1 ✫ [audio] :: a rodeo of a different sort

[likeahoss.livejournal.com]

[At first, there's silence from Applejack's journal. Or something close to it, anyway; a definite quiet broken only by soft and steady breathing and the occasional snuffle. Then rustling and a yawn as the snoozing pony stretches and rolls over, still half-dreaming.

It's not exactly the most elegant entrance someone could make to Paradisa, but Applejack never went for that kind of thing even when she was conscious. She yawns again and rubs her eyes with a hoof blearily, sleepy murmurs caught by the journal she's not even aware of possessing.]

...hmm? Apple Bloom, don't bother me now, go an' see Granny if yer hungry. I'm-

[But she doesn't get a chance to finish that sentence, because her green eyes snap open and the new surroundings become apparent to her. Frantic, aggravated clopping of hooves as Applejack dashes about- over here, over there, finally in a circle of utterly dumbfounded and near-panicky confusion. And then a sharp, surprised intake of breath as she notices her flank- or to be more exact, how blank it is. How it lacks her cutie mark, the three red apples she's impossibly proud of. Applejack checks again, and again, and the noise repeats each time. Until she starts yelling, that is, loud and angry and with a definite southern accent.]

JEST WHAT IN TARNATION IS GOIN' ON-?!

Comments

[likeahoss.livejournal.com]

Well, of course we don't! Nobody, pony or otherwise, should get messed with this way- it jest ain't fair, an' I don't hold with it.

[tomatoandbasil.livejournal.com]

You sound like a fighter. Or at least someone with a strong spirit. Seems that even between humans, elves, others, and even ponies, not much is different. This I can tell already.

[likeahoss.livejournal.com]

[the unintended compliment catches her off guard, and she settles.] Well, somepony's gotta stay tough when the goin' gits rough, right? Might as well be me.

...makes sense. This is still all powerful strange to me- but I can git along with anyone who ain't out to hurt me or mine. After that, I guess bein' a whole 'nother sort of creature don't really matter too much if yer good on the inside.

[tomatoandbasil.livejournal.com]

One needs to adapt here, and already knowing that will help you a lot here. This place throws unexpected things at us constantly, so knowing even a pony here is prepared is a bit comforting, even if there are those that won't accept such radical racial differences.

[That last part hit a sore spot for her, you can tell in her voice]

What's your name, and where are you from? I don't think I've heard such an interesting accent before. I'm Alleyne.

[likeahoss.livejournal.com]

[she catches it, but isn't really sure how to approach it....it's none of her business, but she isn't the type to just ignore that kind of hurt. So she'll just try for a sympathetic tone so far.] Huh, no foolin'? I'm powerful sorry to hear that some think that way. I mean, we all got our differences- ain't no gettin' 'round that, I know- but a faithful heart's a hundred times more important.

Oh, I'm Applejack! I'm from Equestria, specifically Ponyville an' even more specifically my family's apple farm. It's nice to meetcha, Alleyne.