eleventh. written.

[eaglet]

Today I have been in this place for a year. There is still much I do not understand about its ways as well as the ways of the people who live here, including all of you. There are times where I think I am adjusting, where I think I am understanding, but then something happens and it is clear that I am not.

I am not sure if I will ever understand.

[friends + Assassins]
There is a man here now by the name of Haytham Kenway. Treat him as genially as you like, but I warn you not to trust him. - Connor

[Assassins + Maria Thorpe - Edward Kenway]
He is a Templar. I do not ask for favours lightly, but I will ask you this: Do not kill him for this fact only; there is no point in this world. - Connor

Comments

Dictated

[eaglet]

I have met many people here who make claims that their worlds hold magic. I did not think it was such a common thing.

Dictated

[preformthisneigh]

Well, not everypony can use magic. That's mostly just for the unicorns and the alicorns.

Pegasi too, I guess. In their own wing-y, weather change-y way.

Dictated

[eaglet]

[Wait


wh]

Ponies? [Whaticorns??]

Dictated

[preformthisneigh]

[Don't fight it, Connor. Let the magic into your life.]

Sure! That's what I am, a pony. A party pony.

Dictated

[eaglet]

[No.....]

What is a... 'party pony'?

Dictated

[preformthisneigh]

I'm a pony who plans parties.

[Descriptive!]

Some of the best parties in Equestria, by the way.

Dictated

[eaglet]

Are you actually a pony?

Dictated

[preformthisneigh]

[He pauses here, as if he's taking inventory.]

Four hooves, curly mane, curly tail, super handsome muzzle.

Yep. Definitely a pony.

Dictated

[eaglet]

Then how is it you are speaking?

Dictated

[preformthisneigh]

The same way you are? I just open my mouth and words come out.

Dictated

[eaglet]

Ponies do not normally speak.

Dictated

[preformthisneigh]

We do where I come from. There are talking ponies everywhere. As far as the eye can see!

Dictated

[eaglet]

[SQUINTING....]

Are you lying?

Dictated

[preformthisneigh]

[PAUSE.]

...No? Look, hang on, just one...sec.

[Maybe he wished up an inkpot, maybe he stood in a paint palette, maybe he got a pile of fondue; but however he managed it, there's now a wet hoofprint sinking into the paper.]

Does that work? Did that get through to your page?

Dictated

[eaglet]

[Maybe Connor is physically recoiling from this journal now!! Gross...]

Yes... strange...

Dictated

[preformthisneigh]

[At least it's proof he's not lying. Or maybe it's just proof he's a crazy man who's kidnapped a tiny horse.]

See, totally a talking pony.

Dictated

[eaglet]

[Yeah, he's sort of leaning toward the latter right now.]

What is your name?

Dictated

[preformthisneigh]

Name's Cheese Sandwich, nice to meetcha.