mylittlejamjar | First Script: Hangin' Out at the Corner

After a quick stop at the bank to exchange her Cerilian currency to something more Equestrian, Maebhrin spent a short time wandering around town to take in the sights. It seemed like a nice place, though there were one or two places that she mistook for inns, which made cause for apologies to the residents...
In truth, it didn't take her very long to figure out exactly where Sugarcube Corner was, although she was rather slow about poking her head in--there were certainly enough other ponies there to make sure business was hopping, and she didn't intend to be a bother to anyone.

At least it was a popular place, and Pinkie wouldn't be out of a job any time soon, right?

After talking to herself for a few moments (mostly to get up her courage around so many others), Mae stepped in, and took her place in the line. It was either shorter than she'd imagined, or Pinkie was a marvel of efficiency, for it took no time at all for the former elf to find herself face to face with the pink pony.

"Well met. One welcome cupcake, if you please? So is this a confectionary?" Maebhrin asked, taking in the atmosphere--and the oh-so-pleasant smells that threatened to make her stomach grumble.

Maybe she'd pick up some cupcakes for the other ponies in training, now that she had proper currency. Though she wasn't entirely sure how she'd manage to get them there...

(ooc: she'll probably be here for a while, feel free to run into Mae if you like!)

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Lucia, once she sees Maebhrin here, waves her over with a hoof. She has a cup of some dark liquid that steams, and the flakiest breadroll that Maebhrin has ever seen.

Not a difficult feat, considering Mae hasn't seen a great number of breadrolls in her life. Diemed's royalty preferred his rolls more rounded and crusty, and elves tended to make flat journey bread, after all.

The cup, of course, has Maebhrin curious.

"Well met, Lucia," she says, nodding. "What have you there? And might I join you?"

"A crescent roll and a cup of khafe." Hey Lucia, it's called coffee here, numbhorn pony. "The khafe is an infusion of dried and roasted seeds, sort of a minor potion of focus. Like tea infusions but stronger."

And she's showing off her vast, vast knowledge just to show it off as Twilights are prone to. Khafe was rare on her world, and mostly served in one particular place.

Not that Maebhrin seems to mind. "I have never heard of khafe." Then again, where she was from, it probably came from somewhere near Khinasi, and she had never had an occasion to visit that country...

"It smells interesting, but I might stick with my tisanes. I do not think I need that much in the way of stimulation. Unless, of course, I plan to spend the night in a library, without sleeping..."

Though her smile suggested that she was both not averse to doing so, and had probably done so in the past, when a library had been present.

"Oh gods, I remember those days. Those were good days, but I fear they're long past me."

Lucia sighs, looking out the window. "This is a town - a town, not even a city - where glass and sugar and butter and cream are not priced dearly. What sort of luxury have we fallen into, Maebhrin?"

"In truth, I know not, save to say 'peaceful', at least at the nonce," Maebhrin replied. "Though perhaps, we are close enough to where some of those things are produced, so that they are not as dear as they should be."

Though, to Mae, it didn't sound right, to judge by the look on her face.

"I simply do not know. Still, until something foul shows itself...I feel to judge rashly would be wrong. So I shall wait, and see, I suppose."

"Cream and butter, that I could understand. I have..." she chuckles. "...spoken with the dairy cows. They think quite highly of their treatment." Her voice goes low. "And to be frank this goes far in curbing my appetite for beefsteak."

Out loud again, she says, "Peace on us, then. I could grow used to this place, but my home cries out for it's own peace. And yours, as well."

Maebhrin chuckled softly, sighed, and gave a nod. "Yes. It would be too easy to settle in to the peace here. Too easy to forget. I do not think it is a danger of this place, mind, simply that--well, to ones such as we, it would do us ill to forget whence we came."

She gestured at Lucia's snack. "Though I do not think it ill to reward ourselves, every once in a while."

"As long as we are here and cannot leave," Lucia says in a tone of mock piety. She can't keep her face straight for very long, however, and it cracks into a smile soon enough.

"Besides, this world has enemies. Make no mistake, this peace has ardent defenders. The Pale Pony, for one - the source of our current displacement."

Maebhrin gave her friend quite the serious look, ears pricking forward. She leaned in and lowered her voice, to not disturb the other denizens of the Corner.

"Pale Pony? This is the first I have heard of it--what have you learned, Lucia?"

Lucia sits back, and takes her grimoire from her saddlebag. She flips to her notes and shows them off, including the P and crossed arrows sigil. ~~which I don't know how to make what is ascii~~

"The Pale Pony is - or pretends to be - a psychopomp, a goddess of death and guardian to the underworld. The savants of this world think that brought us here, and they know that it can command the recently killed. And the recently resurrected... but I will speak no more of that sad tale." She shakes her head.

Mae blinked. Recently resurrected? Though Lucia said she would speak no more of that--best not to push, though she flicked her ears back again, briefly.

"Odd. I was not in danger of dying, when I was taken from Diemed. Were you?" Though she did remember quite well what she had been doing, which had been getting ready to take her watch while her party was in the Spiderfell...

That was neither here nor there, though, and she worried at her lower lip, briefly. Hoping her allies--her friends--were all right.

"No, which means neither of us are at risk of falling under her power. I was sleeping when this world stole me from my own." An important clarification, that. Lucia stresses 'neither of us are at risk.' "The dead not of this world are teleported in a flash of rainbow light to her demense - and then returned, but vulnerable."

She sighs. "I have been searching for lore on her and on the magic of this place since. It is similar to my own home, which explains the ease with which I was taken. Like worlds are easier to reach."

Maebhrin frowned. "I suppose that means my world was like enough, as well. Though I am quite glad that neither of us are in danger of being caught under the sway of this Pale Pony."

It didn't sound good, at least.

"One hopes that it would be easier for you to find the lore you seek, since it should be easy to know where to look. Though if you need an assistant of sorts, all you needs must do is ask. I am not only good for hitting things." Maebhrin chuckled at that, though weakly.

First Script: Hangin' Out at the Corner

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