Author's Notes:

Okay, here it is... the moment you've all been waiting for, kind of. Anyways, new upload rule for myself. See, I've ran into a chapter where I went back and added more, and more. Soon, it became it's own chapter and even that was over 10K, and now I'm tired. So here's what I'm going to do, from now on, and until the chapter count get down to two chapters ahead, I'll be updating every two days. The only time I'm not, is when I find something to add, and the same thing that's happened now happens again. Hey, I do it all for you guys.

Well thanks for continuing to read.

-Till next time.

High Moon Ch. 15:

Bonds

Deep in Everfree the storm still raged on outside of Quill’s and Frost’s temporary cave, though it has died down a little to the point where lightning was few and far in between--much to Frost’s relief--but rain still poured down in a never ending fall. However, neither one could care much about the dying storm as they were wrapped closely together in Quill’s blanket, and sat on the much more comfortable hay-stuffed bed.

Frost, again sitting in Quills lap, laid her head on Quill’s shoulder while her wings were wrapped around her for warmth that the blanket dreamed of. If blankets could dream, that is. Shortly after waking up, the two took time to ‘get to know’ each other better, but now they were taking a break from the enjoyable lovemaking to have an equally enjoyable talk about anything they could think of.

“So you’re like a changeling/dragon halfbreed?” Frost shrugged her shoulders slightly after telling Quill about the breed of changeling she was, which was a special mix of queen blood and the right kind of dragon. Named Scorpio for her scorpion shaped tail and ability to produce different types of toxins than other changelings.

Frost looked up to her younger lover’s eyes and nodded. “Basically, but I’m a second generation. My father is a bit more dragon than I am.” Frost had to suppress a shiver at the thought of her father’s fury and savage might. While he was a halfbreed like her, Frost was a second generation which meant that she only had a faction of dragon blood in her, but that’s all that she would prove to need. “So what about you? You said that your adoptive father was a diamond dog?”

“Yeah, he’s really cool too. Wolf and Blaze both have been showing me things that I never thought I could do.” Quill smiled, learning so much under Wolf’s care, and knowing it could only get better from there. “Everyday, I wake ready to do something new, or try out some new spell Blaze is teaching me.” Frost looked into Quill’s shining purple eyes as both her horn and eyes lit up with an icy-blue aura.

Her words were true, Quill did in fact loved to learn something new from the two. It shown not only in her heart but all over. Her body-language, eyes, and bright smile was all signs that Quill wasn’t lying to Frost when she spoke. “So they actually teach you things and care for you?”

Quill stopped her daydreaming to look down towards Frost’s eyes. “Well of course, sure Wolf can be mean sometimes, but in the end, he really does care. Blaze is well...Blaze is nice no matter what,” She chuckled, not once seeing the mare truly upset about anything.

Frost’s eyes and horn lit up to only find the compassion behind Quill’s words. “Y-you think they’ll let me stay?” Quill cocked her head at Frost’s question and Frost took this as a silent inquire of what she meant. “I mean, I am a changeling, a halfbreed one at that, and-” Frost wasn’t allowed to finish her words before Quill started to break out into a short laugh. “What was it something I said?”

“Oh Frost,” Quill started, wrapping her arms and wings tighter around her body. Frost was pulled closer to Quill, to the point she could feel Quill’s hot breath running down her neck. “Wolf and Blaze doesn’t care what you are. Neither do I.” Frost started to blush from the love in Quill’s words but kept quiet. “Freakily, the only thing Wolf would cares about is whether or not you follow his rules.”

