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Stitch 03 [Voice]

[A lot of people seem upset by these newcomers.

WHY.

Rarity, for her part, sounds ecstatic.]

Attention to all newcomers! Welcome to Luceti~! My name is Rarity, and if you'd like a small souvenir of your time here, I am handing out custom handkerchiefs, free of charge! Stitched by hoof and horn, it has an absolutely adorable pair of wings, outlined in silver. I can fill them in with any color, and even stitch your name on it, while you wait. It's truly unique, so please, do stop by!

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[Oh, souvenirs? Zelda would love one! He walks right up to Rarity - a talking pony? He's seen pretty weird stuff talk and has no problem dealing with that one - and waits his turn until he can make his order.]

Can you make one with navy blue wings? I think my g-. [He blushes.] My friend would really like it.

Absolutely!

[Horn glows, up floats a handkerchief, needle, and some navy blue thread, aaaand she's off.]

So, what's your name?

My name's Link, it's nice to meet you. [He smiles warmly, then starts a bit.] Ah, but don't put that name on there! It's for Zelda, not me!

Understood. Would you like Zelda's name on it?

[Silver-edged wings are quickly filling in with blue.]

[He watches with interest; She's doing all this without hands! It must be magic. He's seen a little, but the full spread of what it can do continues to surprise him.] Sure, please.

[Not gonna lie, he kind of wants to keep watching. It's pretty amazing!]

Good choice. So, where are you from?

[She is smiling and talking, but her eyes are focused on her work.]

Oh, um, I'm from a place called Skyloft. It's a floating island in the sky. I live on the surface now, though, in Faron Woods.

[He continues to watch, fascinated by the needle's apparent independant movements.]

What about you? Where is this?

Oh, this is Luceti, a strange land where everyone gets a pair of wings and can't leave. My home is Equestria, Ponyville to be precise.

Wings?!

[He suddenly struggles to see behind himself. Sure enough he has a pair of brilliantly crimson wings, tipped in bands of white, green, and yellow.]

I have wings!!

[Passing by the boutique she stops to look at the colorful squares of fabric, glancing up to find the seamstress to find herself staring at a very vibrant and...enthusiastic unicorn. Sabriel's only known one animal to speak like Rarity does and he's by no means so friendly. A little unsure and flustered she tentatively voices a question.]

Excuse me...um, I don't suppose you might be able to embroider a key onto one instead...would you?

[Rarity looks up and smiles. Yay!]

Ooh, a custom one. Absolutely; I have a few blanks for just such an occasion. What color key would you like, darling?

[Have some even more surprised blinking and speechlessness here for a good minute before Sabriel shakes herself out of her shock, offering the good pony a small smile. A talking unicorn with a purple mane and a flare for fashion. This would be something to tell the girls back home]

Can you make it a silver key on a blue handkerchief? Like my surcoat please? [Sabriel holds up a corner of her surcoat, a pattern of silver keys arranged across a royal blue background.]

Oh, of course. No problem. And would you like your name on it?

[Her horn glows, materials floating as they're gathered.]

[Magic too? You are steadily blowing Sabriel's mind Rarity although she's far too fascinated watching how it works to gape like a fish in awe.]

Um, yes please. My name is Sabriel.

Ooh, what an exotic name. Spelled as it sounds?

[Needle is threaded with silver thread, and then goes to work, Rarity herself not laying a hoof on any of it.]

Yes it is.

[With a smile Sabriel watches how Rarity's magic manipulates the items to do the work for her. Brilliant! She can only imagine how complex it must be to replicate such a spell through her Charter magic.]

I must admit I've never come across anyone quite like you before back home, forgive me if I'm a bit spellbound by your work.

Oh, no worries. I take it magic doesn't exist back in your home?

[The key is already taking shape, looking exactly like the keys on Sabriel's cloak.]

We have magic but it looks differently. See this? [Sabriel reaches up to brush a finger over the mark on her forehead, the mark flaring a soft gold before dying down.] It's a baptismal Charter mark, it lets me use Charter magic.

We don't have unicorns in my world. Certainly no horses or ponies that can speak...and none with such a lovely mane as yours.

[Handkerchiefs? When this place is full of people (and a few odd ponies) all dragged here against their wills with no way out found?

...It probably shouldn't surprise her, should it?]

You sound awful calm about all this, Rarity.

Applejack! You're here!

... Why didn't you get wings?

Beats me. Rainbow Dash was sayin' somethin' 'bout how y'all don't usually get so many of us at once, so I'm thinkin' that might be it.

[All of this is way over her head. But hey, friends are here, and that's what counts, right?]

Seems like you've made yerself right at home.

Well, of course! I mean, since there's no way home, I may as well make myself useful.

Here, Applejack. I made one with a stitched apple on it, just for you!

[Have an orange handkerchief with a red apple on it.]

[You are one prepared pony, aren't you.]

Uh... thanks, Rarity. Didja know I was comin'?

Not at all! But I figured, you know, just in case...

[She was missing home already, shhh.]

[Yeah, she sees right through that.]

Right, gotcha. [Sly grin.] If ya missed us, there ain't no shame in sayin' so, y'know.

[...this wasn't her where her parents died, either! Nnh, this was getting frustrating.

...Why was Rarity here? And why did she have wings?]

The giant hat business dry up or something?

Hat business? Whatever are you talking about?

...You told me that making giant hats was the only thing that helped your broken, bitter heart after the war.

It's just a bit weird to see you falling back onto hankies.

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Stitch 03 [Voice]

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bluh, spelling fail

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She really likes her mane!

Yay~

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