#as a side note she's had me saved in her phone as EPONA instead of MIRY cause i would complain ove TP epona every day lmao

[mirensiart]

My favorite anecdoque ever is that when I was in high school my best friend and I exchanged our gamecube zeldas, I owned wind waker and she owned twilight princess, and like we would comment and ask for help during dungeons, etc, in class

Anyway, one day she tells me she hates sailing in wind waker cause it takes ages and I was like ???? Dude it's not that slow what do you mean?

Apparently, right after getting the sail she accidentally unequipped it and sailed....to dragon roost just like that, without the sail LMAO

Like she was so mad at the game and kept ranting while I was trying not to die laughing cause HOW LMAO

[ginnyzero]

Completely Harmless Ch. 49

Completely Harmless An SSO SilverGlade Re-imagining Story (Or Fix it Fan Salt fic) By Ginny O.

When Lily and her friends wanted to buy horses and were directed to the Silverglade Manor and its myriad of problems, they didn’t expect to start a revolution. They were just a bunch a stable girls. Completely harmless. Right?

A/N: Things are only canon if I say they’re canon. Pre-Saving the Moorland Stables compliant for the most part. Posted in its entirety on my website. Posted in 2000 to 4000 word bits here. Rated T for Swearing Word Count 177,577

Chapter Forty-Nine The Lull Before The Storm

The food was proving to be very popular. (As were the floating lanterns, Kylie had to set up more stands at each beach party and recruit her friends to man them. She was making a killing.) So popular, that they had to get more supplies as the days went on. Loretta complained about having to go to Jorvik City to shop, but Lily just gave her a look. Loretta had volunteered for that part of the food.

That wasn’t all Loretta complained about. Justin and Alex also happened to be her next complaint. Loretta was trying to be the better person. Alex was just a phase. Justin would get over and come back to Loretta. Loretta loved him and always had.

Lily exploded. “You two were never together for him to come back to you.”

Loretta looked taken aback.

Lily took a deep breath. “Loretta, you’ve known Justin for a long time now. If anything was going to happen, it would have happened already.”

“You’re saying I don’t have a chance against Alex.”

“I’m saying that if you love him, truly love him, you’ll want him to be happy. Even if him being happy takes him away from you and to Alex.” Lily raised a brow at Loretta.

Loretta frowned. “But I want him to be happy with me?”

“Loretta, are you really in love with Justin? Or are you in love with the idea of Justin? Or even the idea of love?”

“We’re perfect for each other!”

“How?”

Loretta sputtered and rattled off a few superficial things about their riding capabilities, their looks, how they could be the Moorland riding power couple and win the Claymore Challenge and so on and so forth. Plus, Catherine Moorland had done the books like Loretta was doing now.

“That says nothing about Justin as a person.”

Loretta blinked. “What does that have to do with it?”

“Ohkay, your character is severely deficient. You aren’t bad, Loretta. You’re shallow. You don’t love Justin. You love the idea of being popular and being on top. You can be popular and on top by yourself. You don’t need Justin for that. You just need to be nice.”

Loretta looked at her blankly.

“You need to stand for something. Because right now, you don’t stand for anything at all. You don’t have any substance. You don’t care about Moorland Stables for more than it can give you, which is a tiny amount of power. The same goes for Justin, because he’s a symbol of the stables.”

“I don’t like you.”

“Mutual.”

The last day of the party came far too quick. A huge crowd gathered on the beach at the Dews Farm in Epona.

Maya had managed to drag her family from the Forgotten Fields for the event. Everyone was there, all the corporate sponsors, the Baroness. Even the Winterwell family and the Buttergoods had deigned to show up. The Li Family was hugging the Dews and chiding them for running off without explaining the situation to anyone.

Luciana had invited Ms. Drake of G.E.D. to come to Epona. She didn’t want Amelia’s cover blown.

Amelia and her club were making sure to not stick out in the crowd by wearing hats, sunglasses, and civilian style clothing they’d picked up over the week.

The atmosphere was jubilant.

Ms. Drake was brought up to the stage to join Luciania (proudly decked out in her Flying Fox Dressage Uniform), the Dew Family, Baroness Silverglade, and Baron Winterwell. The blonde woman in her sharp blue suit didn’t look pleased.

Not that the Baroness cared. She smiled sweetly at the younger woman. “Ms. Drake, on behalf of the Dew Family Race Challenge Sponsors and Event staff, we wish to present to you this money on the behalf of the Dew Family to cover their loans including interest towards the G.E.D. with the understanding that in taking this money that their debt to you is clear and their land is their own again.”

The crowd waited with bated breath as Luciana stepped forward with huge check to her.

Ms. Drake surveyed those on the stands and the crowd. She had no choice and been outmaneuvered. “I accept it gladly on behalf of the G.E.D.” she said her tone conveying that she wasn’t glad at all.

“This is the woman who sent a Rainbow Week card to herself,” Lily muttered.

Regina elbowed her.

Luciana handed the check over.

The crowd cheered.

Mrs. Dew burst into tears as her husband wrapped his arms around her to rock her back and forth.

Luciana grabbed another check.

