The alicorn made the last adjustment to the components of the spell, examined them with a critical eye, and nodded to herself. Everything was in order. The doors were shut, locked, and sealed, the windows likewise, and with her current home in the middle of the expanded Everfree Forest, she was unlikely to get a visitor to begin with.
Monday, November 26, 2012
Sunday, November 25, 2012
Saturday, November 24, 2012
Monday, November 19, 2012
He’s runnin’ late, Big Macintosh thought to himself as he idly drummed a hoof on the restaurant’s table.
Not that he was surprised. Despite how much the poor pony tried, something was bound to go wrong for Caramel. It was just how things seemed to work around the tan stallion, and by now both he and Macintosh had simply come to accept it.