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(So...my art tablet decided to commit vegetable and will only half work. Which means I cannot draw much except base edits at the moment. And this one took so long I cannot bring myself to make another entry >.< Aaand I also cannot make a ref for her because of this. Hnnng)

SilverMoon (SM) has returned from the throne room to sharpen his travel daggers, file some papers, and make a quick lunch. Based on the clock he had time for at least half of those activities before he was scheduled to interview someone for the advisor position. With an absentminded hum he hangs his mandatory crown on a nearby hook before turning to the table. His brows furrow when he realizes that he's not alone here.

"How did you get in." This is more of a demand than a question.

"Greetings Prince SilverMoon. I have arrived for the interview, as promised." The female creature regards him with rapt interest. SM studies her and does his best to identify what she could possibly be; she has mismatched fangs like a warthog, sleek fur and mane of a pony, burning eyes like some type of banshee, and a massive pink bare area on her left cheek/eye. She notices him staring and smiles good-naturally. "I wasn't burned or anything. That's just a birthmark I've always had. Ugly, isn't it?"

SM quickly averts his gaze from the obvious deformity. "I have no opinion on how it looks. That'd be rude. But I can admit that I was not expecting you so soon."

"My apologies sire; I must've arrived early. You see, I always set my clocks a bit ahead so I never run tardy. I should've looked to a real one before leaving..." The mare frowns a little at her own ignorance. He's a prince! She has no right to barge in like this.

SilverMoon sighs a little. "I must ask you to wait in the throne room while I tidy up. Only then you will be called back."

She dips her head respectfully and quietly slips through the door. SM doesn't mean to be a creep, but her tail grabs his attention. It's long and dragon-like, but the end looks like it holds thin wisps of living fire! He shakes his head to clear his thoughts and approaches the table to start his few tasks.

Were his daggers always piled up neatly like this? The maid must have set them just so. With a shrug he unsheathes one and taps it against his leg in a distracted manner while he searches for the sharpener. This is something he's always done, and the dagger had always been too dull to do any damage. Except...this time the blade was not at all worn out. SilverMoon stares at the beads of blood oozing down his arm and mutters a not-so-princely word. "I could've sworn that these were not done yet!"

Angry now he stomps over to where his papers usually lay. Again, they were placed in neat orderly piles instead of his general paper mass. He flips through them in disbelief. The papers were perfectly filled out! And sorted by which ones he still hadn't signed! This is all so perplexing! Mind spinning he staggers over to the table's end. And gawks at the perfectly built sandwich. He had left the ingredients there so he could fix it up later, but someone beat him to it! Silently he stuffs his face and ponders over who could possibly accomplish all of this. Not the maid; she might stack things, but he doubts that she'd take the time to sort or sharpen it. The cook would just deal with the sandwich. That left only one creature...the only creature who had been left unattended in this exact room for a period of time.

At his beckon, she calmly strides back inside. After taking a seat she sits there quietly and waits for the questions to start.

"Did you touch the daggers?" SM's first inquiry surprises her a little. Her face goes blank for a second.

"Yes I did sire. The whetstone was right next to them so I assumed you'd want them sharpened for your next trip." The creature looks at him with a slightly sheepish expression.

"And the papers. You meddled with them too I suppose?" His words are coming out a little harsher than intended.

Her response is completely unfazed. "Indeed I did. Filing paperwork is one of my favorite activities so I couldn't resist. You do need to finish signing a few of them."

SilverMoon deflates in defeat. "You made the sandwich too?"

"Erm, yes. I like to get things done..." She taps the table for a moment. "Was it any good?"

"It was fine." SM rubs his forehead and takes a seat across from her. Okay time for the actual interview. "As you already know, I am Prince SilverMoon. May I ask what yours is?"

"Of course sire. I'm Tammy." Tammy smiles at him with her interlacing fangs. Oddly enough her grin isn't at all scary, it has a certain measure of charm to it. She shakes his outstretched hoof and he's pleased to receive a firm one.

"Wonderful. First thing's first; what specie are you and do you have any useful powers?" SM would like to know all of the above.

"I am one-third gem-pony, one-third earth pony, and one-third Umbrum." Tammy rattles off her pedigree relatively quickly. "I'm a three-way baby if that makes sense." She admits the last bit with mild embarrassment.

"No shame in that. Continue please." SM encourages her. Gem pony? Umbrum?! He's never seen either of those creatures on his journeys! No wonder why she looks a little odd!

"Powers. Right." Tammy gets back to business. "Having an above-average height earth pony father gives me a certain measure of physical strength. I can swing across a vine no problem. Carrying books, papers, artifacts, and maybe even you would be no problem whatsoever. My Umbrum genetics allow me to read loud thoughts. Loud thoughts only; I cannot dig through memories or read your mind at all. Hmm...I graduated top of my class at school if that counts, and my harmless yet fiery tail lets me have a built-in torch/flashlight." She goes quiet to watch his reaction.

