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True TalentThe group were enjoying lunch outside the rainbow factory gift shop. The mares had some keyrings and were attempting to pick the ones they wanted without arguing. Steadfast was doing his best not to laugh at the pair. D however was ignoring them and was contentedly messing with his wings by looking back and forth at an enchanting lexicon he had picked up back in Ponyville. Edge and Scribe were chatting to themselves.True Talent by Eva-Janova
“So where do you think we’ll go next?” Edge asked casually.
“I have no idea.” Scribe responded, “but knowing Dove she’ll have something in mind.”
It was as if in response that a mail pony flew past. “Excuse me?” He approached, “I was told that I would find a Midnight Scribe here?”
“That’s me,” he responded.
“Here.” He passed him a letter, “I think its urgent.” And he flew off without another word.
“Gotta love the mail force around here, very efficient.
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