Knife smiles, turning back around with some fresh buttermilk biscuits and strawberry jam. She sets the plate down and blushes. "I uh... So cooking isn't exactly my thing. I'm sorry." She gives a little bow and waits patiently.
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Knife smiles, turning back around with some fresh buttermilk biscuits and strawberry jam. She sets the plate down and blushes. "I uh... So cooking isn't exactly my thing. I'm sorry." She gives a little bow and waits patiently.
"I greatly appreciate your oddly shaped pancakes." Alice smiles courteously. "Could you get me the blueberry jam though?" The niche idol inquires.
With a nod, the hound turns and begins rummaging through the cupboards. She finds the blueberry jam and returns to Alice, twisting the lid off and taking the strawberry back. "Anything else?"
Rivet nods, suddenly aware of his friend's fatigue. He quickly locates a comfortable spot to sit and observe the hustle and bustle of the surrounding craftshops, leaving plenty of room for Smithy.
At first, Rivet is merely content to sit and listen to Smithy, offering shy remarks and answering questions if asked. Eventually though, his curiosity wins out and he tentatively asks Smithy about is weakened side.
"I-I noticed you tend to favor one side walking around and such... Were you injured? Y-you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, I just was wondering if it had something to do with your work.
<cut to Alula>
"What are a few things you don't like then?"
The spotless changeling curiously tilts her head as she looks at her sibling.
"Well... Why don't you make some suggestions, and I'll agree or disagree." Shivers told Alula.
<cut to Alula>
"Okay! That sounds like the best idea."
The spotless changeling agreed with her sibling. Alula quickly makes herself comfortable in the room before she started giving her suggestions to her sibling.
"Not that I can think of currently..." Alice explains as she spreads the jam on her biscuits, mind racing on how she should act and if she is or isn't getting the most of this experience of having a maid.
Knife smiles, nodding her head and waiting patiently beside Alice for now, in case the mare has anymore needs.
<cut to Alula>
After the spotless changeling has gotten comfortable in the spot she has decided to sit at, she asked the sibling,
"Before I start listing my suggestions; Is there anything you have a taste for? Are you in the mood for something sweet? Sour?"
After the spotless changeling has gotten comfortable in the spot she has decided to sit at, she asked the sibling,
"Before I start listing my suggestions; Is there anything you have a taste for? Are you in the mood for something sweet? Sour?"
"I do like sweets..." Shivers answered. "But, we should probably have something other than sweet stuff. That's all I can say on that, though."
Alice does her best to show she is enjoying her food very much, not really knowing how to do so.
<cut to Alula>
"That is still a good place to start. Now, do you have a taste for something sugary sweet, or a gentle sweet?"
Alula smiles to her brother before she asked another question to better understand what to get for her sibling.
Smithy takes a moment first of all, and it is only after he catches his breath that the smith pony begins speaking. "I'm getting old you know," the equine abruptly begins, looking directly ahead at a food stand where an enterprising pair of young canines are working. "I'm not the spry idealist who came to this city thirty years ago with nothing but a head full of ideas and the fur on my back. And the business keeps growing, changing."
Still staring ahead, Smithy sighs. "It's a hell of a life, you know. And knowing just the difference we make...." Again Smithy sighs. "I wouldn't take a single day back. It's not glamorous but knowing you saved lives, maybe even a family because you hammered that barding to the exact shape the wearer need." Quietly, a steel has crept into Smithy's voice. "I'll swear that by The Empress and in front of their majesties."
Shadow Mommy's many happy nymphs stare at he in silent awe. It seems her timing was so great that she could right now declare herself the Center Of he Universe and her little ones would in fact believe her fully.
The Darkness Without Form agrees. It seems something their nymphs would do since the little ones have so very thoroughly latched onto all of their loving parents and know them by their scent, their voice, their touch, and most importantly by their flavor of love - as if to highlight this a small cascade of nymphs rolls down his face to happily chirp at him, unafraid of his gigantic size, to which he purrs quietly in response.
The Empress quietly continues her purrs; the sound slowly grows more sedate as the ruler's eyes droops to near-closed. She leans in, enjoying this moment and curls a little better around her pet but where before she was possessive as well as enclosing now she is like a gentle cover draping herself over her pet's shiny form.
