777 Challenge

This is yet another meme for scribes, and at first I wondered how I was going to deal with it, since none of this material has been formally paginated. The rules:

Post 7 sentences of your work, start on page 7, count 7 lines down.

So I compromised. I went to Chapter 7 of The Life That Late He Led, counted off seven lines from the top, decided not to count minor dialogue directions, and this came up:

“The pegasi fly in,” Brush pointed out. “If there’s any storage space at all, it’s probably on top of the mountain.”

Twilight stared at him. “You think the entire staff is pegasus? Because if they have any unicorns or earth ponies working here, they’re going to have a difficult time getting up that mountain.”

Brush nodded. “Or maybe they live on the premises.”

“I hadn’t thought of that,” said Twilight, spreading her wings. “Maybe I’ll just take a look up there.”

“You do that. I’ll sit here and do whatever it is I do when I’m not doing anything.”

She smiled at him, and took off at an angle so close to vertical he could have sworn she was going straight up.

“Whatever it is I do when I’m not doing anything” is, of course, my personal modus inoperandi.

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