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From Finner - Finner's Tale
The sea birds flew overhead, their calls mournful. The waves washed onto the shore with a sigh. When a few moments had passed, Lyric quietly said, “I’d love to.” She had a sense that, whatever story it was that Finner was about to relay, it was one he needed to tell.
Finner motioned towards the lute that Lyric carried. “Why don’t yeh take that out?”
Lyric hurried to comply. Slinging it off of her back, she removed the oilcloth and held her lute at the ready. Although night was falling, she knew the instrument like the back of her hoof. Even in the scarce light, she would be able to play.
Finner lifted his eyes to the moon. It was a while before he spoke again. When he did, his voice was low, sonorous. “Any sailor worth their salt knows that the waters an’ the moon have a special connection. As the moon rises an’ falls in its nightly journey 'cross the sky, the waters follow it. This is why we have tides. But it weren’t always
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From Finner - A Good Story
“Yeh know what makes a good story, Lyric?”
As Finner said this, Lyric’s ears pricked, and her eyes sparkled. She trotted over to his side. “Besides a captivating plot and interesting characters?”
“Yeah, 'sides all that.”
The two made their way down the main road of the town, which Lyric had since learned was named Bluff. Bluff itself was not much bigger than what Lyric had seen her first night there, and in the light of day, she noticed how all of the buildings had been weathered by the sea breeze, the brown wood of each having long since turned gray. Yet, each was still standing strong. Much like this town’s inhabitants, Lyric mused as she eyed Finner, who was waving to or hailing everypony they passed.
Although Lyric would normally have moved on to another place by now, Finner’s coughing fit had worried her. She’d insisted she stay a few more days to look after him, while Finner had insisted that he was fine. “B
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From Finner - The Old Stallion
The wind was howling outside, cold enough to chill to the bone, and the salt in the air stung the eyes of everypony in it. It was the perfect night for a gathering in the tavern. Ale, cider, and other drinks flowed from cask, to tankard, to belly, as the ponies inside laughed and gossiped and exchanged exaggerated accounts of their daily lives. Or at least, most ponies did. For there was one mare sitting in the corner, wrapped in a cloak, barely noticed by the others except for the fact that she was a stranger.
Her light green mane and tail were marked by a darker green streak, and her tan, freckled face scrunched in concentration as she worked on tuning the antique instrument in her lap. As these first soft notes floated into the gathering, a few of the nearby patrons turned her way. Some raised their eyebrows as they sipped from their mugs, while others observed curiously. Soon, a quiet melody rose from the instrument, and the mare cleared her throat.
“Good evening, everypony,&
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The Wonder of Winter
There was something magical about Faroefield when it was blanketed with snow. There were a few hoofprints here and there where the normal walking paths would have been, but other than that the white covering was pristine. A grin appeared on Lyric’s tan, freckled muzzle as she took in the sight. She drew in a breath, the scent of evergreens filling her nostrils, and stepped onto the road that would eventually lead her home.
As she made her way through the town, the edges of her raspberry-colored cloak dragged along in the snow. Her lute, wrapped in its oilcloth, and a saddlebag stuffed with gifts gently bumped against her flank. Passing the occasional pony, she would wave heartily and call, “Happy Hearth’s Warming,” her grass-green mane with its forest-green streak bobbing into her eyes as she did so. It didn’t matter that the holiday was a small ways away. There was mirth on everypony’s face as they took the time to return her well-wishes as well as
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Greetings! I am Rienet-Halun, aka Rei, aka The Wandering Bard. I have many varied interests, and am a brony, avid gamer, reader, writer, and lover of music. I have also recently rediscovered my love for photography.

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Greetings, everyone!

Saturday is here, and that means more cartoon horses, and a new chapter of From Finner. What story does Finner have to tell Lyric? Tune in to find out.

The sea birds flew overhead, their calls mournful. The waves washed onto the shore with a sigh. When a few moments had passed, Lyric quietly said, “I’d love to.” She had a sense that, whatever story it was that Finner was about to relay, it was one he needed to tell.

Finner motioned towards the lute that Lyric carried. “Why don’t yeh take that out?”

Lyric hurried to comply. Slinging it off of her back, she removed the oilcloth and held her lute at the ready. Although night was falling, she knew the instrument like the back of her hoof. Even in the scarce light, she would be able to play.