The pile of nymphs scatters easily as the entire floor of the Nexus is now full of nymphs either hiding or safekeeping their precious cookies. Some playfully try to steal more, some practically inhale theirs, some take time like they are the finest of culinary critics and some just play with the cookies, often with a little mess - and in regards to messes those are inevitable, often causing the nymphs in the surrounding area to try to do something with their Natural Art that more often than not leads to milk-bubbles floating in the air, steam rising, or something like sudden figurines rising from it.
The pile Benevolence is in keeps in a ring of happy nymphs who each are content to nom on their cookies at a sedate place while some keep squeaking about something something somthing with an insatiable rapid-pacing that sees neither end nor pauses: only squeaks of many variants rise in here.
Rivet frowns, he didn't know Smithy's craft was that of forging armor. It seemed like everything was subject to the command of this "Empress". Carefully, he tries to pry some information from Smithy.
"But why all the need for arms and armor?," He asks, "Forges like these could make so many other things. Are the monsters so numerous that it's necessary for constant military production or is there a war being fought? Is that what you mean by the business changing?"
The pony alchemist looks to the stars, thinking. "I just... I guess I wish that things could be peaceful. I haven't been here long, and I'm certainly not the best judge of people, but even I can see that Ponyville is filled with all sorts of good people... I guess that's why you're so proud of the work you do, you want to protect them."
Rivet smiles sadly, "I guess every land has its troubles... I guess I haven't worn out all my youthful idealism yet."
Amity is quite happy with possessiveness, but the gentle envelopment as well. The Princess thusly snuggles up closer to her Empress and enjoys the closeness fully, her body aching for it as if the Princess hadn't rested in a hundred years.
Benevolence quietly nibbles on her cookie like a mustard yellow bug chipmunk, looking around to observe all the chaos around her to better understand what it is like to interact with Nymphs who view her as an equal instead of as a care-taker or venerated object.
<cut to Alula>
"I meant naturally sweet things like fruits. Sorry if I confused you there. I couldn't think of another word to describe them."
The spotless changeling explained her wording to her sibling.
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"Ah." Shivers said. "I don't really like much in the way of fruit, but honey's good. So, either that, or sugary sweet."
The stars, after finishing their meal, go out and play with a ball-shaped star, bouncing it around between them, then go and play fetch and, possibly to the nymps' surprise, play hide and seek, but hide from the nymphs, only coming out after the nymphs point at their hiding spot.
Flame Mommy loses her shape and coats the darkness in her warm flames, snuggling him and all the climbing nymphs into her warm embrace in the process.
'The our children sure are a special bunch, aren't they?' she chuckles happily, 'Their attraction to us, and maybe also cookies, is strong enough to lead them through a maze of spells, just to cuddle with us and boop our noses.'
Aerial Mommy snickers at how the little creatures all enjoy themselves with the cookies in their own special ways, building a whole castle made of cookies to see if the little ones will either protect it or destroy it... or maybe form two factions, one protecting it and one attacking it for its tasty goodness.
The little black griffon keeps searching for quite a while, but hidden in a corner, he finds the information desk and introduces himself as a new citizen who is looking for a job as a flight school teacher of sorts or a position in the weather patrol if needed, asking where he would find anyone who could either offer him such a postion or maybe know where to find someone who can.
Smithy looks down with a heavy shadow weighing on his countenance, breathing in slow draws. "You know what damaged goods means, Rivet?" the smith quietly asks, low enough to hide it under the humdrum of the commerce on the district. He then continues in a far lighter note: "And by the way, here's a hint. When you ask a question, ask just one and let the speaker answer. Don't prattle on with more questions. I'm not one of them fancy jin-what'sit."
The Empress closes her eyes and lets her voice fall to a content, deep purr.
From what Benevolence can see any nymph is free to squeak and will inevitably find somenymph in their company at least by their fourth squeak. It seems to be a cascading result of a thrumming gestalt of minds: each nymph is a small part of a vortex-like whole in which there are infinitely more minds than even full concepts might comprehend, all of them in a swirl of perpetal activity blazing away like little stars or maybe candles each one brighter than the sun but all of them swarming around larger lights, each of which outscales the little dots by magnitudes even as they radiate parental love that every nymph has a hold of with what feels like a stronger force than any atomic bond, or soul attachment.
As for the nymphs around the Nymph Queen, the siblings around her are frequently content to be, to act silly, or squeak something with a frequent psychic presence that carries a mental imprint oft with an emotional intent - the mess this creates is incomprehensible for a non-changeling - which together with their simply efficient yet high fractional communication that is easy to follow and understand.