He gives none. "Interesting. What can you bring to my court?"

"I have exceptional skills when it comes to easing tensions. Really I'd like to be a diplomat someday and do stuff like that on a larger scale...but for now calming you or a subject down while you're discussing matters would be fine. I'm meticulously organized, punctual as you may have noticed, and almost always professional in all situations. I'll have no problem keeping you in line if need be, reminding you of events, or taking over small tasks. Since I'm in shape following you around all day would be a breeze!"

"Mhmm. Any weaknesses?" SilverMoon blinks placidly.

Tammy shivers. "I'm no good when it comes to ballroom dancing. Large parties and interacting with multiple ponies at once is not something I care to do. I guess I wouldn't like playing host to a big shebang...I also get caught up in the library too often as well. Oh and gummy candy. That is a definite personal weakness." Her yellow eyes glint at him in an amused manner.

"Good to know. What about out of the castle? I do travel a lot, and you won't be babysitting the kingdom every time." SilverMoon is honestly most curious about this aspect. How would she deal with adventure?

Her face lights up. "Oh would you really bring your advisor along on your trips? How wonderful! I do so love to travel-" She composes herself. "I am a pretty decent cook if you couldn't tell from the sandwich. Since my mother is the White Knight I have a very good grasp on swordplay and other weaponry. Hoof-to-hoof combat is also something I'm capable of if needed. But mostly I like doing the basic things like reading maps, using a compass, setting up camp, starting fires, and doing basic first aid. As mentioned before, carrying large loads of gear would be no issue." New places would be lovely! Her family was generally too large to go on cool vacations.

"Sounds legit. Those are all the questions I have for you today Tammy, thank you for coming in." SilverMoon gets up to indicate that the interview was over.

Tammy also rises. "No, thank you sire for the opportunity to work with you." She moves over to shake his hoof again.

"My pleasure. The guards will escort you out. You will hear my decision in a week or so." SM nods in dismissal. Tammy bows politely and silently exits. Just as quietly as she had entered. She had failed to mention stealth in her list!

SilverMoon sits back down with a heavy sigh. His choice isn't completely clear, but one thing's for sure. This candidate definitely stood out!

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Entry for FoeGottenNinja 's contest MLP Advisory contest!

SilverMoon and contest belongs to Ninja

Tammy belongs to me and was designed by @/mariebite787

Base was made by DoraAir MLP base (72)

Description

(So...my art tablet decided to commit vegetable and will only half work. Which means I cannot draw much except base edits at the moment. And this one took so long I cannot bring myself to make another entry >.< Aaand I also cannot make a ref for her because of this. Hnnng)

SilverMoon (SM) has returned from the throne room to sharpen his travel daggers, file some papers, and make a quick lunch. Based on the clock he had time for at least half of those activities before he was scheduled to interview someone for the advisor position. With an absentminded hum he hangs his mandatory crown on a nearby hook before turning to the table. His brows furrow when he realizes that he's not alone here.

"How did you get in." This is more of a demand than a question.

"Greetings Prince SilverMoon. I have arrived for the interview, as promised." The female creature regards him with rapt interest. SM studies her and does his best to identify what she could possibly be; she has mismatched fangs like a warthog, sleek fur and mane of a pony, burning eyes like some type of banshee, and a massive pink bare area on her left cheek/eye. She notices him staring and smiles good-naturally. "I wasn't burned or anything. That's just a birthmark I've always had. Ugly, isn't it?"

SM quickly averts his gaze from the obvious deformity. "I have no opinion on how it looks. That'd be rude. But I can admit that I was not expecting you so soon."

"My apologies sire; I must've arrived early. You see, I always set my clocks a bit ahead so I never run tardy. I should've looked to a real one before leaving..." The mare frowns a little at her own ignorance. He's a prince! She has no right to barge in like this.

SilverMoon sighs a little. "I must ask you to wait in the throne room while I tidy up. Only then you will be called back."

She dips her head respectfully and quietly slips through the door. SM doesn't mean to be a creep, but her tail grabs his attention. It's long and dragon-like, but the end looks like it holds thin wisps of living fire! He shakes his head to clear his thoughts and approaches the table to start his few tasks.

Were his daggers always piled up neatly like this? The maid must have set them just so. With a shrug he unsheathes one and taps it against his leg in a distracted manner while he searches for the sharpener. This is something he's always done, and the dagger had always been too dull to do any damage. Except...this time the blade was not at all worn out. SilverMoon stares at the beads of blood oozing down his arm and mutters a not-so-princely word. "I could've sworn that these were not done yet!"

