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26th Lance ↟ | Morale Fades [Visual]

[Shortly after Rise comes to her and they discover Cirno's disappearance, with a pained spirit, Nephenee picks up her scroll, thinking of how to best to announce it. Ultimately, given her own struggling to stay calm visually, she opts for voice. There's a bit of silence before she speaks, but her voice is quiet when it begins, full of hesitation.]

Um...everypony? Ah...

[A sigh.]

Ah jus' wanted to let folks know that Cirno's gone. She..vanished sometime this mornin'. Ah jus'...hope she's back in her world or...that she comes back soon.

So...please forgive me if Ah ain't myself for a bit....

...Does...anypony mind if Ah an' Daisy, Amara, an' Astra stay with 'em...? J-jus' for a bit..? It...feels real empty here without my sisters...

[That's all she's willing to say for the moment. She's going to hide in her secret tree in the woods for a bit.]

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Is that a hint I should make you some more? [Morgan is already rising as he poses that question, because he knows the answer, and because she just looks so sad. Well, by his standards, anyway.]

[THE EPITOME OF SADS, RIGHT HERE. Her ears might go up a little at that.] Ah..sure wouldn't say no.

[Despite anything some might say, like "No no, stay there and relax" or something, she climbs to her hooves as well to follow, altogether unenthusiastic at the idea of being alone for even a moment right now.] Ah can cut up more shortbread while ya do that.

[Morgan doesn't even bother to try. Neph is an active pony who probably wouldn't understand 'stay there and relax' if he explained it a dozen times, and if being active helped her, who was he to stop her?]

You know, I dont see how we're going to stop this cycle of making more cocoa and shortbread, then eating it. We might be stuck doing this for the rest of our lives.

Well, we're gonna run outta chocolate to melt or shortbread sooner or later...

[And despite meeting with the others, it's still afternoon. They've got plenty of time to nibble and snuggle. Though, after she makes incisions in the dessert, Neph finds herself stretching her back out, wincing slightly. What is it about stress that immediately knots up her muscles, despite...actually, now that she thinks about it, she might not have had enough to drink as of late - perhaps she should have increased her intake more.]

[After she plates their 'cookies' - making sure to make more this time - she leans against him.]

Don't suppose it'd be too much to maybe get a massage in a bit? If ya please.

Oh gee, I don't know, do I really feel like getting my hooves all over Neph while making her feel better in the process? Let me think. Hmmmmmmmmmmm. [Fewer louder or more obnoxious 'hmmms' were ever uttered, as Morgan curls a hoof beneath a chin and makes quite the show of considering.] Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

[Well, if he's going to be a brat about it, far be it for her to not be one as well. She gives him a knowing smirk.]

Don't hurt yourself thinkin' too hard, there. Hate for ya to get a headache from the few brain cells in there bouncin' around.

[With a wink, she gently taps his head, an ear perking.]

Not as hollow as Ah thought. Ya must not be ripe. [Both of their jokes certainly are.]

Argh, you knocked it loose!

[Morgan rears back onto his hind legs, staggers about dramatically with his forelegs flailing and his eyes rolling, then promptly collapsed directly on Neph.]

[Another girl might have fallen over from the sudden weight, but Neph effortlessly catches the twit as he falls onto her, her grunt more a laugh than anything else.]

More like knocked ya loose. [Don't mind her, she's just going to bury her nose in your mane while she's holding onto you, Morgan. And kiss your head.] Maybe Ah can revive a few cells in there...

[He knows. That's one big reason he adores this girl. There's nothing, absolutely nothing he could do to her that she couldn't handle.]

Well, you're definitely reviving some stuff, but I can't promise they're brain cells.

[Morgan pls.]

[Nephenee blinks, hot air from her snout hitting his scalp as she tries to figure out what that means.]

Whatcha mean?

[This is a dangerous game they're playing. This is a time the truth will not set him free. In fact, the truth will probably make her squeak loudly and drop him.]

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I mean I'm only feeling the urge to grab you and start kissing you till your eyes cross, now. No thinking necessary there.