One sister beside Benevolence randomly decides to squeak and ask what her sister thinks of the cookies, and giggles at the Nymph Queen's nomtics.
The nymphs find the stars actions very strange and ask their mommy what the squeak this is because they think this is confusing and silly.
Formless Dark answers with letting the fires dance bright, thereby creating shadows with each movements so that he can answer with each tendril's soft caress upon her. 'Yes, yes they are,' he growls contently in reply. 'Our wonderful little explorers of the universe.'
Castle Cookie is torn down within a full minute by a cookie hungry swarm of eager nymphs. Many of the nymphs in question also buzz over to the Aerial Mommy to thank her, using sveral methods from noseboops to thank-you squeaks to nuzzles to outright nomming softly on her affectionately - one of them even tries to nom on her delicious looking tail as dessert-dessert.
Knife pours some more tea and begins to clean up the dishes from making the food. Quietly humming, the hound looks over her shoulder and smiles, coming back over and gently wiping some jam from the corner of Alice's mouth. The green maid nods, and returns to her cleaning.
Amity too closes her eyes and nuzzles the Empress just a bit more to be sure Owner is extra snuggled.
Benevolence notes that the cookie has a very welcoming and comforting sensation to it, as if eating the cookie instantly makes wherever you are home.
"Hmmm. Let's go to the sugary sweets then. For starters, there is chocolate, cookies, and ice cream."
The spotless changeling announces to her sibling, along with listing a few exemplary foods.
The Shadow Mommy tells the little squeakers that the stars want the nymphs to find them hiding behind other stars that shape a village with houses, trees and several other things that they can hide behind. She also emphasizes that the nymphs will get a little something for finding all the stars.
Aerial Mommy isn't surprised that the nymphs loved tearing that cookie castle apart, laying on her back to snuggle the tail-nomming nymphs into her soft belly.
She wonders out of what the nymphs would actually build their own fortress, concluding that it'd probably be as simple as some very soft and cushiony blocks.
She tries this theory by giving them many blocks, demonstrating how they stick together, building a small little shed to snuggle nymphs as a result.
The small griffon receives the address of the Ponyville flight school from the info desk and hopes that he can actually get a job there.
After that, he goes to the lobby to check the map for his camping spot.
"Green Moors... Green Moors..." he mumbles as he searches for the location in question, "Aha! There it is!"
Having found where he needs to go, he leaves town hall to go to his camping spot, starting to set up his tent close to a tree to get some additional protection from wind and weather.
Many a nymph is in agreement with this. The warm feelings from consuming a cookie are very much appreciated by Benevolence's numerous siblings who are happy for the cookies as well as the milk available from the taps. A few siblings inquire what their sister thinks of the milk, while a few others just out of random decide to hug her out of familial affection since they feel like doing so.
Shadow Mommy's audience find this odd but rise happily to try to spot the hiders. It is a large game for them as they make use of their many Arts often one such at a time: although each one has a varied methodology it is more about having fun for them than about anything else and as such any a giggle is heard from the explorers who cross their investigations, and upon discovering a hider - it is obvious as well as unsaid that every nymph has a talent for the Dark Art which they tap into constantly to map out the night sky. This leads to a large number of nymphs happily chirping about although the results are not the most accurate ones, yet it only amuses them to see what their half-certain estimates do.
Aerial Mommy is swarmed in cuddle-happy nymphs who clearly take her actions as a sign that cuddles can be had with her, much to their glee, leaving smaller groups of siblings to ponder over the blocks like philosphers.
Shadow Mommy smiles as the nymphs actually try to use the tools they have at their disposal to try and spot the hiders better. She's all too happy to make some guesses by the nymphs, which happen to actually point at a hider randomly, count. The dark mare makes sure that the little ones are also a little snuggled by her mane from time to time.
Aerial Mommy giggles when she realizes how the nymphs interpreted her actions, snuggling them all with the softness of a fluffy cloud, just warmer and less wet. The mare heads out of her shed to build it bigger, so that she has more space to actually cuddle the little ones.
Kiro has soon finished setting up his tent and vanishes on the inside, where he gets comfortable on an air mattress, curling up in some blankets before falling asleep in them.
<cut to Alula>
"Chocolate it is then! I'll lead the way for you."
The older changeling announced to the younger changeling as she hops onto her hoofs. Alula waits for Shivers to catch up to her so she doesn't leave himself behind.