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“Hey Iris, you got the other end?”
Bird Song held the edge of a large, wooden beam, within a golden glow of magic. She looked down towards the other end, expecting to see the draconequus preparing to lift the heavy object - but instead, Iris was fixated on something particularly interesting in the trees above their heads.
“Iris? IRIS!”
Iris blinked, looking back at Bird Song, seemingly clueless to what Birdie was so worked up about.
“….A little help? please?” She motioned to the wooden beam at her hooves.
“Yeah, totally totally. No need to stress, Birdie. You’ll seriously misalign your chakras… and thats like, not good.” Iris cooed.
“Right,” Birdie growled, “Then c’mon. Miss Shy said you’d help me put this chicken coop together.”
Iris pulled herself around, at her own pace, standing up on her back hooves and placing her paws underneath the wooden beam. Birdie’s horn lit up again, and she grasped tightly onto her end of the beam.
“Ready?”
“Yuh huh.”
“1….2…..3!”
Birdie pulled the beam upwards with a grunt, concentrating as she began to raise the beam above her head. She shifted her stance, ready to move it on to its place in the existing frame….
before suddenly, the other end of the beam dropped, and Birdie was suddenly carrying all the weight - dropping the beam,with it barely missing her head, and instead catching her hair and pulling her hard to the ground.
“AGH!” Birdie shook the dirt off her coat, and started pulling at her trapped hair.
“Iris, what the hell! Why’d you drop it?!”
Iris blinked, “It was heavy.”
Birdie pulled, finally easing her hair free, and attempting to shake the dust and dirt out of it.
“No shit, idiot!”
“I can’t just lift something heavy like that without some healing breaths! I could SERIOUSLY damage my souls spirit!”
Birdie scowled, pulling the twigs from her hair, muttering under her breath.
“Yea, damaged souls, whatever. I swear, if you’re not careful I’ll damage your~~”
“Well, you’re lookin’ as fresh as ever song!”
Birdie looked up, immediately recognising the new voice. She sighed.
“Oh nice, Stitch is here,” Birdie pulled herself up, able to face Stitcher at eye level “Here to join the rest of the animals, are you?”
“Fat chance,” Stitcher snarled, “You look like you’ve already made y’self at home, though.”
“Yeah, well, I’m sorry. It’s a shame though. Maybe if your head wasn’t so far up your ass you wouldn’t mind a little dirt.”
Stitcher snorted, “Excuse me?”
“Are you deaf?”
The two fell silent, tension thick between them. Iris watched as the two mares stared daggers at each other, eyes darting back and forth, brow burrowed.
“…. So like, are you two friends?”
Birdie opened her mouth to answer, but before she could speak, her eyes caught a glimpse of a yellow pegasus making her way out towards them.
“HI MOMMY!!” Iris blurted out, waving her paw rapidly. Fluttershy returned the wave.
“Hi dear. It’s nice to see you two have met Heart Stitcher here.”
“Yeah, uhuh~~ I’ve known Miss Stitcher for a while….” Birdie responded.
“Oh, that’s wonderful! You’ll have no trouble showing her the ropes around here, then. She’ll be coming to help at the sanctuary here for a month or two.”
Birdie’s jaw dropped. Snitcher glanced her a smug smile.
“What?!”
“Miss Stitcher’s mother is a very good friend of mine, and, well, she told me all about her daughters new fashion line she was planning- “Creature Couture” - a fashion line based upon the beauty of mother nature…and well, I thought I’d offer her the opportunity to come study her inspiration first hand!”
“Oh, good…” Birdie gritted her teeth, baring a difficult grin.
“It is, isn’t it? I’m sure you and Iris will be able to make her feel very welcome, and it should be nice to have some more help on the sanctuary again.”
At this, Iris perked up. She leaped forward.
“You know what this means, right?” Iris pulled her paws around the two mares, bringing them into a tight hug, “We’re like, coworkers! No, we’ll be best friends, too! You guys already know each other, and we’ll like, totally soul bond, and just be such spiritually close friends! It’s gonna be so fun!”
Birdie and Stitcher glanced at each other, both equally horrified by the idea of spending several months in such proximity to each other. Iris, seemed completely oblivious to this tension, as did Fluttershy apparently.
“It’s so nice you three are already getting along. You know, your mothers and I were all very close friends, and its nice to see you all get along as well…. but ah, I’m being sentimental. I’m sure you girls will be even closer! If that’s even possible,” Fluttershy giggled.
“Anyway, it’s about feeding time for the red tailed boa constrictors. They get pretty cranky if I don’t feed them on time. Stitcher, maybe for your first task, you could help Birdie and Iris put together the new chicken coop?”
“Of course, Miss Shy.” Stitcher said, still glaring daggers at Birdie, “I’d love to.”
“Good! Well, you girls have fun!” Shy turned around, making her way towards the Boa enclosure in a happy trot.
“I’m like, super glad you’re joining us Stitcher,” Iris finally let go of the two mares from her grasp, turning towards the building site. “We’ll have to, like, definitely get you a spiritual cleansing session ready, to like, properly welcome you to the friend group! Birdie had one too, it’s super refreshing. I’m sure you’ll really enjoy it. and then of course I’ll have to teach you some cleansing breathing exercises…..”
Iris continued to prattle on about the various spiritual rituals and exercises she had in mind, but neither Stitcher or Birdie were listening. They remained dead still, glaring daggers at each other, with fierce snarls on their faces.
These were gonna be a couple of extremely long months.
Bird Song held the edge of a large, wooden beam, within a golden glow of magic. She looked down towards the other end, expecting to see the draconequus preparing to lift the heavy object - but instead, Iris was fixated on something particularly interesting in the trees above their heads.
