myrle's status on Tuesday, 15-May-12 04:06:01 UTC
@stormyhugeheart @celery | Myrle grinned as her daughter rubbed her cheek against her own. Myrle rubbed her nosie against Celery's greeting her. She gave a smooth, unintelligible neigh to her daughter, asking her if she got the information she needed so they could venture home. The two spoke in a way that wouldn't be so familiar to modern ponies at all. Once she got Celery's O.K., she nudged the spitting image in the direction of the ticket window.