...My horn itches.

Why does my horn itch? What did you guys do?

*Mag sliiiides out of the home she shares with Baseline Brass, looking more than dazed and confused.* ....What century is it?

*A match made in heaven.~*

*Strapped to a rocket in the middle of Ponyville park, a crazed glint in her eye, Magnet reaches for a small box of matches just to her left.. ...just out of reach.* Gosh.. DANG IT!

Just.. come on.. a little-unf-farther.. Hnnnnnng.. *She strains audibly, reaching out for the matches with all her might. This would be a great time to invent an extendable arm or similar.*

..Does.. Does this mean I’m stuck here? For/ever/?! Orrr at least until some creature looks this way and their natural curiosity takes hold! *affirmative nod!*

*Show off!*

...It would probably just be easier to remake those wings. *She snorts, having been left in the park all night.*

*Wonders when @mlp_North is going to come round for his horn fitting.*

*Somewhere in Ponyville..*

*Out of the fiery pit emerges an even fiery..er redhead, coat singed but mane mysteriously intact.* That.. could have been a LOT worse!

*COUGH!* Anyone got a moist towelette or something?

Seriously, I look like.. I don’t even know? A sooty doom monster?