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!!aEt/eFG7JWB 03/23/11(Wed)21:52 No.24523910>>24523830
I'd like to imagine that well... this happened:
"How do you want your makeup done for the talent show, Scootaloo," Sweetie Belle asked as she puzzled over her design sheet. Scootaloo scratched her chin as she thought it over.
***
It had been late at night when Scootaloo had snuck out of her home to get some practice on her scooter without having to worry about the crowds. She had gone past Sugar Cube Corner a few minutes back when she saw something surprising, it was a griffon in an alley beating up a wall.
Scootaloo had snuck up to get a closer look; she heard the griffon angrily muttering between punches. Scootaloo was almost close enough to make out what she was saying when she accidentally kicked a tin can.
The griffon whipped around and was in Scootaloo's face before she even realized she'd made a mistake. "Who are you, what do you want," the griffon had demanded. "Can't you ponies leave me alone for two minutes!?"
Scootaloo could only stare at her piercing eyes, the marking around them drawing her in. "What'sa matter, why are you staring at me like that?"
"You are so cool looking," Scootaloo said in total awe.
The griffon just stared at her for a moment before a small smile broke out on her face. "You got good taste, kid. What's your name?"
"Scootaloo."
"I'm Gilda," she had said. She then reached out a clawed hand and gently ruffled Scootaloo's mane. "You're pretty cool yourself, Scoot. You think you can do me a favor and make sure a certain blue and rainbow haired pegasus doesn't become too lame with me gone?"
Scootaloo nodded.
"Thanks kid," was all she said before taking to the skies.
***
Taking her hoof away from her chin, Scootaloo smiled and said, "I might have a few makeup ideas." |
