#meadow spring

Please do not be alarmed. You’re not crazy, well, maybe you are, but not because of this. No. Don’t worry about Captain Oddball, he’ll be alright, he’s simply overwhelmed right now.

You though. You have had questions, I have answers. Allow me to introduce myself, I am Clarion, I wish I could say that I am the navigator, but I am more the watcher. Nopony knows I’m here, it’s not either of our faults, I simply can’t converse with them.

I’m the ghost in the machine I guess you could say, but that is unimportant. What is important is that you have been wondering where the Prosperity is headed to. This I can answer.

We’re certainly not in Equestria anymore, not even on the same continent at that. I’m sure of course we’ll be heading back there eventually, I’ve gathered over the years that Oddball for all his running from home likes to return and look at the woods from afar every so often. Let alone Longflank’s homesickness at times.

However for now.. Prosperity is in route to Crystal Canyon just beyond the spine of mountains I’m following south. For what reason, I do not know. However I will assume it has to do with something Captain Oddball has brought on board me.

However the mistake we often make is the belief that we must face these beasts alone. Like warriors of old we would choose to make ourselves clad in armor of our own creation, to shield us from the growing dark that dwelt just beyond the corner of our vision, the doubts plagued the mind. Our armor took many forms, lies we told ourselves, beliefs in our purpose, dreams of a better tomorrow wrapped in tribulation and bound in hope, of these and more we forge our armor of the mind.

And yet so many of stopped there, never learning the same lessons those early warriors came to realize. We needn’t face our foe alone, a hero clad in armor and confident of his purpose is formidable, but when he stands with others of his kind... Giants fall.

You needn’t fight alone, nor fear the darkness in your heart, it only reminds you where light could be. The road will not always be easy, far from it, for some there will be more hardship than prosperity, but that is all the more reason to learn that lesson.

Stand together and giants will fall.

Stress is a constant in the world, especially on this ship. An endless torrent of questions, bills, and problems trickle down through the ceiling above it seems. This one simply can’t catch a break, and it can be just so overwhelming.

Still though, at least there’s always someone out there to help share the load. Even if most of them are loons, and cause just as many problems as they help fix. Longflank getting stuck in the engine hes working on, Meadow Springs’ creepy vines that seem to reach out of his pouches and satchel, Stitchy falling apart at random, Data Spike trying to convince you your nervous system could use an upgraded set of lungs, Smouldering Sigil and Meteor Shot bickering between each other... Just close your eyes, this you could use a rest.

Yes this one’s crew was worse, he thought to himself whilst making his way through the ships’ hold towards the #2 Med-Bay- ... He always felt watched down here. Errr where was he? OH! Well, technically it was an old storeroom that happened to have a first aid kit on the wall, but this ‘doctor’ was dramatically safer than the one who occupied Med-Bay #1. Less chance of invasive surgery, for things like going in with a splinter and coming out with a set of mechanical lungs or the sort.

His entire crew was loonies. Where else, he thought to himself as he leaned in the door to the Med-Bay which day by day seemed to more resemble some primeval forest compacted into a tiny room than it did a place to bring the injured, would you find a druid who had burned his forest down.

Crewman Notes:

Meadow Spring

Race: Kelpie

Height: SHORT

Disposition: Absent-minded, dangerously helpful.

Class: Druid