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So my internet gets cut on the eighth, and you can see the progression of my panicking in the lineart of this picture xD

1. Mark -- 'meh. I can cruise.'
-mum says we're changing internet people-
2. Butters -- 'i should probably hurry this up.'
3. Aurelia -- 'oh dear god, why's it almost march?!'
4. Effy -- 'JESUS SHHHH-- WHY DON'T I HAVE A TARDIS?!?!?!'

The sketch looks ever so much nicer T-T For one Effy doesn't look like a gremlin in it. Also, flat coloured, yay! Rawr. This picture should have come out infinitely better -dies-

It took a while, but Mark finally managed to coax Butters out of the stable. She stood perfectly, looking grumpy and betrayed, as she was hooked up to the little buggy, making disgruntled huffing nosies every so often just so that everyone knew just how much she despised them.

Effy patted Aurelia on the cheek, humming as she brushed out the tangles in her mane. She was a lovely mare once you got past the paranoia and fear, and her speckled ears followed her companion's voice as she moved about. The mare seemed to be more comfortable around the chair now, though she couldn't stop eyeing the peculiar buggy. On it's own, the little carriage would have terrified her, but seeing as the tiny, grumpy little pony seemed perfectly comfortable with it, Aurelia had figured there wasn't much to be afraid of. In fact, she was rather curious. She'd never seen something like that before.

The freckled mare whinnied to the chilly pony, who turned her head lazily around and looked at her. Aurelia dragged her hoof through the snow impatiently, trying to coax buttercup over to her as Mark tied up Buttercup's long mane with a pink bow, obviously disgusted. But, as the pony so often reminded him, she was a girl. And not just a girl, she was a princess. She deserved at least a pretty hair bow.

Mark hefted himself into the buggy as Buttercup turned to glare at him. "What?" he asked her, pulling his legs in and shoving the chair away. "You're a horse, Buttercup. You're gonna bloody pull like one, or my name isn't Rumpelstiltskin."

Buttercup snorted at him and turned away as Effy slid a purple bridle over Aurelia's white ears. She had always been unreasonably fond of coloured tack. And jewelled tack. Or tack with gold and beads and all that. Mark couldn't figure it out, but she and Flossy melted over halters with rhinestones in them. Women.

Effy gently coaxed the bit between the arabian's teeth, and the mare gnawed on it contemplatively, seemingly eager to get underway. Effy smiled at her, lost in her own world; somehow she'd calm this lovely mare down. Maybe it would take a year, or maybe it would take ten, but one way or another, she was going to make a schoolmaster out of her. "Isn't that right?" she whispered, Aurelia's keen ears perking up at the change of tone in her voice.

"I hitched a pony to a cart, and dragged her out into the snow -- no easy feat, mind you -- in the time it's taken you to but a bridle around her head. What's wrong with this picture?" Mark asked sarcastically, as eager to get started as his pony wasn't.

"Oh, calm down. It's not a race," Effy told him, smoothing out the saddle blanket and flopping it daintily over the mare's back.

"Yet. Race you to anywhere!" Mark proclaimed loudly, letting out a few rapidfire clicks that seemed to wake the grouchy mini up, and sent her hurtling through the snow and onto the dirt trail.

"Mark! It's not a race!" Effy called out as he shot away; Buttercup was surprisingly fast when she wanted to be.

"Yes it is! I'm wining!" Effy heard him call back.

"Oh for goodness' sake," she grumbled, then hefted herself onto Aurelia's back and spurred the mare on after her quickly receding cousin. Aurelia jumped up a little in surprise, but recovered herself quickly and let out a playful whinny before thundering on after the chestnut pony. With her long legs, and the fact that she was built for speed, they were caught up in no time, and moments later were barreling out in front of their competitors. "I WIN!" Effy announced. "Eat my dust, Ponyboy!"

Description
So my internet gets cut on the eighth, and you can see the progression of my panicking in the lineart of this picture xD

1. Mark -- 'meh. I can cruise.'
-mum says we're changing internet people-
2. Butters -- 'i should probably hurry this up.'
3. Aurelia -- 'oh dear god, why's it almost march?!'
4. Effy -- 'JESUS SHHHH-- WHY DON'T I HAVE A TARDIS?!?!?!'

The sketch looks ever so much nicer T-T For one Effy doesn't look like a gremlin in it. Also, flat coloured, yay! Rawr. This picture should have come out infinitely better -dies-

It took a while, but Mark finally managed to coax Butters out of the stable. She stood perfectly, looking grumpy and betrayed, as she was hooked up to the little buggy, making disgruntled huffing nosies every so often just so that everyone knew just how much she despised them.

Effy patted Aurelia on the cheek, humming as she brushed out the tangles in her mane. She was a lovely mare once you got past the paranoia and fear, and her speckled ears followed her companion's voice as she moved about. The mare seemed to be more comfortable around the chair now, though she couldn't stop eyeing the peculiar buggy. On it's own, the little carriage would have terrified her, but seeing as the tiny, grumpy little pony seemed perfectly comfortable with it, Aurelia had figured there wasn't much to be afraid of. In fact, she was rather curious. She'd never seen something like that before.

The freckled mare whinnied to the chilly pony, who turned her head lazily around and looked at her. Aurelia dragged her hoof through the snow impatiently, trying to coax buttercup over to her as Mark tied up Buttercup's long mane with a pink bow, obviously disgusted. But, as the pony so often reminded him, she was a girl. And not just a girl, she was a princess. She deserved at least a pretty hair bow.

Mark hefted himself into the buggy as Buttercup turned to glare at him. "What?" he asked her, pulling his legs in and shoving the chair away. "You're a horse, Buttercup. You're gonna bloody pull like one, or my name isn't Rumpelstiltskin."

Buttercup snorted at him and turned away as Effy slid a purple bridle over Aurelia's white ears. She had always been unreasonably fond of coloured tack. And jewelled tack. Or tack with gold and beads and all that. Mark couldn't figure it out, but she and Flossy melted over halters with rhinestones in them. Women.

Effy gently coaxed the bit between the arabian's teeth, and the mare gnawed on it contemplatively, seemingly eager to get underway. Effy smiled at her, lost in her own world; somehow she'd calm this lovely mare down. Maybe it would take a year, or maybe it would take ten, but one way or another, she was going to make a schoolmaster out of her. "Isn't that right?" she whispered, Aurelia's keen ears perking up at the change of tone in her voice.

"I hitched a pony to a cart, and dragged her out into the snow -- no easy feat, mind you -- in the time it's taken you to but a bridle around her head. What's wrong with this picture?" Mark asked sarcastically, as eager to get started as his pony wasn't.

"Oh, calm down. It's not a race," Effy told him, smoothing out the saddle blanket and flopping it daintily over the mare's back.

"Yet. Race you to anywhere!" Mark proclaimed loudly, letting out a few rapidfire clicks that seemed to wake the grouchy mini up, and sent her hurtling through the snow and onto the dirt trail.

"Mark! It's not a race!" Effy called out as he shot away; Buttercup was surprisingly fast when she wanted to be.

"Yes it is! I'm wining!" Effy heard him call back.

"Oh for goodness' sake," she grumbled, then hefted herself onto Aurelia's back and spurred the mare on after her quickly receding cousin. Aurelia jumped up a little in surprise, but recovered herself quickly and let out a playful whinny before thundering on after the chestnut pony. With her long legs, and the fact that she was built for speed, they were caught up in no time, and moments later were barreling out in front of their competitors. "I WIN!" Effy announced. "Eat my dust, Ponyboy!"