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Harvest Festival; Skeleton
Grin was not a social mare. It’s hard to be social when most ponies look at you like you’re a ghost or a spirit of a demon of some kind. With her Vibrant, luminous orange eyes, and ashen mane/tail, and bone white coat, covered in scars, Grin wasn’t often welcomed by the regular laypony. But, in times like these, around the times of the Autumnal holidays, with pumpkins and skeletons being the norm, she could walk around a bit more freely, with ponies assuming she’s just made up for the holidays.
When she heard about the Harvest Festival at Sweet Apple Acres, she saw an opportunity for free food, some drink, and maybe even stealing a few things to make her life easier, a blanket perhaps. Mind you, she’d had to wait until there were a few ponies there, and she still wore her long black cloak, covering her body, legs, everything. The hood fell low over her eyes, and the only thing that really showed were her teeth, which were reminiscent of a shark, her wings which, when flapping, made near no sound through the air, and her legs when she took a step forward. And she kept her mouth closed as much as possible.
Although, the times she had smiled at somepony tonight ended better than she expected, and being told that her costume was ‘amazing’. Hell, she’d even gotten a cute little bat painted on her, one on each cheek, but a lovely stallion with a broken horn. She’d managed to get herself a caramel apple from another store, and managed to steal a funnel cake too, which she enjoyed immensely.
She was just thinking about leaving when she ran into another pony in a cloak just like hers. Literally ran into. She couldn’t help but let out a squeak of shock, and heard one like it from the other pony. “I’m sorry!” She heard, “Are you okay? I didn’t mean... wait...” Grin looked up at the newcomer and had to do a double take. She was green, and looked... well, she looked stitched together, and had dull yellow eyes. Under her left ear was... was that a giant bolt? It was! and an iron collar around her neck. She had white eyebrows, a black and white mane, and long eyelashes. Her forelegs were wrapped, swaddled in bandages.
“You’re...” Grin said hesitantly, glancing around before looking back at her, “You’re like... me...”
“You’re like me,” The mare said in reply, blinking in surprise. The hustle and bustle of the festival around them died down to nothing as the pair studied each other. The more Grin looked at her, the more she felt both sorry for, and a kinship with, this strange mare. Eventually, both of them flushed and looked away And the mare offered her bandage covered limb.
“Um... I’m Fran,” She introduced herself shyly. Grin looked at the mare’s proffered limb for... far too long. The hesitant smile on Fran’s face started to fade, and the limb started falling, and Grin mentally slapped herself, and rushed to take the hoof in her own.
“S-Sorry!” She blurted out quickly, “I-I’m Grin! Skeleton Grin. I’m... I’m not used to ponies being... well, being nice to me.”
Fran lit up when Grin took her hoof and smiled at her kindly, “Well, don’t you worry about that,” The pretty mare told her, “Promise, you can always count on me being nice to you. Always.”
Grin would deny that she cried that night when she hugged her new friend for the rest of her life. But she did cry. And she did hug her new friend. And if one looked around, one could see another pegasus mare, wearing a high collar, and a dark top in gothic style, smiling demurely next to a mildly tipsy red mare, cheering as the two strange mares hugged, saying something about ‘shipping it’.
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@missebonyink @ask-princeblazingdagger @missromancedy Harvest Festival piece 2
