(The 43rd Clockmaker shall now be refered to as Clocky.) Clocky chuckled at the display infront of him. He had brought up a visor and had checked on Snow and Winter. "Hehe." He says as he looks at the two ponies.
"Yes and it seems you have as well, this should prove interesting did you happen to get told where it would be?" Asks Rashall rumagging through his pack making sure he packed everything.
Clocky layed down, hooves behind his neck. He started singing quietly on Melancholy hill while bobbing his head. "Up om Melancholy hill, there's a plastic beach..."
"Well then care if I tag along with you again when we do find out?" Asks Rashall nuzzling Uniqua on the chin lightly.
Rashall simply smiles, "We could probably make it early tomorrow, or would you rather leave today. Though we still have no idea where it's going to be held," he says after a pause.
"Well, didn't the invite say two months? I mean, I don't know when the letter was sent, but I'm still packing.." she says quietly.
"Hehe guess I skipped over that part," says Rashall rubbing the back of his head, "I was just wondering if you wanted to go with me."
"Now then the big question, can I stay here with you?" Asks Rashall blushing a little at what he had yet told Uniqua.
As the planner ticked off the long list, the couple's patience grew thinner and thinner until finally they snapped, "Alright, alright we get it, how about we just do it ourselves?" Winter said, standing up. "Yea, that sounds good." Snow said, standing up as well, and they left the planner alone.
"The last letter ready?" Snow asked Winter. "Eeyup." Winter replied. "Alright, sending the letters now." Snow told Winter, horn lighting up as the letters dissolved into multiple clouds of ash and headed towards their respective resipitants. (They were about the location)
Rashall was about half way up the stairs his pack half on him and half on Uniqua when the letter sent to him appeared right in front of him causing him to reel back and fall down the stairs.