“Mr. Dew,” the Baroness said kindly. “Not only were we able to raise enough money to cover your debts. We have enough to help you re-establish you in your rightful home.”

Luciana held the check out to them.

Mr. Dew took it with shaking hands. “I, I, don’t know what to say. You,” he gulped. “You didn’t have to do any of this. This is beyond any helped we cared to dream for our foolish actions.”

The Baroness sniffed.

“Thank you,” Mrs. Dew said hoarsely slapping her husband’s arm. “What he means is thank you.”

A group of girls ran up the stage. “Mr. Dew, Mrs. Dew,” they said together.

“We can help you. We want to be the riding club at your lovely farm,” they said. “Please?”

Mr. Dew looked overwhelmed.

Another group bounced up and down. “And we know animals, Mr. Dew. We can help at the other farm!”

The Baroness’ lips twitched. “What do you say, Matthew? I can tell you from experience these girls once they get the bit in their teeth give it their all and will do more than you ever thought possible. They also aren’t going to take no for an answer.”

Mrs. Dew beamed.

Mr. Dew swallowed hard. “We’d be honored to have help.”

The girls cheered jumping up and down. They smacked hands and hugged.

“Astro Monkeys!”

“Snoop Dogz!”

“Go!”

The Baroness leaned over. “I think the phrase is, roll with it.”

Mrs. Dew burst into laughter.

“All right everybody,” DJ Kai said through her microphone. “It’s time to celebrate!” She turned up the music. “Everybody dance now!”

It was an auspicious end to an auspicious week.

--

It didn’t take quite as long to take the decorations down as it had the last time during Rainbow Week. They were figuring out the routine. Everyone had so much fun with the Dew Family Race Challenge that there was talk of making it a permanent part of the Midsummer Beach Party.

Mr. Dew and Mrs. Dew were all right with that, but they were going to find some charities to give the money to instead of keeping it for themselves. The Astro Monkeys and the Snoop Dogz were working hard on cleaning up and opening up the two different farms.

“Not that they’re going to sell any horses,” Pauline said. “They don’t have the money to invest in stock like that right now.”

“I think we have enough options to choose from,” Lily rolled her eyes. She leaned against the fence and rubbed her neck. “Well, now what?”

Tyra leaned against the other side kicking her foot up lazily. “Agnetha says that we can’t put in the gardens for the race track until it’s done. And that looks like it won’t be done until after Happy Horse Week.”

“Which we need to plan for,” Lily said.

“Right. It’s a big event, but a completely different type of event,” Pauline nodded. “We celebrate Jorvik’s horses and Jorvik’s founding by Jon Jarl.”

Lily snorted. “As long as we aren’t celebrating that blowhard.”

Pauline’s brow furrowed. “How do you, no, never mind. I don’t want to know.”

“Jorvik Stables always has an open house.”

“Right, and we’re expanding that for every stable in the county.” Lily nodded.

“All the races are special races to show off the eventing capabilities of the county horses,” Pauline spun the shovel by the handle.

“Maybe we should do something educational? Like, do a lunging event while someone gives a talk about the history of the Jorvik Warmblood Sport,” Lily toed the ground with her boot.

“Ohhh, good idea,” Tyra nodded. She reached over and slapped Pauline’s shoulder. “Notes.”

“We’re going to need horse themed decorations,” Lily cracked her neck. “And we’ll need a cross country style event. Did we ever set up your races around Grape Mountain?”

“Nope,” Pauline popped her lips.

“Hmm, sorry.”

Pauline grinned. “We’ve been super busy, you know.”

“It’s important to you. So, thus, I’m sorry. Okay, a lunge event in the paddock to talk about the Jorvik Warmblood Sports, a dressage event and a showjumping event in the Riding Arena.”

“Since we have one.”

“And then we’ll set up some special cross country races around the Manor that won’t interfere with the Rose Garden Trail Ride too much, I hope.”

“At Jorvik Stables, they give beginning riding lessons.”

“We can use the Rose Garden Trail Ride for that then,” Lily waved her hands. “I take it this is going to be more hands on.”

“We can rotate shifts,” Pauline said her fingers flying over her phone as she leaned against the shovel.

“We’ll have to take pictures for Jorvikgram, and have a lost and found.”

Lily nodded.

“Moorland usually has another big feast and a huge cake,” Pauline said. “And we hide Golden Horse shoes all over the county.”

“And there’s the Light Ride over in Cape West.”

“We should do that together as a Club and include Linda and Alex,” Lily said.

They nodded.

“Okay, but this is in August and it’s June now.” Lily stretched her foot. “What are we going to do until then? I mean, we’re suddenly bereft of things to do and I don’t want to step on any toes by interfering with the other club’s domains.”

Tyra and Pauline just gave her looks down their noses.

“I like keeping busy.”

Tyra snorted.

Pauline raised a brow. “We could, I don’t know, train our green horses for the Claymore Challenge.”

Lily blinked. “Oh, right,” she blushed. “Um, how does one go about that?”

“Well,” Tyra drawled. “We have to earn ribbons.”

