Chapter Twelve: Winter

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“If you would be so kind as to put those in the kitchen—” Rarity pranced anxiously, watching as Trixie clumsily levitated a box of fine china through the doorway. “Oh! Do be careful, they’re very fragile!” She glanced to the other, more professional moving ponies as they carefully unloaded a box labeled ‘sewing supplies’. “I would like that upstairs, in the same room as the desk. Thank you kindly.”

Trixie emerged from the front door, holding her head proudly. Her breath rolled up in a puffy white cloud as she spoke. “The Great and Powerful Trixie did not chip a single plate. Hold your applause, please.”

Rarity grinned and rolled her eyes. “Yes Trixie, very impressive.” She turned her attention to the young dragon beside her as he sighed quietly, emitting a similar puff of fog.

Oh, now this won’t do at all.

“Spike,” she gently began, “you’ve been awfully quiet.”

“I just have stuff on my mind, I guess…” Spike looked up at her, forcing a smile. “So how do you like being a royal seamstress?”

“Well, I’ve only just begun, but it has been simply wonderful so far!” She glanced off toward the fully restored castle spire rising above the surrounding homes. “The work I’ve already done has been rather challenging, but also quite fun. Princess Luna has all sorts of interesting projects lined up for me, or so I’m told.”

“That’s cool,” Spike mumbled, “I guess.”

Frowning, Rarity lowered her head, the zipper of her parka jingling when she gently nosed the dragon. “You certainly don’t sound all that thrilled about it. Would you like to tell me what’s troubling you?”

Spike shook his head. “It’s nothing.”

With a pout, Rarity added, “Please?”

“It’s just…” Spike sighed again, looking down at his claws. “Well, this place isn’t even that far from Ponyville, so it’s not like you’re moving out of the area, and I’m really happy for you—really really happy—because I know how much this means for you and what it will do for your reputation as a fashion designer, but…”

“But?” she asked, arching her brows.

“But this town isn’t Ponyville, and it is kinda far away. I mean, did you really have to sell the boutique and move out to the middle of the Everfree Forest? Couldn’t you have kept working from your old home? Will we still get to hang out with you being busy working for Luna?” Rarity took a breath to respond, but Spike continued. “And there are monsters out here. The Everfree Forest is dangerous, and I don’t want anything bad to happen to you.”

“Oh, Spike, of course we’ll still get to spend time together. You’re my friend; I’ll always make time for you.” She rubbed his chin with a fetlock. “But I do feel that moving was necessary. This is the beginning of the next phase of my career, and a change of scenery was necessary to accommodate that.”

“Yeah, but… I dunno, this place isn’t exactly Canterlot. I don’t see what the big deal is.”

“This place is called Duskhoof, and even though it was founded less than half a year ago, look how many ponies have moved here in that short span of time. This is where Luna has decided to make her home, and ponies will always herd around royalty.” She began to grin, looking off toward the spire again. “I’m on the razor edge of the next big thing, Spike. I’m going to be somepony!”

The exclusivity! The prestige! Her mind buzzed with fantasy. They’ll forget every little stumbling block I’ve had thrown across my path! It’s so close I can almost— She came back to reality as she realized that Spike had spoken.

“Sorry dear, I was miles away. Could you repeat that?”

“I said, what about the monsters?” He wrung his claws, staring up at her with big puppy-dog eyes. “There have been a lot more monster sightings around Ponyville because of all the lumbering and construction out here. It’s only a matter of time ‘till they try and attack this place! Er… Duckhoof.”

“Duskhoof,” she corrected. “Both princesses have dedicated royal guards to defending this town and Ponyville in the event of an attack. Neither of them are interested in seeing a repeat of the hydra massacre.”

She paused for a moment. Has is really been nearly half a year? When was the last time I lit a candle for Aloe?

Rarity cleared her throat. “Besides, we have Zecora, Fluttershy, and Luna to protect us here. I’m quite certain that no harm will come of me.”

Spike continued to frown, but he nodded just the same; a gesture Rarity assumed to mean agreement. The unicorn took a moment to check the progress of the movers. They had only just begun to get into her clothing, unloading several boxes catalogued by the seasonal fashion to which their contents corresponded. Satisfied, she let her gaze wander.

