Chapter 5
More Discoveries
A tentative knock echoed through the main room of Golden Oaks library. Twilight lifted her head from the book floating in front of her and glanced at the clock. ‘Right on time.’ She cleared her throat, brightly chiming, “Come in!”
Scootaloo opened the door, her scooter propped up against the tree just outside, and smiled vaguely at the librarian. “Hi, Twilight.”
“Hi, Scootaloo. Good day at school?” The filly shrugged, hesitantly stepping further into the room. Twilight set her book down and grabbed a folder off her desk in a haze of magic. “So, d’you wanna start down here, or would you be more comfortable upstairs?”
A small wave of relief washed over Scootaloo’s face. “Upstairs would be nice.”
Twilight smiled knowingly. “Privacy it is, then.” They cantered up through the library’s staircase, passing Spike while he carried down a stack of books. “Spike, we’re gonna be up in the bedroom. Hold down the library.”
“You got it, Twilight!” He offered Scootaloo a warm smile, almost missing a step and spilling his armful of books. Scootaloo smirked, following Twilight up the stairs and into the lower level of her bedroom.
Twilight lifted several sheets of parchment from her desk in a glow of magenta and tidied them into a stack mid-air. Scootaloo climbed into the chair, a nervous frown on her face. Depositing the stack of papers on a shelf, Twilight gave the filly an encouraging smile. “Alright, so before we get started, I want you to know this is just to help you.” She stepped over to the desk and set a hoof on Scootaloo’s shoulder. “You don’t have to prove anything and I’m not going to give you a hard time. You’re struggling and I’m here to help. Alright?”
Scootaloo nodded weakly, her eyes on the empty desk. Twilight floated an extra chair over and sat next to the filly. She dropped the folder onto the desk and cleared her throat. “Now. What subjects are giving you problems?”
Sighing and scratching at the back of her head, she said, “Well, mostly math. I…kinda have trouble in a lot of things, though.” She dropped her head, ears folded back. “I mean…everypony who’s not a unicorn has pretty awful hoofwriting and I’m really good at science, but…Well, it feels like everypony else can read way faster than me. And I used to be really good at math, but nothing ever comes out right anymore…”
“Hey,” Twilight patted Scootaloo on the back, her eyes full of kindness. “It’s alright. Everypony has trouble once in awhile. Let’s start with math and see where you’re going wrong.”
She offered Twilight a weak smile and watched the unicorn open the folder to pull out a few sheets of math equations. She groaned.
Amusement colored Twilight’s voice. “Can’t work on math without doing math, Scootaloo.” The filly rolled her eyes, but couldn’t help smirking. “Just take your time; you don’t have to answer all of them, just pick three or four and we’ll go over them. Alright?”
Nodding, Scootaloo picked up a pencil from the desk in her teeth and scowled at the worksheet. Twilight stood up. “I’ll leave you to them for now. Let me know if you’re stuck, but just take your time. It’s alright if you get them wrong; this is about figuring out where to go, okay?” At a nod, she cantered off and grabbed an old Daring Do off the shelf. Light reading at its finest.
Twenty minutes or so of work later, Scootaloo cleared her throat. Twilight dropped her book and joined the filly at the desk, looking over the worksheet.
She frowned thoughtfully, looking over the scribbled mess of scratched out answers littering half the page. “Hmm…”
Scootaloo shrunk back in her seat, dropping her eyes to the floor. “I’m…I’m sorry…”
“Hey, don’t be sorry!” Twilight smiled at her, gently ruffling her mane. “You’re just messy. Messy’s fine, especially in math.” She turned back to the worksheet, looking through the few answered questions. The filly had bravely opted to answer at least one of each variety of equation. A frown slowly deepened across her lips, looking the answers over.
Portions of every problem were answered correctly, but somewhere in-between the different steps, Scootaloo was getting lost. Where exactly wasn’t clear to Twilight, but it was a start. “…Let’s start with this one; the long division.”
