Cheerielee's School for Peculiar Girls

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”That, was odd!” I exclaim.

“Indeed! and I thought I was odd, but being peculiar seems to be the expected norm here!” she responds.

Rarity is the stylist, and Diane a teacher; they are both Ponies, but how does this make us normal?” I inquire.

“Not just ponies; Rarity is a Unicorn, even if Diane may be an Anomaly?” she points out.

“Oh, yeah; that is, why she has a horn in her forehead!” I respond.

“Diane, however; does have neither horn, nor wings! What is up with her mane, though? She pulled an enormous Tome out of it and holds it in a firm grip, supported with only her mane!” she then theorize.

“A pony’s mane, is like our hair; it can hold nothing and has no support whatsoever!” I point out.

“Exactly!” she responds, giggling at the impossibility.

“How long does it take, to learn folding a simple origami?” I inquire.

“While she sported a book, as supposed support; yet, she folded every Origami designed by man, so fast I could barely see her hooves! The origami was perfect!” she points out.

“On that note, while we are at it; if she is a Pony, how could she even maintain a bipedal stance?”I inquire.

“While horse could learn to stand up, but it takes practice and painstaking exercises for years!” she responds.

“One entire hour, and just to make a point?” I suggest.

“Being peculiar, is the norm! We are here, because we are peculiar?” she mumbles.

“If Rarity and Diane are here for a reason, is being peculiar related to these Ponies in any shape or form?” I propose.

“Sounds reasonable, enough to me! Rarity uses her magic to help us dress up; while Diane use her peculiar brand of capabilities in order, to enlighten us through laughter! She seems to be taking a special pride, in making us laugh!” she responds.

“The pink mare, Diane; drove us together as a group! She also unifies us, as sisters; despite the fact, that I was the only child where I came from!” I point out.

“Is being the only child, part of being peculiar? I was alone back at home, where I came from; I had no siblings, brother or sister either! Now I have a sister, in you!” she offers, in response.

Of course, this is exactly when the two Satyrisk Origamis make themselves known; as they step out in the light, from the shadow they had been hiding behind. They had entered the room, just as we stepped in; before the door had closed, after we had entered the room.

Where does one hide, in a room with no decoration obscuring the sight? In plain sight; where you can’t see it, because it is too obvious. Of course, these are Pinkie Pie’s creations; even if she goes by the name Diane, here.

While the true, original Satyr is part Goat; these two are part Equestrian pony in the place of the Goat parts. Diane had obviously modified these for her very own and special purposes, making the point stand out to us. There is always the chance; Twilight Sparkle or Starlight Glimmer had changed them for her, with the same purpose in mind. In the end, it demonstrates a sisterly bond to us, just as it is depicting our particular brand of being peculiar.

“There is a reason, for these origami to have been modified! Are the Satyrs even part of the Japanese school of origami?” I ponder.

Of course; this brand of Satyr is distinctly split in the middle. Below the waist or belt, she is completely equine, in a bipedal stance. Above, she is completely human, aside from the equine ears, muzzle and horn. Neither of these has wings; they clearly represent the Unicorn variety of the Equestrian Equines known as Ponies. Neither the Zebra, nor the Donkey has either wings or horn. Which means the hybrids would also lack these capabilities that goes with the traits physically represented.

“Greetings, Sisters!” the two Satyrs speak in unison, as if they had been taught speech in chorus above speech as individuals.

Then again, they both greet the two of us together, as one.

“The Origamis spoke?” we ponder, as the fact hit home.

“Hello, but what do we call you?” I inquire.

“Origami!” the first respond; Or, Satyr!” continues the other; “Either is fine, by us!” they end the statement.

“Oh, thank you!” we respond, in chorus.

“It pleases us, no end; to see you sisters, getting along so well!” they proclaim.

It is a bit strange, to hear them speak as one; thought they clearly are two separate individuals. Chorus is fine; when you sing together in a choir of for an orchestra. This, is not quite either. We are conversing between four separate individuals. Even if we are peculiar.

“You have an exciting journey, of exploration before you, exploring who you are, and what it means to you to be peculiar!” the Satyrs points out.

“That certainly is exciting!” we respond.

“Then, you have experienced the first taste; of what it is to be peculiar?” they inquire.

“I do believe so!” we respond.

“You do have gifts, regular people do not have; even if this may, or may not come at a price!” they point out.

“A price?” we inquire.

“For starters, you can never quite fit in among regular, normal people; as one of them! We can only hope, the cost is worth what you get in return!” they respond.

Every time I look at the Satyrs; I find myself look down and stare at their hooves. When I see them, I feel wet, and even find myself drooling.

Even if they are technically built up, by folded arches of pristine paper; as Origami, they are people, to me. As people, I can connect to them, like them and even be excited by them and their mere presence in the room. Is it just odd, or outright peculiar?

I consider the situation, in which I had just found myself; knowing my sister is thinking the same thing, as she is pondering her situation. Peculiar situation, indeed.

Just as fast as the two Satyri Origamis had stepped into the light; they step out and are nowhere to be seen. I am left alone, with only my sister as my company. I am still left wet.