It had snowed the night before. The first snow of winter swirled along the hardened ground like powdered sugar in the wind. A hint of inspiration struck her as she watched the snow settle, but before she could solidify the idea, a set of lavender hooves stepped into view. Though her train of thought had been broken, Rarity smiled and lifted her gaze to meet that of Twilight Sparkle. Seeing Twilight wearing the scarf and coat Rarity had designed for her filled the fashionista with pride. Out of the corner of her eye, she could also see Spike’s expression change almost instantly.

“Hiya Twilight,” the dragon proclaimed with a grin.

“Sorry about that. It took a little longer than I thought.” Twilight glanced to Spike, then back to Rarity. “I hope I didn’t miss much.”

“Oh, hardly. And no worries dear, Spike has been keeping me company.” Rarity rested a hoof on the back of his head, then arched a brow. “How went your audience with the princess?”

“Pretty good, I think! Princess Luna is starting to get correspondence from other nations. Mostly requests that she have an emissary or two from each nation in her court to make sure their interests are represented.”

“Ah!” Rarity’s smile became even brighter at the thought of meeting important individuals from far off lands. “That’s quite an exciting development, then.”

Twilight waved her forehoof around, grinning. “It’s not such a big deal, actually. When she lived in Canterlot, she had access to all the diplomats since they already worked for Celestia. It makes sense that she should have her own now that she has her own palace.”

“Naturally,” agreed Rarity, nodding.

“Also, she uh…” Twilight’s smile faded. “She got an appeal from the Buffalo too. I guess Celestia’s visit to Appleoosa didn’t really resolve much, so now they’re asking for Luna’s help too.”

Rarity and Spike exchanged glances. “Yes, well…” Rarity gently tapped a hoof. “Let us refrain from divulging that bit of information to Applejack, at least for the moment. I would hate to see her in poor spirits.”

Twilight looked to the right of Rarity and murmured, “Speaking of—” Her smile returned as she shouted, “Hey girls!”

Rainbow Dash glided to a stop, kicking up snow as her hooves met the ground. “Morning, everypony. I know we’re kinda late.”

The pegasus folded her wings against her fluffy-looking flight jacket, ruffling her feathers in the process. Applejack was right behind her, wearing what looked to be a duster. Rarity looked between the two, admiring their choice of attire.

“Had to bring in the last of the farmin’ tools,” Applejack explained. “The darn weather team didn’t warn us ‘bout the snow ahead a’ time.”

Tilting her head, Twilight stated, “I thought you weren’t a part of the weather team anymore, Rainbow Dash.”

Rarity cocked a brow as her gaze settled on Dash. “Indeed,” she mused, nodding. “I was under a similar assumption.”

“I’m not. Still, you know, it would have been considerate.” Dash shrugged. “Pegasus to pegasus and stuff.”

Rarity smiled and shook her head. “Well, think nothing of it. As I already told Twilight, you haven’t missed anything of importance.”

Dash smiled and cracked her fetlocks. “Alright, awesome. Let’s get to work then!”

The pegasus had already snagged a box full of sweaters and zoomed into the house before Rarity could stop her. She sighed quietly and managed a smile while the others snickered.

“’s just us, then? Ah can try mah hoof at heavy liftin’ but, well…” Applejack tapped her left hind against the cobblestone, producing a wooden clunk. “Mah balance ain’t what it used to be.”

Twilight lifted her head, wearing a warm smile. “Actually, if you don’t mind me opening your windows, I can probably move everything in from right here.” She looked over at the cart, narrowing her eyes. “I made sure to schedule plenty of time, just in case you needed my help, but it probably won’t take longer than a few minutes.”

“Oh, no, you needn’t trouble yourselves!” Rarity gestured toward the cart. “The moving company I’ve hired should be more than enough.”

Twilight seemed almost disappointed when Rarity met her gaze. “Alright, that’s fine too.”

