The unusually tall unicorn nurse had carried over my saddlebag and gun case, both looking like they had taken a beating, of which now that I remember, they likely did. Fortunately everything else inside was intact and clean, so I quickly put on my red dress and a pair of underwear. Now decent, I could focus on the task at hoof, such as figuring out where the tartarus I was.

Getting back up on the bed, the room looked to be constructed from salvaged wood and furnished with salvaged beds, giving the place a cozy, yet rough feel to it. If I had to guess, I was in a moderately well off place. Not so well off that they had anything new, or at least refurbished, but. other than the hole in the ceiling, the room looked solid. I could safely assume that I was around civilized ponies, though that did not mean I was around good ponies.

Fortunately the zebra ghoul Jali was considerate enough to fill me in on the who's and wheres of what was going on, putting me at ease with her darken yet friendly bedside manor. I was somewhere safe. New Appleloosa as they called the town, but it concerned me with how far from the Marewaii Islands I was now. It just didn't feel real to me, and maybe it just had not sunk in yet.

"My name is Harp Melody, and thank you for looking after me." I said as I gave the ponies a polight curtsey. "I wish I had some way to repay you."

"Think nothing of it. Helping ponies in need is why the followers exist." Jali explained as she finished examining me. "Though if you could fill in some information about how you got here. The other stable pony has a less than reliable memory, and a second account would be helpful. So, was there an actual megaspell?"

I looked over at the other pony, Slowtrot was what he said his name was. I already knew his name, but he didn't seem to know mine, or who I was at all. So I decided to play it safe and not give out too much information, not that any pony would believe most of it.

"Megaspell, I think so. It’s hard to explain what I saw other than it being an active megaspell. I think it was the source of what was warping the stable, and my friend and I had to finish collapsing it, but I fell in before it closed up." I explained.

"That's right!" Slowtrot said loudly, "it was a time space megaspell. The overmare, Healing Herbs, was trying to open a hole in time and prevent the war from ever starting." He then sighed. "Unfortunately it was all a setup. A certain ponies had other plans in mind for it, so it had to be destroyed. I guess I failed to do that if you had to finish the job."

There was a pause in the room as everypony seemed to chew on that bit of information. The first to speak up was Jali, "That, at least, explains Slowtrot and why he looks fresh, despite being older than me." She then turned to me, her rotten face was still hard to get used to, but I did my best not to react. "Now how about you, miss? Did you also make a jump in time?"

A wave of dread washed over me as I checked my pipbuck, but also hope. If I had moved through time, maybe I'm in the past, maybe I could save so many lives… seeing the date on my pipbuck shattered those hopes, finding that I was in fact a year forward in time. A whole fucking year, and it was now gone.

It felt like a heavy weight had just fallen on my shoulders, pulling me down, making it hard to move.

"Are you alright, Miss Harp?" Jali asked.

Taking a deep breath, I smiled. "Just a bit shocked, that's all, it seems that I've been out for a few months, but it's nothing too bad."

What I said was not entirely untrue, but I was still worried about my friends. More importantly, I had to at least look calm, like how I was taught to be, otherwise I was just another target to be used.

Jali nodded, "That's to be expected. Even without the whole time magic, most stable ponies tend to suffer from momentary bouts of shock when leaving their home. I'm a bit surprised that a smooth coat like you didn't jump back when you saw me."

I gave a nervous chuckle. "Well you're not the first ghoul I've come across, and far from the worst looking one at that."

She smiled back at me. The moving of her exposed mussels made me feel a bit uncomfortable.

"Well, you seem healthy,” Jali noted. “I'd check your radiation signature to make sure you are not mutating and such, but all my sensors suffer from a sudden magical overload. It's going to take me a good part of the day to fix even one, so you can wait here if you like, or take a look around town. If you do leave the clinic, it might be a good idea to go with an escort. New Appaloosa may be a safe town, but it still has its dangers." Jali informed me before grabbing her doctor's bag and a smoking ammo box, then trotted to the back.

I felt a twinge of guilt as she trotted away with her broken devices It more than likely my fault for overloading. I was a bit startled when waking up and had let out more than a bit of magic I had stored in me. Feeling the magic in the air, it all felt different, yet familiar.

The ghoul gave off a stagnant magic, just like another ghoul I had met had, and the unicorn stallion was overall normal, but the other three were odd.

Slowtrot felt elusive, like his magic was both here and not.

