mylittlejamjar | Moving Forward [visual]

H-Hello everyone!

[The Butterfly appears on the scroll and seems a bit... nervous? She bobs up and down and weaves in and out of the visual range and her light is fluctuating in intensity.]

So... okay, most of you know who I am. And if you don't, where the buck have you been? Eh-heh...

...okay, that came out wrong...

So... here's the thing. I know most of you know me as the cheeky, loveable butterfly, but the truth is that... there's more to appearances! You see... um... back where I came from, I was originally from a place called Lunares. It was a place where we would look down and see how everybody in the world was doing and it was on the moon! And... one day... things got pretty dangerous down there. Their sky was falling and their world was surely going to end--! So, I went to um... I-I... I decided to go help.

And, because it was dangerous... I went down not quite looking like how I normally do. I learned... a trick! Something to keep me safe. And, the thing is...

...why don't I show you...

[And the butterfly is enveloped by a light as bright as the moon. When it disperses... a new pony appears. The new pony looks up, blinks a little and gives an embarrassed smile as her eyes turn away and her cheeks burn red.]

...I wasn't always a butterfly.

Umm... it's nice to meet you?

((Will respond with

keepcalmandflutteron AND... *drumroll*

forthelifeofme!))

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Oh, you're the one who was talking to your father over the scrolls, right? I recognize your voice.

[A butterfly turned pony, huh?]

Well, it's nice to meet you too. Was Lunares the place you were talking about, or the world you went to save?

Y-Yes, it was me. I did it.

Um... no. The place I went to help was called Riveria. My home is Lunares.

Riveria... the one with the huge mountain, and the meadow... and the floating island, right?

Yes, that's right. My home isn't quite as beautiful, but I've seen some of the people from Riveria get a bit...

[panicked]

...overwhelmed when they came to visit.

Well, something similar could happen to some of my friends; coming to the big city I'm from after living in Inaba all their lives would probably overwhelm them too.

Though, I doubt it would be similar to what your home is, by what you're describing.

[Ah, he should ask...]</small? So what should I call you now?

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"Hello, Yuelia."

Terra's smiling.

H-Hello Terra.

...

Um... you d-don't think Dust would mind, do you?

"He won't."

Terra's so confident of this her ears are actually perked up instead of hiding in her mane.

Good.

...

I don't like the idea of looking for a new place to stay. If I can avoid it.

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Well well. I should have known.

["You really should have."]

If it's any consolation, I've been doing this for a really long time.

I've become quite good at it.

Again, you remind me of another. She was...I must admit grudgingly...amazingly adept at changing her appearance. Even down to fooling people of her gender.

There's more to it then that, but if I may be a little blunt it's really none of your business!

Still, I have find it useful to keep a low profile to assess a strange situation.

Huh. How about that.

You look nice, kid.

Thank you very much, Harvey.

You, uh, still sing good? Y'know, the few times I heard it.

[Harvey snorts in amusement.] Thanks.

So how did turnin' into a butterfly keep you safe? If you don't mind me askin'.

Well, here or there?

Mm...

Here, it kept me safe because I could watch everything without anybody knowing. I mean, aside from me being loudmouthed about it, which was always. But there is a sort of protection in anonymity. Knowing that what I am saying or doing would only apply to one version of me.