The Pony Games (MLP/HG, Not Accepting Tributes)

[Piefan]

"What was that?" Mosely asked, munching on an apple. He was unable to hear the last few words due to their softness.
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A thick package fell from the sky, landing in a tree next to Mosely. Inside were a pair of sharp throwing knives, attached to a message scrawled in pencil. "Apples help apples."

[XxPhantomCryxX]

Gwen

"Nothing," I quickly say. I then hear a package fall in a tree. "What was that?" I say.

[Piefan]

Alarmed, Mosely looled around. "It came from there. Maybe it's a sponsor gift," he said, pointing at a tree. He carefully kicked it, causing a package to fall amongst the leaves. He picked it up and opened it, finding two knives and a message. He scanned it and smiled, looking at his ally. "It must be from the Apples."

[XxPhantomCryxX]

Gwen

"Apples? Who are they? Are they your family?" I ask him, observing the gift.

[Piefan]

Mosely nodded. "Kind of, but even before all this Nightmare stuff I didn't really talk to them apart from once, when one of them asked to stay with me and my wife. I'm surprised they even remember I'm related to them." He wondered if any of them were watching him, just so they could know how grateful he was.

[XxPhantomCryxX]

Gwen

I nodded. "So, just asking, but who was your wife? You don't have to answer though," I say, playing with my brown spiky hair nervously.

[narwhallama]

Violin dized off.

[Piefan]

"Her name was Orange Slice. She was a great mare, kind and helpful," he replied wistfully. He did notice her hesitance in asking the question, but if he were asking someone about their dead wife, he would probably act similarly.

[narwhallama]

(dozed, sorry)
Violin was still half awake, trying to stay awake but unable to.

[XxPhantomCryxX]

Gwen

"She sounds wonderful," I say. I smile then keep sharpening my stick.