[Blossom nods, slowly lumbering down the path. Eventually they reach a large bush. The venusaur nudges it carefully, pushing some if its branches aside to peer through it.
Not far past where they stand, Applejack is slumped down, leaning against a tree. Her hands are cupped in her lap, and her eyes are closed. Whatever she was doing, it was strenuous enough to put her to sleep.]
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Not far past where they stand, Applejack is slumped down, leaning against a tree. Her hands are cupped in her lap, and her eyes are closed. Whatever she was doing, it was strenuous enough to put her to sleep.]