Her horn glowed, and a sleepy March was lifted onto her back. "Think before you accuse a 6 year old of looking at you funny. I looked at you funnily because you bucking vomited in an ice cream shop. Either you hate the ice cream, or you're a drunk, and I have no time for either." she said. She shook her head, and went outside.
Tyler still sobbing says "Why are you being so mean" He then runs off to the bathroom and hides in a stall while crying.
"bucking accuse you of looking at him funnily, then sobbing like it's all going to get better." she muttered. March jumped from her back. "C'mon, Intrude, it wasn't that bad." he said.
Quickstar felt bad for the adolescent, but a decade of teaching foals at Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns had taught him when trying to comfort a distressed pony was the right thing to do, and when trying to do so would just upset that pony further. This seemed like the latter, so he resumed his previous activity of pony-watching, but made sure to keep an eye on the pony with the dancing-shoes cutie mark in case the situation changed to something he might be able to help with.
"sniff yea im fine.... im gonna come out now" Tyler walks out and then says "Why didnt you help? you know im shy"
Tyler just stared at him with an angry stare "Im sorry I need to go" Tyler then walked out of the sweet shop and went to an open field to relax and meditate
After a while of meditating Tyler decided to go back home and on his way he saw the two ponies from before he quickly ran up to them and said "Hey um im sorry about before I didnt mean to sound mean I am just really shy and I threw up because somepony I hadnt met before went up to me and started talking to me and I just got really scared but I got you something as a peace present" Tyler pulled out 2 daisies and gave one to each of them "I hope we can be friends" said Tyler trying to make a smile
Quickstar was glad he'd kept an eye on that adolescent, because to his keen eye, the pony now comforting him was one of the more interesting individuals he'd seen that day. He'd caught a glimpse of a cutie mark of a pony silhouette of some sort, implying a talent in either stagecraft or stealth. This pony was wearing a cloak though, and cloaks were an unusual fashion choice in Equestria unless there was a reason for wearing them, so Quickstar was willing to guess a talent in stealth of some sort. Hmm...I wonder what a pony like that could be doing in a place like this, Quickstar mused. Still, he seems friendly enough. Another pony I might want to keep an eye on, but nothing to worry about yet. Or so he thought, before the pony in question turned invisible. THAT got Quickstar's attention in a hurry. His curiosity good and truly piqued now, he dropped a few bits on the table for his hot chocolate and casually strode off in the direction he'd seen the pony heading in. Now, in case there ends up being a confrontation, what is there in this direction that I could use as an excuse for taking the same path? Hmm...
Intrude gave him a nasty look, and walked off. March looked up at him. "Don't be upset. Intrude's had a really tough time. My momma died when I was born, and my dad hits Intrude a lot. She takes care of me, so Daddy doesn't hit me. She doesn't trust anypony."
Lace almost collided with Intrude but dodged in time, "sorry ma'am!" She called before joining the others. "I'm guessing nopony is getting along?" She asked the group
March shuddered. "No. She can't know I told you." "March, come on please." she called. "Bye!" he called, running off.
(Hey, quickstar, Yclept wears a cloak to hide his cutiemark) in the market, ponies are having their coin purses disappear.
(Perhaps, but Quickstar has incredibly sharp eyes. I'd assumed it had fluttered a bit when he bent down to comfort Tyler. He was able to tell it was some sort of pony silhouette, but not enough to tell which race or what pose. Besides, the fact he was wearing a cloak of that style would have been enough to draw his interest slightly, and the invisibility would absolutely have piqued his curiosity) It wasn't long before a hue and cry started going up in the marketplace over missing coinpurses, and given what he'd noticed so far, it wouldn't have taken a pony with Quickstar's mind to figure out who the first suspect should be. Still, an illusion spell of that caliber would be difficult to overcome directly. Casting a wide-range general spell disruptor strong enough to cancel it out would cause all kinds of havoc. I doubt it blocks sound, so I suppose I could always compare what I see with an echolocation spell... Quickstar smirked a bit. But where's the fun in that? Carefully examining the ground, he decided that looking for hoofprints was pointless, as the dirt in the marketplace had been packed rock-hard by countless hooves over the years. Trying to find hoofprints appearing on the edge of the area was too much ground to cover. Suddenly an idea occurred to him. He trotted over to a nearby grain stand and purchased a small bag of flour. He carefully lifted up a small clump of flour in his magic and dispersed it thinly along one edge of the market, placing a particle every inch or so horizontally and vertically in a grid-like pattern. The glow around each particle was so weak as to be almost invisible, and to the casual observer, it would look no different than a cloud of dust motes. Quickstar may not have been the most powerful unicorn, but his control and finesse was unparallelled, and something like manipulating a couple hundred tiny particles was no challenge so long as they were in a regular geometric pattern. He carefully swept the wall across the market, matching each pony who disrupted the levitation with the visible counterpart...
