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"Only a slight bit." The old pony huffed and walked into the kitchen of his house. "What's your line of work?"...
"Alright! Let's go!" Gea took off towards the everfree forest, passing over a pony heading towards Ash's sandwich shop.
Gea stared at the looming walls of the ghetto, she is completely disheveled. She keeps an eye out for someone who might try something, but...
"Wanna race to Everfree forest?" Gea grinned. (Off to bed)
"It's nice to meet ya' too." The old pony eyes Sarge a moment. "What'd you say your name is again?"
"That's good! Momma's built a new thingy! I don't know what it is yet." Gea giggled and flew a loop, stopping at the top and flying upside down....
An older pony came down a set of stairs. This man was obviously Cora's father, same coat color, same mane color, even the same eye color....
"Hey Flame Tail!" Gea smiled. "How are things at your daddy's shop?"
"It's his legacy. He's lived here his 'ol life." She walked into her father's house. "Pa? It's me, Corraline. I'm home!"
Name: Geanna Nickname: Gea Breed: Pegasus Gender: Female Cutie Mark/Special Talent: Celtic Tree of Life/ Attuned to the cycles of nature, has a...
"Ya' know that isn't what I meant, Sarge." She walked through the ranch gate and up to her father's ranch house.
Gea zipped past Fire, giggling. Her dad had gotten her to fly ridiculous fast. She doubled around and flew in pace with Fire.
"Thank you mam." Gea smiled and picked up the sandwhich with her hoof, taking a small bite out of it.
"That's good. This 'ere land need more ponies of your type." They had walked a ways and could see the gate to the ranch a little ways away.
Gea taps her hooves on the shop floor, kind of spacing out.
"That's not quite what I meant. I meant, you wouldn't be bothered to do so?" She was walking at a rather speedy pace, eager to check on her dad.
She stands to the side, listening to Fire talk to his parents.
She follows after him, hovering easily in pace. "You think your dad will listen to us?"
"You'd be fine trottin' down to the bend?" Even as she asked she was already turning to go in that direction.