“Iris? IRIS!”
Iris blinked, looking back at Bird Song, seemingly clueless to what Birdie was so worked up about.
“….A little help? please?” She motioned to the wooden beam at her hooves.
“Yeah, totally totally. No need to stress, Birdie. You’ll seriously misalign your chakras… and thats like, not good.” Iris cooed.
“Right,” Birdie growled, “Then c’mon. Miss Shy said you’d help me put this chicken coop together.”
Iris pulled herself around, at her own pace, standing up on her back hooves and placing her paws underneath the wooden beam. Birdie’s horn lit up again, and she grasped tightly onto her end of the beam.
“Ready?”
“Yuh huh.”
“1….2…..3!”
Birdie pulled the beam upwards with a grunt, concentrating as she began to raise the beam above her head. She shifted her stance, ready to move it on to its place in the existing frame….
before suddenly, the other end of the beam dropped, and Birdie was suddenly carrying all the weight - dropping the beam,with it barely missing her head, and instead catching her hair and pulling her hard to the ground.
“AGH!” Birdie shook the dirt off her coat, and started pulling at her trapped hair.
“Iris, what the hell! Why’d you drop it?!”
Iris blinked, “It was heavy.”
Birdie pulled, finally easing her hair free, and attempting to shake the dust and dirt out of it.
“No shit, idiot!”
“I can’t just lift something heavy like that without some healing breaths! I could SERIOUSLY damage my souls spirit!”
Birdie scowled, pulling the twigs from her hair, muttering under her breath.
“Yea, damaged souls, whatever. I swear, if you’re not careful I’ll damage your~~”
“Well, you’re lookin’ as fresh as ever song!”
Birdie looked up, immediately recognising the new voice. She sighed.
“Oh nice, Stitch is here,” Birdie pulled herself up, able to face Stitcher at eye level “Here to join the rest of the animals, are you?”
“Fat chance,” Stitcher snarled, “You look like you’ve already made y’self at home, though.”
“Yeah, well, I’m sorry. It’s a shame though. Maybe if your head wasn’t so far up your ass you wouldn’t mind a little dirt.”
Stitcher snorted, “Excuse me?”
“Are you deaf?”
The two fell silent, tension thick between them. Iris watched as the two mares stared daggers at each other, eyes darting back and forth, brow burrowed.
“…. So like, are you two friends?”
Birdie opened her mouth to answer, but before she could speak, her eyes caught a glimpse of a yellow pegasus making her way out towards them.
“HI MOMMY!!” Iris blurted out, waving her paw rapidly. Fluttershy returned the wave.
“Hi dear. It’s nice to see you two have met Heart Stitcher here.”
“Yeah, uhuh~~ I’ve known Miss Stitcher for a while….” Birdie responded.
“Oh, that’s wonderful! You’ll have no trouble showing her the ropes around here, then. She’ll be coming to help at the sanctuary here for a month or two.”
Birdie’s jaw dropped. Snitcher glanced her a smug smile.
“What?!”
“Miss Stitcher’s mother is a very good friend of mine, and, well, she told me all about her daughters new fashion line she was planning- “Creature Couture” - a fashion line based upon the beauty of mother nature…and well, I thought I’d offer her the opportunity to come study her inspiration first hand!”
“Oh, good…” Birdie gritted her teeth, baring a difficult grin.
“It is, isn’t it? I’m sure you and Iris will be able to make her feel very welcome, and it should be nice to have some more help on the sanctuary again.”
At this, Iris perked up. She leaped forward.
“You know what this means, right?” Iris pulled her paws around the two mares, bringing them into a tight hug, “We’re like, coworkers! No, we’ll be best friends, too! You guys already know each other, and we’ll like, totally soul bond, and just be such spiritually close friends! It’s gonna be so fun!”
Birdie and Stitcher glanced at each other, both equally horrified by the idea of spending several months in such proximity to each other. Iris, seemed completely oblivious to this tension, as did Fluttershy apparently.
“It’s so nice you three are already getting along. You know, your mothers and I were all very close friends, and its nice to see you all get along as well…. but ah, I’m being sentimental. I’m sure you girls will be even closer! If that’s even possible,” Fluttershy giggled.
“Anyway, it’s about feeding time for the red tailed boa constrictors. They get pretty cranky if I don’t feed them on time. Stitcher, maybe for your first task, you could help Birdie and Iris put together the new chicken coop?”
“Of course, Miss Shy.” Stitcher said, still glaring daggers at Birdie, “I’d love to.”
“Good! Well, you girls have fun!” Shy turned around, making her way towards the Boa enclosure in a happy trot.
“I’m like, super glad you’re joining us Stitcher,” Iris finally let go of the two mares from her grasp, turning towards the building site. “We’ll have to, like, definitely get you a spiritual cleansing session ready, to like, properly welcome you to the friend group! Birdie had one too, it’s super refreshing. I’m sure you’ll really enjoy it. and then of course I’ll have to teach you some cleansing breathing exercises…..”
Iris continued to prattle on about the various spiritual rituals and exercises she had in mind, but neither Stitcher or Birdie were listening. They remained dead still, glaring daggers at each other, with fierce snarls on their faces.
These were gonna be a couple of extremely long months.
creature couture is a real fashion line apparently. it also feels like something that the show has used before but my memory bad. either way y. you get the point-
ANYWAY i think its hella obvious where this story is going LMAO. keeping it nice light hearted shenanigans for the most part tho!
im lazy so the background is just a blurred screenshot of fluttershys sanctuary from the show. i refuse to draw backgrounds unless there’s a gun to my head
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