Frost raised an eyebrow towards this, the whole time Quill was talking about High Moon to her, not once has she spoken about rules. “By rules you mean…”

“Well he has like two big ones,” Quill started, thinking of the shortest, and best way to explain Wolf’s simple rules. “You see, I’ve told you about how Wolf owns this territory in Everfree called High Moon right?” Frost nodded her head but still keeping the eyebrow raised. “Well, he has to take care of that territory, and as well any that call it home.” This Frost can relate as a changeling princess, she too tried to insure the safety and wellbeing of every changeling in her hive, but her mother soon changed all that. “For him to do this, he needs a little help from everyone of us. I help out with keeping the predator population down also hunt food with him, my twin brother helps out with the reconstruction of the ruins in High Moon, Blaze makes potions and other stuff, and Lily just do anything she can to help.”

“You didn’t tell me you had a twin brother and who is this Lily,” Frost questioned, wanting to know more about the place she was thinking of calling home. Suddenly a sharp drop in Quill’s mood had her worried. “Quill is everything alright?”

A few moments passed before the words seemed to finally reach Quill. “Huh, y-yeah. I just kind of had an...’argument’ with him before I found you. In fact, if it wasn’t for that argument, I would have never found you in the first place.” Great, guess do I owe him one now. “But everything is cool, I just need a little time.”

Frost didn’t know if it was a good or bad thing that Quill wasn’t lying to her, but she’ll just have to take her word for it. “Okay, as for this Lily? From the way you speak of her, she sounds rather important.”

“Well yeah,” Quill started, nodding her head. “See while Wolf and Blaze are helping with my training, Lily and a zebra mare named Zecora is helping with his water-magic and potion making skills.”

Frost closed her eyes for a moment, thinking upon all that Quill had told her. If there isn’t a problem with her being a changeling then she had no other reason to doubt the thought. None besides… “Okay, so what’s his other rule?”

“Oh right, well the other one is simple really,” Quill started, rocking from side to side in a whimsical motion. “Anytime Wolf or Blaze need something, we just have to try, but really he’s not going to be mad if you say no.” Frost, who was enjoying the comforting rocking, thought about this. It was too good to pass up. The chance to stay by Quill’s side, a roof of some kind over her head, and all she had to do was contributed in anyway she could--reasonably--do.

With nowhere to go and with this bond she and Quill forged together, Frost didn’t have much of a choice, and anything else that came to mind was either straight suicidal or dumb. “You sure I could stay there?” Quill didn’t stop the rocking but did look up to her icy-blue eyes. “With you?”

“Of course...well, we might as well get everything noted down first.” It seemed that Frost eyebrow was going to stay up for the good part of the day. “Well, first off, you’re a changeling, and that means you can shape-shift right?”

“Wrong,” Frost quickly answered with a slight blush. “See, I may be a second generation, but my dragon heritage seemed to suppress most of my changeling heritage.” Quill let out a small snort of irritation, she wasn’t good with stuff like this, and usually let Spike deal with it. “However, I am able to shape-shift into the creatures I had feed upon. At least that’s what happened with my father.”

“Well let’s see.” Frost rolled her eyes at Quill’s straightforwardness, but still did as she was told, and lit her horn to change into a dragoness from. Frost’s horn started to glow a bright blue, so bright Quill had to cover her eyes. After the blue flame faded from Frost’s body, Quill opened her eyes again to find a blue dragoness sitting in her lap, and for a moment she had forgotten it was Frost.

Her icy-blue mane turned into long smooth head-spines with a sharp tip like hers. From her chin down, was a vibrant purple scales while the rest of her body was another dark--yet bright--blue. Two purple horns protruding out on the sides of her head, which bent backwards to follow her head-spines down a good portion.

Along with the change to her appearance, Frost’s body started to grow to what a dragoness her age would, and was now looking down to the dumbfounded look in Quill’s eyes. “Well? What you think,” Frost asked, never using her shape-shifting abilities before, and wasn’t sure what Quill thought. “This is my first time doing this and well...it doesn’t feel the way I expected it to.”

“W-wow you look incredible,” Quill started, struggling to support the added weight on her lover’s new body. “H-hey, c-can we switch places? You’re kind of heavy-” Frost reed her head back with a flat expression on her face. “No wait I didn’t mean-” Quill’s quick apology was stopped by Frost caning her neck down to seal her lover’s lips in a kiss.