Prism felt like, well like somepony had taken the magic of a unicorn and used it to try and copy the magic of an earth pony and pegasus, making something that felt wrong.

Then there was the mare Star, the feeling of her earth pony magic had something mixed with it, warping her magic just a little.

"Well, I think it's time I go. The mayor is going to want to know that our two stable ponies are awake," Deputy Willow spoke up, putting a weathered looking notebook into his breast pocket. "Also, if you can, try not to antagonize the sheriff any more, Star. She's got more important things to do then to clean up after your messes."

With that, he trotted out of the clinic.

The mare, Star Charter, sticking her tongue out at him.

An audible sigh came from the tall unicorn, Prism. "What happened this time, Star?"

Star rolled her eyes. "There was another rowdy patron at the tavern and I had to remind him of the rules. Asshole must have ran crying to the sheriff, that's all."

Trotting passed Prism, Star made her way to me, a mischievous smile on her face. "Let's forget about the sheriff and talk about some of the shit this mare had on her. I mean, those guns, and that robot, never seen anything like ‘em before!"

Opening up the gun case, she pulled out one of three disassembled air rifles, but then it was snatched from her hooves by a blue overglow of magic.

"Star!" Prism shouted, "Maybe not try and overwhelm the young mare."

The earth pony mare took a deep breath and sighed. "Right, sorry. I was just getting carried away." She then relaxed, giving me a calm, but still mischievous look. "So, what's a small mare like you doing with so many guns?"

Prism levitated the rifles over into my hooves. “It’s a Lelantos, though most of us just called it a bolt launcher. It uses talismanes to compress air, and spin the bolt when firing.” I explained.

I used my pipbuck to then levitate the rifle's other parts over to myself, and began to put the rifle together. The reassembly being a simple task of twisting a few screws.

When I was done assembling the rifle I poured a bit of my magic into it, and the talismans began sucking the air into itself, filling it’s two air tanks.

“All that’s left is to load the revolver with bolts and,” I pulled the trigger of the rifle, and it gave a loud pop. “You got an effective hunting rifle.”

Star raised an eyebrow at me and crossed her hooves. “Two questions; one, did you just levitate all that without your horn, and two, what the heck powered that rifle? I don’t see a spark battery?”

‘Crap! I guess that must not be normal here.' I lifted up my pipbuck. “My pipbuck has a weak levitation spell built into it, so it can lift small objects, but requires a levitation talisman to do more than that.”

Lifting up the rifle, I wasn't sure it was entirely safe to tell them about what I was. The last thing I needed was to be chained next to a generator to power it.

"Well, it can be charged. This one just had a bit of power still in, that's all. Most of the tech back home is like that. We Mirage Ponies just need a working spark battery," I half lied, leaving out that I was basically the spark battery.

“That’s… actually cool.” Star said, clasping her hooves together, making a clop sound. “But a bit of a bummer though. Spark batteries have become hard to come by lately.”

I felt a bit sad about letting her down, so another lie wouldn't hurt. “Well, it doesn't need to be a spark battery. If there's a magical source of energy, I might be able to power it up.” A lie as it was, it would make a good cover explanation if I ever needed to use the bolt launcher, and not reveal my magical ability.

Star smiled. “That would be awesome! We should test shoot them sometime. Those bolts look like they could easily pearce a radscorpion's hide.”

I did not like the sound of whatever a radscorpion was.

“That’s enough, Star. I think she needs some space.” Prism stepped in.

Star shrugged and trotted off while Prism said, “I’m sure you have a lot to get used to, and my daughter dragging you outside to shoot guns might not be the best idea right now.”

This time I raised an eyebrow. “You're her mother, but you don’t look that old.”

They also didn’t look all that alike, other than both having a blue coat.

Prism chuckled. “Well, not biologically. I adopted her long ago when she was a rambuncuse filly. Now she's a rambunctious adult. As for myself, I’m a lot older than I look. I may not look it, but I'm an alicorn. Well, an artificial alicorn."

“Long story short, my sisters and I were created by the goddess, a great and powerful mutant, though unfortunately time had driven her to madness. Don’t worry, she's dead now, killed by the lightbringer.” There was a sense of sadness and longing in Prism's voice.

“Alicorn, as in the princesses, but you don’t have any wings,” I asked, still processing the idea of an artificial alicorn, but it did fit with how her magic felt.

She looked at her back, then back to me. “I lost my wings long ago, not that I miss them. I was originally just a normal unicorn before becoming this.”

