6341642 Sweet of you to say! It's just like trying to push a boulder down a hill, I guess- it moves pretty easily, but only after you've tackled the thing long enough to powder your collar bone.
I really hope to play with worldbuilding with this one- not too many people write about where the ponies came from before Equestria. Tying it in to the early generations is likewise a rarity.
"Birds don't have a happy smile, so they chirp a lot!" sang Hayli, slowly to make sure I got the words. "They say 'hello' and 'how d'you do!' above the green tree tops!"
"And every frog," I hummed, "bubbles with a great hop," I sang, stiltingly. "And they jump but can not touch the big tree top!"
"Mama, that's not the words!" exclaimed Hayli. I grinned at her.
"New words," I said. "For more long song. Need to make more song for my herd-daughter."
Hayli seemed delighted at the notion. "Eee! Um, and... 'never did the snake sing, it hisses and it got no wings!'
"And we don't have a dog to bark, so we, um, use ears to find a chirp lark!" I sang back.
We reached the tree, and Hayli was giggling as I tried to navigate my own tiny vocabulary and come up with new verses on the fly.
It was month two of... five, I thought. This was supposed to be a long winter, the third, winter, Oak called it. The seasons were predictable only in that they were capricious and challenging to the ponies that had to live through it. If anybody had actually designed this calendar, they ought to be taken out back and shot, in my opinion.
"You!" I growled, hoof pressed tightly against the fur on the elder's chest. She tried to recoil, so I pressed in harder. "You are mother to Oak, yes? Mother of mother of Hayli, yes?" She nodded, suddenly frantic. I guess she was ready to give up on pretending that my presence didn't intimidate her. I didn't want to be scary for being part of another tribe, but I did want her to be scared. "You be mother to Oak, to Hayli, or I will find you. You understand me." It wasn't a question. I tried, in that moment, to abandon the soft pretense I'd carried since coming here. I willed her to understand that I was very alien in every damned sense of the word, that she had never met anybody like me and, heaven willing, never would have to again.
Something of that must have shown through, because she all but flinched into the snow. "Yes! Yes, I understand!"
I shuddered, the anger making my blood run hot and itchy under my own fur. I wanted to flex fists that I didn't even have, but I stifled the urge, for the moment, and turned back to Hayli.
Interesting. Presumably stuck in time before Equestria was founded. That being said, screw the pegasi I like how different the culture seems a thousand years ago and with a language barrier in front of you. Primitive yet complex.
*Under grains of sand Rested while broken winds blow Burying lost time*
With this all cast to nothing, all will be lost and all will be gained. Yet with every answer will be a question. Search well.
Okay, this is an enthralling story 3 chapters in. Thanks for creating it! I really do love Tamara, and well as someone who shares her main human-world problem that will probably have me moving to hopefully Seattle for similar reasons soon...yea. I can relate.
6341642 Sweet of you to say! It's just like trying to push a boulder down a hill, I guess- it moves pretty easily, but only after you've tackled the thing long enough to powder your collar bone.
I really hope to play with worldbuilding with this one- not too many people write about where the ponies came from before Equestria. Tying it in to the early generations is likewise a rarity.
that. is. ADORABLE!!!!!
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which brings to mind
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Interesting. Presumably stuck in time before Equestria was founded. That being said, screw the pegasi
I like how different the culture seems a thousand years ago and with a language barrier in front of you. Primitive yet complex.
*Under grains of sand
Rested while broken winds blow
Burying lost time*
With this all cast to nothing,
all will be lost and all will be gained.
Yet with every answer will be a question.
Search well.
We shall read on.
pony blood magic sounds fun
Great chapter, good work.
sapient
Sentient: having senses [just about all animals do]
Sapient: having sapere, wisdom
Will she transform into some creature else next?
At first I thought, what's the best way to show an overwhelming force you got nothing to lose... light yourself on fire
And you did it
Okay, this is an enthralling story 3 chapters in. Thanks for creating it! I really do love Tamara, and well as someone who shares her main human-world problem that will probably have me moving to hopefully Seattle for similar reasons soon...yea. I can relate.
That golden-eyed pegasus mare she hit. Did she hit her so hard that her descendants went cross-eyed?
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Lol, this story is amazing. I love the sort of subtle humor.(you know, the subtle humor that’s not subtle in the slightest?) lol.
Now having played it, I can say this kind of reminds me of Horizon: Zero Dawn.
I got
You might even say that there were "tree" of them, by that point.