During said kiss, Frost moved from Quill’s wings, and picked her up with her heightened strength. Before Quill knew what happened, she was sitting comfortably in Frost’s lap, and wrapped in two larger pair of blue wings. “Better,” Frost asked after getting the blanket to wrap around them and mimic Quill’s rocking.

“H-heh, yeah,” Quill answered with a bright blush on her purple cheeks. “Okay so you can shape-shift into a dragoness, you look so damn hot too, but what else?” Frost placed a finger to her chin while Quill got comfortable in her lap.

Come on Frost, your time with Quill depends on this. Let’s see, shape-shifting, neurotoxins, and...magic. “Well,” Frost started with a giggle, knowing she going to enjoy the look on Quill’s face. “Since you think I look so ‘damn hot,’ why don’t I cool us off.” Before Quill could question what Frost meant, she took in a deep breath and blue out a small stream of blue flame towards the cave wall in front of them.

Instead of setting fire to the wall, it started to freeze, and ice started to form on it. Frost ended the stream of ice-breath with a smug look on her face at the again dumbfounded look on Quill. However, she soon got the obvious joke, and smacked herself on the head for not realizing it. “Right...Frost, ice, dragon blood, and magic equals ice-magic.” Frost placed a kiss on Quill’s head, only making her want to smack herself again for her denseness. “Then it’s okay to assume that you can use water and wind magic too?”

“Yup.” Frost and Quill shared a quick laugh before she continued. “So I take it that you have fire-element?” Quill nodded her and raised her finger to light a small orb of fire on it. “Fire and ice, what a relationship? I hope fire don’t die out.”

Quill caught the seductive tone in Frost’s voice and knew what was to come. “Well, I hope ice can handle the heat.” The two moved in for a kiss while Frost started to push Quill down ready for more time of ‘getting to know each other.’

While the storm near Quill’s cave was coming to an end, the one in front of Dusk’s cave couldn’t compare to the silent storm inside of it. Dusk and his mares still didn’t move from their spot at the entrance, and from the silence behind them, neither did the others. Jinx had fallen asleep in Dusk’s wing some time ago while Dusk and sketchy thought of anything to somehow fix the situation before lines are crossed.

However, as Dusk had stated, it’s up to them to mend the broken trust between them, but they couldn’t do that until that started speaking with one another. Between Spike’s and Sweetie’s silence, Scootaloo’s stares towards the new couple, and Applebloom’s blank expression things wasn’t looking too good.

“Dusk we got to do something,” Sketchy whispered in Dusk’s ear after two hours of nonstop silence from the four. “They can’t keep doing this to themselves.” Dusk simply blew out a large puff of gray smoke to the furious storm that’s had him trapped in the unwanted spot. “I’m serious Dusk, you wouldn’t let this happen to anyone back in the republics, and I know you won’t let it happen now.”

Dusk looked down towards his left side where Sketchy held her eyes deadlocked on him. The shimmering fire in the pure black orbs told him that she wasn’t going to let him off the hook. So there wasn’t a point in fighting back, as much as he wanted to. “Fine,” Dusk sighed, unwrapping his mares from his wings, and waking Jinx up. “I’ll talk with Spike while you two get the crusaders speaking again.”

Sketchy nodded her head while Jinx was still trying to figure out why she was woken up. “Sure, just talk to him. Okay Dusk?” All Sketchy was given as a response was Dusk lifting up a thumb while he walked over to the crusaders and drake.

As Dusk slowly approached the four, it was easy to tell the difference in the mood of the cave, and where that line was drawn. However, if he wants Sketchy off his back, them to stop acting depressed over something like this, then Dusk would have to cross that line. Whether he wants to or not.

