The Patreon composition window often holds little starter fragments as suggestions for how to begin. Before I began typing, this one originally hosted "Now this is a story all about how..."
Fine. This is a story all about how Estee has no idea how pacing yourself works. I wanted to start on this one yesterday. I couldn't. I knew I had to make significant progress on it today to have any hopes of reaching five postings for the month. (Current guess is that we'll finish with one more peek-in for Cerea.) So I sat down at the keyboard about eight hours ago and wrote myself into a near-coma. My throat feels wrecked, my head's swimming a little, I tried to stop for as little as possible, and the result is that the story is now sitting in the New column and I have to use tomorrow for recovery because writing from a near-coma usually just doesn't capture nuances of character.
11k. Because yeesh.
Scootaloo is, in a word, exhausting. I was scrambling to keep up in her wake, and that was during the times when she wasn't going anywhere. But now she's got her focus story, we've seen a little more about where she is in the wake of Duet, and...
...I needed a bridge.
It starts with something small...