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Twilight cringed. "I'm not a boffin..."
"Sure you are!" Rainbow declared, walking back around her altar and adventuring deep into the heart of Twilight's personal space, gripping one of her forelegs far too firmly for comfort, "Fetlocks don't lie, and yours are humming the boffins’ tune!"
"My fetlocks don't say anything!" Twilight took a step back, feeling deeply uncomfortable when a wildly smiling Rainbow took an even larger step forward.
"Ah, but they do! You may wear that dress like a lady, but you've got science-pony hooves! Lubricating oil caught around the hoof, tanlines where the boilersuit sits, coal dust ingrained no matter how hard the soap scrubs... The dress is too expensive, though, for a working pony! So, I figure you're a tinker!"
Twilight felt as if someone had told her that her fly was undone. From across a crowded room. "How... dreadfully perceptive," she lamented, a tad chagrin. This mare was wasted outside of Constable's Gardens. The Inspector would give a limb for a mare with this deductive ability. Possibly even one of her own.
"Naturally! An explorer needs to be perceptive, or a feral native might get the drop on her! Or a tiger! Or even a Nemean Lion! Or even a feral native riding a Nemean Lion with a pet tiger, for the scraps!"
"A real explorer adventures outside her office, occasionally," Twilight pointed out, slightly amused, largely annoyed.
Dash's wings fell to her sides. The kettle began whistling and she tried to disguise her reaction behind a desperate bid to make some exotic zebra tea for her guest. "Oh yeah? And what makes you think I don’t?"
"A real explorer wouldn't recreate the jungle in their office. They'd hang trophies and memories of their conquests. They wouldn't talk of what might have happened, future tense, but speak of hard-won lessons, past tense. You have no battle scars to speak of, your spear is a letter opener taped to a cricket bat, your cultist's altar still has the manufacturer's seal on it, and perhaps most tellingly of all, you've merely ignored your paperwork, as opposed to setting fire to it." She noticed Dash's body tense. "No, don't."
https://www.fimfiction.net/story/247031/6/the-mare-who-once-lived-on-the-moon/the-explorer-who-dreams
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