Once Dusk was standing in near the four, only Applebloom paid his presents any mind, but still didn’t speak. “Spike.” Words didn’t reach Spike’s ears as his mind was drifting off far away from the cave. “Alright, couldn’t say I didn’t try.” Dusk moved past Applebloom and walked in front of Spike and Sweetie Bell. Sweetie looked up to the halfbreed but Spike still failed to acknowledge his presents. “Last warning drake.” After a short moment of waiting for Spike to speak, Dusk sighed, and moved a bent back middle finger to his top head-spine. “Your fault.” Dusk let his finger, which he charged with lightning-magic, hit Spike’s head-spine, and caused a jolt of electricity to flow down his body.

“Huh, what I-”

Now having his full attention, Dusk reached out to Spike’s shoulder, and pulled him away from Sweetie Bell. Spike tried to fight against Dusk’s strong grip but everything proved to be useless against him. Dusk started to drag Spike deeper into the cave but stopped to say, “I’ll bring him back, just need to talk with him.” Soon the two were gone from sight, leaving Sweetie Bell confused along with Applebloom, and Scootaloo who was laughing to herself.

Dusk switched elemental magic and created a small purple and blue fireball to light the way while Spike wordlessly followed. They ventured deeper into the cave, so deep that Dusk was sure he was out of earshot of the ponies, and where the only source of light was from the purple flame floating above Dusk’s hand.

Once they reached a large area of the cave, where other tunnels seemed to have been drugged out, Dusk stopped walking, and turned to face Spike. “You’re happy right?” The question seemed to have some kind of reaction on Spike as he looked up to the shimmer in Dusk purple eyes. “Being with Sweetie Bell. She a very nice mare and any male your age would be thrilled to have a cutie like her.”

“It’s...it’s not what I thought it would be.” Dusk didn’t think much from the hollowness in Spike’s voice. “I mean,” Spike paused, looking for the right words to say as he raised his hands to make some kind of emphasis. “It great to have somepony that actually likes me back, but…” Spike’s hands clenched on themselves, he didn’t want to say it, but there was one thing that upset him.

Dusk, who had seen one of his brothers in the same situation, knew what was Spike going to say. “But, it shouldn’t be at the cost of their friendship, is that it Spike?” The drake dropped his head in defeat, knowing that Dusk was right, but wished that he wasn’t. “Look Spike,” Dusk started kneeling down to Spike. “Sometimes these things happen, sometimes we think that we can make it work, but we’re wrong.” Spike looked up from the ground into Dusk eyes, which were only spoke the honest truth. “There are time where our hearts are right and our brains are not. Then there are times where it’s the other way around. I think you know what you have to do.”

Spike didn’t respond but still nodded his head, not once have he ever thought he’ll have to do something like this, but he didn’t want the CMC’s to break apart over something so little. Dusk patted--rather hardly--on Spike’s right shoulder and stood back up. “Great then, let’s head back.” Spike followed Dusk out of the large area in the cave and back to the impromptu campsite. When they made it back into the dull gray light from the sun being covered by the storm, Dusk sighed when the sight in front of him looked worse than it was before.

Sketchy had placed a barrier over both Sweetie and Scootaloo while Jinx patted a crying Applebloom on the back. Spike was left dumbfounded at the sight, never seeing the CMC’s in such a state like this before. Dusk immediately looked over to Sketchy for answers but only got a sigh from her.

Spike was suddenly pushed forwards by Dusk, when he looked back for question, Dusk waved him over to the CMC’s, and started to walk back to the cave’s entrances to watch the storm again. After taking a shaky breath Spike walked over to the CMC’s, his mind dead set on what’s important. “Sketchy, you can let them go.” Sketchy was hesitant at first, after looking towards Dusk who was only puffing out gray clouds to the storm, she did as he asked.

As soon as the barrier dropped around both of them, the two friends charged at each other ready to tear out each other’s hair, but thankfully Spike was able to stop the both of them. “Spike, let me go,” Sweetie shouted with her horn glowing a bright green.