The mention of lossed wings reminded me of another friend. “Oh, that still must have been painful.”

I could feel tears forming in my eyes, so I bit my tongue to regain my composure.

There was a pause. Prism looked at me with concern as I did my best to hold a smile. It all interrupted by my stomach grumbling. Releasing what had just happened, I hid my face in my hooves as I flushed red with embarrassment.

A louder chuckle came from Prism. “Sorry, I should have grabbed some food for you. I’ll be right back.”

When she left, I sighed in relief.

As a direct descendant of Princess Platinum, I had to stop acting like a foal to be a proper lady. That meant no emotional outbursts and always presenting the best side of myself. If I didn’t do that, I would only mess things up for everypony again and become a burden to everypony, like back home.

Turning my attention over at my worn out saddle bag, I opened it up and looked inside. There was a clutter of ruined makeup, toiletries, an advanced gas mask, and several changes of underwear. There was also a figurine of the ministry mare Fluttershy and a pin like medallion depicting Celestia and Luna. Picking up the medallion, I felt my heart sink. It was a family heirloom of a close friend of mine, and I never managed to give it back to her.

“Damnit, I messed things up again,” I said under my breath.

Checking the other side of my saddle bag, I found the R&D stable jacket my father gave me. In an inside pocket was my father's gun. It still loaded as though, left untouched. I put the gun back before anypony noticed and threw on the jacket before looking back in the bag. What was left inside were a few basic spell talismans for my pipbuck and a red cap that had a metal band in the from with the inscription of “M-C”, in remembering how my friend gave it to me to help me calm down, and it has helped me get through the nightmare that was the R&D stable.

Taking the medallion, I pinned it to the cap and put it on my head. It did helped me feel a bit more confident in myself.

As for the spell talismans, they were not looking in the best condition. One even having a crack in it, so I decided to leave them alone for now.

“Hey, Miss Harp, can you tell me what this is?” Star startled me when she spoke up, placing a wasp-shaped robot onto a nearby bed.

It was my robot, Order, which my father gave it to me for protection, but now it was covered in dents, had a broken eye, and one of it’s propeller wings was bent.

“That’s a recon drone. It works a bit like a sprite bot, but more advanced. Can you bring it over to me?” I asked.

Star nodded and moved it over to my bed, placing Order on top of the gun case. I then placed a hoof onto it and pushed my magic into the drone. Slowly Order came back to life, but it was not going anywhere under its own power. The hud display in my vision then began to show me the drone establishing a connection to my pipbuck. Most of its advanced programming went safely inside my pipbuck. There was also a status bar, more than half finished, which listed as file conversation, likely from the pipbuck 2600.

“Good… Day… Lady… Harp,” the drone spoke in a distorted voice. “How… may… I… serve… you?”

“Order, you need repairs, so go into sleep mode,” I commanded my Drone.

“Yes… my… lady…” Order then powers down, and I sighed in relief. He was damaged. Really damaged, but there was a chance he could be repaired.

Stretching my legs, I then hopped out of bed, and proceeded to fall over. I hadn't realized how weak my legs had gotten. I needed Star to help me back up.

“I guess I should stay in bed then,” I figured.

Star laughed. “That might be the last thing you should do. Just trot about the clinic. Get used to trotting again.”

I took a few steps, then stumbled, getting another laugh from Star.

“Sorry to laugh, but you look a lot like my daughter when she was learning to trot.” she explained.

Looking at the earth pony mare, she didn’t look all that much older than me.

“Let me guess. You adopted, like Prism.” I asked.

She rolled her eyes at me, and huffed. “No, she is my actual daughter. By the goddesses, I had to carry her in my belly for nine months.”

I think I hit a nerve, so I said, “I’m sorry. It’s just that you look so young. I didn’t think you’d have a foal yet.”

“Oh, well that’s an honest mistake. I mean I get it. Mom was really pissed when she found out, and it took a long time to repair our relationship after.

“All that said, my little Bridget is the best thing that’s happened in my life, aside from getting Prism as a mother, that is,” Star explained. “Unfortunately, her father had to skip town. Although my mom was forgiving, his father was less so. As far as any creature knows, he’s currently working as a Talon.”

Something was missing in this story, so I asked, “Why was your mom and his father mad about you being pregnant?”

Star looked away for a moment. “Well I was only sixteen at the time, and he had promised his father that he would not fool around. The old buzzard was more mad about him breaking his promise than anything, and didn’t take punishment lightly, so my foal’s daddy skipt town before he got the worst of it.” She then chuckled. “When he left, he promised to become a famous Talon, then return with a lot of caps. The fool was better at making guns rather than shooting them.”

