Chatterbox and Talk-a-lot were born very, very quiet. And were named ironically.
 
Now their names just fit.
 
These two sisters are the very best of friends, and they’ll let you know that pretty loudly. Sure, these girls have their own talents, but most of the people around them would swear it was talking on and on about things. There is nothing they can’t talk about.
 
And I mean it. Politics. Hair. Literature. Hoofcare. Farming. Art. Fashion. Potatoes. Anything. They could stretch out a conversation based on anything they have the tiniest bit of awareness on.
 
They’d make good bloggers. Their opinions would probably be very worthless, but they’d post them, by damn.
 
(I’m going to admit here — yeah, I changed the cutie marks. Well, it’s more like updating them. I’m normally fine with older cutie marks but there’s… something about two decapitated generic pony heads in a heart operating a telephone or talking in balloons that just seems a little weird.)