Mlp Candy Mare Novels & Stories

I asked, eyeing the fine creatures for something familiar, trying to inject a bit of lightness into the heavy mood, my words coming out quiet. He didn’t answer at first, his quietness ringing loud, his face shut down, making it clear he wasn’t up for chatting. I edged closer, taking in his tense jawline, and my chest felt heavy. “I’ll go with Brown Starlight,” he said at last, flashing a quick half-smile as he led out a sturdy chestnut stallion. “I’ll claim Thunder, the white one with the wild blaze,” Sarah chimed in, her tone upbeat and almost buoyant, as she approached a glossy mare, her bottled-up excitement spilling over the awkwardness.

“This one’s Shadowfax. He’s the calmest of the three, but don’t let that fool you. He’s got the spirit of a warrior.” “He’s also the most stubborn,” Levi chimes in, a fond smile on his face as he gestures to the gleaming white mare. “This one is Stardust. She’s all grace and elegance, but she’s got a mischievous streak. She’ll test your patience, but she’ll reward you with loyalty that’s second to none.”

He then showed me the garden outside and I gasped in shock upon seeing the tulips panted at the center of the garden. "You like them? They were your mother's favorite," Lorenzo said. "Mine too," I said. He nodded with a smile on his face before touring me down to the stables. There were about ten horses in there, but one capture my attention. It was a raven black horse and its coat was shining in the sun. Its hair was braided and I've never seen a horse quite captivating as this one. "This is Ravena. She's a beautiful one. She's five years old and she's one of the most beautiful horses we have here. Do you want to ride her?" Lorenzo asked.

The mare whinnies when she sees us, seeming to recognize Amelia when she sees her. The girl stops, looking in disbelief at the mare in front of her, not seeming to believe what her eyes are showing her. "Is that Crystal?" he murmurs, walking slowly to my side. I smile. "Yes." "God, she's huge." Speak and I make a face.

Something passed silently between the cousins, some communication she couldn’t interpret. “I’m glad you’re both safe,” the Prince said at last. Then his smile returned. “Come. The court is eager to meet you.” He turned slightly in his saddle and raised a hand. A groom immediately spurred forward, leading a horse that made Loren’s breath catch in her throat. The mare was the colour of cream, with a mane that flowed like silk in the wind. Her build was pure Windrider, bred for speed and endurance across the grasslands, her dark eyes intelligent and calm.

I immediately changed the subject and went on to the point about why I am here. I wanted to ride. To run and feel the thrill of galloping along the snowy path. I wanted to forget that this cruel world existed, even just for a moment. Mikanor stared at me for a moment, but he nodded afterward. “I’ll get her for you. You better stay on trails and watch out where you are going. The snow can be slippery.” He cautioned first before going and fetching my friend mare. “Don’t worry. Copper will take care of me. She's a smart mare.” I say, meeting them halfway on the aisle soon as I see the magnificent creature and rubbing the mare’s nose, loving her nostalgic scent wafting to my nostrils.

Aiden guesses, not that it needs much guesswork. “A ghost,” I nod. “His horse is a stallion. Blackmarsh has mares. There have been foals that we don’t have another explanation for. They’re not ghosts, they’re perfectly normal horses as far as anyone can tell. They’re very, very good horses. Promises Kept is one of them, Keppy for short. He’s one of Katie’s competition horses.” “Ghosts can do that?” He sounds dubious. I’d never have guessed it was possible either, if I hadn’t seen the evidence. “What about Bellmouth, does he have puppies?”

It took away from that hard image I worked to project. I turned to see the little boy I had spotted on the porch yesterday. I smiled, appreciating his curiosity. “Yes, it is. She’s a mare. Her name is Fiona.” “What’s a mare?” “A mare is a girl horse,” I answered, trying to keep it simple. “This particular horse is called a paint.” “A paint?” he asked, scrunching up his nose. “What’s that?” I laughed, realizing I was probably giving the poor kid way too much information. “A paint is a type of horse, like a bulldog is a type of dog.”

Probably because even at eight years old, Mare was determined to take home that mean old pony, despite all the other younger, nicer ponies that were also there. “I felt bad,” Mare explains, running a finger over the picture of the three of us standing in front of the pony. The pony, one she later named Bits, looked pissed, while she looks at him lovingly. Pippa watches Bits with an anxious expression. I don’t stare too long at myself in the photo. Eleven year old me has his hand out, watching Mare carefully to make sure Bits didn’t try to bite her. “If I hadn’t brought him home, who would’ve loved him?” “No one probably,” my dad pipes up. “That thing was mean as hell to everyone but you, Mar

Once she gained enough clarity, she went back to exploring her interface and shopped for some attribute candies and skills upgrades. The prices of attribute candies started from +1 which cost 1 Point. Every addition doubles the previous price. For example, when she tried to increase her 7 strength to make its value 10, she had to fork out 1 + 2 + 4, in total, 7 Pleasure Points, for the increase. The first two candies she received from the system were odd though. Her intelligence and stamina had both increased by five. Maybe because those candies were from the starter's pack.