Heh, now I imagining Twi trying to sneakily pluck Dash… and ending up with a black eye instead! (and hoofful of molted feathers - Dash is still ready to help a friend in need when asked properly!)
I imagine cadence having completed a sultry dance to the tune of some musical number praising the glory and allure of the love princess,asking the droves of pegesi to relinquish their feathers to the cause of “best princess”.
The drooling stallions can’t rip their own feathers off fast enough.
The drooling stallions can’t rip their own feathers off fast enough.