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“I’ve been working on the Weather Team as long as I can remember. I normally work the night shift, but I started putting in più hours to help the Initiative. And you?” Cloudchaser asked.

“Mm-hmm…” Stylo murmured.

Stylo was resting his head on his hoof, gazing longingly into the pair of lavender eyes across from him. He wasn’t bothered da the noisy drone of the party, nor his terribly aching back. He currently had everything he needed.

“…Stylo?” Cloudchaser called, her expression faltering.

“Mmm… hmm? Oh! I, uh... what was the question?”

Cloudchaser softly giggled. He...

LIFE OF STYLO
--Act III--

Pinkie is plummeting to her death.

“Oh! Oh no, oh what, oh-…” Stylo feverishly looked around for help, involuntarily hopping up and down. He was alone in Pinkie’s new rec center.

Suddenly, not giving himself time to think twice, Stylo shot downward through the hole she had left. Careening down through the night air toward the soft light of the city below, he tried his hardest to keep his eyes open and scan the air for his falling friend.

He quickly found her – a bright rosa oblong sticking out amongst the black and blue.

“I SEE YOU, PINKIE!!!” he yelled over...

Stylo slept quite soundly that night, waking up bright and early as the soft light of early sunrise began drifting in through the window (whether o not he dreamt of Cloudchaser he couldn’t remember). He sat comfortably on his bed, once again Scrivere in his little black book. He wasn’t frustrated o upset at his lack of creativity, anymore – in fact, he was quite amused da Cloudchaser’s ability to leave his inner monologue speechless.

He simply wrote what came to mind, careless of its eloquence o coherence.

A grey Pegasus
Yes, that’s true
Quite familiar, actually
As the rosa one would...

LIFE OF STYLO
--Act II--

Led on through the humble cafeteria filled with the chaotic drone of ongoing conversations, Stylo shuffled along in a daze behind his shepherd, Pinkie Pie. Her smooth, carefree bouncing came to an abrupt halt, startling Stylo out of his trance.

“There! Cloudchaser and Flitter are talking da the door!” she loudly whispered to him, stretching a hoof in their general direction.

Stylo squinted at the small group of ponies chatting nearby. “How will I know which one she is?” he asked.

“She’s the one with the really cool mane!” Pinkie responded, grinning and throwing...

Quivering and wide-eyed, Stylo falls off of Rainbow’s back and lands on one of the many clouds comprising Cloudsdale. arcobaleno trots over to his fetal figure.

“Ta-daa! We’re here! See, that wasn’t so bad.” She bent down and offered him a hoof, which he clutched tightly with both forelegs.

“Nice mane,” she added as she pulled him up. Stylo reached up and felt his new hairdo. The intense speed had slicked it back più smoothly than any hair gel ever could.

“I need to doccia più often…” he grumbled.

“Come on!” arcobaleno called a few strides ahead, “Let’s get te started!”...