“Yeah,” Scootaloo shouted with her hands around Spike’s wrist to pry them off. “I got a filly’s butt to kick!” Sweetie stuck her tongue out at her, only serving to further enrage her. “Okay that it! You’re-”

“Would the both of you just stop!” Everyone, besides Dusk, flinched from Spike’s roaring voice mimicking the roaring sounds of the storm’s cries. Both Sweetie and Scootaloo stop trying to go for each other’s throats while Applebloom whip away the last of her tears. Spike took in a deep breath and blew out a small dark cloud of smoke, knowing this was going to be even harder than saying goodbye to Twilight and the others a two months ago.

Spike looked into the eyes of the former friends before speaking. “Would you two just stop,” he asked in a defeated voice as his hands dropped from their shoulders and to his sides. “Just stop it already. You two are supposed to be friends, best-friends that stick together no matter what, and never let something as petty as ‘liking’ me getting in the way.” Sweetie and Scootaloo caught each other’s eyes for a second, only to look away from in a huff.

Spike caught their childish behavior and sighed. “I said stop it! You two don’t need to be acting like this, you both are better than that.” Spike paused, waiting to hear one of them say something, anything. “Come on, Scoots, are you’re not really mad at Sweetie are you?” Scootaloo, slowly, shook her head still refusing to look at Spike. “Sweets, you definitely can’t be mad right?” Again slowly, Sweetie shook her head not once being truly angry with a pony she could call sister. “Then what’s the problem with you two?”

Sweetie took the opportunity to shout at Scootaloo and get a lot off her chest. “She lie on me!” Scootaloo’s fists clenched at her sides while her teeth clamped down on each other. “Spike I really do like you, I would never try and use you like that.”

“I know Sweetie,” Spike started, knowing that Sweetie wasn’t like Rarity, but still felt better to hear the words coming from her. “But don’t you think that this is a little sudden? So what if I’m nice, smart, or I never give up. Besides most, okay, all of that isn’t true. I’m sarcastically mean sometimes, I only smart because of Twilight, and--really--I do give up on a lot of things.” Sweetie turned her head away from Spike, realizing what he was trying to do. “Sweets, I know you think I’m a great guy, but I’m not. Don’t you think that we could just stay friends?”

Sweetie Bell refused to look Spike in the eyes, not wanting him to see her crying, but still manage to nod her head. “O-okay Spike,” she struggled to say as her shoulders slumped.

Spike, more like, everyone caught the sorrow in Sweetie’s normally angelic voice, but Spike pressed on still having to deal with Scootaloo. “Scoots, what you did was just...just mean really. Why on earth would you do something like that?”

“Because,” Scootaloo started in a voice so cold that it could freeze the rain outside. “Because Sweets wasn’t the only pony to like you!” Spike blushed, not once have he thought that Scootaloo had liked him. Really, he thought that Scootaloo was into fillies, and would had a crush on Quill if anyone. “And it’s not fair that she get’s a chance and I don’t. Remember that it was her sister to toy with both yours and Quill’s hearts for four years Spike?”

“That doesn’t change anything Scootaloo,” Spike started, disappointed that Scootaloo would act out in jealousy, but more upset with himself for not realizing the secret crush she had on him. “That was Rarity not Sweetie Bell, it wouldn’t be fair if I judge Sweetie’s action based on what Rarity did, but you don’t have to worry about that anymore.” Spike turned to walk away from the CMC’s and to his stuff sitting on the wall. He pulled out a large cloak that Lily gave him just in case it did rain and put it on. “You girls have something that more perish than love and that’s friendship.” All three CMC’s looked at each other, the adventures they had, the troubles that they found themselves in, and the laughs that they shared all will follow them for the rest of their lives. “Don’t let it go to waste.”

Spike started to back his way out of the cave but was stopped by Dusk grabbing onto his tail. Spike looked down to see Dusk hadn’t moved his eyes away from the light-grayness of the clouds or the bright flashes of lighting. “Sui sacrificium, Self-sacrifice, was it worth it?”

