Megan sighed as she desperately tried to find a comfortable position. Either it was one of her legs, wings, or even her tail that made it impossible.

"What's wrong?" asked the stallion as he placed his forehooves around her and hugged her from behind.

"I can’t get comfortable. How do you do that with your wings?” she complained.

"A matter of habit, I guess." She felt him gently stroke her fur with his hooves as he nuzzled her mane. "You’ve been a pony for less than a week. Give it some time." Gentle kisses wandered along her neck. "Besides," he whispered in her ear, "you feel pretty comfortable to me."

Her cheeks burned with shame. "This is something else!" She pushed Blue Light’s muzzle aside as it came into her field of vision. "I was a human being for my entire life, and then I find out that I have these powers. I find out that God, a being that I have worshipped until now, does not exist, at least not the way I thought. Then there was the reincarnation and... and it's just so much that happened in the last two years.” Her look wandered to the golden ring she wore on a chain around her neck. "And then there's the whole thing with the Children."

The light of a passing airship briefly brightened the suite in Haven Tower where the two ponies were in bed. "The Children of the Night can survive a few more days without us. This is our time for ourselves. I love you. You're my princess and my future. If you need more time, then we’ll take it slow. If you find that you can’t adjust, you can easily regenerate and be human again anytime you want. I love you either way, and you know that. "

Megan shook her head and sank back into the mattress. There was a reason why she wanted to stay in this form, and that had to do with children too.

“So, that was Blue Light?” Mothma asked as she sat on the bed next to Megan. Both women hugged their knees to their chest as they leaned back against the wall and looked at the open cell door. "I had expected something more after all that you told me about him.”

"You know as well as I do that that was not him. Not really. Blue Light died long ago." Tears ran down her cheeks still.

"And yet you looked for him for a long time, just like my sister. Should I be worried about the two of you working together behind my back?"

"I didn’t even know anything about you sending people to Albion, and I’ve spoken even less to Eris. You know that I don’t have the easiest time being around you, but in her presence, it is almost unbearable." As a being of harmony, Megan had always felt somewhat uncomfortable when a creature of chaos such as Mothma was nearby, for they were opposites in one of the purest definitions of the word. "However, I love you, which is why I endure it."

"Mother would have certainly appreciated that we both understand each other so well. She was someone who could connect with each and every person."

"Do you regret ever leaving Albion?"

"Sometimes. I would like to show my kids where I grew up, visit Mother's grave with them, and show them how beautiful Albion can be. On the other hand, I know that they do not have a secure future there. Celestia has let her ponies degenerate into a race of xenophobe sissies, which was probably her goal all along. She has always been so, if one believes Mother’s stories about a young Celestia." Megan had never heard Echidna talk about Celestia as a foal. "She said both she and Luna were burned children from a world that no longer existed. She tried everything she could to help, but Celestia turned her away."

"Did she ever tell you what it's all about?"

Mothma mused for a moment. "Not that I can remember. All she kept saying was that, sometimes, it was better for some things to be lost to time."

Megan had tried. For many years, she had tried to put the past behind her, but something in her would simply not let go. Now that she knew he was out there, it would be even harder to do so. No, she had not forgotten, he has. Perhaps it was time for a new start.

"~Hello? Can someone get us down from here?~"

Author's Notes:

And with that, I'm finished with Earth. At least for now. I'm sorry this is short, but there is nothing else to say at this point. With the original German story I'm at 21.2 at the moment. So a new, bigger, chapter will come next week.

Now let's all pray for JBL, whose new Notebook had a broken charging port after a few days of owning it. He will
get a new one, but it will take 7 to 14 days. And I thought Germany was a service wasteland.

Special thanks to JBL for translating & editing.