“Fortunately for every creature, my granddaughter is a well behaved and smart filly, unlike her parents.” Prism returned with a bottle of sparkle-cola and a very old looking box of snack cakes. “Here, have this. It will hold you over until you have a proper meal.”

The box, both the packaging and the sweet inside, looked ancient, but it would be rude to not at least take a bite. So I bit into the snack cake, finding it to be sickly sweet, and very stale, but still quite edible.

“Say Miss Harp, not to pry or anything, but are you from Cantercross?” Prism asked.

I washed the cake down with some soda, then asked back, “Cantercross? No, I'm not. Why do you ask?”

Prism sighed. “Sorry. It’s just that you said you're a mirage pony, and I only just now remembered hearing about them in a city called Cantercross. A few creatures I know had met them personally but didn’t go into detail. From what I can remember being told, the city is in the far north west and they run the government there. That’s about it.”

“How long ago?” I asked.

“Roughly around ten years ago. Not too long after the clouds cleared up over Equestria,” she answered.

“That’s not right. No pony has ever left the island. We all thought nothing was out there until recently,” I mumbled to myself.

I looked at Prism and gave her a smile. An honest smile. “Thanks, I don’t know if those are the same mirage ponies as me, but it’s good to know I’m likely not alone out here.”

A chuckle came from Star. “Maybe you can join us the next time we go out west. Maybe talk with those friends of ours. Just be careful. One of them is a bit off his rocker.”

She got a sharp glance from Prism that cut her laughter short.

Star then shrugged “But with ya, maybe it’s better to not get ahead of yourself. Just get used to things here first.”

“That might not be a bad idea,” Slowtrot spoke up, getting everyone's attention. “I mean, I’m from the Coltiforna region of Equestria. I’m not sure if there's anything to go back to, but might as well see what’s become of my home.”

Prism nodded in agreement as she said.,“Getting you two back home would be for the best, or at least close to it, but, even then, the problem would be having the caps to even make such a journey. Caravans going that way are not cheap, but it’s the safest and fastest way. Luckily, right now is probably the best time to earn the caps for it, but with how you two only just woke up, I’d advise against it.”

“Well it’s not like I’m planning on going anywhere yet. I mean, I’m still not quite sure what to do,” I said as I looked at the snacks, soda, and the other beds. “But I can't just freeload on you when you’ve helped me so much already.”

“Oh, no, you're not freeloading. As a Follower of the Apocalypse, it’s my job to help those in need,” Prism quickly responded.

“And that’s why we were all poor,” Star huffed. “I’d suggest sitting on it and just getting used to the wasteland, but eventually you're going to need some caps to rub together, and I can help you with that.”

Prism cleared her throat to gather our attention, then said, “I think we should ask the mayor to see if he can help them first. I’ll go talk to doctor Jali about it. While I am at it, you can show the two stable ponies around town.”

Star shrugged as she said,“Fair enough. I need to go pick up Bridget soon anyways.” She then trotted over to me as she asked, "Are you good to move around, or do you want to wait here a bit more to stretch your legs and such?"

I stretched one of my legs. I winced a little from a dull pain in my muscles, but it is not enough to be a problem.

"I'll be fine,” I assured Star. “Like you said, I probably need to trot it off."

"I'm fine, by the way. Been a bit lightheaded, but nothing else I can recall," Slowtrot added to the conversation.

"Alright. I'll give you a brief tour of this town, so follow me." Star pivoted around then trotted out the door.

Following her, the door outside the clinic was strangely bright with a dry and dusty wind coming out from it. My eyes took a moment to adjust.

Before me was a busy town under a vast sky with ponies of all types and even a few non ponies moving about. It was about as crowded as back home, but the town was far more spacious that the ponies were able to get around without too much trouble.

The one thing that struck me by surprise was how muted the colors were, being mostly different shades of brown, gray, and the odd brightly colored pony in the mix.

"No trees. I guess that makes sense to how you can live out here," I thought out loud.

Slowtrot raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean by that? Wouldn't trees be a good thing?"

I scratched my chin for a moment as I realized that things might not be the same as it was back home.

"Well,” I answered, “back where I am from, the trees produce a toxic pollen that can kill within minutes. Then there are places without the trees that are plagued with massive bubbles of concentrated radiation, they are invisible, and roll around randomly."