“Twilight, darling, it’s not that I wouldn’t appreciate your help! But, these lovely stallions are being paid by the hour, and it would hardly be fair of me to deprive them of work.” Rarity grinned as Trixie passed her with a box full of scarves. “Trixie is only helping because she refuses to take no for an answer. I get the feeling Rainbow Dash will respond similarly, but I know that the two of you will be more reasonable.”

With a little sigh, Twilight’s frown was replaced with a smile. Applejack chuckled and nodded. They watched Dash as she shot by empty-hooved and grabbed another box.

Trixie was hot on her tail. “If you want a race,” the unicorn cried, “The Great and Powerful Trixie will happily oblige!” The pair of them darted back inside, nearly knocking over a burly earth stallion that was lugging a box of gems.

“You can take the show-pony out of the show,” Spike began, “but you can’t take the show out of the show-pony.”

Rarity grinned. “At any rate, I didn’t invite anypony here to help me move. I invited you all because this is a housewarming party.”

“Oh,” said Applejack and Twilight in unison. Applejack’s brow and mouth scrunched up as she adopted a puzzled demeanor, but it was Twilight who asked, “I’m no expert on parties, but aren’t you supposed to wait until after you’ve finished unpacking for that?”

“That’s what I said, but Pinkie Pie insisted on throwing it on the same day that I’ve moved in. She and Fluttershy haven’t made their appearance yet.” Rarity glanced down the road. “I imagine they’ll be along shortly, though.”

Rarity turned her gaze toward Applejack. “Also, if you don’t mind my saying, you look to be managing quite well. Your limp isn’t nearly as pronounced as it was.”

“Aw, shucks.” The farmer donned a bashful smile. “Yer just sayin’ that. Ya really think so?”

“Oh, absolutely! Spike,Twilight; don’t you agree?” Twilight and Spike nodded in agreement. With a tilt of her head, and a sly smile, Rarity asked, “Applejack, really; do I strike you as the kind of pony to compliment half-heartedly?”

Applejack grinned, closed one eye, and raised her forehoof just a nose off the ground. “Ehhh…”

They burst out laughing, gradually trailing off into snickers and giggles.

“I mean it, though,” said Rarity. “A lesser mare wouldn’t be able to deal with it as well as you have. I know I certainly couldn’t.”

Applejack nodded slowly, bearing a fragile smile. “Thank you. ‘s not as hard as it looks. Ah mean, Ah don’t have much of a choice.” Dash flew by, several stockings fluttering out behind her. Applejack snorted out a chuckle. “Havin’ her around, though… Dash up an’ quit her job an’ moved in with me, just to make sure Ah didn’t have ta do this alone.”

She locked eyes with Rarity, then Twilight. “She’s where mah strength really comes from.”

A soft ‘mmm’ purred from between Rarity’s lips. Before she could comment further, a bubbly peal of laughter drew her attention. She and Twilight glanced briefly to Applejack, who took a deep breath and nodded.

“Ah’m alright.” Applejack put on a smile that looked more like a grimace. “Don’tcha worry bout me.”

Moments later, Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy trotted into view. Fluttershy flashed a nervous smile from Pinkie’s side, eyes glowing softly beneath the rim of her sun hat. The pegasus had near-completely concealed herself with a long, flowing dress. The spring colors of the fabric seemed out of place against the fresh snow. A monstrous, garishly pink sweater hung awkwardly from Pinkie’s body, too tight in some spots and too loose in others.

Rarity cringed at the sight of it. Oh, for goodness sake… Fluttershy, what have you created?

“Goooood morning everypony!” Pinkie cheerfully announced.

“I will not tolerate these atrocities for much longer,” Rarity quietly informed Fluttershy.

Applejack and Spike began to snicker. Fluttershy wrinkled her nose, but offered no comment in return.

Pinkie cocked her head. “Atrocities?” The bubbly mare maintained her beaming grin. “Whaddya mean by that?”

 In seconds, Spike had doubled over with laughter. Twilight grinned and rolled her eyes.

Cracking the slightest of smiles, Fluttershy took a deep breath and said, “Good morning, Rarity. Good morning, Spike. Good morning, Twilight. And um…” She paused, her smile fading. She glanced down, her face hidden by the brim of her sunhat. “Good morning, Applejack.”

