Sick in the heart? or the head?

Stormy had gotten the shot from the doctor and had walked out feeling a bit shaken, he didn't like shots and they always affected him. He needed to be strong to discover something to help his friend. Her drinking seems a tad out of hoof. Surly there must be reason for such things.

He trotted down the hall, not paying much attention to where he was going. He almost hit the nurse running by him and a tray with wheel on it. He spoke out loud to himself as he walked. "Poor Shala what ever could of caused this?"

"...I-suppose-I-should-tell-you-about-what-happened-when-I-was-drinking..." Intel muttered, writing those words in his letter. He was ordered very sternly to rest for the day, and his was bored out of his mind. He tried to work on his AME, but his brainkept interjecting with memories from back home in Canterlot. Finally, he gave up on working and decided to write a letter back to his little sister. His favoured little sister.

This part presented a problem, though. "How do you say 'my head was smashed in because of my own stupidity' without actually saying 'my head was smashed in because of my own stupidity'? I'm trying to convey the idea that I'm alright and that she doesn't need to come here, not to come here because your brother's an absolute twit."

He grumbled as he tried to conjure up some words. "Luna damnit, why did I have to be an absolute twit. I knew that saying such a thing would get her mad. Did I think that her taking out her frustrations on me was bette than her taking out her frustrations on herself? Why did I ca- I care because I may be an insane pony, I'm not one to watch another self-destruct. First sign of insanity, talking to self. Second sign, answering back! Oh, Celestia damnit all."

"I-was-with-two-friends- no, I don't think I deserve to be their friend. I don't deserve to be Shala's, at least..."

Stormy stood there listening to the colt talk as a grin went over his face. He wasn't the only one who sat and talked to himself. The colt seem to be trying to find words for his letter. He pulled out a black leather-bound and read through the last couple pages. He looked up and stated plainly. "Dear Whatever there name must be." He cleared his throat like preparing for speech.

"I have been well, I hope that you are as well. I fear that I made a mistake trying to do the right thing. I hope you understand. Then you would write what you would did." He grinned but it vanished for moment when he looked at the book again. "Did you say Shala?"

"Elegance," Intel replied without looking up. He didn't do so until after taking a short pause to realise another pony was talking to him. He looked at the pony that he had never seen before in his life with a perplexed expression.

Not quite sure how to react to this situation, Intel took refuge in honesty. He felt safe in truth. "Ye-es... Um, is there a problem?"

Is this one of Shala's friends? Why is he here? Did something- Oh, Celestia, please no...

With complete and utter serious mixed in well with emergency, Intel urgently asked, "Is she alright?"

Stormy closed a eye as the colt stood up, He seemed to think he was the one with the knowledge of Shala. He wondered how this colt had known Shala, not to say she wasn't hard to meet or get along with or anything. He wore a neutral look on his face as he said, "Shala? Well when I left her at her house in the morning she looked frankly horrid, but I think she is alright...."

A thought dawned in Stormy's mind, he had jumped up with such emergency and his eyes filled a mixture of emotions. Could something have happened to her? Was she in the hospital right now? Stormy would be able to forgive himself if he left her to almost die in her house. Perhaps he just trotted out and she was dying of a OD.

"Has something happened to her?" Stormy blue eyes with dots of gold, which if the light hit it right. It would cause them to turn a hazel color. They had a flood of possible guilt being held by thin maybes and what ifs.

"I don't know! You don't know? I..." Intel took a few deep breaths.

Okay, calm down.

"Your description of her state is unfortunately not surprising..." he started shamefully. All he was doing wallowing in self pity whilst Shala was drowning in despair. "You see, you know how she hates clocks and causes her to love drinking a bit too much? Well, last night, somepony-" Intel's expression darkened, "-caused her to go overboard with the alcohol. I was half out of it myself, so the only way I saw to make her stop..." He took a deep breath. " I asked her what time it was. She retaliated." Intel motioned to his injury. Then he dropped his half finished letter and covered his eyes with his right leg. "Oh, dear Celestia..."

