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Yoshimon1 said:
We may have grown up in an orphanage, but even with our track record of fate and prophecies it would be a bit too much to suddenly discover our lost bat sister, no? Besides, everypony should make lots of best friends! So let’s continue with that! How about… Has Moon ever met the town’s bat pony tailor? Does a future Oracle need special clothes?
With your saddlebags now slightly better organized, you decide to move on with your day. As you step outside, a refreshing western breeze swirls around you, carrying the flowery aromas of the town center’s Rainbow Meadows.
You walk around while chatting with your friends about this and that, toying with the idea of having a long lost bat pony sister, and making sure to transition the subject from that to best friends in a manner that would make a chimera blush.
Speaking of bat ponies and potential best friends, you are reminded of Starbolt, a bat pony tailor who you’ve once met in Hoofington. You ask Moonflower if she knows her.
Moonflower: “Yuh uh! Starbolt’s from Starfalls Town, too. She’s workin’ hard tryin’a make bits to trade for foods we can’t really grow in our small cave, like grains, and fruits, and all sorts’a sap.”
Apple Basket: “I reckon growin’ crops underground ain’t easy without any sunshine.”
Moonflower: “That’s why I got that design from the Undercity! It looks super complicated, but maybe somepony can figure out how to build ceilin’ windows like ‘em. And then, when we got all that food growin’ inside, maybe then that’ll show the clans what workin’ with other ponies can do!”
You nod, and playfully tell Moonflower that she certainly has the ambition of a leader.
Moonflower: “Heehee! But I’m not a leader jus’ yet!”
That makes you wonder whether the ceremony to become an Oracle will be anything like the coronation of a princess. After all, if it’s anywhere near as fancy, you’ll have to think about what to wear.
Moonflower: “Oh yeah! I dunno! Should we be wearin’ anything? Clans only get a new Oracle once every thousand moons, so I never really heard anythin’ about it.”
Apple Basket: “Still, that sounds like a mighty big deal. You don’t reckon that tailor you mentioned would know?”
Moonflower: “Ooh, we can try askin’! If anypony knows, it’s gotta be her.”
You concur, and make your way over to the market’s clothing shop. As you arrive, you find Starbolt fast asleep at the counter. An ear twitches, then an eye cracks open. Groggily pushing herself upright, the sleepy merchant yawns a greeting.
Starbolt: “Mhh… sorry ‘bout that. (yawn)… Huh, Moonflower? What’re you doin’ here?”
Moonflower: “Hi! I’m back from my trial!”
Starbolt: “Hmmm… oh, right, that was today. Did I… (yaaawn)… did I miss the ritual?”
Moonflower: “Nuh uh! I was jus’ wonderin’ before I go there, do you know if I should dress up or somethin’?”
Starbolt: “Well… (yawn)… not really. If you pass, the Oracle will give you your mantle. That’s about it… (yawn)… yeah… so don’t keep ‘em waiting. I’ll… be right there… mmh… (snore)”
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