An uncomfortable silence settled over the group as they waited for Applejack to respond. Rarity cleared her throat softly. Pinkie leaned forward, wiggling her ears and arching her brows, silently pressing the farmer.

“Good mornin’ to you too, ‘Shy,” Applejack said at last, her body still rigid like a statue. “How’ve you been?”

There you go, dear. Just like old times. Rarity let out a quiet sigh of relief, smiling and nodding to Pinkie. In that same moment, Dash zipped by, shouting her hellos as she cradled a nightstand between her legs. Trixie heaved and gasped as she struggled to keep up, dragging a mirror behind her.

 “Oh, I’ve been doing very well, thank you.” Fluttershy pawed at the ground. “Now that there are more ponies living in the area, I’ve had more veterinary work to keep me busy.”

Applejack arched a brow, beginning to smile. “Oh yeah?”

Fluttershy peeked out from under the brim of her hat. Her demeanor began to change, a smile spreading across her lips. “Mostly birds and cats and dogs. At the moment, I’m one of the only ponies in this town with chickens. How are things on the farm?”

“Oh, you know. Same old, same old.” Though tense at first, Applejack seemed to be slowly relaxing. “Saw a cockatrice a few nights ago. Big Macintosh scared it off with his shotgun, but that ain’t exactly a permanent solution.”

Twiligh’s eyes widened. “Yikes. You girls saw another one?”

Applejack nodded slowly. “Third one this month. Ain’t no mystery where they’re comin’ from. Me an’ Mac reckon we oughta build a fence ‘round the Everfree side of the orchard.”

“See,” shouted Spike, “I wasn’t exaggerating!”

 “I could come by and try to talk to it,” Fluttershy offered, lifting a forehoof. “If you want me to, that is.”

Applejack began to smile, tipping back her hat with a fetlock. “That’d be mighty kind of ya. If you don’t, Mac’s probably just gonna shoot the thing.”

Fluttershy’s eyes widened with alarm. “Oh, that would be terrible! I’ll stop by tomorrow if that’s okay with you.” Applejack nodded, and the pegasus added, “If the cockatrice uses its stone gaze on anything before then, make sure that you do not kill it. Only a cockatrice can reverse that spell.”

“What spell?” Rainbow Dash asked.

Rarity looked over her withers, smiling as she met Dash’s sweeping gaze. A round of hellos were exchanged, welcoming the hovering pegasus back into the circle.

“Cockatrice troubles,” Twilight informed her.

“Oh, you told them about the cockatrice, AJ?” Dash fluttered to a stop beside Applejack, grinning in the direction of the house. Rarity noticed that Trixie had collapsed against the doorway, panting out rolling clouds of fog. “Those things aren’t so tough.” She shuddered, adding, “They’re kinda freaky, though.”

“Mmhmm.” Applejack nodded in Fluttershy’s direction. “Fluttershy offered to help us out, though.” Fluttershy gave a beaming smile and an enthusiastic nod. “Shouldn’t be a problem no more.”

“I should certainly hope not.” Rarity glanced over her friends, then back to Twilight. The scholarly unicorn had an almost distant look on her face. “Twilight? Is something troubling you?”

“Oh!” Twilight shook her head, then donned a smile. “I’m sorry, I was just thinking, I guess. It feels like it’s been a while since we’ve all been together like this. I’m happy to see all of you.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” Rarity looked around her nodding friends and smiled. “Well, I don’t know about all of you, but I am positively freezing. My new home has a fireplace, and I’ve been just dying to use it!” She gestured toward her new home. “Why don’t we head inside? Applejack, you know how to start a fire, don’t you?”

Applejack gave a solid nod.

“Splendid! While you’re busy with that, I’ll see if my mugs are still on the cart.”

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The sound of laughter seeped in through the window and the delicate layer of frost which glazed it. Another stray snowball thumped against the side of the house moments later. The culprits were indisputably Pinkie Pie and Scootaloo, deep in the throes of a snowball fight. Zecora met Applebloom’s curious stare from across her alchemy table, returning her thoughts to their conversation. They shared a smile.

“I’m sure she will appreciate it very much,” the zebra nearly whispered. “Your work always has a special touch.”

