Magnolia May sat on a worn old stump overlooking all of Sweet Apple Acres, her brow furrowed in thought. Vaguely, she felt the weight of the instrument in her lap.Gingerly, she hefted the banjo up properly, her hooves scraping against the faded wood. She gently brushed one of the strings-and a faint, softsounded.She began to sweat.With a trembling hoof, she began to reach down to the strings.The old thing felt so familiar in her arms. So warm and inviting. Like a friend she'd left behind. She drew a shaky breath.Magnolia brought her hoof down and struck a string. A single, clear, perfect note sang out. Effortlessly, she played a piece of, and the melody was crisp and flawless, bathing the hills of Sweet Apple Acres with the sharp twangs of rustic bluegrass."...For fuck's sake." Magnolia said softly.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~colored a doodle from my lunch break yesterdayfrom Magnolia's bio:As the daughter of Rarity and Applejack, Magnolia's sophisticated classy side is at war with her country hick side all the time, but she just can't shake them crazy good banjo playin' skillscolored a doodle from my lunch break yesterday