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In a white and endless expanse, Rarity and Applejack sit on two of six empty thrones in a circle. “You know,” Applejack says, “we never did sit on these much, did we?” In the middle of this circle is a large round table with a map of Equestria. Applejack fidgets a little, feeling an urge to fill in the silence her companion is imposing. "Always a bit too cold. Reckon' that's why we never sat on 'em much." She smiles at Rarity. "Should'a had you give us some your fancy…- 4.3 K • Oneshot
