Episode Five: Little Cities Part One

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"What kind of story would you write for you to 'Absolutely have; have; HAVE!~' to get consent to use Chance's name?" I laugh.

Q smiles at my impression of her. "Just something to think about!"

I shake my head, and laugh; sitting on the bench in our train cart. Stretching, I take out my remedies book.

"Where are we off to next?" Q asks, sitting next to me and looking over my shoulder.

"Filly Delphia for stones."

Q laughs, "Can't you get stones anywhere?" She questions.

Smiling, I close my eyes and shake my head. "My bad; rune stones. I could get them anywhere, however I get a very nice price from a vendor in Filly."

Q nods and we both rest back. 

Suddenly, Q jumps up and scrambles through her bag. She takes out a few scrolls and quills.

"Oh no, oh darn it!" She exclaims. I raise an eyebrow.

"What?" I ask, but she looks at me with sorrow and inky hooves.

"I spilled my ink." She says this with an annoyed exasperation, like this happens all too often for her.

I put my hooves up, "Okay well, I might be able to fix that."

The light returns to her eyes, "No way! Really?"

I nod, "Just get the container and point out everything ink stained." She sighs and points at her whole bag. Then, she shows her own hooves.

I chuckle, "It seems you do this a lot."

"'A lot' doesn't even scratch the surface." She says, looking quite annoyed.

She sighs, "I literally got my name for spilling ink."

I gasp, and snortle a bit. "Really? That's cute!"

I focus my magic and think of the spell I know for ink in and on skin and fur, on Q's hooves.

Then another spell for the ink stains on her belongings.

Floating the ink back into her bottle, Q looks at me with awe.

"What?"

"Magic. Is. So. Cool! Oh my gosh, I wish I was a unicorn!" She exclaims.

"Oh! No, no, no. There is so much pressure to be a unicorn these days. You must know all standard levitation, transmutation, and alchemy." I pause thinking of more examples.

"We must annually take tests of our magical aptitude, and be evaluated on our abilities to be properly distributed into our 'perfect' educational programs." I sigh and cross my legs.

"Not to mention all the pressure to apply and be accepted into Twilights School of Magic- which isn't everything in the world you know." I feel my snout get hot with embarrassment as I realize I had gotten a little too defensive.

I looked out the window I hear Q start to giggle.

"That sounds exactly like the flight and weather stipulations for Pegasi!"

My ears flick up. "Really?" Q nods and fumbles around in her saddle bags for more snacks.

The repetitive bump and rumble of the train on its tracks soothes me.

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