Scootaloo sighed. “I was always good at those when they were smaller…”
“I can tell; you answered the first part here right, and the second part here, but it didn’t get put together right at the end. When you’re answering a question like this, what do you do?”
Scootaloo went from puzzled to annoyed. “…This is one of those coconut things, isn’t it?”
“Coconut things?” Twilight blinked.
Grumbling, Scootaloo muttered, “Ms. Cheerilee always tells me to think about having a bunch of coconuts, so if it’s two thousand divided by five, I’m s’posed to think about it like ‘how many groups of five coconuts can I make outta two thousand coconuts.’” She scowled. “So I try, but all that happens is I get hungry for coconuts.”
Twilight chuckled, shaking her head. “That’s a trick that works for some ponies, but I just meant what steps you take to answer the question. Like that one; how would you start answering the question two thousand divided by fi—”
“Four hundred.” Twilight’s jaw snapped shut. Scootaloo raised an eyebrow. “What? That’s easy.”
Nodding, she said, “Alright, then how about three hundred and thirty-six divided by twelve?” Scootaloo rubbed her chin. “Just the first steps, you don’t need to figure out the whole ans—”
“Twenty-eight.”
Twilight’s jaw hung open. “…Well, you’re right. Now…what did you do to get the answer?”
She shrugged. “Well, three hundred and sixty divided by twelve is thirty, and three hundred and thirty-six is twenty-four less than that.”
Twilight smiled and gave her student a respectful nod. “You definitely have the basics down. Let’s go over one of these harder ones.”
Working on one of the unanswered questions drew out more confusion for Twilight. Scootaloo had a strong grasp of the mechanics and understood the steps for long division, isolating each section of the numbers into easier divisible segments, but as soon as the number was long enough she became confused, switching answer placements around and missing simple parts of the process. Twilight’s bewilderment grew when she tried talking them out with the filly; as soon as she said the numbers aloud, Scootaloo corrected her mistakes.
Twilight rubbed her chin with a hoof, scrutinizing the paper. She quirked an eyebrow at the filly, tempering the suspicion in her voice. “…You said you have trouble reading quickly, too?”
Scootaloo nodded briskly. Her nervousness had ebbed away over the course of working with Twilight, her tutor proving patient and kind. “It takes me a long time to read anything. Sometimes after I get through something, I have no idea what I just read…” She frowned, ears drooping again. “I just can’t get it to string together all the way in my head.”
“How’s your spelling?”
“Awful,” she giggled ruefully.
Twilight rubbed at her chin, glaring daggers into the worksheet. After a moment, she nodded and cantered towards the stairway down to the main library. “C’mon; we’re going to Sugarcube Corner to get you a milkshake.”
“Really?!” Scootaloo bounced out of her chair before her treacherous mouth added, “Why?” She clapped her hooves over muzzle.
Smirking, Twilight headed down the stairs. “It’s an apology in advance shake.”
“…An apology? For what?”
“For making you take a test.”
Scootaloo groaned loudly.
“I know; I’m the worst.”
Twilight scrutinized the hoof-written test, her eyes narrowed and muzzle crinkled in concentration. She referred back and forth between Scootaloo’s answers and her reference book, checking, double-checking, and triple-checking the patterns and styles of answers. The third time through, she was almost certain her theory was correct. The fourth time through, she was positive.
She sighed inwardly, a weight settling over her shoulders. She glared at the book for confirming her suspicions, and then glared at herself for having them to begin with. She glanced tentatively over her shoulder at the small filly, idly doodling at her desk. Setting her jaw and shaking her head, she thought, ‘Well, at least it isn’t the gay talk,’ and cantered over to the desk.
“So what was that test for?” Scootaloo pushed the sketchy drawing of herself and her friends hang-gliding to the edge of the workspace, glancing up at her tutor expectantly.
Twilight cleared her throat. “Well, it answered a question of mine. It also explains why you’ve been struggling with math and reading, even why you have messy hoofwriting and trouble spelling.” She sat gently on her chair, looking Scootaloo over. The pegasus’ eyes lit up at the thought of an answer and her fidgeting stilled. Twilight took a deep breath. “Scootaloo, have you heard of dyslexia?”
