“Wow, does it ever get dark around here fast!” I say as I look around. The stars can already be seen in the sky and the moon is already up, though it’s only a sliver of silver in the night sky.

Sugarberry laughs, “Yeah, that’s rural areas for you. No big cities nearby, so there is not a lot of light pollution.”

“Besides, you must really love this time of the day Velvet.” Cipher says as she pogo hops up beside me.

Blinking, I tilt my head, one ear twitches as I look at Cipher, “Umm…. Why?”

“Because it’s… Twilight! Duh.” Cipher shouts and quickly stops so she drops back out of hoof range.

Ballad just groans, “Cipher, you are not Pinky Pie, you don’t get to get away with jokes like that.”

“Hey, if I was allowed to stop for another coffee, jokes like that wouldn’t happen.” Cipher huffs.

“Well if it’s too dark you can always be our light, Twilight.” Ah-Pee giggles.

Looking back, I just smile at the girls. I just can’t help myself. I lift my head and I start singing as we trot down the lane towards our house, “Just before the dawn, when the light is still gone, shine, shine your way.” Lighting my horn, I let the hornshine fill the air.

Looking up, Ballad smiles brightly and joins in, “And you may not know, where to go… shine, shine your way.” Her voice fills the air, adding counterpoint to mine. Her magic fills the air as her horn starts to glow as well.

Cipher looks at Sugarberry with a smile and leans against her. The two unicorns giggle and harmonize, “The open road but it is still dark, Light your horn feeling the spark, and shine, shine your way.” They sing as their horns join the light.

Looking at each other, Candy and Cloudy lean against Feather from either side. All three of the foals call out cheerfully, “Feed the feeling in your heart, don't conceal it then you start, to shine, shine your way.” Crossing their horns, the twins are able to manage a faint glow at the horn tips.

Soon lights from unicorn horns from around the community fill the air, as the song goes on. The hornshine, the glow from all the horns, fill the entire community with a rainbow of magical energy and color. It’s aura helps lifting the hearts of everyone hearing it.

In the old farmstead, on the land that the community is being built on, Moon Shadow looks out the window of the barn. She can feel the energy in the air. Opening the window, she hears the music. Looking back at Mindy she lights her horn.

Mindy follows suit and looked down at the tan pony laying down in the hay, her white lightning bolt and stars cutie mark visible in the dark, “We’re here for you Dust. To shine, shine your way.”

*** Pacific Ocean ***

Checking his straps, the gunner gives them a quick tug before leaning back against them. Pulling back on the handle, he charges the .50 cal and adjusts his goggles, keeping a wary eye on the boat they are heading for.

The 45-foot coast guard boat bounces through the waves, they had picked up the fishing boat coming in out of Mexican waters about twenty minutes before on radar, and began their run after it. Small fishing boats are often used in attempts to smuggle drugs or weapons.

“Captain, have I told you recently how much I hate you.” Jenny says, hanging on to the rails with both hands.

“This is sea state two, this is nothing girl. Who ever heard of a Coast Guard Investigative Officer that doesn’t like the sea.” Captain Harris laughs.

“I joined to solve crimes at port, not at sea.” She says and looks out at the boat they are closing on. “Drug runners?”

“It’s American flagged, but coming from Mexican waters.” The Captain Harris says, “We can’t see the driver, which has us curious.”

“So what’s the plan?” Jenny says stretching out.

“Board it for inspection, of course.” The Captain chuckles.

Jenny leans forward a bit, squinting, “How close do you get before ordering it to stop?”

“Well let’s put it this way, well within firing range. If its drug traffickers, sometimes they try and fight. So if they start shooting, duck.” The Captain says, chuckling as he hits the challenge horn. “Wave Chaser III this is the United States Coast Guard! Cut your engines and prepare to be boarded.”

Covering her ears Jenny groans, “Warn me next time.”

“We’ve got movement.” The lookout calls from his terminal. The gyro stabilized camera is mounted high on the mast. It lets the lookout sit safely in the bridge and yet still see beyond the horizon. In this case though, the camera is high enough that it can see over the sides of the motor yacht. It can look down somewhat into the cabin and bridge.

“How many people do you see onboard?” The captain asks looking over.

“One that I can… They are cutting engines…” The lookout says.

From his console the radar operator looks up, “Yep, she’s slowing down.”

“GUN!” The call comes from the lookout station, which throws the crew into high alert.

