‘Maybe I’ll move,’ she said, quietly, and Twilight shrugged.
‘No, probably not.’
‘I could. Moved around all the time as a filly. Always on the march.’ She sighed. ‘Don’t you ever want to just...I mean, there’s nothing tying us here, now. We could go up to Canterlot, or Manehattan, or Seaddle, if you want. We could go anywhere!’
‘We could,’ Twilight agreed. ‘But we have a nice house here.’
Smith nodded. ‘It is a nice house. We built it well.’ Outside, dawn breaking, light seeping through the curtains to illuminate the empty rooms. ‘It just doesn’t feel like home, anymore.’

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