by Piefan » Sat Oct 18, 2014 2:58 pm
((Alright.))
Green Cream hovered over the ground, looking for Scyther. It was hard to not hear about her sadness, and as the chef she was hoping to remedy that. Maybe give her some salt if she wanted it, or some childhood meal. Even though she was from the other side of the war, a little happiness never killed anypony.
High Tide yawned in the daylight. During the war, her biological clock had adapted to sleep in the day and wake up at night. She had been in hiding, ashamed that her side had lost, and she was quite sure she just heard a noise of a pony. Okay... This lack od sleep seems to have me hallucinating.
I'm socially awkward and sometimes terse - don't mind me.