Finner lifted his eyes to the moon. It was a while before he spoke again. When he did, his voice was low, sonorous. “Any sailor worth their salt knows that the waters an’ the moon have a special connection. As the moon rises an’ falls in its nightly journey 'cross the sky, the waters follow it. This is why we have tides. But it weren’t always so.”

Lyric strummed the strings of her lute, a mysterious tone rising into the air. Finner closed his eyes. “A long, long time ago, there lived two alicorn siblings. Ravi, the brother, was the caretaker of the sun, raisin’ it in the mornin’ and lowerin’ it in the evenin’, while Chandra, the sister, was the caretaker of the moon, raisin’ it in the evenin’ and lowerin’ it in the mornin’. 'Cause of their abilities, they were beloved by ponies all over.”

Now an elegant melody floated into the night, one befitting the majestic alicorns. Finner’s eyes seemed to focus on something far away. “Elsewhere, in a little village by the sea, there was a unicorn named Ocean Blue. Now, Blue’d seen Chandra in passin’ a few times before, an’ he was captivated by her. But he didn’t have the courage teh talk teh her, thinkin’ that he was a lowly creature compared teh her.”

The song Lyric played changed from one of elegance to one of quiet despair. Finner swayed to the music. Whether he did it knowingly or unknowingly, Lyric could not tell. “Blue’s specialty was water magic. He could find water, or even purify it if it was unclean. So one night, just as the moon was risin’, Blue was struck with an idea.

“He travelled down teh the beach an’, with a spell of his own makin’, enchanted the water along the shore teh follow the moon. Course, Blue weren’t powerful enough teh make this last long, so he went teh the beach night after night, enchantin’ the water there so that it’d trail along in the moon’s wake. An’ night after night, Chandra took notice.”

Finner opened his eyes and pointed towards the shore, as if the phantom of Blue would appear, brought back to life after so many eons had passed. “On one particular night, as Blue was about teh leave the beach, he found Chandra standin’ by, watchin’ him.”

The notes that Lyric played next were light but wondrous, perfect for a first meeting.

“Well, Blue was in quite a shock. Even moreso when Chandra spoke teh him.” Then, his voice taking on an uncharacteristic refinement, Finner said, “‘So, I have found you at last.’” His voice returned to normal as he continued with, “Blue was dumbstruck. That was when Chandra spoke teh him again. ‘Who are you that causes the waters to follow the moon? And why have you made it so?’”

A slow, lilting tune rose from the lute, one that Lyric felt matched what Blue must have been feeling so long ago.

“In response to her questions, Blue bowed his head low an’ said, ‘My name is Ocean Blue, dear lady, and I hope you can forgive me, for I meant no harm.’

“Chandra was puzzled, but also intrigued. ‘And you have caused none,’ she told him, ‘so there is nothing to forgive. But what is the purpose of this magic?’”

“Blue hesitated,” and Finner did the same, “but he raised his head teh meet her gaze. ‘I did it because I wanted to speak with you, but I did not know how.’”

Finner gave the smallest of chuckles. “Now, Chandra was fully perplexed by this. She didn’t see herself the way Blue an’ everypony else seemed teh see her, as somepony teh be revered. So she told Blue, ‘A simple hello would have sufficed.’

“Well, Blue felt pretty foolish after that. He was about teh excuse himself when Chandra asked him, ‘Could you show me more of this magic?’ It took Blue a second, but once he understood what she wanted, he was happy teh oblige.” As he said this, Finner’s hoof swept across the sky, towards the moon. “From then on, Chandra and Blue started spendin’ more time tehgether. They formed a friendship, an’, over time, that friendship turned inteh love.

A sweet melody sounded from Lyric’s lute, but it became more dour as Finner said, “Now, Ravi’d seen all this, an’ he didn’t quite approve. But whenever he tried teh tell his sister as much, she rebuffed him. Who she loved weren’t any of his concern, she’d say. Seein’ that he wouldn’t be able teh change his sister’s mind, he eventually let the matter drop. So when Chandra came teh him with news of hers an’ Blue’s engagement, he just put a wing around her an’ said, ‘Enjoy this while you can.’