He visibly cringed. "Then how do you ponies live there?"

"There's an extensive metro system under the Marewaii Islands. That's where everypony lives," I explained.

He looked away for a moment before nodding. "I think I remember hearing about that, yes. The advertisements for Marewaii boasted about how safe their metro system was. There was even an urban legend about glowing monsters living in the tunnels."

As he chuckled to himself, I bit my tongue to remind myself not to mention that there were actual glowing creatures in the tunnels.

"Oy, are ya two going to keep gawking, or are ya going to follow me?" Star yelled out to us.

Following her, we stopped outside a large and bussey building that was at the corner of a "T" street crossing, with a large sign that read 'New Appaloosa Saloon' where there was cheerful music coming from inside, along with the smell of cooked food.

"This here is the town's main watering hole,” Star explained. “Its a professional establishment, so none of the usual wasteland sanagans are allowed, otherwise the deputies will come and straighten you out."

"What do you mean by wasteland sanagans?" Slowtrot asked.

"Chem use, fighting, harassment of the staff, and otherwise being an obnoxious pain in everypony's ass," she explained. "Not that other places tolerate such things, but here in the center of town you are not just going to get let off with just a bloody nose."

Looking around along the main street, I saw several small stalls set up between the larger buildings. Each selling random trinkets and other odds and ends.

The larger building on the other street corner was a general store with a large sign that read "New Appleloosa Emporium". It seemed that the town's name was a big selling point.

With Star pointing them out, there was also a pharmacy clinic that looked a lot nicer than Jali's free clinic. The town also sported a capital building, a weapons shop, a laundromat, a bank, a barbershop. Not too far off was the sheriff's office with the Jail attached to it.

The rest of the buildings were simply residential housing, most being apartment buildings with a few of the more wealthy residents having full houses to themselves.

Star pointed down the intersection to where the train station was as she added, "That there is the lifeblood of the town. It safely brings in new workers, traveling merchants, and recently tourists. Up until recently, the town mostly got by with the caps brought in from the quarry since it was for an NCR supply point but, thanks to the Lightbringer Festival coming up, things have gotten really busy.”

"I heard this Lightbringer Festival being mentioned before. Is it like the Summer Sun Celebration we used to do?" Slowtrot asked.

She just shrugged. "Don't know what a Summer Sun Celebration is. As for the Lightbringer Festival, it's basically to honor the hero who pulled back the clouds and returned the skies back to Equestria. She went by a few names such as the Stable Dweller, Hell Mare and, of course, as the namesake of this festival, the Lightbringer."

“This town is especially excited, as this place was the first settlement she visited. She helped the town free themselves from the cruel rule of Redeye, or at least that's how the town explains it." Star informed Us.

"And this NCR?" I asked.

"That be the New Canterlot Republic," a chubby earth pony stallion said loudly as he trotted up to us. He was dressed just like deputy Willow, but his clothes seemed to be slightly stained with grease and was one size too small for the stallion. "They are currently the biggest faction here in the wasteland who seek to bring back old pony values, though they mostly just protect their trade routes."

He then reached out his hoof and I reflexively offered mine back.

"The names False Cap,” the chubby pony greeted, “one of the head deputies here in town. And you are?" He asked as he kissed my hoof. He gracelessly let some saliva on my hoof as a result.

I held back on showing my disgust, knowing that this pony likely didn't know any better. I did my best to politely wipe off his saliva using Slowtrot's jacket.

"My name is Harp Melody. A pleasure. Did you say Canterlot? It's good to hear it's still around. My family always worried that our ancestral home was lost to the war. It has been a dream for them to one day return. Maybe I should go and pay the city a visit?"

Both Star and False looked away for a moment.

"About that, Harp," Star spoke up. "when the enclave attacked the wasteland long ago, their first target was to level Canterlot.

“Also, from what ponies have told me, before the city fell, it was a no-mares land, full of unkillable feral ghouls along with a necrotic pink cloud filling the city." She further explained.

I felt myself deflate a little from the explanation. "Well, I never thought I would ever get to leave the Islands, so at least there's that."

"That's the spirit, Miss," False said, with a jolly tone. "and arriving in New Appaloosa at this time is mighty good luck since the festival is soon upon us. I'm sure you're going to enjoy yourself.

“If you need somepony to escort you around, I'm more than happy to do it."