“There are three areas to the county,” Pauline said. “And every area has their events. In order to qualify for the Claymore Challenge, you need to beat a certain number of events in what they call the gold medal time.”

“I mean, for faults for showjumping it’s by not making any mistakes and under a certain time.”

Lily licked her lips. “So, we travel around the county earning ribbons and training our horses and if we have enough we make it to the Claymore Challenge?”

“Herman keeps track of it.”

“Or he’s supposed to,” Tyra muttered.

“We should um, make a route,” Lily scratched her head. “And a schedule so we don’t over extend the horses. Does that make sense?”

Pauline laughed. “Total sense,” she nudged Lily.

“Then let’s adjourn to the library and figure this out,” Lily rubbed her hands together.

They laughed and sent a text about a club meeting to the rest of the girls.

--

They were spending their time training around Jorvik for a couple hours each day and that meant they could check in with the other clubs, ask if they needed anything, or pitch in if the others seemed overwhelmed. Most the other clubs were doing the same. It was the Northern Golden Hills Valley, Firfall, and the Dews Farms that were rushing around trying to get things ready to show by Happy Horse Week.

They were grateful for the help.

It felt like a lull though before, something. No one was sure what. A shoe to drop, a storm. Something was coming.

Lily rode about with Alex to check the rune stones sometimes. Alex’s mother wasn’t doing so hot. She needed therapy and probably meds. Both of which were hard to get her.

“It’s why we all try so hard,” Alex sighed. “But she doesn’t want to accept the help.”

“You can’t force her. She has to want to do it. That’s the difficult thing. All you can do is love her and be there for her when she needs it,” Lily said.

“Are you speaking from personal experience?”

Lily shrugged. “I’ve seen it a lot growing up.”

“You don’t like to talk about it.”

“You don’t like talking about your childhood either.”

“Growing up poor on the wrong side of Jorvik City,” Alex snorted. “You don’t need to hear about that.”

Lily glanced over. “Alex, I’m a military brat. I’m lucky if I stay in a school two years. Stable doesn’t exactly describe my life and the towns that grow up around military bases aren’t known to be the safest.”

Alex’s eyes widened. “Woah. I mean, I guess I should have guessed or, I dunno.”

“By what? My love of legalism. My tendency to take charge, have schedules, or the love of mystery books and bad cop shows?” Lily laced her voice with sarcasm. “Dad’s an MP. Mom’s a nurse and works the military hospitals so that she’ll at least always have employment wherever dad is deployed. I’m lucky. They’re still together and don’t cheat. At least, as far as I know, they don’t.”

“The book thing?”

“You never know what you’re going to find drifting around a military base,” Lily shrugged a shoulder.

Alex turned back to the rune stone and concentrated taking the energy into herself. “Sorry, I assumed too much.”

“Because we don’t like to talk about it and most my clothes I’ve picked up here,” Lily rolled her eyes. “No offense taken, Alex.”

Alex finished with the stone. “I wish she’d get help.”

“She’s an adult,” Lily said. “And we teenagers aren’t supposed to be the ones with all the common sense.”

“Since when were we ever teenagers,” Alex drawled.

Lily nodded.

They rode in companionable silence.

“Thanks for listening, it helps.”

“Hey, if you can’t rant at me about Elizabeth, your crazy siblings, and your mother, who can you rant to? Linda? Maya? Justin?”

Alex huffed. “All right. All right. I get it.”

“Thanks for trusting me,” Lily nodded at her. “That means a lot. I mean, we weren’t predisposed to liking each other back when we first met.”

“I was worried you might be a stuck up like Loretta,” she paused. “Or Anne.”

“And I thought you were being a bit too hard and dismissive of your brother,” Lily sighed.

“As long as you didn’t think I was as conniving as he was!” Alex widened her eyes.

They both laughed.

“He’s a little shit,” Lily said. “But, he’s getting better.”

“Having his own horse that doesn’t take any excuses, helps a lot,” Alex grinned. “He adores that horse.”

“You think that they’re going to have all the hunting stuff ready for Happy Horse Week.”

“Definitely,” Alex nodded. “He’s even got these cute horse and dragon plushies on order.”

“I think the girls that like spiders have found most the babies,” Lily shuddered. “And tagged them with a GPS chip and IFRD chip tag, or whatever that acronym is. Just, no thank you.”

“The three of them are pretty driven about all these hunts,” Alex stretched out her legs. “All for the good, I think. It will give people who love exploring the area something to do and search for.”

Lily nodded.

Alex’ phone buzzed. She lit up in a huge grin. “Justin’s off work. See yah!”

Lily laughed. “Later alligator,” she called after Alex. She rolled her eyes. At least that seemed to be working out.

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Now, I’ll know you haven’t read this note if you leave me comments about how ‘salty’ I am about the game and if I hate it so much I should do something else. I am doing something else. It’s called Mystic Riders MMORPG Project. Mystic Riders however is a very baby phase game. You can check out our plans on the game dev blog. (Skills, Factions, Professions, Crafting, Mini-Games, 25+ horse breeds!) If you know anyone who would be interested and has money or contacts about game making, direct them to the blog.