Quickly the gunner trains his .50 on the cabin, ready to return fire. At the same time the helmsman turns the boat to narrow the target profile and give the gunner an easier time to shoot. Picking up his binoculars Captain Harris looks at the fishing boat.

“NO WAIT! Captain, that’s not a gun!” Jenny calls out in surprise as she looks at the monitor.

Blinking and confused, the lookout glances up at Jenny, “Well, it’s not a fishing rod.”

“Nope, it’s not. It’s a horn. A unicorn’s horn.” Looking over at the Captain, Jenny giggles, “Let them know we know they are Equestrian and to step out on deck, that is likely to defuse this.”

“A… oh…” Captain Harris grabs the microphone and cues it, “Wave Runner III, this is the U.S. Coast Guard. We are not hostile and know you are from Equestria. We still require you to cut your engines and step out on deck for boarding."

“Eww.” Jenny giggles, seeing the unicorn climb out of the cabin and dangle her forelegs and head over the side of the boat, “Looks like she lost her lunch.”

“How do you know it’s a she?” Captain Harris asks.

“Head shape for starts, mane style and colors are a giveaway though. Poor thing doesn’t have her sea legs.” Jenny continues, “I suggest gravol with the boarding party.”

“You’re not much better missy.” Captain Harris laughs as they pull up beside the motor yacht.

Two coast guardsmen hop from boat to boat, landing on the foredeck of the motor yacht. Quickly, one secures a line to the bow so it can be towed if needed. The second Guardsman makes his way back, putting a hand on the withers of the sick pony.

“Ugh, it wasn’t this choppy coming down. Why can’t they make these boats pony friendly?” Fleur says, whimpering.

“Is there anyone else on board?” The Guardsman asks.

Sitting down, Fleur keeps her forelegs hooked on the rail, “No.” She gulps, “It’s just me. I swear I think my coat’s turning green.”

Chuckling softly, the guardsman clicks his radio. “Only one unicorn onboard, and she’s not feeling well.”

“Special agent Fleur, CID.” Drooping her head over the edge of the boat she huffs, “Trying to replenish my calories and fluids, and I’m puking them all over the sea.”

“CID?” The guardsman blinks, looking at the sick mare.

“Army Criminal Investigation Command, my badge is in the cabin on the…” Falling on her side Fleur moans, “I feel like I ate a batch of Pinkies Strawberry Cinnamon Cilantro Cupcakes.”

“I’m not going to ask. Captain, she’s a government agent. The boat looks pretty clean except for a bucket by the helm.” The guardsman says into his mic.

“I’ll send Jenny over with you, she needs practice with ponies.” The captain says, smiling evilly.

“Oh right, how am I supposed to get across.” Jenny huffs.

“Like the other guardsman did, you jump. You need practice on this, especially if you’re expected to become an agent afloat.”

Grumbling softly, Jenny walks out of the cabin and grabs hold of the rail at the bow. It’s only a couple of feet separating the two. All she has to do is wait for the bow to rise with the next wave and jump, as the bow starts dropping she’d be able to catch the rails of the other boat and climb over. Easy.

Easy. She’d never actually done this; she’d seen it done. She just saw two guardsmen do it a few minutes ago. Taking a deep breath, she steps over the rail and jumps. It’s less than 3 feet of separation between the boats, so there shouldn’t be a problem.

As her feet hit the deck, they slide on the aluminum, unable to find solid grip on the foredeck. With a loud scream she tries to get a grip on the rails but it’s to late. She’s in the air. Taking a deep breath, she closes her eyes tight expecting to hit the water. She hears the captain shout out, she hears the guardsmen running along the deck.

She doesn’t, however, hear a splash. Nor does she actually feel any water. Though she does feel like she is floating. Slowly opening her eyes, she sees the pinkish aura around her, holding her and moving her over to the deck.

Looking to her side, Fleur’s horn is lit, matching the aura around her. The poor unicorn still looks so sea sick but isn’t letting her go and still has enough focus and concentration to bring her aboard.

With a weak smile, Fleur sits her down on the deck, “It’s okay Sea Swirl, I gotcha. Oh Celestia.” Leaning over the deck the poor pony throws up again.

***

“Look, she broke the law. She was smuggling drugs into the USA. Not ounces but pounds. Each load was probably worth quarter million dollars.”