Star stepped between us with a smile that hardly hid her aggression towards the stallion as she said to him, "Thanks for the offer, deputy. I'm sure she will give it plenty of thought. She does have time for it since the festival is not soon upon us."

"Indeed, there is still plenty of time, False agreed. “Well, Miss Harp, if there's anything you need, I'll be around. Just be careful around a mare like her. She tends to attract trouble," He said as he tipped his hat and gave us a friendly smile before trotting away.

"Well wasn't he a nice stallion. Other than that Sherriff, the deputies have been down right pleasant," Slowtrot responded, no hint of sarcasm in his voice.

Star just sighed. "Ya, compared to Ashy, you can say they are pleasant." She then turned to us with a much more honest smile on her face. "If he's free to mingle, it means it's almost time to pick up my daughter. Care to join me?"

We both nodded and began to follow Star. I took one more glance at False Cap as he mingled with the town's ponies, a big smile on his face. He was good at hiding it, but by no means a master. Under all the niceties was something slimy. I didn't know what it was. I had only just met him, but I had a strong feeling that if I was left alone with him, I'd be in danger.

From how Star acted, it was clear she knew exactly what he was up to, but was in no position to call him out.

That did not seem as true in reverse, however, since he openly pointed out Star’s shortcomings.

We trotted a bit further down the main street. It came to a simple but fairly well built building. On the side was a tall sign that depicted a larger than life image of a mare in what looked like she was in stable barding, raising up a pipbuck attached leg that held up the sun. Written on the bottom said, "The Lightbringer Foundation’s School for Bright Foals"

I looked over at Star, feeling a bit concerned. "Is this Lightbringer some sort of religious saint?" I did my best to ask politely.

Star just chuckled. "Sometimes the Lightbringer Foundation seems to act that way, but as far as anypony knows, no, she's simply just a big old hero that did a bunch of heroic deeds."

Bells started ringing from the building. The school's doors flung open. Flooding out was a herd of foals.

From the group, a small pink filly jumped out, attaching herself to Star.

"Mamma!" she yelled as she climbed onto her mother's back.

Bridget had her mother's wavy green mane and green eyes, but on her back were green feathered wings, and on her forelegs were two scaly yellow talons. Strangely of all was two small gold like horns on the filly's head. It both foreign, yet familiar. She also gave off the same warped magic as her mother, but it felt more natural, and light.

"Did you have fun at school my darling?" Star asked with a loving tone.

Bridget grinned widely. "We had to read about how the Lightbringer left her stable, and I did it without making a mistake on my first try."

Star smiled back. "Oh, we got a big filly here, reading without any help now. Maybe you should start reading to me now."

The little filly frownd. "No. I want mamma to read to me. You do it way better!"

"Fine then. Anything you want me to read tonight?" Star asked softly.

"Ummm," Bridget ponderd. "Can you tell me about the time you met the vampire ponies?!"

"I can, but that story isn't in a book," she answered.

Bridget just huffed. "You should make it one mama. Then I can read it in school." She put on a proud looking pose. "Then everypony would know how awesome mama is." Her eyes then drifted to us, then she gasped. "Stable ponies!"

She jumped off her mom with her wings out as she barreled at us, only to be caught by her mother and pulled into a hug. "What did I say about jumping at strangers?"

"But… but their stable ponies!" She whined a little.

Star nodded. "Yes, and I'm currently helping them out. Do you want to join us?"

Bridget nodded excitedly.

"Alright, but behave yourself, or grandmother might not give you cakes," Star warned her daughter.

Bridget gasped for a moment, then calmed down.

"So, where to next, Star?" I asked.

She got up, letting her daughter stand on her own. "I think paying the mayor a visit would be a goodish idea. He should be expecting you by now."

Slowtrot and I nodded. It felt a bit soon, but like so many ponies say, it's better to do it sooner rather than later.

Harp Melody -

Tagged Skills:
-Barter- 42
-Science- 40
-Speech- 42

Trait: Good Natured - Harp focused on less combative skills growing up, and more on social skills, as well as constructive skills.

Trait: Small Frame - Due to her small size, she has +1 Agility but your limbs are more easily crippled (25% extra limb damage).

Unique Trait: Blood of Platinum - As a direct descendant of Princess Platinum, Harp has a natural aura of authority and power. It is both magical and social. When performing magical feets, Harp gains a 2x power boost, and has unique dialogue options open to her.

Learned Perk: Intense Training - +1 to Charisma

Learned Perk: Educated - You gain two more skill points every time you advance in level.