Nodding eagerly, Applebloom glancing back at her sister, then to Zecora. On the far side of the room, Rainbow Dash and Applejack were deep in conversation. Try as Zecora might to resist eavesdropping as she worked, with such sensitive ears, she was finding it very difficult. The young mare was providing an adequate distraction, however, making it easier to tune them out.

Appleboom leaned a little closer to the table. “An’ you promise not to tell her anything, right?”

“Goodness, Applebloom, do you think I’m unwise?” She chuckled softly, reaching for a bunch of pine needles. “I have no intention of spoiling your surprise.”

“Ah know, Ah ain’t sayin’ Ah don’t trust ya. It’s just important to me is all.” Applebloom craned her neck higher, trying to get a better look at what Zecora was doing. The zebra smiled and leaned back, giving her a clear view. “So what will this do once yer done mixin’ it?”

“Many requests have I been told for a potion to resist the cold. It is a very simple brew, hardly anything you’d call new.” Zecora paused, glancing to the clock hanging over Applejack and Rainbow Dash. “But this may be all the work I have time for today. In Rarity’s latest project, I have a part to play.”

Just looking in their direction was enough. Their words began to flood her ears, clear as crystal.

“…still haven’t talked to her, sugarcube?” The concern was evident in Applejack’s voice, even at such a low volume. “Ya gotta at least say yer sorry.”

“AJ, I haven’t told anypony about what happened.”

“That don’t mean it‘s just gonna go away, Dashie.” Applejack lifted a hoof to the pegasus’s shoulder. “This ain’t somethin’ a pony should keep bottled up.”

“Yeah…” Dash heaved a heavy sigh. “Yeah, I know.”

“What kinda project, Zecora?” Applebloom inquired.

Zecora happily returned her attention to her friend and mused, “The frozen ground will not yield to her, but she is quite a savvy entrepreneur. A shortage of gems she needs to amend, so a Diamond Dog deal is a means to this end.”

“She’s gonna what?!” Applejack shouted from across the room.

The outburst made Zecora feel less guilty about eavesdropping. “This is what she told to me. I will be accompanying her for security.”

“That’s crazy!” Dash fluttered across the room mid sentence, Applejack following close behind. “What if they try and ponynap her again?”

Zecora cocked a brow and put on a big, toothy grin. “Though I mostly detest this curse, to some of its effects, I’m not so averse. Neither of you need to fear. I promise to bring her safely back here.” She stepped away from her mortar and pestle, moving toward the front door. Her cloak rustled softly as she slipped into it. “So, if I’m not mistaken, it’s an hour past noon. I thank you for visiting, but I’ll be departing soon.”

The guests gathered their things and accompanied Zecora outside, waiting for Rarity with her. Only a few minutes after locking the door, Zecora’s ears perked to the sound of Rarity’s voice. The fashionista made her way down the freshly shoveled path, smiling and bidding hello to the ponies she passed, raising her voice to greet Zecora once she was at a resonable distance.

“Good afternoon, my dear! I trust you’re ready to—”

Applejack barred Rarity’s path. “Now hold on a minute! Yer really just gonna canter into Diamond Dog territory an try ta strike a deal with em’?!”

“I mean, seriously?” Dash added. “What makes you think you can trust those monsters?”

Arched brows were Rarity’s initial response. Zecora shrugged when the unicorn looked to her for an explanation. Rarity uttered a long, dramatic sigh, her breath rising as a dense fog.

“Yes, I do intend on attempting to strike a deal with the Diamond Dogs. They’re mining experts, and quite frankly, I haven’t the time or resources to devote to procuring my own supply of gems these days. Besides,” she said with a coy smile, “they can be reasonable if you know how to talk to them.”

“We’re comin’ with ya then.” The farmer glanced to her companion. “Right, sugarcube?”

Dash nodded.

“I appreciate the gesture, but that won’t be necessary.” Applejack and Rainbow Dash went slack jawed. Rarity locked eyes with the zebra again, nodding in her direction. “I believe Zecora will be capable of providing more than enough protection.”

“We’ll return before dark, you’ll see.” Zecora smiled, bowing her head. “I promise that you needn’t worry.”