Spike looked back to the confused looks on the crusaders faces, they all were good friends, and they belonged that way. If it wasn’t meant to be with any of them, then that’s just the way it going to be. “No.” Spike was fine calling the CMC’s friends and nothing more, after years of fighting with Quill over Rarity, he learned if anyone get hurt over it, then it wasn’t worth it.

“Then find your own path to walk, never look back, and never forget where you came from.” Spike again was going to leave the cave but again was stopped by Dusk. “After, the storm past. I don’t like the looks of it.” Everyone cast a look to Dusk as he stood up from his spot and walked past Spike and into the heavy rain. “Tonitrus, she roars, yet she is quite. Fulgura, he is here, but wishes not to be.” The wary sound in Dusk’s voice started to get the others nervous of what he was talking about. “Something is wrong, there’s something out here in Everfree that the storm twins don’t like, but what.”

Spike followed Dusk’s gaze out to the forest he calls home, something had felt…different, but he could never put his finger on it. The feeling, it was hollow as hollow as an empty tree, however there was something there just stalking around the corner. An invisible eye forever watching him no matter here he goes.

He along with the others were pulled out of their thoughts by Dusk raising his hand to the gray clouds. Fulgura, Tonitrus, please tell me. Tell me what’s wrong. Electricity started to arch from Dusk’s hand and a bolt was fired into the clouds, which was returned much quicker. Fulgura’s lightning bolt traveled through Dusks arm in a dolce manner that had the other in awe while Dusk studied the arches of pure white lightning. “I see, then go, allow us safe passage home.”

Dusk again raised an open hand towards the gray skies and allowed the trapped build up lightning to leave his arm. He waited for Tonitrus’s call, each second after was counted until finally a roaring thunderous sound came from the clouds. Something is definitely wrong here, the twins, they never acted like this before. Dusk turned to the others and started to grab his stuff. “Come one everyone, it’s time to go. The storm twins will guide us out of Everfree.” Jinx and Sketchy pushed their questions aside for later, knowing Dusk had some connection to lightning, and knowing it was best not to question him if it meant they’ll be able to leave the storm.

Everyone started to follow out of the cave as the skies started to clear, allowing them to make their ways back to Ponyville.

As the storm clouds started to fade away, giving way to the setting sun, Quill and Frost happily slept in each other’s arms, their efforts with their lovemaking shown with cum staining their thighs, and peacefully floated in Luna’s sweet dream world while Nightmare kept all their worries at bay.

While Frost, who had reverted back into her changeling form, dreamt about the dragoness held in her arms, Quill’s dream was...odd to say the least. Pitch dark blackness floating all around, stretching all the way to the horizons on either side. A plan so flat one would dare to believe that it was being pressed down by some unforeseen weight. Ghostly white smoke flowing throughout the plan, blanketing everything in it’s misty shroud.

The only color in this blank realm was that of a small dragoness, floating about aimlessly, and her vibrant purple wings flapping in struggle against whatever force push her at it’s whim. Helpless the small and young dragoness was, unable to find her own way, and forced to simply drift with the wind.

She cried for help, no voice answered. She struggled for control, nothing changed. She pleaded for release, it did not come. Fear clawed through her spine like a massive centipede on a tree. Doubt swirled in her head greater than any wind of any storm. Rage boiled in her stomach brighter than any active volcano. Jealousy and greed filled her heart more than the waters of the great oceans connecting the lands.

Conformity found it’s way into her soul.

She couldn’t fight, help refused to come, and her body was tired. The young dragoness simply gave up, allowing the winds to drift her wherever it so pleased to do so. Abandon, lost, and alone; this was the dragoness. She had no one to count on and no will to fight any more.

Really? A voice echoed through the empty plan, sounding displeased with the dragoness’s weakness. Come on get up already. The small dragoness looked around for the source of the voice, quickly becoming discouraged when she couldn’t find it, and giving up her seamlessly pointless search. Quitting again? You know that’ll never change anything.