He put his right hoof to touch his chin as he heard you speak the broken story of the nights events. He pieced together a few things about Shala, he didn't know Shala had such hatred of clocks of such magnitude, Also it appears that Shala did have a drinking problem which wasn't easily fixed. He wondered if the music box he gave her would help her.

He looked down at the wound that the colt had gotten from his bad judgement call. This explains why he was in the hospital. He looked down at the letter, it clearly wasn't for Shala and he needed to find out where shala was now. This colt seem so broken up about what happened he seem to forget the major info.

"So tell me, where is Shala right now?" He asked.

"I haven't seen her since last night," Intel said softly, levitating the letter, "I just know that she was out of her mind with drink. I thought maybe something happened to her after I was taken in."

He gazed at his letter again. "Do you really think she would come here? How long have you known her, Mr...?"

Intel didn't know what to think. The entire social thing was just so complicated, he almost wanted to retreat into his shell of numbers and magic. But if he was to survive out of Canterlot, that wasn't an option. He just wasn't sure how to continue.

"My name is Stormy Hugeheart, its pleasure to meet you and for your other question. I fear that neither of us seem to know where she is." He blinked, there was clearly worry in his eyes as he spoke on. "I thought she was here in the hospital with you. Maybe she is where I left her in her home."

Stormy was hopeful that would be where she is. The colt seem to be feeling awkward, who could blame him? The situation was a strange one and the way it started wasn't the best introduction. Stormy decided that nothing more could be done about Shala till he went to visit her.He looked down at the letter you have.

He asked with s curious tone, "May I ask who this letter is for?"

"Eh? It is for a certain Elegance Design, little sister of Intelligent Design, which is me. Please, call me Intel instead, lest I start believing I deserve the title of Intelligent. Pleased to meet you, Mr Hugeheart."

Intel frowned as he stared at the letter. "I was just telling her about what has happened since I left Canterlot, but I'm having trouble with the bit where I get injured. Don't get the wrong idea," he cautioned, looking over the letter at Stormy, "She is more than capable of handling catastrophe, it's just that I don't want her to abandon a big project she's been working on just to visit her foolish brother. A big monument or something dedicated to *ahem* The Ressurected Princess of the Night! It's been something she's been dreaming on working on..."

Stormy was delighted to see that the colt had fiure inside him, it keep required the right kind of wood to burn brighter. He grinned as the colt spoke of his sister, she sounded like a grand filly. Dropping her hopes and dreams just to see her kin was ok. Such traits were hard to find in many people. He put his hoof to his chin in thought at what the colt said before a grinned, holding it for moment before speaking.

"I love to know what is your sister working on? It sounded like she was making a statue, and I think you should just plainly speak about what happened. She sound like one who would come even if you didn't say. Holding something back could be much worst in her eyes then that you have been drinking and something happened." Lifts his hoofs and move them up and down like scale.

"Drinking shenanigans? or not the whole truth? I know I would travel across the world to get the truth if it was hidden from me." He grinned as he set down his hoofs to the lorr again, he winched as he rubbed where he recently got a shot from the doctor. "I have to rember to avoid leg movement more. AHahahahhaa."

"You alright?" Intel asked, concerned.

"Well, ever since Luna's return, Elegance has been inspired to build- whatsitcalled- the Midnight Palace, a building dedicated to Princess Luna and her nighttime. 'A living building that changes with the stars', she described it as."

Intel found it was easier to talk about his sister's work than it was to talk about Elegance herself.

"It would be built opposite the Sun temple on the main road to Canterlot, and she plans to have two statues built, one of each princess, to be placed in front of their respective buildings. I reckon it would be quite the sight to see. I just hope that the nobleponies won't meddle in the project, but she's done an admirable job keeping it out of reach from the ambitious, selfish foals."

Making her mark on the world...how so very Elegance.