Scootaloo pursed her lips, tapping her chin. “Isn’t that when a pony doesn’t eat enough food so they can stay thin?”
Stifling a giggle, Twilight shook her head. “No, that’s anorexia.” She chewed on her lip, willing her thoughts to weave together into something comprehensible. “…Dyslexia is a type of learning disability. It’s something that some ponies have that makes it hard to read and write and can make math hard, too. It has to do with how a pony’s brain processes things that they see.” She flipped the doodle over, pointing at one of the math problems they had worked on together. “It’s like this one. You know how to do all the different steps to get the right answer, but the numbers got crossed up in your head. When the problem listed five, then two, you saw it as two, then five.”
Twilight placed the test on the desk and pointed at one of the reading comprehension problems. “And this paragraph is written to have a lot of words that have the same letters in different orders. That’s why it was so hard to understand; you kept switching the order of the letters around and making different words to the point it didn’t make sense.” Twilight turned to the young filly, searching her face for understanding.
Scootaloo stared numbly at the papers in front of her. A wave of shame crashed over her mind, driving her down into her seat and drawing heat to her face. Waveringly, she choked out, “S-so I’m stupid…”
“What?” Twilight’s spine straightened, alarm rushing to her tone. “No, no you’re not stupid at all!” She grasped her student by the shoulders, gently leading Scootaloo’s eyes to meet her own. “If I asked most foals your age the answer to three hundred and thirty-six divided by twelve without giving them any paper to work it out, they’d take three times as long to answer as you did and most of them would get it wrong.”
Scootaloo’s eyes wavered under her furrowed brow. She bit her lip, glancing around the room and avoiding Twilight’s gaze.
The unicorn frowned strongly, worry etching deep lines through her face. “You’re a lot of things, Scootaloo. You’re brave, you’re kind, you’re athletic, you love your friends, you’re funny, and you’re the hardest working filly I’ve ever seen. Of all the things you are, not one of them is ‘stupid.’”
Feeling overwhelmed, Scootaloo returned her eyes to Twilight’s. Her mind, swimming with doubts and fears, warred with her feelings of confusion, pride, and happiness. Bewildered, she held her breath and waited for Twilight to continue.
“Listen…” Twilight frowned, collecting herself, mulling over her words. “Having dyslexia doesn’t mean you’re not smart. It doesn’t even mean there’s anything wrong with you. You just…think differently than other ponies. That’s all it means. And different doesn’t mean bad, it just means that some things that others can do easily, you have to work on differently. That’s the key word there, not that you need to work harder to learn, just differently.”
She turned to the worksheet and floated a new sheaf of parchment onto the desk, grasping a pencil and scribbling quickly. “Here, look at this. This division problem here.”
Scootaloo leaned over, feeling like she had a large wad of cotton shoved into her head. She blinked at it. “Somethin’ that easy?” Twilight nodded encouragingly, hoofing over the pencil. Scootaloo quickly scribbled in her answer.
“Good. Now…” Twilight jotted down another problem that was just as easy, followed by three more. Confused and frowning, Scootaloo continued to answer them at a brisk pace. “Alright, so then…” Smiling coyly, Twilight took the five completed division problems and rewrote them together, lining up the answers in a staggered pattern. With a flourish, she moved the completed worksheet from earlier and set it next to the scrap questions. “See it?”
Scootaloo looked from one sheet to the next. Her eyes lit up with realization. “It’s the same question!” Twilight nodded excitedly. “And it was so easy! I can do that…” Scootaloo grabbed the pencil in her mouth and wrote out one of the problems that was scratched out and corrected to an almost unreadable mess. Breaking it up into pieces the same way Twilight had done before, she raced through it.
Twilight’s breath caught in her throat. She watched understanding blossom to excitement on the young filly’s face, hurriedly scrawling out the answers. Scootaloo went from eagerly inquisitive to awestruck, the pencil dropping from her mouth. “It works!” She pushed the worksheet away and grabbed another one from the folder, poring over question after question, smiling broadly around the pencil. Twilight watched her silently.