Angry now he stomps over to where his papers usually lay. Again, they were placed in neat orderly piles instead of his general paper mass. He flips through them in disbelief. The papers were perfectly filled out! And sorted by which ones he still hadn't signed! This is all so perplexing! Mind spinning he staggers over to the table's end. And gawks at the perfectly built sandwich. He had left the ingredients there so he could fix it up later, but someone beat him to it! Silently he stuffs his face and ponders over who could possibly accomplish all of this. Not the maid; she might stack things, but he doubts that she'd take the time to sort or sharpen it. The cook would just deal with the sandwich. That left only one creature...the only creature who had been left unattended in this exact room for a period of time.

At his beckon, she calmly strides back inside. After taking a seat she sits there quietly and waits for the questions to start.

"Did you touch the daggers?" SM's first inquiry surprises her a little. Her face goes blank for a second.

"Yes I did sire. The whetstone was right next to them so I assumed you'd want them sharpened for your next trip." The creature looks at him with a slightly sheepish expression.

"And the papers. You meddled with them too I suppose?" His words are coming out a little harsher than intended.

Her response is completely unfazed. "Indeed I did. Filing paperwork is one of my favorite activities so I couldn't resist. You do need to finish signing a few of them."

SilverMoon deflates in defeat. "You made the sandwich too?"

"Erm, yes. I like to get things done..." She taps the table for a moment. "Was it any good?"

"It was fine." SM rubs his forehead and takes a seat across from her. Okay time for the actual interview. "As you already know, I am Prince SilverMoon. May I ask what yours is?"

"Of course sire. I'm Tammy." Tammy smiles at him with her interlacing fangs. Oddly enough her grin isn't at all scary, it has a certain measure of charm to it. She shakes his outstretched hoof and he's pleased to receive a firm one.

"Wonderful. First thing's first; what specie are you and do you have any useful powers?" SM would like to know all of the above.

"I am one-third gem-pony, one-third earth pony, and one-third Umbrum." Tammy rattles off her pedigree relatively quickly. "I'm a three-way baby if that makes sense." She admits the last bit with mild embarrassment.

"No shame in that. Continue please." SM encourages her. Gem pony? Umbrum?! He's never seen either of those creatures on his journeys! No wonder why she looks a little odd!

"Powers. Right." Tammy gets back to business. "Having an above-average height earth pony father gives me a certain measure of physical strength. I can swing across a vine no problem. Carrying books, papers, artifacts, and maybe even you would be no problem whatsoever. My Umbrum genetics allow me to read loud thoughts. Loud thoughts only; I cannot dig through memories or read your mind at all. Hmm...I graduated top of my class at school if that counts, and my harmless yet fiery tail lets me have a built-in torch/flashlight." She goes quiet to watch his reaction.

He gives none. "Interesting. What can you bring to my court?"

"I have exceptional skills when it comes to easing tensions. Really I'd like to be a diplomat someday and do stuff like that on a larger scale...but for now calming you or a subject down while you're discussing matters would be fine. I'm meticulously organized, punctual as you may have noticed, and almost always professional in all situations. I'll have no problem keeping you in line if need be, reminding you of events, or taking over small tasks. Since I'm in shape following you around all day would be a breeze!"

"Mhmm. Any weaknesses?" SilverMoon blinks placidly.

Tammy shivers. "I'm no good when it comes to ballroom dancing. Large parties and interacting with multiple ponies at once is not something I care to do. I guess I wouldn't like playing host to a big shebang...I also get caught up in the library too often as well. Oh and gummy candy. That is a definite personal weakness." Her yellow eyes glint at him in an amused manner.

"Good to know. What about out of the castle? I do travel a lot, and you won't be babysitting the kingdom every time." SilverMoon is honestly most curious about this aspect. How would she deal with adventure?

Her face lights up. "Oh would you really bring your advisor along on your trips? How wonderful! I do so love to travel-" She composes herself. "I am a pretty decent cook if you couldn't tell from the sandwich. Since my mother is the White Knight I have a very good grasp on swordplay and other weaponry. Hoof-to-hoof combat is also something I'm capable of if needed. But mostly I like doing the basic things like reading maps, using a compass, setting up camp, starting fires, and doing basic first aid. As mentioned before, carrying large loads of gear would be no issue." New places would be lovely! Her family was generally too large to go on cool vacations.

"Sounds legit. Those are all the questions I have for you today Tammy, thank you for coming in." SilverMoon gets up to indicate that the interview was over.

Tammy also rises. "No, thank you sire for the opportunity to work with you." She moves over to shake his hoof again.

"My pleasure. The guards will escort you out. You will hear my decision in a week or so." SM nods in dismissal. Tammy bows politely and silently exits. Just as quietly as she had entered. She had failed to mention stealth in her list!

SilverMoon sits back down with a heavy sigh. His choice isn't completely clear, but one thing's for sure. This candidate definitely stood out!

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Entry for FoeGottenNinja 's contest MLP Advisory contest!

SilverMoon and contest belongs to Ninja

Tammy belongs to me and was designed by @/mariebite787

Base was made by DoraAir MLP base (72)