The small dragoness covered her ears and shut her eyes, trying anything to get the voice to go away, and leave her be with just floating. Seriously? Fine, guess you need a push. Suddenly the air around the dragoness started to grow colder, so cold that it forced her ball up for warmth.

Even her wings didn’t provide any protection from the numbing cold, the moisture from her breath started to form clouds in the air, and her body started to shake uncontrollably. “P-please...s-stop it,” The dragoness begged, only to be ignored as the temperature continue it’s descent. Why should I? Not like you’ll do anything about it.

“Please, y-you can’t do this.” Oh and just why not? You seem to be letting everything else be done for you. “B-but I-I…” You what? Too weak to do anything on your own? “Please...m-make it stop.” Don’t know how to stand on your own two feet? “S-stop it. Got no voice? “I-I said s-stop.” Nothing to call your own? “Stop...y-you can’t-” What can’t I do, tell me? “I said stop!”

The cold started to be pushed back by a burning aurora growing from the dragoness’s chest. It was small, no bigger than an apple, but rapidly started to grow into a spiraling inferno around the frightened dragon. “H-how do I m-make it stop?” Why do you want it to stop? It’s your flame, embrace it. Still fearing the growing purple flame, the dragoness closed her eyes, and started to focus on controlling the flame.

Slowing the massive orb of swirling fire started to condense down around the dragoness, becoming more focused, and hotter as it enclosed around her. Soon the once towering inferno was now again the size of an apple, but this time, it burn with a newfound sense of freedom, and will that mocked the bleakness of the world around.

See? The dragoness took in a slow breath, now able to breath real life into her own lungs. So much better to call you own shoots huh? Now, let’s do something to get you one the ground. Slowly, the dragoness started to float down to the pale gray surface. Once the dragoness was on her feet, the white smoke tried to consume the dragoness, but when it came close to the bright flame in her chest, it moved away as if it feared the flame in her chest. Okay, so are you going to do something about this place? It’s pretty dull.

After short thought, the dragoness closed her eyes to change the landscape of the plan around her. Gray bleakness gave way to a vibrant green forestation, trees of all kind shot up from the ground along with varieties of plants, bright green healthy grass, and nutrient rich dirt. Soon, animals started to walk out of the shrubs, birds flew from the tree tops, and fish swam in flowing streams. Once was dry gray ground was now rich with minerals of which life can spared a grow. Pale white smoke recced into the ground to give way to growing life on the forestry plan.

It was near paradise.

Not bad, not bad at all, but maybe you still need a little help. Again, the dragoness felt the temperature drop, but this time it didn’t harm her. Go on already, she waiting for you. Having no direction, no idea what or, who she should be looking for, the dragoness started to walk in down a path filled with an array of plants.

After pushing passed a large green leaf, the dragoness spotted a pure white snow cloud hanging above a lone filly with black fur and icy-blue eyes. Well, what are you waiting for? The dragoness started to walk towards the filly, the snowy ground giving way to her weight slightly, but soon coming to accept it as it’s own.

Shortly, the two were standing right in front of each other with cautious gazes to one another, but ended with the dragoness reaching out a hand towards the filly. Hesitantly, the filly took the dragoness's hand, and found only warmth coming from her. The two soon walk off the snowy hill and into the dragoness’s forest, forging a bond that couldn’t be brokered.

Off to the distance, Quill sat in the air with her legs crossed and her hands on her ankles as she watched the dragoness and filly played about the forest, learning more about each other, and living freely together.

“Now was that so hard?” Suddenly, the dragoness stop her playing to look straight towards Quill, and gave her a cheery wave before running to catch up with the filly. Quill chuckled at the younger dragoness as the new forest plane started to fade, giving way to only a pitch black. Quill ended her laughter with a sigh before cutting her eyes to the side. “So what’s the big idea messing with my dreams?”