Fleetfoot slams her hoof down on the ground. “She was forced to; they were holding her sister hostage.”

The DEA officer grumbles as he leans back in the chair, his office is fairly sparse, though likely this is just a meeting office rather than his personal space. “Her sister, yeah, any idea how she escaped?”

“Look, we turned over the drugs, we gave you the location of the drop offs. Descriptions of the drug dealers.” Fleetfoot snorts. “I’m a government agent as well. Can’t you just turn her over to us.”

Huffing, the DEA agent shakes his head, “You’re a colorful child’s toy. You’re not even human.”

Fleetfoot blinks in shock, “I was a human, and we’ve been given rights.”

“Yet you want special treatment for her?” The agent shakes his head.

“Yes, because she was forced to do this. She was taken prisoner, tortured, her sister held hostage.” Fleetfoot snorted with anger, her tail thrashing. Flaring her wings, “If she was human she’d be remanded to my custody.”

“She’s not, and you’re not. I’ll check with director though see if he is willing to make a deal, pegasi are the very definition of flight risk.” Turning, the officer walks out.

Pacing back and forth, Fleetfoot looks at her wings, even her feathers are puffed in frustration. “Ugh, I’m not made for this, why can’t another pony be here?”

A tap at the office door causes Fleetfoot to jump. Turning towards the door, she blinks, “Um, just us pony types in here.”

Opening the door an Air Force captain walks in, chuckling, “Well then, it looks like I have the right room.”

Fleetfoot quickly stands at attention, blinking. “Sorry sir.”

“Relax, I’m Captain Griffin with the Air Force JAG office.” He says, taking a seat.

Blinking Fleetfoot sits back on her haunches, trying to fight a giggle trying to rise. She clears her throat, “Captain Griffin?”

“Trust me, that’s my real last name, and no I never thought anything of it until ponies and griffins started showing up.” He chuckles. “And yes, I’m older than 25. So I’m not going to change into one.”

“Sorry sir, just, the irony of that name.” Fleetfoot finds herself smiling, “So what brings you here?”

“I got a call from one Golden Ginger, she asked me to stop by and offer my assistance as a legal council.” The captain says.

“Goldie? Oh I love you Goldie!” Fleetfoot says, pouncing the captain and hugging him.

Leaning back against the wall to brace against the weight, the captain laughs. “Woah there nelly.”

Blinking, Fleetfoot backs off quickly, again sitting on her haunches, curling her tail over her cutie mark. “Sorry, sorry, sorry.”

“Don’t worry, I know ponies tend to be more social than humans… or griffins.” Smiling, he shakes his head, “I’m going to meet with the director and DEA agents involved in this. I’m aware that she was forced to do this and has helped and complied with the investigation. Trust me, we’ll have her back with her sister in no time.”

“Yes sir, thank you, sir.” Fleetfoot says, nodding vigorously.

“Don’t thank me, thank Golden Ginger.” He says smiling as he turns and heads out.

*** Hill AFB, Utah ***

Hill Air Force Base isn’t a bad place. Single runway with hills on one side. It isn’t a hard airstrip to land on. It is home though to the 388th Air Maintenance Squadron. They handle the repair of F-16s, A-10s and various transport aircraft.

Transport aircraft, the Gulfstream 650 ER isn’t actually a transport aircraft, but it is listed as one. A luxury high speed transport, with the range to fly half way around the world on one tank. The Air Force has acquired several of them as VIP Transport. Two of them had been re-tasked to fly ponies around. It is easier than trying to book them on civilian airlines and their larger seating area allows for ponies to sit or lay properly and still be strapped in. They are affectionately named…

“Hill Air Force, this is Pony Air-Two. On ILS approach, any traffic I need to worry about?” Lieutenant Sanders says cheerfully. He has been flying almost non stop on ferry missions, and Pony Air Two needs its service check.

Nothing critical is wrong with the plane, its septic tanks need to be pumped out, its water tanks needed to be refilled. There is a burned out light in the cabin, and the engines are taking almost a full second longer than normal to reach full power. It would probably take twenty-four hours for them to overhaul everything. The first rest he’d really have in days.

“Roger that Pony Air Two, no traffic, you are clear for ILS approach and welcome to Hill Air Force Base.”

Keying in the landing sequence the LT hums cheerfully, there are no passengers on this flight. It’s strictly a maintenance flight. “All you have to do is take a cup of flour! Add it to the mix!”

