"You know... I remember when I first started... there was a person with a peculiar username... It was a wonderful little gallery, the person that it belonged to would always update it, putting amazing writing in each, such wonderful stories they created. I would always check up on it. They still do this sometimes. That person is amazing. Ah yes... Now I remember... such an interesting screen name... Ukaber, I believe it was."

I've been a fan of your writing since I first started using this application, to be perfectly honest.

It's a sketch, I'll make a real FA/gift for Ukaber later. Same goes for you, mistur Depressy pants! >:U

I might have, but the main part I remembered was.... something about... a doll or something. All I know is that I would always find a way to get to your gallery to read what else you had in store.

Well, if you have any spare time, would you like to attempt a roleplay? It would be my honor to learn from someone like you.

(Actually, this was the roleplay upload, I probably should have said that. ^-^" Silly me and my horrible memory.)

Hah, if there is any one here who's insane, it's me. I don't find it to be rambling, I think it's very interesting, and it touches me that you'd share this with me. I've always wanted to be more interesting, some one with a lot of character, like you. It really is an honor knowing you, I kid you not.

'3'

Hm. My mind is mucky, I have a lot going on. (Three choir concerts this week, volunteer work as an elf this weekend, math semester exams in 2 weeks, the usual. X3 )

I don't know... a walk in the Everfree or something and we bump into each other? I really am quite horrible at topics. Hah.

(Well, I'll try to come up with something half as good as that. '3' )

She followed a path. It was her only goal, her only focus. For now, anyways
So she did what she felt her gut telling her to do, like always. She sighed, her breath taken away at the beauty of the forest. Equestria is a magnificent place. As her hooves clopped over the mystical path, she ignored the onlookers, curious of her palette of dark colors. She held her head high, her fluffy hair bouncing with every step she takes. As she passed a mysterious little nook, thick with fog from a waterfall, she released another sigh, this time from the cool, pure water on her coat. She continued on her way, continuing to admire the scenery detail by detail, but never stopping for a closer look. She noticed a clearing in which she could take a break to sketch out a few ideas, it was only occupied by one other pony, who seemed busy with their own drawing. So she sat, a few yards away, taking a midnight black saddlebag of her back, pulling out a regular notebook journal and a pencil, and so she sat there quietly, starting a sketch of a scenery of a place from her childhood.

Bleh. I need to write more so I can become better. If only I actually used my FIMFiction account for once. Hah.

You're better! ewe

Her ears perked up as she heard the voice of appraise. She turned to see the stallion that had been sitting in the clearing earlier. "I, uhm, thanks!" She had stuttered when speaking, she wasn't used to others speaking to her, let alone appraise her. After a few seconds of thought, she continued. "It's still in the, uh, sketch part of it. I'm... still working out the uneven lines." She spoke sheepishly of her work, since she was usually the only one judging it, and would never see it as good enough.

She gave back a sheepish smile and, forgetting her horn, and to speak, fumbled through her notebook to find some other things she had drawn including family members, friends, memories from past homes to just simple perspective and shading practice. She handed it to him, her cheeks a deep red. "It's... nothing much. Just a hobby, I guess." Yet again, she fumbled with her words. Her cheeks somehow turned redder in embarrassment.

He was so interesting! And slightly creepy. Nah, really creepy. In a good way. The way he controlled your OC's actions. That was some epic writing.

During the time he had been looking through her note book, the girl had calmed herself to where she could at least speak correctly. As she took it back, this time remembering to use her magical aura, she collected her train of thoughts. "Oh, the one based around Fall? I would say around, oh, 2 hours? I rushed the shading a bit." With that being said, she chuckled at herself a bit. Her accent had a slight country edge to it, but most ponies never noticed it.

I can see why.

(The country twang, I have a bit of one. I've lived in Texas all but around 6 months of my life, heh.)

I've lived in cities like Houston and Dallas to be honest, but I still have it. It's not really noticable, though. '3'

She looked at it, all the creativity and passion put into it. When she looked at art, she didn't look at it, she looked beyond it. The emotions, the energy put into it. She saw much emotion in each, much talent to be discovered. She spoke breathlessly, she always loved looking at other's works. "Amazing..." The word drifted off as she closed it gently, handing him back his sketchbook by hoof.

You're in boy scouts? I'm in girl scouts. All we do is scr3w around all day to be honest. My troupe anyways. XD

(I'm really sorry, one second I was awake, the next I had found myself sleeping.)