Seeing the excitement, the raw joy on Scootaloo’s face, the tremors racing down her sides, the wild look of success in her eyes, struck Twilight deeply. The impact on the filly, the imparted understanding and joy of learning, gripped her heart tightly and squeezed. She took controlled breaths, wiping at her eyes.
At last Scootaloo dropped the pencil from her mouth. “I can do it! Oh, Twilight, thank you!” She threw herself around Twilight’s neck and hugged her tightly.
Twilight swallowed the lump in her throat and awkwardly returned the hug, willing her voice smooth and even. “That’s what I’m here to help with, Scootaloo.” The pegasus sat back, the grin on her face painfully big. It was infectious. “That’s what we need to work on now. You’re plenty smart and you can do the work,” she said, prodding the sheet of clean and complete equations, “You just need to learn how to approach the work differently.” She glanced over the worksheet. All of the answers were correct. “We found the answer for long-division. We can find similar things for other types of math. And we can work on your reading and spelling too.”
Scootaloo practically vibrated in her seat. “This is awesome!”
“Now, Scootaloo…” Her smile faded a little as she set her hoof on her student’s shoulder. “I think we can find ways for you to work around a lot of the math. You’re good at it and all you needed was a way to break things up into easier to read chunks. But it’s not going to be the same for reading and writing.” She looked the filly over carefully, her smile hiding a hint of sadness. “Some of this will be a struggle and it’ll probably always be difficult. But we’ll figure out ways for it to be less difficult than it is right now.”
Scootaloo nodded vaguely, the victory over division still fresh and strong in her mind. A notion struck her and she slowly frowned and sighed, glancing at the finished worksheets. “…How come I’m just finding out now? I wish I knew that trick months ago.”
Twilight shrugged, turning her head to hide the scowl that dug its way across her face. “…Sometimes ponies miss stuff like this. What’s important is that we know now.” She turned back and grinned, ruffling Scootaloo’s mane again. “We know now and we can work on it together. Deal?”
Returning the grin, Scootaloo nodded. “Deal.”
Twilight wriggled under the sheets in the dark room, attempting and failing to get comfortable. Whichever side she rolled towards proved to be the wrong one and she frequently found herself on her back, staring at the ceiling and muttering. She mulled over the day, second-guessing the words she’d used with Scootaloo on an endless loop. Just before giving up and retrieving a book, a swoosh of disturbed air rushed from higher in the tree.
The soft rustling of beating wings filled the room as Rainbow Dash descended from the window, settling gently on the bed. She smiled at her wide-awake marefriend. “Hey, babe.”
Twilight returned the smile, sitting up. “Hey. Wasn’t sure I’d see you today.”
“Figured I’d stop by.” She sat on her haunches, shaking out the flight from her wings. “Hopin’ there’s room for one more.”
“Always.” She yawned and stretched out her back, her hooves arching over her head.
Rainbow darted under the covers and snaked her forelegs around the unicorn’s middle mid-stretch. “Gotcha.”
Dropping a leg around the mare’s shoulders and resting her head against Rainbow, Twilight murmured, “Eep.” She nuzzled Rainbow’s cheek. “Rainbow’s caught me. What’m I gonna do now?”
“Be trapped,” Rainbow deadpanned, “Maybe scream a little.” She brushed a wing along Twilight’s sides, drawing a short fit of laughter from her captive. Giggling and kicking her hindlegs, Twilight turned and blew a raspberry into Rainbow’s neck. They rolled back onto the bed, laughing together and tangled up in each other’s hooves. Twilight rested her head on Rainbow’s chest and snuggled into the pegasus, sighing in contentment. Chuckles subsiding, Rainbow stroked her marefriend’s mane and asked, “So how was your day?”
“Mmm, alright. Usual library stuff mostly. I, uh…I did find out why Scootaloo’s been struggling in school, though.”
“Yeah?”