“Chandra, payin’ this no mind, was elated, an’ she raced off teh be with Blue.” A light, joyful air rose into the night. “Shortly after that, she an’ Blue were married. The two were very happy, an’ after a while, they were blessed with two daughters, both of ‘em alicorns, teh their pleasant surprise.” Here, Finner interrupted his tale, turning to Lyric for the first time since he had begun. “Any guesses as teh who they were?”

Lyric pondered this, her muzzle furrowing once more, but she soon had the answer. A hint of marvel spread across her countenance. “Princess Celestia and Princess Luna.”

“That’s right.” Finner stared out to sea again. “The four of 'em had many happy years tehgether, spendin’ time as a family. But, sadly, it didn’t last.” Finner glanced to Lady’s stone. “Alicorns, as far as we can tell, are immortal. But Blue, bein’ a unicorn, was not. His family watched him age as the years went by. An’ then, as all us mortal folk do, he passed away.”

Lyric’s heart ached for Blue, and for those he had left behind. She played a somber tune.

“Chandra an’ their daughters buried Blue by the seaside, where the two’d first met. Their sad task done, they stood tehgether as Chandra began teh sing.”

At this, Finner’s voice fell silent. Lyric stilled her lute’s strings. Once she had, Finner hummed. His humming started low, resounding into the night. He tapped his hooves on the ground to keep time. When he sang, his voice was clear, strong.

Sleep now, dear one
Here beside the sea
Sleep now and forever
Your spirit is set free

Free to dance upon the gale
And to skip on each wave
You will never end your tale
Alone in your grave

For the waters are your spirit
The birds’ cries are your song
And the moon will always guide you
In your journey on

So sleep now, dear one
Here beside the sea
Sleep now and forever
Your spirit is set free


The song faded, carried away by the salty ocean wind. Lyric sat, unmoving, the last notes still resonating within her. There was a new rasp to Finner’s voice when he spoke again. “In a final tribute teh Blue, the three alicorns combined their magic. With a spell much like the one that Blue’d used, Chandra an’ her daughters enchanted the world’s waters so that they’d always follow after the moon.” Now Finner gave a snort as he told Lyric, “It’s also said that their tears’re what turned the oceans salty, but between you an’ me, I think that’s poetic nonsense.”

Finner quieted once more. He lifted his head. “It weren’t long after that when chaos broke out in Equestria. Course, everypony who was willin’ an’ able, includin’ most of the alicorns, went teh lend their aid. Chandra was torn, though. She wanted teh help, an’ she couldn’t bear teh let others suffer, but she had two daughters teh take care of. Knowin’ this, her daughters made the difficult decision teh give their mother their blessings. After a tearful goodbye, Chandra left teh join the cause.”

Finner shook his head, his voice heavy. “None of us regular pony folk really know what happened teh Chandra after that. Some say she fell in battle 'gainst the beasts that rampaged 'cross Equestria before her daughters took up their crowns. Others say she’s still out there, somewhere, watchin’ over us. But I like teh think that, wherever she is, she an’ Blue are tehgether again, somehow.”

The moon shone down on the two companions. Now it was Lyric who gazed upon it, and she was filled with a new sense of awe. Yet she hadn’t looked upon it long when Finner began to cough. Alarmed, Lyric reached for him, but he waved her away.

It was not much later that his coughing subsided. Catching his breath, he spoke. “Promise me somethin’, Lyric.” He turned, staring into her eyes, his voice full of conviction. “Promise me that, no matter what happens teh yeh, yeh’ll keep yehr head held high.” He turned away, his words softening. “‘Cause if yeh can do that, I know yeh’ll be able teh get through anythin’ life throws at yeh.”

In that moment, Lyric could see just how careworn Finner really was, how deep the wrinkles around his eyes were, how fragile he appeared. He seemed so different than the old but spry stallion she had first met in the tavern. Here, under the moonlight, he merely seemed old. Was this the real Finner? Or was it the one she had seen in town, in the tavern?

Lyric wrapped her forelegs around Finner, holding him as tight as she dared. He mindlessly patted her hoof. A few tears escaped from her eyes as she whispered, “I promise, Finner. I promise.”

Nodding once, Finner watched as the moon’s reflection danced and sparkled in the waves. The two stayed as they were, saying nothing, well into the night.
From Finner - Finner's Tale

Everypony has someone who influences them, changes their lives. For Lyric, that someone was Finner, an old stallion who lived by the sea.


This story was greatly inspired by the song From Finner by Of Monsters and Men.