The same pale white smoke from the once empty plane started to seep from the darkness and took from of a large elder dragoness, the only true color on her was her bright sliver eyes. Think of it as a test, I wanted to see if you really were believing in the path that you are walking young one. Quill started to laugh at her ancestor's honest words as she kicked off from her invisible seat and started to back plead around the smoky form. So what do you plan to do now? I highly doubt that you’ll be content with just this half-blood.

“You know me so well,” Quill joked, still aimlessly floating around without a single care in the world. The elder dragoness started to laugh along with Quill while she mindlessly flipped and whirl about. “Seriously, I don’t know. I still have so much to learn, so much to do around High Moon, but I guess I do need to make amends with Spike. Don’t I?”

Now you’re learning. Quill rolled her eyes but still listened to the elder’s words. If I was you, I’ll start with the only one I can call blood-family, then I’ll move on to correct my past mistakes.

“I was afraid you’d say that,” Quill sighed. Spike would be easy, if anything he had already forgiven her for punching him, and is most likely blaming himself anyways. It was the elements that Quill was worried about, however this time, it was going to happen on her terms. “Fine, knowing Spike, he already back in Ponyville trying to explain everything. I might as well make sure he doesn’t say anything too stupid.”

The elder dragoness started to laugh at Quill’s mean humor but still nodding her head in blessing. Then go, remind yourself where you once came from, and continue to look towards the future. Quill looked at the elder with a curious stare, before she could question, the elder blow out a strong wind at her, and drove her out of her dreams.

Quill’s eyes snapped open with her taking in a deep breath of the moist air in the cave. Her senses slowly returned as she found herself still encased in Frost’s wings. Quill turned her head towards her lover to find that she was still in peaceful sleep. Careful not to wake Frost, Quill slipped out of the caring wings, and quickly put on her clothes.

She looked outside to find that the storm had long since passed and her chance to end something she started two months ago came up. Quill turned around to find that Frost was starting to get up after feeling her younger lover wasn’t in her arms any more. “Sorry for waking you Frost,” Quill started with a kiss on the mare’s horn, getting her to giggle, and the affection returned with a heated kiss on the lips. “Come on get dressed, the storm is over.”

Frost looked passed Quill shoulder to find that the storm was indeed gone. “Yeah…the thing is,” She started with a blush on her face. “All of my ‘clothes’ were ruined because of that storm and well…” Quill sighed, catching onto what Frost was saying, and pulled off her book-bag.

Quill pulled out Wolf’s black cloak, that she should have put on when it was raining, but didn’t think about it until now. “Here,” She called out to Frost, tossing the large piece of clothing to Frost. “See if it fits.” Frost slip on the cloak over her body, and just as Quill guessed, it was just as large on her. Quill took a moment to think to herself while Frost found away to fit her wings through the holes that were cut out in the back. Judging by Frost's body, none of Blaze’s old clothes would fit her, and Lily didn’t have any clothes that would fit anyone but her. “We’re going to have to get some clothes made for you.” Frost, who found the hood on the cloak and had it over her head, look towards Quill with a wary look. “Think you can shape-shift into a dragoness my age?”

Frost put a finger to her chin in thought, the ability would make it far easier to walk freely in any town that Wolf would ask her to go in, but only just trying out the spell she wasn’t sure. “I could try, no promises.” Frost closed her eyes and focused on changing forms again, but this time roughly the same age as Quill. The task would just as well as the two had hoped, however, as a result, Frost’s icy-blue head-spines priced through the hood.

Frost blushed from her forgetting about the change in her dragon form and looked towards Quill with a sheepish grin. “Okay, now we need to get that fixed too.” Frost casted her head down, muttering words of apology. “Come on, we need to head to Ponyville, and stop Spike from doing anything dumb.” Quill and Frost walked out of the cave before spreading their wings to take flight towards a place Quill didn’t think she would visit for quite some time. However, in order to secure one’s future, one must amend their past mistakes.