[There's a man sitting on the fountain's broken-down wall, and he's currently writing in a journal with a fountain pen. Descry has been sitting there long enough to gather the information from her sleeping thoughts that Twilight Sparkle is, indeed, a pony. A sorcerer pony who can talk, is pen-pals with a pony queen, and has a great love for books.
[If he didn't know that Rover was dead, he might think this was one of the Elemental's far-too-elaborate pranks. As it is, while the context of Twilight's thoughts is occasionally disconcerting whenever he stops to actively focus on it, she thinks in much the same way as a human does. As long as he's content to just listen passively to her unguarded surface thoughts--and he is--it's not too hard to ignore everything else.
[He looks up to give her a smile, the sort of smile which crinkles his eyes more than anything else.]
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[There's a man sitting on the fountain's broken-down wall, and he's currently writing in a journal with a fountain pen. Descry has been sitting there long enough to gather the information from her sleeping thoughts that Twilight Sparkle is, indeed, a pony. A sorcerer pony who can talk, is pen-pals with a pony queen, and has a great love for books.
[If he didn't know that Rover was dead, he might think this was one of the Elemental's far-too-elaborate pranks. As it is, while the context of Twilight's thoughts is occasionally disconcerting whenever he stops to actively focus on it, she thinks in much the same way as a human does. As long as he's content to just listen passively to her unguarded surface thoughts--and he is--it's not too hard to ignore everything else.
[He looks up to give her a smile, the sort of smile which crinkles his eyes more than anything else.]
How are you feeling?
[As if he doesn't already know.]