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Canterlot / Re: A Real Eye Opener
« on: May 03, 2015, 07:51:44 pm »
Clair listens to Chord's hasty retreat. Why do ponies hurry? Well, maybe she had things that wouldn't stay put for a few minutes, unlike him. Slow pace is his homeground, and one he hasn't left for years. And why should he? Oh well. It was nice meeting her again.
With her gone, though, and him out of the center of attention, he could get back to his book. And that interesting-sounding spell. He flips a couple of pages back, running his hoof over the textured paper until he reaches the formula again. The points of origin were first his horn, and then...his hooves? And...not all of them were needed. How could he echolocate, even in objects, without listening for the answer? Well...he'd try it out. A few sentences further in, it recommends starting with something firm and solid. Like...he slides his hooves off the book. The thunks on the table give him a good thing to start out with.
Leaning in to Jazz, his horn glows softly as he presses one hoof against the table and puts his ear next to it as well. His other hoof checks the formula one more time, and with a breath he starts the spell.
He flinches back as the table rattles loudly, drawing shushes for him as well. Well, that didn't work out quite as he expected. What had he done wrong?
With her gone, though, and him out of the center of attention, he could get back to his book. And that interesting-sounding spell. He flips a couple of pages back, running his hoof over the textured paper until he reaches the formula again. The points of origin were first his horn, and then...his hooves? And...not all of them were needed. How could he echolocate, even in objects, without listening for the answer? Well...he'd try it out. A few sentences further in, it recommends starting with something firm and solid. Like...he slides his hooves off the book. The thunks on the table give him a good thing to start out with.
Leaning in to Jazz, his horn glows softly as he presses one hoof against the table and puts his ear next to it as well. His other hoof checks the formula one more time, and with a breath he starts the spell.
He flinches back as the table rattles loudly, drawing shushes for him as well. Well, that didn't work out quite as he expected. What had he done wrong?