"How absolutely and increasingly interesting!" Stormy had a twinkle that seem to make his eyes shine. He enjoyed the idea of the place being made. He could see it in his head, the idea was magical. Star tiles that had dark navy blue, the sound of trotted down the hall would make two ponies sound like a parade. The ceiling would be high, to praise the old style. Stormy thought how beautiful music would sound in such a acoustically friendly environment.

The guard adorned with the bat wings and dark armor guard each and every door. She would naturally be sitting a throne that is high above her subjects. It would show power with its rows of pillars and a open back to let the moonlight be its light. Stormy imagined standing the hall of the moon princess and he bowed with his slight grace. He would ask her to allow him to read the stories new and old, that were housed in the royal library. He would bow with a thank you and they would exchange information so he could send her a nice Christmas card. She would give small simle as stormy would walk out.

That daydream lasted the amount of time it took for Intelligent to tell him of his sister. Something dawned upon stormy as he thought about this. He realized he knew things about his sister now, but didn't know anything about her. It was interesting to think you could know something but not really know them.

He grinned as he responded to his last statement, "I wouldn't expect them to mess it up, just try to take credit for doing it. So tell me, is this your sister passion? or her talent? creating things like this? Also tell me because I simply must know, how did she mange to land the job of such a important pony as the moon princess?"

"It's very much her passion," Intel commented, "And, yes, she's very, very good at it. Her cutie mark is a replica of Memorial Monument of Past Ponies Passed, also of her design. Her first one. My family is curious like that," Intel smiled, thinking about his own mark, the magic dampener, "But I must confess, even though I talk about the upper class ponies as though they are separate from me, the Designs are technically nobility. My father is...a count? Or a duke. I never really paid attention to ranks and the like. The family gained its prestige by designing things, both great and small, making us the go-to ponies for something like that. Yet our position in the courts is a relatively strange one. Like the Design-designed Canterlot sewerage system, really. They're grateful that it's there, they wouldn't do without it, but they don't like talking about it."

Intel frowned. "I think Elegance was slightly miffed about that. Maybe she thinks that doing stuff like grand monuments will increase the family's standing. I don't particularly care. She does fantastic stuff, and she really should be proud of herself by its own merit."

He shrugged as if to say 'Oh, well.' Then it was his tun to ask a question. "So, what's your story, Stormy? How did you end up here?"

He listened to the colt seem to pour out words like water about the heritage he came from. He found it interesting, really interesting in fact, the son of noblecolt that is humble as a noble should be. He wondered if he reflected the original ancestor that founded there name in Canterlot. He wondered what talent the colt could have, it must be something pretty interesting considering his family. He would look into them when he visited Canterlot the next time. He listened intently till the colt asked to hear his story.

He looked to the colt with a almost magical look, his eyes twinkled like the stars at night. "So you want to hear mine? I fear I am quite the storyteller, it will take a very long time to tell my tale. You sure you want to hear it?"

Intel took a moment to glance at Stormy's cutie mark. Well, it fit the stallion's words, alright, but he wondered what a story-telling pony was actually like when applying his craft. The magical look in said pony's eyes sparked curiousity, and a sense of nostalgia too. He had a soft spot for 'Goldenmane and the three bears', and even now wasn't quite sure why. A storyteller telling his own story would truly be something to hear. Besides, he was stuck with his letter, didn't really want to talk about his past anymore, the AME had hit an obstacle, and he was quite bored simply resting.

"Well, time is what I have in excess. Go ahead, Mr Hugeheart."

He shook his head as his eyes closed, He lifted front legs up as if almost by command the world seem to back way from where you both were and turn tad darker as Stormy seem to glow slightly like someone on the stage. The voice he had seem to fill the air with a calming feeling, his voice almost if you didn't know better seem to be laced with magic, You could almost see the scene in your mind as he spoke. The words seem to encase your mind and heart. Nothing around you seem to matter.

"My story....I always say that the story never end as long as there is someone to tell it. If I were to die after I told you this I wouldn't mind in the slightest. I would know that my story would live in your heart till you die, perhaps you would tell someone and it would live through them as well. If a story of another is told through the generations they never really die." He looked almost to tears, but the stars that seem sealed in his eyes had no intention of escaping.