Many thanks to these wonderful people for helping to turn this story into the best that it could be: KellyTheDrawingUniProtopony350Kirito-PersonaMelancholyIguanaWill-Owl-the-Wisp, and Haycart.

Cover art by KellyTheDrawingUni

Chapter One
Chapter Two

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Greetings, everyone!

The second chapter of From Finner has been published! I am really happy to release this chapter, but I won't say why yet so that you can experience the story for yourselves. I hope that you enjoy it!

“Yeh know what makes a good story, Lyric?”

As Finner said this, Lyric’s ears pricked, and her eyes sparkled. She trotted over to his side. “Besides a captivating plot and interesting characters?”

“Yeah, 'sides all that.”

The two made their way down the main road of the town, which Lyric had since learned was named Bluff. Bluff itself was not much bigger than what Lyric had seen her first night there, and in the light of day, she noticed how all of the buildings had been weathered by the sea breeze, the brown wood of each having long since turned gray. Yet, each was still standing strong. Much like this town’s inhabitants, Lyric mused as she eyed Finner, who was waving to or hailing everypony they passed.

Although Lyric would normally have moved on to another place by now, Finner’s coughing fit had worried her. She’d insisted she stay a few more days to look after him, while Finner had insisted that he was fine. “But I won’t mind the company!” he’d said at the end of their conversation, and, as far as he seemed to be concerned, that was the end of that matter. Now, here in the center of town, Lyric waited for Finner’s answer, her curiosity piqued.

Finner returned his attention to Lyric. “What really makes a good story is a hook, timin’, an’ delivery. 'Specially when yeh’re tellin’ it teh an audience.”

Lyric faced the path ahead. Her muzzle furrowed in thought. “How do you mean?” she asked after some time had passed.

“Well, hm, how teh explain it…” Finner ran a hoof through his beard. When his eyes landed on the instrument Lyric carried on her back, he stamped his hoof into the dirt below. “A good story’s just like a good piece of music. Yeh gotteh have an openin’ that’ll catch everyone’s attention. That’s yehr hook.”

“Hmmm.” Lyric tapped her chin. “I suppose that makes sense.”

Finner nodded, then continued with, “An’ just like music, yeh gotta know what comes when. Otherwise, everythin’ll be all muddled and won’t make any sense. That’s yehr timin’.”

Lyric’s ears stood straight up at this. “And what about the delivery?”

“The delivery, well, that’s a beast all on its own.” He spun and pointed a hoof at Lyric. “But if yeh can master that, yeh’ll be set.” He lowered his hoof. “Just like with music, yeh gotta know how to really sell the piece. Yeh gotta know when teh be quiet, an’ when teh be really loud!” He shouted this last part to the sky. A nearby flock of gulls shrieked and took off, while ponies turned to see where the commotion was coming from. Lyric smothered a laugh with her hoof. Finner, however, seemed not to notice the looks.

Now Finner continued on his way, with Lyric beside him. “Yeh also gotta keep pace,” he said, “not goin’ too fast or too slow, or else yeh’ll have a mess on yehr hooves.”

“Just like with music,” Lyric said as Finner opened his mouth to speak.

“Just like with music,” he repeated, satisfaction in his voice. “But there’s one more thing yeh gotta remember, an’ it’s probably the most important thing of all.” Lyric leaned in to hear what he had to say. “If yeh make a mistake, just keep on goin’. It’ll help yeh teh think on yehr hooves, an’ maybe yeh’ll find a way teh make the tale even better than it was before.”

At this final bit of advice, Lyric halted, shying away from the stallion. “But, Finner, I don’t know how...”

Yet Finner only gave Lyric a knowing look, replying with, “Don’t worry, yeh’re smart. I know yeh can figure it out.”

Lyric fell silent at Finner’s words. She had made many mistakes telling her tale a few nights ago, and, if she was to be honest with herself, they had gotten to her. After all, these weren’t the first mistakes she had made — and not just with storytelling — nor would they be the last. How was she to simply ignore them?

Lyric was still puzzling over this when they reached the town grocer, Finner’s destination on this trip. The door creaked, and the bell above it tinkled as the two entered. A pair of colts looked up from their mother’s side, their faces brightening as they spotted the stallion.

“Finner! Finner!” they cried as they raced towards him.