Twilight frowned, nuzzling deeper into the warm, soft hairs of Rainbow Dash’s coat. “She had undiagnosed dyslexia.”
“Huh.” Rainbow chewed her lip, mulling the information over. “Don’t they usually check for that or whatever?”
“Not really. I mean, if a student’s struggling a lot they might, but Scootaloo’s smart enough it was mostly hidden, I think. It’s only now starting to be a problem because she couldn’t get her math work to come out correctly…” Twilight sighed heavily, her voice trailing off.
“…There’s somethin’ else, huh?”
She shrugged against the pegasus. “It’s like you said. Nopony was really looking at her close enough to notice.” Her frown deepened. “I don’t like this, Rainbow. I’m worried about her. I can only do so much to help her, you know? Yeah, I can get the test notarized and delivered to Ms. Cheerilee so she can get some extra classroom help, but it doesn’t feel like enough.”
“Relax, Twi’.” She ruffled Twilight’s bed-headed mane into further disarray. “A kid that hard-workin’s gonna come out a winner.” A tone of playfulness crept into her voice. “I know what you need.” Sitting up quickly, Rainbow Dash rolled Twilight onto her back and leapt to the foot of the bed, flinging off the blankets and lifting her marefriend’s left leg. No time wasted, she pressed her forelimbs into the dainty hoof, rubbing and kneading.
“...Oh, dear Celestia.” Twilight groaned, scrunching her eyes tight and then opening them wide.
Grinning, Rainbow worked from the outside to the inside of Twilight’s hoof, digging firmly into the soft sole. “Like it, Twi’?”
The unicorn rumbled deeply, her head rolling back into the pillow. “Rainbow Dash…it is of the utmost importance…that you never stop doing that.”
Rainbow snickered, prying all of the tension from her marefriend’s limb. After several minutes of diligent kneading, she planted a kiss on the bottom of Twilight’s hoof and grabbed her right leg. “So what’s it all mean for Scoots? You gonna need to tutor her for a while, or is it somethin’ fast?”
“Guh.” She shook her head, clearing the dancing joy clouding her vision. “It’ll probably…umm…Dash, I can’t think straight when you’re…uh…” Twilight was losing words. What were words? “Oh, ponyfeathers, don’t stop.”
Rainbow was having trouble containing her laughter, her whole frame shaking. She doubled up her efforts in the massage, dragging satisfied moans from the unicorn. Twilight’s limbs officially stress and soreness-free in her expert opinion, she kissed the right hoof and curled up next to the mare. “Feelin’ better?”
“…You are just made of awesome.”
Rainbow lost all control over her laughter and hugged Twilight close, her mirth spilling loudly into the room. Twilight joined in, snuggling into her marefriend and giggling madly. She floated the blankets back over their bodies and huddled close as their laughter died down. Rainbow grinned warmly at her in their embrace and asked, “So really, what’s it gonna mean for Scoots?”
“Hmm…it probably won’t go quickly. Math shouldn’t be too big of a problem, since she’s good at it to start with. We’ll just need to figure out a few different tricks to make it go smoothly. Reading and writing will be a lot harder for her, but with some practice, she’ll get better at it.”
“Mmm, that’s good.” Rainbow nestled into the pillow, limbs firmly wrapped around the unicorn.
Twilight’s growing smile was filled with affection. “Thanks for coming over. You always make me feel better when something’s bothering me.”
Eyes fluttering between half open and closed, Rainbow murmured, “No problem, Twi’. I like stayin’ over here. This place feels more like home than home does.”
Snuggled together under the blankets, Twilight watched Rainbow Dash slowly fade from consciousness, her marefriend’s breathing evening out and the grip slowly slackening around her middle. As the daredevil neared the cusp of sleep, Twilight urgently whispered, “Rainbow?”
Startled from drowsiness, Rainbow Dash jerked and blinked at Twilight. “Hmn?”
“…Will you move in with me?”
