It was a dark and stormy night, but that didn’t stop Lyra. She slogged through the wind swept streets. Stopping beneath the imposing form of her love’s home the unicorn flipped her sodden mane out of her eyes as she started to strum her lyre. She let all her passion flow out into her greatest ever creation. When she was done she stood there, panting. Slowly the window above her slid open and a mare stuck her head out her glasses quickly steaming up in the chill.  “Bon Bon’s room is on the other side of the house,” said Honeydew. Next Chapter: JMac Estimated time remaining: 3 Minutes