Finner’s face lit up as well, and he bent down to ruffle their manes. “'Ey, lads, good teh see yeh.”

They giggled and pulled back, the bigger of the two colts asking, “Finner, can you tell us a story?”

“Yeah, can you?” The smaller one gazed up at Finner, eager. Lyric almost mirrored him, looking on with interest.

“Well… I don’t know,” Finner replied, drawing out his words, giving an exaggerated shrug.

“Aw, but you tell the best stories,” the larger one said. “Please?”

“Please?” his brother joined, giving Finner a puppy-dog-eyed look.

“Please?”

“Please?”

“Please?”

“Please?”

“Pleeeaaase?”

After a time, Finner spoke up. “Alright, yeh’ve got me. What story would yeh like teh hear?” As the colts cheered, the stallion gave Lyric a wink, as if to say, “Watch an’ learn.”

“Tell us the one about how you got your cutie mark, Finner,” the smaller colt said. The larger one regarded Finner with excitement.

Finner eyed them both. “What, that ol’ tale? Yeh’ve heard it a thousand times.”

The colts’ words jumbled together as they pleaded for Finner to tell his story. Admittedly, Lyric herself was curious as to how Finner had received his mark. It was one of the most elaborate she had ever seen — a three-masted ship, sails and all, surrounded by dark storm clouds — and it was much more elaborate than her own simple lute.

Finner held his hooves outward to quiet the clamor. The colts fell silent, and Finner leaned in towards his audience of two. “When I was just a young’un, only a little older than yehrselves, I was a cabin colt on a ship, the Kraken.” The colts “ooohed.” “It was a mighty fine ship, one of the swiftest on the seas! It could sail ‘round the entirety of Equestria an’ its surroundin’ countries in a month flat. But sometimes bein’ swift ain’t enough.”

Finner’s voice lowered as he told the colts, “One day, a storm blew up outta nowhere. Now, this weren’t unusual out at sea, but this one was particularly nasty. An’ as yeh know, there ain’t any pegasi out at sea teh quell these storms.”

“But you had pegasi with you, right?” the larger colt asked.

“Course we did!” Finner declared, putting a fore hoof to the colt’s back. “But when they flew out, the gale tossed ‘em about 'til they were almost lost, givin’ ‘em no choice but teh return teh the ship. But the ship weren’t much safer than the sky.” Finner swooped his free hoof in front of him, pantomiming the waters. “Waves a hundred hooves high crashed onteh the decks, an’ the winds were tearin’ at the sails, threatenin’ teh rend ‘em from the masts.” The volume of his words rose and fell like the waves he described. “It weren’t long before the Captain was overwhelmed.” The colts gasped, their hooves covering their mouths. “Nopony else could help either, 'cause they were doin’ their best teh hold the ship tehgether. They clung teh the ropes, worked the sails, but the storm was too much. Everypony was just about convinced that they’d be swept off the boat, an’ that it’d go down with ‘em.”

Here, Finner paused. Lyric was unsure of whether he would continue when he asked his audience, “But yeh know what?”

If the colts had heard the story even half as many times as Finner claimed they had, they definitely knew what came next. But Lyric saw that the colts said nothing, watching Finner with wide-eyed anticipation.

“I rushed over an’ grabbed the wheel, even though everypony’d told me teh stay below instead. They thought I was too small teh make any difference. But, with things as they were, we needed all hooves on deck, includin’ mine. So, with the Captain an’ I at the helm, we put all our might inteh steerin’ the Kraken.” Now Finner’s voice was triumphant. “With us at the helm and everypony workin’ tehgether, we at last broke free of the storm’s mighty grasp.” A beam of sunlight fell across Finner’s face, and he seemed to bask in it. “It weren’t until after, when we were all cheerin’ and celebratin’, that I’d noticed my cutie mark’d appeared. From then on, I knew I was meant teh live a life on the sea. An’, for a long time, that’s just what I did.”

The colts applauded and, thanking Finner, returned to their mother’s side. Their mother also gave Finner a grateful wave. Returning it, Finner set to the task of picking out the supplies he’d need for the next few days.

Yet Lyric stood where she was, reflecting on Finner’s tale, or rather, on the way he had told it. By choosing certain moments to speak quietly or boldly, by pausing now and then to draw out suspense, and adding into that the timbre of his voice, the story had ebbed and flowed. Everything about it had been masterfully done, captivating the young colts, and herself as well. And, through it all, Lyric could not help but think, It really is quite like music.