[So there's half of the truth, and not the half that should really surprise her at this point.]

[Don't underestimate the innocence there, Morg. Just because she should expect it...]

Heh, as nice as that sounds, ya might burn the chocolate...

[Half joking, half serious. Don't burn the chocolate!]

Oh, well, I can't even risk that. I know where I stand if you have to choose between me and chocolate. [Morgan winks at her. He's only teasing; he has absolutely no doubt where he REALLY stands.]

Well, ya'd really be in trouble if ya was made o'chocolate, then.

[Completely, blissfully, unaware of anything untoward about this, she takes a few hairs from his mane into her mouth, gently tugging on them.]

Nom nom nom.

[Neph why.]

[Well. He can either sit here, melt into a puddle, and then have to explain to Neph why he's going to go home and spend an hour in the shower, or he can get revenge.]

[So Morgan quickly cranes his neck out to capture some of her mane in his mouth in turn.]

[Oh! Well. Uh...That makes her feel very, very funny, in ways she's not used to. In fact, it makes her feel so funny she quickly stops tugging, thoroughly distracted by his counter.]

[Careful Morgan, you might have to hit the reset button if you tug too much.]

[Nope, once Neph sort of goes to jelly, Morgan stops tugging. He figures his point has been made. After all, the only reason HIS knees aren't weak is his greater experience with the sensation in general...]

[Woo-wee! What a funny rush that is...pardon her while she finds where her brain skittered off to, Morgan.]

[Shaking her mane once she got some semblance of consciousness back, the mare nickers softly.]

N-no more hair-tuggin'...we'll burn...the chocolate. An' a few brain cells.

Normally I'd say it would be worth it, but... I'm afraid that if I so much as imply that burning chocolate might be even faintly acceptable in any circumstance, you'll break up with me.

[He's mostly teasing. MOSTLY.]

[Since the brat has the nerve to joke about that, she overcomes her stupor long enough to bop him on the head and give him a dirty look. Well, a not-entirely-serious dirty look, but one none-the-less.]

'Cuse you, Ah'm pretty sure nothin's bad enough to make me do that. Chocolate's nice, but if Ah had to choose, Ah'm pretty sure we both know what Ah'd pick, an' it's in my hooves bein' a brat.

[Morgan looks back at her with a thoroughly innocent and inquisitive look.]

What if I burned chocolate while saying that lances were overrated?

[See this face, Morgan? This is such a 'bitch plz' face.]

Ah'd say Ah figured ya were bein' a brat an' remind ya o'the time Ah knocked ya on your ass because ya underestimated what a good fighter can do with a lance, even that close up, an' that they're used against you sword users for a reason.

[Neph rarely curses beyond 'horsefeathers', so he can be sure she's going for effect here.]

An' you're datin' a gal who can fight an axe user with lil' trouble, so close range ain't a problem at all.

[She'd long ago passed the point where the technical disadvantage a lance had against an axe was negated, after all.]

They're useful as both melee an' ranged weapons, 'specially chained like mine, keep the enemy further away than a sword or axe, minimizin' risk o'damage, an' are quick as their user, equally made to pierce an' slash. Oh, an' the end's effective to hit anyone behind ya.

An' all without a hint o'magick.

So Ah'd say lances are rated perfectly well.

[SHOTS FIRED. He wants to be a troll? She can troll right back!]

[Morgan regards her for a second as he considers all his possible responses to this sudden outburst... but really, there is only one he could ever act on.]

[Morgan pounces at her like his butt is spring-loaded, the better to grab her, pin her down, and kiss her till her mane frizzes.]

[What, you thought you could say something like that and get away with it? Nope! But of course, his response makes her squeak much like a chew toy as she goes down, and it's not long before her hair resembles a Pinkie Pie's, if it was a really humid day.]

Whoa...h-hi..there...

You are the best.

[He means that from the depths of his heart. More than she knows, though she will someday. But she really, really is so wonderful he can barely handle it.]

[Only your dorky boyfriend would get turned on by being sassed, Neph.]

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