He spoke softer now as took a step back. "You die when your story ends, mt story starts so simple it almost surprising it told. My father was a audio recorder for a studio in New saddle. He was going to record the famous singers of are time, but sadly he was one on the wrong sad of the law." He looked down remembering the princess state his crimes against the crown. You could see a small orange foal standing in court room in town you have never been. He looked up to met eyes with his father, who for once didn't have his shades on. He breathed a small "sorry" As they dragged him of.

Stormy stood there with his face in his mother's side. Stormy explained everything so in detail the images of everything filled your mind. Time, who you were, where you were, stress, worries, fears and hopes melted away. The only then in your mind were the scene before you and the words he spoke. "My mother was a good soul, such a delight.:

She was average height with a face that got them into places for free. She had two ballerina slippers for cutie mark. She wore a nice dress in the court room but let Stormy cry into it. She wasn't one to mind. She fought her tears to be strong for Stormy.

"That was a sad day in my life, shortly after I started school. I loved mt teacher she was a delight, but I wasn't a the best of students. Though I knew that she liked me as pony, not student though. AHhahahahah"

A scene was seen of Stormy sitting inside for recess for making joke about a mouse and disrupting class. Getting a giggling group of foals was hard on its own, a class clown would drive it to sheer chaos.

"One day I was trying to find some friends, true individuals who would be ones for life, But today was wasn't that day I fear. I walked over to the swings and I was about to sit when I heard someone yell! Stormy! Hey Stormy! Over here! Naturally I turn to but my smile fell away as I saw it was Chase, Condelorain and the group.Of foals that bullied everyone they saw. They had made a new base of operation on the dome bars in the middle of the playground. I being so kind hearted didn't sense the mean intentions of the foals as I trotted out to them."

You see little stormy walk up with smile and say hello. As the foals looked at each other and smiled then started making fun of him. Everything about Stormy was poked at or criticized. Stormy tires to say comebacks, but it merely fueled them more. "I wasn't very good at insulting another when I was so young."

You picture Stormy trotting away with sad face as they laughed and told him to get lost. He walked over to where a group foals were playing city tag. MarkerSpots had gotten his drawing cutie mark recently and showed it off by drawing a map of Equestria on the playground. "One person would be it and call a city, then everypony would run to touch it with the hoofs and anyone to slow or couldn't stick there foot on the city would get tagged and be it."

Stormy blinked for moment as adjusted his jaw a bit, he was feeling with memories in his head and he felt pressure where his heart sat. "I tried to play with them, but if you didn't know I wasn't very good at running or anything really." He explained the scene like it had happened only a moment before. The foals told Stormy he would be always it because he wouldn't be able to catch anyone. Stormy said he understood as he walked away. A few foals that had looks like they wanted to say something held there tongues.

"I'm sure they wanted to come my defense, but who could blame them? We were kids." He shrugged and went on. "I tried to make friends so many times and I failed in each try. I knew there was one point in trying any longer...so I walked to the far end of the play ground, where no would be bothered by me. I was silly back then, I thought I was the problem, I always thought of others. Its second nature to me. AHahahahha, sad now that I think about."

He had piercing blues eyes with bits of hazel in them, he went on to say. "I sat there every recess for two weeks, alone and bored." It showed Stormy small, humming a theme to show he liked as you saw a little filly watching him. From afar. "I hadn't known today would be such a wonderful day. This was the day I met dandelion." She walked behind him listening to him hum till she noticed it was theme to her favorite show. She ran up to Stormy and yelled about how she was in love with it and how great it was.

"After that day, we played pretend games every recess and it was some of my happiest memories. She accepted me fully, even my imaginary friend Bounty. We would play together..." He smiled as stopped for a moment. He almost seemed in tears. He breathed the emotions out of his mouth. "One day...something I never thought would happen. Condelorain the worst of the bullies came up to are little hang out. I hadn't seen him in while, we had the same class but I avoided him and he did the same. There was something about his insults, They stung harder then the rest."