Rarity flashed a smile, turning toward the bridge out of town. “Quite. Now, let’s be on our way, shall we? Celestia won’t hold the sun just for us.”

“Well, shoot,” Applejack muttered. “Ya’ll come back safe, ya hear?”

Zecora smiled and glanced over her wither as she followed Rarity toward the edge of town.

Applebloom reared up on her hind legs, waving. “Otherwise we’ll come lookin’ fer ya!”

Some of the snow that had been shoveled was in the process of swirling back across the cobblestone. The bridge across the cliffs swayed gently, the banks of the river below glistening with ice. Whistling wind and creaking trees drowned out the last sounds of Duskhoof as they pressed into the Everfree Forest. Just a few weeks before the first snow, a wide road had been cleared through the forest, providing a straight shot to Ponyville. It seemed as though the forest was already trying to reclaim lost ground, its branches stretching over the road from both sides.

“So…” Rarity began. “We’re going to go in, make our proposition, and leave once business is concluded. No coercion, no false offers.”

“Provided that things go according to plan; we’ll just have to see how the events pan.” The zebra pursed her lips as a thought occurred. “But if I may be permitted to ask, what will you offer for their aid in your tasks?”

“Ah, yes, I suppose I should have addressed that sooner. At first, I thought that offering them bits would be pointless, because they essentially live separate from pony society.” The unicorn paused, lifting a hoof to her breast. “Then I thought to myself, Rarity, darling, just because they’re monsters doesn’t mean they don’t enjoy comfort and convenience!”

Rarity glanced back at Zecora, grinning. “So, I spoke with Princess Luna. She said that as long as they agree to follow the rules and act with civility, they are more than welcome to trade with us and use whatever resources are available at Duskhoof. Within reason, of course.” Rarity let her hoof drop, glancing around. “Should we turn here?”

Zecora nodded, scanning her line of sight and slowly swiveling her ears. The forest was teeming with life under its blanket of snow. In the distance, several timber wolves paused to look in their direction, blending seamlessly with their surroundings. Rarity levitated a few branches aside as she made her way into the brush, oblivious to their presence. They turned, then froze again as Zecora bared her fangs and emitted a low growl.

“Try me,” she breathed, her eyes flickering.

The timber wolves looked amongst one another before slinking away. Zecora snorted with satisfaction and stepped off the path.

“A decree like that carries great finality. Is their answer the hinge to our hospitality?”

“Well, no…” Rarity stepped over a fallen tree, weaving around the branches that threatened to catch in her mane. “Luna has already made the decision. They’re welcome to come and go whether they agree to help me or not, but I’m hoping that my bearing the olive branch will motivate them to make a deal.”

Gradually, the trees began to thin out, opening into a barren stretch of snow bordered by rocky ridges. A strong gust of wind tore across the plain, blowing up a cloud of snow. The pair of them braced against the sting. Zecora opened an eye cautiously as the wind died down. Several dirt mounds had been revealed, the closest of which Zecora began to inspect. They looked to have been filled in. Rarity joined her, chewing her lower lip.

“I see that I was correct in assuming that they would seal the entrances to their tunnels.” The unicorn met Zecora’s gaze, her ears folding back slightly. “Not that I want to ask any more of you than I have already, but I don’t suppose you would be capable of clearing the way?”

“Yes, I should think so.” The zebra rolled her head, her neck cracking. She studied the mound of frost-hardened earth, occasionally glancing skyward. A thick group of clouds began to block out the sun, bringing a grin to her lips. “Stand back while I deliver the blow.”

In the absence of sunlight, she felt her strength increase dramatically. She wasted no time unsheathing her knife, cutting a pair of thin lines behind her fetlocks. The warmth of her blood rolled toward her hooves, then spread to the sides. She reared up, fully engulfing her forehooves in glistening crimson. Jets of fog rolled away from her nostrils as she exhaled slowly, willing her blood to harden. Her breast swelled as she filled her lungs with fresh air, the rest of her body tensing, and then she released. With a thunderous crack, she drove her hooves straight down, forcing the frozen soil to shatter and shift around the points of impact.

