This ask blog’s gonna become more of a question blog, and these ponies are the askers, I guess. Feel free to ask questions, but they’re probably just gonna be text replies.
Poketta Sunshine (top left) or just Poketta, is a therapist pony. She is short and stocky, and her cutie mark is a pocket with sunshine in it. She enjoys talking to her patients, and helping out any way she can.
Little Dipper (top right) is a young filly who enjoys astronomy. She’s very young, and her cutie mark is of the little dipper. She’s rather shy, but loves mythology, especially when related to the stars.
Fairy Berry Blend (bottom left) or Berry, is a smoothie expert. She’s a bit sassier than the others, and is very social and loves making smoothies that she believes reflect the personality. Her cutie mark is a strawberry with some swirls around it.
Galaxy (bottom right) is very into aliens and myths. She’s a bit odd, and her mane is very thin and she is very lanky and awkward. It can be very hard to tell if she actually believes in all the strange things she writes about. Her cutie mark is a UFO.
((OOC: Hey guys, sorry I haven’t been posting anything! My drawing wrist is busted and I have to wear a wrist brace, so I haven’t been able to draw because it hurts a lot.
So, here’s a nice little picture from my left hand. Hope to be back to drawing soon!))
Redwood: Sometimes families come along, sometimes they’re just traveling by themselves. Either way, I don’t mind letting them stay in my barn, it’s plenty big. Pinny will sometimes make them some warm clothes if it’s cold.
Also, they usually come with some pretty great stories about their travels.
Aunt Pinny: … I’m not daft. I do taxidermy. I THINK I know the difference between an animal and a balloon animal. I don’t even understand the appeal. Giraffes, dogs, llamas, horses, and pretty much everything else with that general shape look the same.
Redwood: Same thing that happened to everything else. They said it was probably something wrong with the stove that caused the gas to leak, or something like that… The rest of it kinda came down with age, so there’s not really anything left.
Aunt Pinny: I like to be creative with my costumes. Last year I found an entire bear, and with a little fixing up…
Redwood: We end up with a lot of leftover candy.
Aunt Pinny: Redwood wears stupid costumes.
Redwood: … uhhhh like I was saying, I don’t really have a preference. My mane has always just been really fluffy.
Redwood: We always meet at the top of a hill, below a tree. We always picnicked there.
I bring blankets because they never have any, and I bring my mom some of her favorite flowers. I know it sounds silly, but they match both of our eyes, so that’s kind of something we share.
And then I tell them about what life’s like lately. About the friends I’m making, about Pinny’s new weird traits that I know they would find funny. I ask dad if Pinny has always been this crazy. I tell mom that I am lonely a lot and how I think about them all the time.
But, after a while, it’ll just become quiet…
You can hear the wind pushing the grass, but nothing else makes much of a sound.
I don’t eat the lunch. I am not usually hungry.
I wrap the extra blankets around my parents. They look cold. They always look cold.
…
Then when Pinny is done with her work for the morning, she will notice I am missing, and she will come, too. And at first, she will stare at us, with a sad look in her eyes…
… and then she will begin to tell me stories about them. Never sad stories, always funny or cheerful or both. She loved to tell the story about how her mother or Redwood’s grandma, had this ridiculous old wooden toy house, with little stuffed mice inside that all wore clothes and sat around a wooden table with tiny handcrafted wooden food, and once during an argument they broke it, but they rebuilt it to hide from their mother that they broke it.
They would have gotten away with it, had it not given them both their cutie marks.
Redwood loved imagining them. They never got in trouble, their mother was so proud of them, they all couldn’t stop laughing.
And then, after a few stories, we would grow quiet.
And I would ask her, because I could not remember it well.
“What was life like with them?”
She told me she had never seen two people more in love. And she could not remember visiting them once without all of them ending up laughing.
But all in all, it was just too short.
And like every year,
we decide that they would not want to sadden our Christmas.
And I leave the flowers.
And we walk home.
And we celebrate.
Happy Holidays from Redwood and Pinny.