It shows a black mane foal with a light brown coat walk, he had shy look on his face but his eyes showed he was always thinking a lot. He asked what they were doing, Stormy had a look that looked fearful and confused. Dandelion hadn't known how mean Condelorain was and she asked his name. "I wait stood away and wanted him to leave, he asked what we were doing. I replied that were playing pretend. He did something I never expected, he asked if we could play." It showed the stunned look on Stormy which he recreated as he explained, like he had just stated.

Dandelion looked hopeful at me and asked with her eyes. 'Pleas please please Stormy.' "I didn't realized till later she had fallen for that foal the moment she saw him. Imagine if she hadn't...ahahahhaha" It showed Stormy stand there and pondereing if he should really forgive his most hated enemy. He looked at the ground and lifted his head as he said "Sure you can. You can be the skull the villain."

"After that day we were the best of friends, there were perks to having ex-bully as a friend. No one made fun of you. Well till one day when Con was sick from school." It showed a group of foals in a circle showing a scared Stormy standing face to face with Chase. Stormy had decided to grow a backbone in fourth grade and came to Dandelion's defense. Chase took it as a chance to beat up Stormy up.

"It sounds like it was the fight of the century, but remember we were foals, only one puch was thrown......my own surprisingly. I hit Chase and he crumbled to the ground. That was the last time I remember being made of." He lifted his right hoof and kissed the muscle. He set his hoof down with grin on his face.

"Something happened in Middle school that changed my life as well...... Dandelion moved away.....it was just me and Con. My friend Condelorain was crushed. He had fallen for the filly and she to him. We never saw each other again.....after that day." It shows her climb in the air balloon. She gestured to Condelorain and when he got in range she kissed him as the balloon floated away. His face bright red as Stormy walked up and nudged him back into reality. "He and I made all sorts of friends after that and we formed a small group of pals. They were a interesting bunch alright." Stormy told scene of there adventure at school, a colt with a messy afro running away from the group with the lunches on his back and Stormy laughing slamming his hoof on the table. Showing Condelorain trying to sell other jars of air.


"AHahahahahahah, funny thing. Ponies actually bought some!" His grin turned again to frown. "But those three years were short lived, everyone in the group left to different towns and various reasons. Till it was just me and Con." It showed Stormy show a poster of New saddle high and Con shake his head. He lifted up a school for Unicorns. Stormy dropped the poster with a shocked look. "He had gotten accepted to the Unicorn school of magic, last I heard he was quite the talent spell maker."

"I was heart broken, my last friend moving away! Going to a steeping stone of life without a partner to see! Lucky for me, I made new friend, his name was Gale." It showed Stormy walking through a forest from school, he was excited by the first day at the high school, but was sad Condelorain wasn't there. "I hadn't known there was someone watching me from the forest." It shows a wolf following behind Stormy with killers eyes. He sat waiting for moment till he heard Stormy tell a story.

"I really liked to talk to myself and tell my stories too my self so I would remember them, I had found my special talent so I was milking it." It showed the wold sit behind him listening to his words. "I turned with grin and asked him if he liked it. I had heard wolf gobble ponies but I understood they had too. I'm sure there nice if there not hungry. Turns out they are! Turns out me and Gale had a shared love for stories. We sat for hours when I got out of school and wrote all sorts of stuff. I later met two others. One was Justice Sparks, he was spaz and he was true friend and I also met Rainydays, he was a pretty poplaur colt with the filles, also tad moody but a great friend as well."


"I graduated and Invited Gale, you should of seen the look on ponies faces and his face. Me, justice and Raindays could not stop laughing. He didn't like crowd or others....or anything really. Very dark minded on the world. Must come with being a wolf." He cracked his neck and shifted around a bit to loosen up a bit.

