by MythicalMysteries » Wed Aug 06, 2014 8:12 am
Scyther was a curios mare and wanted to look at the day ponies to see what they did. She did that a lot, for their wasn't a lot to do. She saw a pony fly into a room and flew to a cloud that was a little closer, she wasn't thinking of what the consequences would be if she was caught. Her eyes sparkled with interest and she wished she had brought her journal to document what she was finding out about day.
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