*hugs tighter*
We… don’t hate you, father…
*hugs tighter*
We… don’t hate you, father…
You'we wewcome!
((ooc: somehow I thought I already did, but I must have forgotten to add you…))
Hmm… We guess, for the sake of the act… Okay! *hugs*
I’m a little filly now and I can act however I want! So there nyah!
Whatever’s turned everypony else into foals didn’t actually affect Us. We just didn’t want to be left out. What you see is Our best guess as to what We would have looked like as a foal, if We ever had ever been one (We didn’t exist yet when Luna was a foal).
*With a tug, Arcel and NMM’s kite catches Soarin’s wind, and starts to lift, slowly soaring higher and higher…*
We really missed out on this…
We were just telling Arcel, We were never really a little filly. Luna created Us on her 14th birthday, with most of her fillyhood already behind her. Our experiences begin with those of a teenager…
Alright! *She pulls the fabric cover onto the frame. It’s a multicoloured patchwork whatever NMM found in Rarity’s scrap bins. She managed to form a crude crescent moon in the middle using the few bits that were similar enough in colour.* It’s beautiful! *She ties on the strings.* Soarin said he’d be able to provide some wind, so lets start running… thataway!
Yeah, we’ll figure out a way! *She puts the finishing touches on the covering.* Okay, this looks like it should fit, once the frame’s done.