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Thread 29972561 Post 30002786

2017-04-30 03:22:30 No. 29986811
>>29969886
>Tell her, but don't demand answers
Very much in agreement with this anon here >>29971616
We want Vapor Trail to trust us that we can look out for her, and if she doesn't feel like giving in her secrets to us, so be it. Make it known that we want to help her though, but I would say we shouldn't push even slightly. Not for her, whom we ddon't even know has done anything wrong yet

!F9CBa509ak 2017-05-02 04:11:51 No. 30002786
>>29986811
>>29971379
>>29969961

> ...actually confronting her, interrogating her like some kind of criminal, would do no good.
> At the most you could tell her what you've found - maybe the next time you're sharing a quiet moment together, to make it clear you're not angry with her.
> Because, in truth, you aren't.
> Concerned, perhaps even scared, yes - but not angry.
> She was a mare who'd been quite clear about her desire not to bring a new life into this miserable existence; was it any surprise the resistance would start courting her?
> But that didn't mean you couldn't start gathering the metaphorical clouds so they would be there and ready when it came time to act.
> Leaping from the roof, you glide around to the front entrance of the kitchen.
> It's nothing special, but the moment you step through the front door you're hit by a veritable wall of scents assaulting your nose.
> What little had leaked outside was nothing compared to the veritable hurricane of flavors that hung suspended in the air here.
> Truly, the camp's cooks were miracle workers - providing excellent food even with the modest means Anonymous provided.
> Only second later do you realize you'd paused in the doorway with your nose lifted and nostrils flared, looking like a fool.
> An embarrassed grin plastered to your face, you're only a few steps further in when a familiar voice calls out:
> "Thunderlane, hey!"
"Hey, Vapor!"
> Waving from her position perched over the massive pot she stirs, Vapor Trail beckons you over.
> "I'm sorry; I can't step away from this right now or it'll stick."
"It's fine, it's fine."
> You, instead, move to her - dodging other ponies and sacks of supplies alike to come to her side, peering over the edge of the pot to the bubbling stew within.
"This smells - fantastic."
> "I know!"
> She giggles softly, and your heart softens - this mare...
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