"Ok, now that is out of the way. I can get to the good part. I left New saddle with Gale to go to college. Apparently Gale's pack kicked him out when they learned we were friends. He didn't care. He claimed we were a pack! Ahahahahaaha, I traveled to college and that was the funniest time I every had. Me, Gale, Justice-sparks and Rain-days we went to college together, the adventures we had I'll tell you another time. We all pursuit are own dreams and parted ways, Though I see them whenever I have the chance"

He seem to glow like pillar of light as he breath in, the world around us seem to blacken as he did. He spoke again, bring the color to the world around you. "After that something very strange happened to me. I started reading books by the dozen, I made it my mission to learn the stories of the world. I found this one that was really interesting and changed my life forever. It was black and had not a single word in it. I brought it too a unicorn I knew and he told me it had been used for magic use before. He couldn't say what though. Sense that was a dead end I asked if he would enchant it for me. To write everything I said down."


He grinned for moment as he told the next part. "He did the spell for the book and I carted in out of the store, but that silly book had another idea for me. A flash of light consumed me!" Stormy awoke on top of snow capped mountain where it was cold as it gets. He held himself freezing absolutely confused as he stood up and looked around. "Imagine! A magic book doing that! Crazy right? I thought I would freeze to death till...." It showed Stormy wandering for the longest time before he to the ground holding himself he wouldn't be a frozen pop-sickle. "Luck had another plan for me though." It showed a group of thick furred ponies walking the frozen wasteland to find Stormy passed out. "That silly leader mistaked me for his long lose son, they thought there gods had returned me to him. AHahahahahaha, silly vikiponies." He laughed at how funny life can be.

They fixed me up and saved me, sad thing I couldn't understand word they said. They slowly taught to speak there language and I even learned how to wield a mace. It was honestly quite neat. I then learned how to speak and all the neat stuff they did, but I knew one day I would have to leave. I like the snow and stuff, but not that much. I left claiming I need to go the warriors path. You should of seen my fake-father, he almost cried how happy he was to see me walk the path of the old ways. I felt bad lying to him......" Stormy had sad look, it still seem to eat at him till this day.

"Sense then I have traveling around Equestria as Storyteller." Every because in focus again as the world grew bright and light around stormy disappeared, if there was ever anything there to begin with. He breathed out with sign and said, "Well that's the short version of it. I left out a lot of in bet-weens but you get the idea."

Intel listened to the strange pony's tale, mouth open and eyes wide. This was how a storyteller applied his craft. His past both seemed to last eternity, yet be far too short. If Intel was to tell his story, it would be done in ten seconds flat, and it would be an extremely dull ten seconds. There was nothing to really tell either, for he had been living in Canterlot his whole life. Stormy, on the other hand, seemed to have been everywhere, walking among both wolves and vikiponies.

"You must have seen so much," Intel breathed, a little bit jealous. He bet Stormy had seen all the wonderous structures he had only read about. Must have experienced so much magical phenomena that have yet to be fully explained. And now, here he was, telling his story to boring old Intel, mere scholar and shut-in.

"The sad thing about me trotting about Equestria is I can say that I have hardly experience anything or seen so many wonders. I have seen waterfall taller the castle and canyons wider then forty dragons. My skills to tell Stories is all I have...I don't have any sort of skills like building or anything special like that. I'm really good to making normal events seem magical and magical one Ahaha"

He looked away with a look that was either really sad or at the very least worried about something. "i'm not very good at school or anything else really." He looks to you with a honest smile. "It really isn't that hard you know, travelling about...."

Intel shrugged. "It would be hard for me. First town I got to, ended up here."

He levitated the letter again. "And your gift is truly wonderful. Literally full of wonder. As a pony with a degree in advanced magic, I can say it goes deeper than mere magic. What you control is the driving force of all ponykind. The ability to see something amazing in everything you see."

Intel smiled as he started writing his letter again.

"AHahahhahha, what a wonderful way of saying it." He grinned at the colt, because at last he understood the cutie mark he had and why he had such mannerism. He found fun to see what mild-noble brith mixed with most likely some magic school created. He walked a path Stormy never could. One where magic was at hooves reach, but so far away. The idea that something moving a huge rock would only be thinking about it.

