Stitch 03 [Voice]

[yestothedress]

[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!

Comments

[thebellthatbinds]

[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.]

[yestothedress]

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

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

[thebellthatbinds]

[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.

[yestothedress]

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.]

She really likes her mane!

[thebellthatbinds]

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.

Yay~

[yestothedress]

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.]

[thebellthatbinds]

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.