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Ying had never been to a "prom" before. She'd heard stories about last year's prom, mostly from friends regaling her with their stories of glitter bombs and secrets kisses. Ying especially liked the bit about kisses- it was adorable after all! She just knew Lifen had a crush on Mengyao. Knew it. Events like people catching on fire sort of scared her, but overall she thought it sounded like an enjoyable experience. Maybe this year would be less scary?

Regardless, Ying was excited. Yes, for the dancing and the joy (it was a bit glum around here, considering the anniversary was upon them), but also for the profit. For you see, a "prom" apparently meant fancy dresses and suits. Where else would you go for your clothes but a seamstress? That was where she came in. Ying Zheng, seamstress of Conquest, was out to make money. Plus she really did just like seeing pretty ponies being happy together. Money and happiness- it was a perfect combination!

So there she was, situated at a little table in the middle of the campground. She'd brought a few dresses she and her brother had made, followed by a lone suit to show off. More importantly, a large whiteboard sat beside her, stolen from one of the classes she'd attended (since they were forced to now, after all). Of course, she hadn't done any stealing- it had been a bumbling mess, stuttering while trying to ask the polite teacher if she could borrow it, but she liked to think she'd stolen it. It made her feel important.

On the top of the board were the words NEED A DATE TO PROM? It was a simple sign up; take the marker and sign your name if you needed a date. Secretly, she wished a handsome stallion would come and sweep her off her feet, but considering that was highly unlikely (especially with her low self esteem, thank you Salbei), she figured other ponies were probably in her same boat. Going to prom with no date didn't sound very fun at all; especially if you could have matching outfits! It was no secret that Ying and Jing were fans of matching outfits.

Additionally, her table had small flowers, much like the ones emblazoned on her and her brother's work- their logo, if you would. Ying was busy hastily handing them out to everyone with a bold smile on her face, happy to see others happy. She hoped this prom would be fun!

Prom? Tseng remembered that last year! It was an interesting occasion of merry making. There was some fun times, and he had met with some intriguing individuals as well. He recalled having a sort of dance off with Amarus, among other things. Perhaps, he should try going again.

As he wandered about, he spotted the big whiteboard with something about a date to prom.

Was a date required for these things? He had shown up on his own the last time around.

"YING! What is the meaning of this Date business?"

Ying sighed as she handed poor Aeron a flower. "It is for whatever you choose Aeron! That is the beauty of choice, friend!" She folded his hand closed over the flower. "You could give it to a beautiful mare or stallion- I could fasten it in your hair. Perhaps you could even attach it to your outfit! You see that is why it is fun- you get to choose!" She smiled gleefully and put one of the the flowers in her own hair. It was all just for fun.

Then Tseng. Always with the yelling. "Oh! Hello Tseng, I am giving people dates for prom! You see it is customary to go with another, and I thought it might be fun!" She looked at the board, then mischievously back to Tseng. "You know, my brother probably has 3 dates by now."

As Lan approached them, Ying gave a tiny yelp, fidgeting and handing her three flowers on accident. "H-Hello Miss Lan! You are looking beautiful today as always!!"

Hearing another familiar voice, Tseng turned around and placed his hands on his hips at Lan, looking a little indignant.

"I do not shout everything I say! We are not in battle right now, are we not?" he asked a little haughtily. He then turned back towards Ying, and puffed up his chest.

"WHAT? What is this nonsense? You speak in lies, Ying! I can find my own dates, but I am so amazing that I do not need to have a date to enter the thing known as Prom."

Aeron was getting the feeling that Prom was more of a big deal then originally planned. So much so that when two conquestian females of nobility joined them, he had stepped back from Ying, cradling the flower like it was a lifeline.

Of course you couldn't tell by his stoic almost stern...er face but...he was a bit nervous by the amount of females around.

And then another death horseman, who was going to talk to when Lan addressed him. Manners. he had manners.

"No intrusion Lady Noble." Aeron bowed deeply to her, not bothering to meet her eyes for...he was just a death guardian and his priestess's teachings remained engraved in his head. He was no noble, a hybrid. He didn't deserve to look at lady's face unless they willed it themselves. "Young Ying was telling me of what use the flower was. I am too look for a date for this prom event but I do not understand why. What is the means of the prom?" He seemed to be confused by the tone of his voice.

He turned back Lan and kept his gaze solely to the floor. "Does the Noble Lady have a Date to the Event of Prom?"

Prom? What was prom?

Bao Yu had never been to prom, so she wasn't exactly sure what everyone was excited about. Still, she had decided to tail after her sister since she was still rather new. She's literally only met a handful of other ponies.

However, on the walk over here, she'd managed to lose track of her sister. The littlest one was hard to spot in the group that had gathered, but once she did, Bao Yu launched at her sister, arms wrapping about her shoulders. "Found you." With that, she had a happy smile on her face and plopped her chin on top of Lifen's head, all like: This is my sister. Mine.

Lan tossed her hair back. "Thank you Ying. I have been thinking to try a new hair style, but I am unsure. Thinking I shall need a new outfit to go with. Nothing so drastic as- well." She smiled warmly at Lifen. "Just something a little different you kno-"
She saw she had an admirer.

She just tossed her hair again.

"Tseng, life is a constant battle, a struggle to achieve greatness. Plus, you seem the type to yell about your date." She hid her amusement behind her hand and sleeve."Perhaps Ying wishes to say she thinks though, that your gaze its like that of his highness. Firm and resolute?"

The death horsemen got a small tilt of her head. He was bowing fairly low.. and bowing at all. "It is best to speak to other when looking at them. I am not so high to have others forbidden to look at me." Color did slightly rise to her cheeks. "and no, I do not have a date to prom."

She was leaving it at that.

Shaheen had heard the whispering's of prom, and being one that was absolutely tired of whispering's of any kind, had chosen to ignore them. It was a silly thing, meant for those silly students of that ridiculous school. Sure, she had gone last year. Yes, she had gotten Zhi of all horsemen to make her a dress for it. Of course she had man handled Shik into a agreeing to take her.

But then the night had come and gone. She had been ditched by her supposed "date", done some absurd murder mystery game with a group of students and Eris, found her "date", got ditched again and then had been completely forced by a certain Sage to do some ludicrous dance, before she had finally taken her leave, filled with righteous fury.

At least her prom dress had been quite easily altered into a new battle garb. A few tears here and there and some added improvements and it was perfect.

So no, Shaheen wasn't thinking about going to prom, even if in the last year things had changed. Still, when she came upon a gathering of horsemen, she couldn't help but make her way towards them all, striding towards them with a new found sense of confidence, and skin that was darkly tanned, and rid of most of it's markings of the accursed insanity. She wore her usual garb that left very little to the imagination, the cloak that Ying had made her discarded...but in the most loving fashion, of course. She would never simply throw it away! It was just buried under some furs back at the tent was all.

There were several faces she recognized, and a few she did not. None from war that she could see, however....

"Lifen." She caught sight of the much smaller artisan and made her way towards her, eyeing the woman that was wrapped around her with a raised eyebrow, before addressing conquest woman once more. "What is all of...this?" She gestured around, clearly confused about what exactly was going on.