame on Discord for picking at Scoots' lack of eggheadness to formulate his plans though! Daddy is supposed to teach facts! You wouldn't treat Screwball this way!
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And that's one of the true horrors of Discord. He can make you believe anything, and thus, make you DO anything.
Ahhh discord best creature (because he's not a pony and I don't wanna cheat)
Wow, this is awesome. I approve
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Just for clarification, Derpy Hooves is wall-eyed, not cross-eyed, there's a big difference. Crossed eyes are when they are pointed towards the center of the face, but wall-eyed is when they point in separate directions and can't be focused without a lot of strain, making depth perception very limited. This is why Derpy is so clumsy, she can't see how far away things are and sometimes she can't see them at all. This is a serious medical condition and I know someone who has this problem, yet they are very smart which is why I hate it when people depict Derpy as a retard. It's unfair and just plain cruel, I do agree that sometimes it's cute or funny when she makes mistakes, but it's NOT because she is mentally disabled that she makes said mistakes.
Ditzy 'Derpy Hooves' Doo is silly yes, but not stupid. Frankly I'm surprised and happy FPS (Foal Protection Service) hasn't taken Dinky away from her.
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You notice Ponies are like Humans in a way, Blindly following something in Blind faith.
Not hope, Belief.
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Discord essentially used ponies as his personal playthings to torment. His pranks were cruel rather than, say, Pinkie's, which are fun for both parties and mostly harmless. I agree with you about Zecora, but a mysterious zebra who looks and talks different from everypony else and lives in a place they fear...you can see how they could be afraid. Crysalis...I'm divided. On the one hoof, she is a monarch looking to feed her subjects, a noble pursuit. On the other hoof, she seeks to do this be overtaking a country, imprisoning it's rulers, and leeching the love out of it's inhabitants. Kinda hard to root for her, no?
It's not funny when someone gets their tongue stuck. That happened to my friend once and when he tore himself off he tore off a bunch of taste buds and his tongue hurt like a bitch.
642939 Also, Princess Luna wanted to be appreciated as much as Celestia, and she was banished to the moon.
So, Discord, what's your plot this time around?
I can only wonder. At least he provided Scoot with something to eat and drink. Maybe even he has Hearth's Warming Eve spirit?
Ah who am I kidding, does Discord even have a heart :V? Chaos is fun, sure, chocolate milk falling from the sky, dandy, cotton candy clouds, love it. All the long-term, catastrophic damage those events would cause? Something tells me Discord only thinks in the short-term, not in the long. Then again, how long was his rule over Equestria before Celestia and Luna's rebellion overthrew him?
642973 I know, right! He's only a creature of chaos.
642973 I'm with you on this, and I hope to God the author goes through with making Discord a non-asshole.
Dun dun duuuuun!
This promises to be very interesting.
I love this so far, you are doing an AMAZING job at keeping everyone in character too!!
I know it's probably all a trick, but that ending with the food was too cute.
Discord's dastardly deeds described, do deem Discord... Dastardly.
It is interesting how differently everybody interprets Discord. After all, he couldn't show what he REALLY could do in the episode-- torture would be scary for anybody. Some interpret him as being truley evil, and only caring about himself. I've also seen the interpretation that he is just looking for fun, and doesn't really care about the pain of others; he only cares about the chaos and fun. I like how you make him seem like a nice guy in this chapter, and I'm worried for Scoots. But we'll see...
WOWWOWOWOWOWOW, Why havent i seen this before? I'm already in love (Figuratively of course (Not really))
I love this type of Discord, being able to sow chaos and disharmony with words alone.
If the only magic Discord can exert is to telepathically speak with ponies, how did he get the food into the clubhouse?
She watched the flat land around ponyville fall
Scootaloo heard
herone of her friends giggle1. Forgot to capitalise.
2. Extra Her.
Wake up, and smell the ashes.
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Sorry for replying to such an old comment XD. But personally I think that he had just enough to push himself if he really needed to. I mean it's not a huge, showy piece of magic. But big enough that I don't think he can do it that often (since we do see him mess with the wind a bit last chapter.)
I thought you barely had enough magic to telepathically speak with Scootaloo; how'd you do this?