SOMEONE found an AMAZING Star Wars Millennium Falcon at thrift! and BOUGHT IT! without CHECKING with ME first! GRGRGRGRRrr
good for them i guess
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SOMEONE found an AMAZING Star Wars Millennium Falcon at thrift! and BOUGHT IT! without CHECKING with ME first! GRGRGRGRRrr
good for them i guess
Things seemed dull in the troyler fandom what can i say lets see what happens :)
knitmeapony replied to your post:Tell me what to write.
Your favorite character gets a pony.
Oh, this is going to be fun. I don't write my favorite characters very often (or ever). Apologies if dialogue is off. It's been a while since I've read the books.
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Trisana Chandler stared blankly at the small, fat pony grazing on the school grass behind Briar. "What," she asked, "is that?"
"Didn't think the university would dim your sense that quickly," Briar teased. "It's a pony, Coppercurls. People tend to ride them. In fact, I think even you've been known to do so."
Tris pinched the bridge of her nose and soothed the lightning she could feel sparking beneath her skin. No matter how much control she learned, it was always close to hand--especially after such a stressful week of exams and papers. "Why is there a pony, Briar?"
"You're always moaning about how lonely you are--"
"--I am not--" Tris protested the blatant lie; truthfully, she barely had time to moan to her foster siblings about anything over their connection.
"--so I figured I'd bring you a friend."
"What am I supposed to do with a pony?"
Briar shrugged. "Ride him?"
The pony looked up then, its eyes as doubtful as Tris felt. "I don't think he'd hold Sandry, let alone me. Again, Briar, why is there a pony?"
"The pony will hold you."
"Briar." Tris allowed the smallest bit of lightning to play over her braids. She wasn't really angry enough for it yet, but she also wanted Briar to explain.
Briar sighed. "I got him as payment for some of my trees, but the fool thing keeps eating up my gardens. Even when I stable him, he finds his way back or, worse, to Rosethorn's by morning."
"She threaten to hang you over the well?" Tris asked, beginning to smile.
"I'm about to hang myself over the well," Briar said. "Please keep it up here. At least until I figure out what to do with it."
Tris sighed. "Fine. I'll show you the stables."
Briar beamed. "Knew you wouldn't let me down." He gestured to the pony. "C'mon, Cabbage, this way."
"Cabbage?" Tris asked.
"Name he came with," Briar said. Then, with a rueful grin, he added, "Guess that should have been my first clue."