The auto throttle activates, cutting engine power as the jet follows its glide slope. Small adjustments keep the plane lined up with the center of the runway.

“I told you, no singing.” The captain growls.

“Oh come on, there’s no ponies on board, its not like they are going to catch on and start a song and dance number in the cabin.” Sanders chuckles back.

“Again, you forgot to add the ‘again’ part.” The captain says, scanning the air space, “I’m not going to forget a plane full of singing ponies. EVER.”

“Runway in sight.” Sanders giggles.

“Altitude, 5000 feet.” The captain grumbles, “Flaps fifteen. Real food, a night in a real bed.”

“Wonder if there are any ponies here.” Sanders says with a snicker, “Maybe I can get them singing just for you.”

“2000 feet, do you have control?” The Captain glances at Sanders.

Smiling Sanders wiggles his fingers, “I have the stick, autopilot off.”

***

Blueberry had been flying for two weeks now. She had found a pair of foals on her way, and the three of them are making their way in short flight hops to Montana. They had heard of a safe place there. A place they could actually settle down in and live, as ponies. They aren’t humans anymore, after all.

They have done their best to avoid humans. Even going as far as eating from dumpsters. There is no one they could trust; they had already been shot at a few times. They don’t know if they were hunters, or just people trying to kill them because of what they are.

They had just finished some food from a shopping mall dumpster. There is an advantage to flight. They can get food and retreat up onto the top of the shopping center to eat it in safety. They had bagged what they could, the next jump is into the hills and mountains, and they aren’t likely to see another town for a day or two. She figures they are about four to six days out from their destination.

Looking back at the foals, she launches herself into the air and starts flying. None of them are speedsters or even really long haul flyers. Nodding to the foals, she turns to see the jet heading for her.

***

“Gear down and locked. I’m showing three green. Five hundred feet. Air speed is good.” The captain says, checking the instruments.

“SHIT!” Lieutenant Sanders has only seconds to respond as the pegasi appear right in his flight path and stop. He can’t pull up without stalling out.

“Go around power?” The captain calls.

“The engines won’t power up in time, cut all power now! We don’t want them sucked in the engines.” Sanders says and pushes the stick forward. The plane drops and noses under the group. The problem is their descent rate is now too high, he pulls back on the stick again as the nose wheel hits the ground first and collapses from the speed crushing the nose into the end of the runway.

As the plane skids along the runway the nose starts turning to the side, causing plane to begin to roll. The wings snap off as the plane tumbles and rolls on its side down the tarmac. Fuel sprays from the belly tank and ruptured wings, and is ignited by the friction.

The tower controller watches the fireball and slams his hand down on the alarm button. Picking up the phone he calls out to the fire and rescue teams. “Pony Air Two is down, I say again, Pony Air Two is down.”

***

Blueberry trembles seeing the crash and explosion. It had just missed her and the foals by a few feet. Flapping over, she quickly checks the foals to make sure they aren’t hurt. Doting over them both for a moment.

“Shouldn’t we see if they’re okay?” The filly asks, wide eyed.

The colt looks up nodding, “Yeah, that was kind of our fault.”

“They’re humans, they will lock us up in a cage or worse, just shoot us on sight, lets get going, quickly now!” She says, sticking her muzzle against their tails and pushing them towards the hills.

Flying as fast as they could, the pegasi head for the safety of the hills. The filly glancing back one last time, “I don’t feel right about leaving.”

“They are humans. They will deal with it themselves.” Blueberry says, “Hurry, please.”

***

“Pegasi.”

“Hmm?” Ambrosia looks up.

“If we were pegasi, we could just fly there.” Sunny Daze says, giggling.

Smiling softly, Full Steam shakes his head, “Daze, never be ashamed of your kind. We are Earth Ponies. We are the backbone, without us there wouldn’t be enough food for everypony. Unicorns have their magic, Pegasi have their flight.”

“So we just grow stuff?” Ambrosia says, propping her muzzle up with a forehoof. “And you’re remembering more?”

“I think a lot while I walk, things sort of come to me.” Full Steam says. "No, we don’t just grow stuff, we are strong, tough, but we are also resourceful and creative. Pegasi shape the clouds, unicorns use their magic to shape crystals. We use our strength to build, we build solid walls and houses with what the land gives us, rock, stone, wood.”

