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→She turned, initially surprised at being addressed. Her eyes lit up when she realized who it was, however. “Haywire, Crafter,” She nodded at me, holding my gaze before looking back at Haywire. “Good morning to you both. It’s been too long, how have you been?”

→Stepping past me, Haywire was the first to actually enter the lab, calling out a “Good morning, Spring!” to the mare in the trees.

→Her pale green coat was accented by her straw-coloured mane, long and flowing. Her bright blue eyes were focused on the task at hoof — getting tools and seeds and such together to begin a long shift of encouraging things to grow, to live, to bear fruit... just the seeds that were the marks on her flank suggested. The pipbuck adorning her foreleg and the Stable barding she wore seemed out of sorts with how she lived her life. Like they were blemishes on the sheer amount of nature that seemed to infuse the room.

→The instant we entered the agricultural wing of the Stable, the unmistakeable smell of foliage — of grass, of trees — greeted us. The door to the atrium itself swooshed open as it detected us, and we were greeted with a stellar sight. More beautiful than the rows of healthy, full apple trees was the mare who was tending them.

→Haywire was right, as it turned out.

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→I certainly wasn’t about to argue with that logic. Even the chance of getting to see Spring Breeze would have been enough to convince me, and soon enough we were packed up and headed through the maze of Stable corridors towards the atrium.

→She chuckled at that, but shook her head. “We made good time today. I think we can spare some to go say ‘hi.’” With a smile, she added, “I’m sure Spring will be there, too.”

→“Could we?” I asked, just a bit too enthusiastically. Hastily backtracking, I looked away from her. “I mean, um, if there isn’t anything else we need to do...”

→When the welding flashes had ended, I glanced back. Haywire raised the goggles and flashed me a grin as she said, “Well, that’s just about it for today. Why don’t we swing by the agriculture wing. You know, see how they’re doing over there, what with their shift starting and all?”

→It would be for the best.

→As grim as the thought was, I couldn’t help but agree.

→I felt anger rise at the slight, but Haywire shot me a look that told me she didn’t want to make anything of it. “Don’t,” she said through gritted teeth, “If there’s any sort of right in this Stable, maybe we won’t have to deal with them for much longer.”

→“Yeah, yeah,” Wingnut replied, “I know what that means.” As they passed by, I just barely heard him add, “Bitch.”

→“You’ve got the East wing today, you two,” Haywire remarked, “Please be on time. It’s that time of year again, you know.”

→As we were leaving, another pair of ponies were entering. Wingnut and Boltcutter. The dreadful duo, as Haywire had once called them. The larger of the two, Wingnut was something of the brains of their operation, while Boltcutter was… well, he was the second of them, anyways. Two of the other members of our Engineering shift, and the ones most likely to cause trouble. I glanced at the clock: fifteen minutes til our shift started. They weren’t fast eaters.

→Together we stood, deposited our trays and made to leave. Or tried to, anyways.

→Haywire nodded. “Yeah, I know the feeling. Lets get to work, hey? Take our minds off things. Castle’s taking the day off, so there’s a bit more to be done.”

→Returning the apple to my plate with only a single bite out of it, I pushed it away from me.

→Ten of us would leave, and soon. There was some comfort that the ponies chosen to go were at least voted on by the committee, but... the thought did nothing for my appetite.