Several breathless moments passed as the two mares stared into each other’s eyes. Wordlessly, Rainbow brought her lips to Twilight’s muzzle and pulled her marefriend into a deep and yearning kiss. They held each other close in the dark library, exchanging silent promises and unvoiced fulfillment. Every second of contact was a thousand screams of ‘yes’, and every ‘yes’ was answered with relief and joy.
When at last they broke apart, gradually surrendering to sleep as they laid tangled in each other’s limbs, both mares were thinking about the fastest ways to collect Rainbow’s belongings in the morning.
Twilight's one great teacher. I wonder how long it'll take before Twi and RD start considering to adopt Scoots?
Dyslexia. Called it. I smell TwiDash Scoot Adoption and approve wholeheartedly. One my favorite types of stories.
Scootaloo having dyslexia was well done. My first thought was ADHD or that it might have been stress-related, speaking from experience I often have trouble studying when I'm stressed out about something (such as flying in Scoots' case). Your portrayal of TwiDash is as cute as ever, and like everyone else I'm rooting for some Scootadoption in the near future.
More and more, I'm loving this story. It's adorable. The dyslexia angle works great, too.
This is just best. Best Best Best.
I wish I could write as well as all this. Please continue.
I can hardly wait, I do so enjoy the scootaloo with dyslexia angle
I'm really enjoying the story. Keep up the good work.
This is just the kind of light-hearted feel-good story I like (although I wouldn't be surprised if there is at least a little hardship coming), and it is written very well indeed. Its quickly becoming one of my favourite stories I am currently tracking (and I am tracking a lot).
Dammit, Twilight and Scoots just used up all my liquid pride reserves.
2606037 Don't worry, Jake! You'll have extra feelings some day!
Keep at it, bats! You're doing a public service!
i can just tell that Scootaloo's parents wont be okay with this once they find out that Dash and Twilight are together...
ENTER ANTAGONISTS!
On another note, Bats, you've just edged out "Fire and Rain" as my favorite currently updating thingie right now. Good on ya.
Scootadopt
Heh, I like the relationship between Twilight and Dash. It's playful and light at first glance, but it's easy to see how deeply they care for each other and about Scootaloo. The part of dyslexia was well handled, I have to agree. I do like how you showed her enthusiasm once she understood.
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Scootaloo has foster parents who don't really care what she gets up to.
this is a little weird, but this chapter was just what i needed for cheering me up today, thanks for the feels from this chapter, you are awesome bats
ST NO THIS CHAPTER NEEDS TO BE A THING THAT KEEPS HAPPENING
*breathes*
But seriously, please finish this fic so we can have Monday and Wednesday updates?
Pretty please?
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Hehe, working on it. It's all that I'm writing at the moment.
Awww man, that was great! Didn't expect Scoot's school problem to be due to dyslexia, but it does make sense. It was awesome to see Twilight take notice, and figure out the problem. Act One was awesome, so I'm expecting more awesome for Act Two
2605910 I originally voted ADD like myself due to the fact that she wasn't over-the-top bouncy during the exercises for flying, but the second the numbers came up I called Dyslexia due to my older brother.
And between you and me, us three groupings are the fun peoples.
Twilight's a good teacher.
And then there's the final scene with Twi and Rainbow. Those two are just SO SWEET together.
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You know, when I first read that comment, I chuckled and thought "That's and extremely specific thing to have as one of your favorites." (Not begrudging your enjoyment, just seemed really specific."
Then about an hour later I looked at the feature box and see this.
Well, I feel silly now.
Yep well Twilight and Rainbow are going to make fantastic mothers for Scoots (like there was ever any doubt?).
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I kinda called that TwiDash ScootAdopt thing before I even read the first chapter
asdfghjkl I love this story so much squeeee. Hands down easily one of my favorite currently updating stories. Monday is now an awesome day.
Ahem...
Loving this story entirely too much. You're entirely too good at making believable interaction between these ponies. Luckily I had somehow avoided up-voting this story in the past, so have an up-vote now!
master chaos emerald:this chapter is awesome.that is all.see ya next week.
If only I could upvote this story multiple times.
