fandomhigh | The Elements of Friendship, Thursday, Period 1

Today's Danger Shop set up was of a ragged, rocky mountainside cave, near the top of an almost sheer drop hundreds and hundreds of feet down.

Best hope that Pinkie's not planning on collapsing that cliff on you, again.

Odds were in the students' favor, though, since today, Pinkie was right by the edge herself, looking ready for action with her saddle bags strapped firmly to her flank, and a pair of sunglasses perched on her nose.

"Hi everypony! Welcome back! Today, I want you all to meet a very special friend of mine --"

A tremendous snore came from deep within the cave, the exhaled breath sending billows of black smoke tumbling out at them and into the sky.

"-- a dragon! I call him Snuffles." Pinkie beamed at the class as another snore sounded, followed by a second puff of noxious smoke. "Snuffles here has a bad habit of taking naps right by populated areas." She nodded over her withers, down the mountainside towards a quaint little village in the distance, currently deep in the shadow of the dragon's harsh smoke clouds. "Full grown dragons can nap for ages and ages and aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaages, which is no good for the poor ponies trying to make pretty weather down there in Ponyville. So your job today is to wake Snuffles up and convince him to go take his nap -- and his treasure -- somewhere else! You can try all sorts of things: reasoning with him, flattering him, telling him jokes, anything you like!" She looked meaningfully around the group of students. "And no, you're not allowed to try and kill him."

Squall.

Pinkie pranced her way up a little outcropping and settled in to keep an eye out.

"Oh! One more thing! Try not to let him eeeeeeat yooooooou!"

[ooc: ~~OCD is on its way, assuming LJ behaves~~ It worked! Hurray! Now, stay, LJ. Stay. . . .]

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Squall closed his eyes and mouth and put an arm up in front of his face, to shield himself from the worst of the smoke. He coughed a little, but by the time the smoke cleared, he was back to glaring at the dragon, his eyes shinging brightly from his soot-stained face.

"I apologize for waking you, but you can't sleep here."

The dragon looked around the cave, then back at Squall. The look on his face pretty easily translated into "why the hell not?"

"The people who live down in the valley are bothered by the smoke," Squall explained. "Unless you can stop breathing it, you're going to have to go somewhere else." It wasn't a request; it was a statement of fact. He tried to use a diplomatic tone of voice, though.

The dragon appeared to be considering this. Then it shrugged and started to go back to sleep.

There was a green glow as Squall put a hand to his forehead and concentrated, and then a large crystal of ice formed in mid-air and dropped onto the dragon's snout.

"I said, you have to go somewhere else," Squall insisted with a growl. "There are people living here, and you're being inconsiderate."

The dragon startled and roared, letting out a jet of flame.

Two could play at that game.

The Elements of Friendship, Thursday, Period 1

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