If he had magic he would set himself to change the whole and make his story the story of stories. He wondered how it feels to have magic, it didn't seem to corrupt this colt. Perhaps different magic does different things. He wondered if the rumors were true about magic., Was the glow of the magic itself the same color as the pony using its eyes?

Stormy took the words the colt said to heart. They were some of the kindness words ever said to him. So tasteful arranged to form a delightful sentence. "Tell my Intelligent friend, have you designed a perfect letter to your sister?" Tilted his head as he looks at you.

"No...not perfect. Never perfect," Intel muttered as he scribbled down more words. "Despite what people may say. And I'm far from Intelligent by nature, if not by name. But it's close enough."

Signing the bottom, he read through the letter again. Nodding once, he set the paper by the bedside, and sighed. Bits of his mind started churning out images of the AME, with its imperfections and glaring flaws. Other sections turned to other matters, the most glaring being the mare that smashed him. That whole business still retained its worrying and confusing effect.

"Mr Hugeheart, if you were in my position, how would you face Shala again?"

As someone who probably knows her much more than I do, I need your advice.

"ntelligence has been defined in different ways, including the abilities for abstract thought, understanding, communication, reasoning, learning, planning, emotional intelligence and problem solving. To say you have none of this is almost a crime. Also many ponies say that name as a gic of its own. Maybe all you need to do is acquire the right kind." He stopped as the colt asked him what to do about Shala, he wasn't sure the colt would like his answer.

"If I was in your hooves? Why first I would decide how I felt about Shala. If you like her then you will approach it differently. Like if I was like..I have to see her again or my heart shall melt with grief! I would go get flowers and something that she would like. Like a rooster statue! Its perfect because if she gets the flowers she will like them and if she hates the rooster then she will think it is really funny you got her that, then forgive you and make a joke about your horrid taste in gifts or you discover her deep secret passion for barn yard theme objects." He could almost see the scene before him. He was gonna make character that did that to the love interest...then again he wasn't sure if there would be love in the story he made.

"Or if she was just your friend I would simply go up and say I am sorry. Though candy and beer helps. ORRR if she was just someone you wanted to say sorry to and really wasn't your friend,but you kinda know eachother. You know like from work or a friend of friend? You get what I am saying." Waves his hoof at you as he keeps talking. "Then just send a card....OR oh you could write that letter to you sister and By accident you send it to her then she will come to you and you ca say your sorry. Heck if you want I'll be nearby to root you on!"

He tried his hardest not to, but Intel burst out laughing at the rooster statue idea. He found every thing about it humorous, from 'my heart will melt with grief' to 'secret passion for barn yard theme objects'. He settled himself down during Stormy's further ideas. He raised his eyebrows at the last one.

"That seems like the kind of plan that can go wrong at every opportunity," he commented mildly, "I do actually want my sister to receive my letter, and there is no telling what Shala would do if she received it. And the last thing I want is to send her on a drinking spiral. Again."

The rooster idea is going to be filed away for a much later date, though...

"Probably just going to have to face the board and tell it straight," Intel sighed, "Oh, boy. This isn't going to be fun."

Stormy was laughing with you as you laughed at his words, but he didn't stop laughing. He was on the floor with his hoofs pounding the hospital till he moved his leg he got the shot in wrong and let out a small "OW" before standing back up and listening to what you said after. He calmly heard you said you would tell it straight. Stormy at times like this always had this strange twinkle that sat in his eye. It was either a reflection of light off his blue eyes that had bits of gold, which if was hit by the light right his eyes appeared hazel.

Other times some said it reminded them of stars in the night sky, but that silly to compare a beauty to the stars to normal ol' Stormy's weird eye color scheme. "Intelligent Design, I think you will find this to be one of the funniest moments of your life. Well...if your claim you life has been very boring till recently. I think you'll find something you never thought could be."

Stormy had this look like he knew something, a secret that was just sticking at the tip of his tongue. Like some secret door would open for the right password. "So tell my Intelligent colt, you need to practice before you say it to Shala. Here I'll pretend to be Shala and you say your sorry to me."