Page 944 - Born With It

Hooray, I (theoretically) survived record-breaking temperatures!

What’s that? Now it’s going to get really humid for this region? Come on!!

DM: The Prince strolls into a relatively quiet part of the garden, pretending not to notice you following him.
Rarity: “Pretending”…?
DM: Ah, I spoke just a moment too soon. As you approach, there is a gust of wind that gets his golden mane billowing. He looks over his shoulder at you. A rose is clutched between his teeth. His arctic blue eyes–
Rainbow Dash: I’m out.
Applejack: Same.
DM: I wasn’t going to go any farther than that!
Twilight Sparkle: Um, more importantly… he seems to be expecting you? Like, you specifically?
Rarity: If my quarry has set his sights on me, that will only make my job easier.
Twilight Sparkle: But what if he’s thinking that exact thing about you?
Pinkie Pie: So far, he’s practically the pony version of Fabio. How bad can he be?