“Steel siding and old truck parts.” Sunny Daze says with a giggle, looking around.

“Yes even that. Some day you’ll remember what your magic is Sunny, but never be ashamed of being an Earth pony. Be proud of it.” Leaning over, Full Steam nuzzles her gently.

Smiling bright she looked over at Ambrosia as the young mare starts laying out dinner, tortillas, and a thick vegetable stew on a bed of rice. Ambrosia finds a way to make great meals out of what ever scraps they find.

“Thank you, but shouldn’t Full Steam get more?” Sunny Daze says, looking up.

Full Steam smiles, “Don’t worry about me, I’ve got more than enough. You’re a growing foal, you need to remember that and eat like one. Otherwise you won’t get big and strong like Ambrosia.”

“Thanks daddy.” Sunny says with a smile.

Ambrosia laughs, “Don’t start, remember, we’re all 25 here.”

“Oh, does that mean I can go out exploring again without you worrying?” Sunny says, perking up, her ears rotating forward.

“Not until your 45.” Both Ambrosia and Full Steam say in stereo.

Crossing her forelegs, she lays her muzzle on them and pouts, “So not fair.”

***

“Oh my god it was horrible!” I say hugging Blaze tight.

Blinking, Blaze spreads his wings wide looking down, “What was.”

“We went shopping, and they made me put on a dress.” I say, shuddering.

Blaze blinks a few times then falls on his back, laughing, “You, in a dress!”

“Tell me about it. With frills and fluff and ugh…” I say sighing and smacking Blaze with a foreleg once. “Seriously dress uniform is one thing, but that… that was…”

“Oh… Tell me they got pictures…” Blaze says, gasping between laughs.

Shaking my head, I let out a soft sigh, “No, thank Celestia. They are insistent though that I wear it.”

“Oh for what?” Blaze says, fighting for breath.

“Our wedding.” I say and flop down. “I just wanted a small informal thing with our family here. Now they want it to be a big event.”

Blaze coughs a few times sitting up, “The wedding, oh yeah.”

“You’re not having second thoughts now are you?” I say, blinking looking at my belly.

“NEVER!” Blaze wraps his wings around me as tight as he can, hugging me. “I made a mistake once, I didn’t trust my heart and you ended up with somepony else. Not again.”

“Awww, thank you, just. Still have trouble picturing myself wearing something fluffy like a wedding gown.” I say, smiling weakly.

Shaking his head, Blaze smiles, “Trust me, you will be beautiful, no mater what you wear.”

“Oh I see, so I’m not beautiful with just my fur?” I say, pouting.

Booping my nose with a hoof, he shakes his head, no. “Now I didn’t say that in the slightest. You’re my mate, my love. You are beautiful inside and out. With our without clothing. With or without a tail ribbon.”

“Even when I get all fat and round?” I say, blinking.

Laughing, Blaze shakes his head, “Not fat, retaining foal. There’s a difference.”

Huffing, I look back at my belly, “I remember when I was pregnant with Sparkle, did I ever get round. And hungry. Speaking of hungry, I kinda have the munchies now.”

“What do you want, anything, I’ll make it for you.” Blaze says, looking to the kitchen.

“Ohhh, you know what would be really good right now, garlic pumpkin hummus, on a mix of double fried banana chips, and battered deep fried pickles.” I say, perking my ears, my tail starting to wag.

“I umm, and… Yeah ok, I’ll check the local stores, if not it might take a little time. But I’ll get that for you.” Turning Blaze mumbles, “At least she’s not mixing it with ice cream.”

“Yet!” I call out and start giggling.

“Where do you even know that stuff from?” Blaze says, opening the door.

“I used to love it when I was pregnant with Twilight.” Giggling softly, I shake my head. “Trust me, its not a Wally thing.”

Closing the door behind him, Blaze zips off.

“Cravings?” Ah-Pee asks, poking her head into the living room.

“Huh? No just munchies. And its what my belly is… ok fine, cravings.” I say, blushing and looking down at my hooves.

Ah-Pee laughed, “Ah, it’s nothin to worry about, yer just following what yer little-uns need.”

“As long as I don’t start craving things like big mac’s or fish sticks.” Whimpering, I shake my head. “Just had this weird view of an Earth pony pregnant with a pegasus foal, craving chicken. Just ugh.”

Smiling Ah-Pee walks over and sits beside me, starting to brush my mane.

