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Canterlot / Re: Sweet and Savoury Bakery
« on: August 14, 2015, 12:02:32 pm »
“I’m positive,” Celestia whispered. “You’re quite right. Not to mention that if we did attack, we don’t know how she’d react… and under no circumstances will I risk the safety of the ponies present.” Referring to the changeling as “she” was automatic- Celestia had long learned from diplomatic missions that it was rarely wise to refer to a sentient creature as an “it”. Something she may have to rethink, she reflected, since she couldn’t tell for sure if the changeling was male or female. Or she could possibly be some third previously unidentified gender that was specific to changelings. She thought a moment, considering. She finally spoke quietly.
“We must take stock of the possibility that she merely lives in Canterlot and is doing no harm whatsoever.” Celestia hoped with all her heart that this was the case. “However,” her expression turned grim. “We must also consider the possibility that she is impersonating another pony who is imprisoned somewhere, and draining love from Canterlot’s inhabitants.” Celestia took a deep breath. “Quite honestly, I think our best chance is to talk to her. Find out what she’s doing in Canterlot. If she is innocent of any wrongdoing, she should have nothing to fear from us. However, to be the safe side, we should either persuade her to come with us to somewhere more private or subtly evacuate the bakery. But your counsel is very important to me, what do you think we should do?”
Just then, the baker walked up, asking if something was wrong. Celestia straightened up and gave him a calm smile. It was of utmost importance that they did not cause a panic. “Oh no, we are quite alright. Just enjoying these delicious donuts.” Out of her peripheral, she continued watching Nivalia closely. Her eyes widened every so slightly as the changeling’s true anatomy was briefly revealed. Things were getting out of hoof. It was only a matter of time before somepony else noticed… oh no. Temporarily forgetting about Choc, Celestia's head swiveled to look at Nivalia full-on. She watched as Photofinish approached the changeling and spoke to her, her words too quiet to be heard. Did Photofinish know? What could she possibly be speaking to Nivalia about?
“We must take stock of the possibility that she merely lives in Canterlot and is doing no harm whatsoever.” Celestia hoped with all her heart that this was the case. “However,” her expression turned grim. “We must also consider the possibility that she is impersonating another pony who is imprisoned somewhere, and draining love from Canterlot’s inhabitants.” Celestia took a deep breath. “Quite honestly, I think our best chance is to talk to her. Find out what she’s doing in Canterlot. If she is innocent of any wrongdoing, she should have nothing to fear from us. However, to be the safe side, we should either persuade her to come with us to somewhere more private or subtly evacuate the bakery. But your counsel is very important to me, what do you think we should do?”
Just then, the baker walked up, asking if something was wrong. Celestia straightened up and gave him a calm smile. It was of utmost importance that they did not cause a panic. “Oh no, we are quite alright. Just enjoying these delicious donuts.” Out of her peripheral, she continued watching Nivalia closely. Her eyes widened every so slightly as the changeling’s true anatomy was briefly revealed. Things were getting out of hoof. It was only a matter of time before somepony else noticed… oh no. Temporarily forgetting about Choc, Celestia's head swiveled to look at Nivalia full-on. She watched as Photofinish approached the changeling and spoke to her, her words too quiet to be heard. Did Photofinish know? What could she possibly be speaking to Nivalia about?