>>3838 >Sweetie Belle walked briskly ahead of Apple Bloom, Apple Bloom following behind, casting a glance or two back at Ponyville. >Which had an almost unfamiliar quality to it, though she couldn't put her finger on it. >They moved up the hills. Despite how short a time Apple Bloom had been walking she felt quite tired. Maybe it was the harvest yesterday? >No, it was mid spring. What was Apple Bloom thinking? >Apple Bloom trotted up to catch up to her friend. >"Are ya sure ya can't tell me what this Mare on the Mountain is?" >"Mare in the Mountain, Apple Bloom," Sweetie Belle corrected. >Apple Bloom rolled her eyes. Sweetie Belle doesn't have ta act so corrective of grammar. I wish Scootaloo hadn't started teasing her with those dictionary jokes. She's taken it ta heart! >"Yeah, whatever. Are ya sure ya can't tell me nothing?" >"Weeeeeeeeeeell, I kinda want to see your reaction. It's cool that you haven't seen her yet and I get to share it with you." >"Come on Sweetie... Nothing?" >"I can't tell you much, but let's just say she's like Scootaloo, only much bigger." >That answer conjured some pretty weird images in Apple Bloom's youthful mind.