“To soon to say I hate being pregnant?” I ask innocently.

“Not going to say its to soon or to late. Just… Do you hate being pregnant, or hate the problems associated with it?” Ah-Pee asked softly.

“I… ok everything. Heck, what if they can’t grow up properly on Earth, what if they can’t get cutie marks on Earth, what if…” I blink as I get a hoof over my muzzle.

“Nope, no worrying, we will wait and see what happens. Just like every mother does.” Ah-Pee says with a firm nod.

“What if I forgot how to be a good mom?” I say softly, looking up, my ears splayed to the side.

“And that’s a nonsense question. Just look at how you take care of Feather and the twins.” Ah-Pee says firmly, “And no I don’t mean about the occasional trouble they get into looking for their cutie marks."

“I know…its just.” I sigh softly.

“Its just all these questions run through your mind as a mom. That’s normal.” With that, Ah-Pee sits beside me just hugging me. “And you have lots of mares to help.”

“Thank you…”

***

Feather rears up on her hind legs, holding the wand high above her head with both forelegs. The plastic wand is a soft pink topped with a golden star on the end. Looking up at the moon, she spreads her little wings as wide as she can, flicking the tips of them and causing a few loose feathers to float down around her. Smiling widely she closes her eyes. “By the power of cuteness!”

Covering his muzzle with a foreleg, Candy shakes his head, “Sorry Pat, she gets like this sometimes. Feather we are NOT Apple Bloomers.”

“Hey, I’m allowed to play sometimes.” Dropping back to all fours she looks up, “Hi Pat. I wanted you and the rest of the workers here for the grand opening and dedication.”

“Of our new clubhouse!” Cloudy says, jumping and waving all four of her hooves under her.

“To much sugar and caffeine, Cloudy.” Candy says, still covering his muzzle.

Prancing on the spot Cloudy giggles, “But I just had one Red Bull, Rob over there had an extra.”

Pat looked over at the electrician’s apprentice, “Oh please tell me you’re not giving foals Red Bull.”

“She said she was thirsty.” Rob says with a shrug.

Bounding up onto the top of the ramp, Feather looks up at the door, “It’s good but its not complete.”

Sitting beside Feather, Candy looks at the workers and Pat, “It needs one last thing, but its quick.”

“I got it I got it!” Cloudy calls and pogo hops over to the truck. She grabs some paint before prancing back, “my mot mit.”

“The Cutie Mark Crusaders are not just about helping themselves. They are about helping all ponies find the spark inside of them that leads them to their cutie marks. They, and we, explore different paths, try different things to find out not just what we like, but who we really are.” Feather says, looking at her blank flank.

“The original club house had apples decorating it, in honor of Applejack and Sweet Apple Acres, the one at Fort Bragg we marked with a harp, for Ballad, for all of her help. That one is still there for any new blank flanks that need a place to find themselves.” Cloudy says.

Looking up Candy smiles and starts singing, “We've been searching for our cutie marks, for a while now.”

Cloudy smiles, picking up the paint and offering it to Feather as she picks up the song, “Trying to find out how we fit in.”

Feather takes the can and turns to face the door, looking it up and down, “So many ways we've tried before, but we keep on trying more and more.”

Looking between each other all three sing in harmony, “'Cause the Cutie Mark Crusaders don't give in.”

Flapping up, Feather paints a white lightning bolt above the door as she sings cheerfully, “We’ll make our mark!”

Cloudy and Candy harmonize again with each other, “One way or another.”

Adding the three stars below the lightning bolt, Feather nods, “We’ll make our mark!”

“And on that day that we discover…” Candy and Cloudy sing on.

As Feather lands, all three turn to face Pat and the workers as they finish singing, “The ultimate reward of our cutie marks!”

“In honor of Lightning Dust, this chapter of the Cutie Mark Crusaders is now open!” All three foals call out.

Pat looks up smiling as widely as she can. Taking out some Kleenex, she wipes the tears from her eyes, “Oh God, Dust will be so proud. I can’t wait for her to be able to see this.”

Trotting down, all three foals look up, “Thank you Pat, for all of this.”

“Oh no, thank you.” Kneeling down, Pat grabs all three of the foals, pulling them into a tight hug. The tears in her eyes flowing as she sits and holds them. She was hoping so much, that Dust can see this soon.

Author's Notes:

Art by Alkarasu