Music was something that Lyric had always enjoyed, ever since she was a filly herself, and it was something that she knew well. Stories, however, were different… or so she had thought. As with music, Lyric had always been enthralled by the stories she’d heard, whether they were bedtime tales told to her by her parents, or grand epics shared by those who had come before her. But it was one thing for her to be able to enjoy a good story, and another entirely to know how to tell one. The corners of her lips upturned as she contemplated all the ways she could put this newfound knowledge to use.

“So, ready to go?” Finner asked, breaking into her thoughts.

Lyric turned to him. “I am,” she replied.

“Say, yeh look happy.” Finner smirked. “Did yeh really enjoy my tale that much?”

“Indeed I did.” Her voice lowered as she said, “Thank you, Finner.”

Finner tilted his head in confusion. “What’re yeh thankin’ me for?”

Instead of answering him, Lyric grinned and set off up the road towards the pier. Finner shrugged and walked with her.

The two travelled side by side, Finner humming a sea shanty as they went. But, as they neared the path that would lead them to the beach, Finner’s demeanor changed. His steps slowed, his ears downturned, and his humming faded away. This was not new to Lyric, for he had done it every time they’d passed by here. Today, however, he asked, “'Ey, Lyric, mind if we make another stop?”

Hearing his tone, Lyric’s voice was gentle as she replied, “No, not at all.”

Without another word, he made his way to a spot near the top of the path, one which overlooked the ocean. If she glanced downwards, Lyric could see the pier stretching into the water, and Finner’s houseboat bobbing in the waves. But it was the stone that the stallion was staring at which currently caught her interest.

It was gray, about the size of a curled up, sleeping cat, and did not appear to be extraordinary in any way. An oval-shaped seashell rested on top of it, pink and white and spotted with brown. Lyric had seen many of these shells by the water’s edge, all in varying sizes and differing patterns of white, pink, and brown. If she picked it up and turned it over, she knew that she would find a lip that covered about three-fourths of the underside, leaving a hole at one end. She wondered why it had been left here.

Nearing the stone, Lyric could see that its surface had been carved. Peering closer, she could make out two words at the top. Lady Slipper. She glimpsed Finner out of the corner of her eye. His eyes were sorrowed, his face pained. It took a while for Lyric to gather her courage to ask him, “Who was she?”

His voice was almost inaudible. “My wife.”

Lyric’s chest tightened. Finner sank to the ground. Lyric put her fore hoof around his shoulders, and he sagged into it. Neither of them spoke.

As they sat, the sun began to fall towards the horizon. Finner raised his eyes to it. “Say, Lyric…” He breathed in deep. “How would yeh like teh hear another story?”
From Finner - A Good Story

Everypony has someone who influences them, changes their lives. For Lyric, that someone was Finner, an old stallion who lived by the sea.


This story was greatly inspired by the song From Finner by Of Monsters and Men.

Many thanks to these wonderful people for helping to turn this story into the best that it could be: KellyTheDrawingUniProtopony350Kirito-PersonaMelancholyIguanaWill-Owl-the-Wisp, and Haycart.

Cover art by KellyTheDrawingUni

Chapter One
Chapter Three

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Greetings, everyone!

Saturday is here, and that means more cartoon horses, and a new chapter of From Finner. What story does Finner have to tell Lyric? Tune in to find out.

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Rienet-Halun Featured By Owner Apr 15, 2017
You're very welcome! Thank you as well!
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Sandy--Apples Featured By Owner Mar 31, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
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Rienet-Halun Featured By Owner Apr 1, 2017
You're very welcome!
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AnimeEmm Featured By Owner Mar 27, 2017  Professional Artist
Thanks for the watch! rose 
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Rienet-Halun Featured By Owner Mar 27, 2017
You're very welcome!
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GaelleDragons Featured By Owner Mar 8, 2017  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thanks for the watch!:happybounce: 
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Rienet-Halun Featured By Owner Mar 27, 2017
You're very welcome!
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DivLight Featured By Owner Mar 5, 2017  Student Digital Artist
Thank you very much for the watch !!! ^w^
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Rienet-Halun Featured By Owner Mar 27, 2017
You're very welcome!
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