This chapter is awesome, and I can't wait for Twi and Dashie to adopt Scoots.
As someone who has Dyslexia I can relate to Scoots feel like
Anyway more Scootalove
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I'm glad the consensus on the dyslexia is a positive reaction. I was a touch worried the reaction towards it would be in the 'drama for drama's sake' camp. There is quite a lot of this story that draws on my own life and the lives of a number of people I've known, and I used my personal struggles with dyslexia as inspiration for part of this story. It's gratifying to know it was well-received.
2610401 Dyslexia as a reason for struggling in school isn't really drama for drama's sake as much as it is a A) valid reasoning, as would ADD and ADHD and B) a valuable plotpoint. This story's direction could very well hinge on the fact that Scoots has dyslexia. How her parents react to it, how the school reacts to it, how it affects her future in reading and writing and how that affects her parents.
Can't wait to see what's next!
2610401 Indeed, I have seen a number of Scootaloo has autism stories, Though most of them are well written I am glad that you chose a more personal route
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YISS
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I practice taekwondo, and that shit's important. If anyone's gonna know the right way to do it, it's Dash.
2610401 Drama for drama's sake? It's just dyslexia. My mom was dyslexic. It's a pain in the ass but it's not, I dunno, paralysis.
You thought people would give you shit for giving Scoots dyslexia? :D
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You never know. Thought someone might say 'Oh, she's an orphan with distant foster folks and is behind in her flying, now she has dyslexia, too? You're just heaping it on Scoots, huh?'
2611280 I suppose. Dunno, after some of the shit I've read involving Scootaloo, dyslexia is like a normal kid thing.
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Part of this is just writers always questioning themselves. I had hoped I handled a touchy, personal subject well, and was gratified to be told that I had done so.
This chapter was handled very nicely MOAR!
Hey Bats. Check this out.
It's like the lovechild of "Spellbound Fireflies" and everything TheLastBrunnenG has been putting out for the last few months.
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Haha, I am aware of that story, yes.
2612633 You and Brunnen's fic-kid is heartwarming but kind of a dork.
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...that's all I can say, really. Just...
2612643 Thank you, thank you. I'm here until my OCD tendencies direct me to a different obsession.
Try the veal.
Wait a minute… when Twilight showed that staggered division thing, did she just divide the number by the factors of the original divisor? As in like A/(C*D*E) (except Twilight didn't write it that way) where B=C*D*E and the actual question is A/B?
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She used a method that I had developed to assist with my own problems seeing math properly. I don't know how to describe it perfectly, because math isn't really my thing, but here would be an example of how it would work:
2 / 457872458
2 / 4 = 2
0
2 / 5 = 2
1
2 / (1)7 = 8
1
2 / (1)8 = 9
0
2 / 7 = 3
1
2 / (1)2 = 6
0
2 / 4 = 2
0
2 / 5 = 2
1
2 / (1)8 = 9
Answer: 228936229
If that makes sense. It's a little wonky, I know, but to actually do it I had to space all the digits for both the original question and answer out like this: 2 2 8 9 3 6 2 2 9 on the screen just to be able to read the numbers in the right order. It's somewhat time-consuming, but it results in both the right answer and it's something that I can physically read properly without turning everything into a jumbled mess of numbers.
So, Scoots is smart, Twilight discovered why, and there was some fluff at the end.
And with Rainbow moving in, I see the Scootadopt thing becoming ever more present.
But I could be wrong and will continue to hope. ONWARD I GO!
~Skeeter The Lurker
prediction.......perhaps spoilers.......fair enough warning if so
so reading this, see the second to last chapter is "the wedding" hoping the epilogue title really should say "the adoption"
i mean it could go the other way and totally bash my desire for how this ends, but i have hopes this is going where i think it is going.
Somehow this is still getting better. I like how Twilight just kind of dropped the question on her like that. I can see so many happy things happening in this story. I can't wait to keep on reading this awesome story.
As someone with dyslexia, I can say that is how that conversation goes. It's not fun.