Despite the, ahem, trolling/hammy nature of his mothers, Dusk is a kind and gentle soul. For that, he is held in high regards by many mares, and in jelaousy in his cousin Blueblood. Naturally it won’t stop him trying to be earnest friends with “cousin Bluey”.
He often runs around in Trixie’s wagon, offering advice and writing poetry.
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You might as well stop me now, ’cause the ships will never stop. Ever.