The orange pegasus' face flushed crimson at the request. Oh-oh my. She stuttered. I mean, um, yes. There's a pen in my room. Um, r-right this way. She smiled sheepishly, excitedly trotting up the stairs, leading Rocket to her room. One of several simple rooms with a bed, a table, and an open window overlooking the city.

Oooh, this is so cool. I can't believe it's really Rocket Blast! She squealed once more.


Sadly it is not. She answered with a frown. Some don't care! After all they have their own lives to attend to! But those that are following it, most think they're just a bunch of dangerous anarchists who would be better off just...trying for the Kingdom of Kindness through the Expanse.