Zecora eased some of the tension out of her body, letting the blood flow again. She could feel it seeping into the cracks, thawing the earth around her hooves as it spread outward. In a single, fluid motion, she whipped her head back, the rest of her body following. Massive chunks of frozen dirt and rock came with her, scattering out behind and around her. A warmer breeze rushed to meet her as she gazed down into the dark tunnel she had opened. Her wounds expelled any loose dirt or rock and sealed cleanly, but she directed her free blood into a pair of vials at her shoulders, corking them soon after.

“Wonderful!” Rarity squealed. “Thank you so very much!” She stepped out of her gleeful canter as she approached the edge of the tunnel, glancing back at Zecora. “Let’s get on with it then, shall we?”

They began their cautious descent into the dark passages of the diamond dogs’ home, Zecora leading the way. The tunnels greatly amplified any sound made in or around them, and her ears swiveled as tiny, distorted noises echoed to her. Through careful navigation, they eventually found themselves staring back at a rather startled-looking, bipedal canine. She leaned forward, narrowing her eyes, idly scratching the base of her ear with a massive front paw.

“Ponies?” she questioned, blinking several times. Rarity took a breath to respond, but the diamond dog interrupted her. “Nice try, Cliff, but I’m not falling for this again!”

“I’m not quite sure what you mean by that, but…” she put on a charming smile, and lifted her head proudly. “My name is Rarity, and I have come here with a business proposition!”

“Falling for what?” barked another diamond dog. “And who was that?” This one leaned around a corner, then perked his ears. “What are ponies doing here?!”

“Ponies?!” came a howl from further down the tunnel.

In minutes, the confused yapping of the dogs had become deafening to Zecora. She folded her ears back, trying to block out the noise. Rarity flashed a nervous smile as she tried to speak over the growing crowd, all of them pointing and shouting excitedly. Slowly, the unicorn began to recede, putting Zecora between herself and the dogs.

“Enough!” cried a single voice from behind the mob of canines. “Ponies, why have you come here?” A grey diamond dog wearing a red vest stepped through the mumbling gathering. He came to an abrupt stop as he laid eyes on Rarity. “You! What do you want, pony?!”

Rarity jumped on the chance to finally get a word in. She quickly stepped around Zecora, held up her head, and put on a confident smile.

 “Salutations to each and every one of you! We apologize for our unannounced arrival, but our purpose here is one that we feel you will greatly appreciate!” She looked over her audience, finally locking eyes with the dog wearing the vest. “You see, I would like to make you an offer, one that I believe is very reasonable.”

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Nearly a full week had passed since the last snowfall. The path from the house to the barn hadn’t needed any plowing in that span of time, for which Macintosh was grateful. However, as the walls of snow on either side of that path repeatedly melted and solidified, the occasional salting was necessary to keep the path from icing over. Brie had almost slipped once, and he wasn’t eager to see her topple over for real. Cows weren’t quite as nimble as ponies.

The late day sun cast an orange glow over the frozen landscape, which he admired as he made his way out to the barn.

“Applebloom,” he called from several paces to the door. “Didn’t you hear the dinner bell? We ain’t gonna eat without ya.”

Silence filled the space between him and the barn. He glanced toward the glowing horizon again, smiling. A blur of movement passed through the edge of his vision. It was gone before he could get a proper look, vanished into the orchard. Did Ah imagine that? He asked himself, his smile evaporating.

“Applebloom,” he called again, this time more urgently. “You alright in there? Ah think… Ah might ‘a just seen another critter from the Everfree!”

A muffled shout came from within. It was definitely Applebloom, but he couldn’t understand what she had said. Anxiety got the better of him. He charged the remaining steps and flung the door open, expecting to see his sister half changed to stone, or pinned under some ugly beast.

Instead, she was dragging a tarp toward what looked like some sort of mannequin. The mannequin’s left hind leg, from the hock down, had been replaced with what looked like a hinged bludgeon. She immediately dropped the tarp, stomped, and snorted. She had one of his jackets on, and the fact that she was just about swimming in it made her display of frustration almost sickeningly cute.

“Ah said Ah would just be a minute!” she seethed, wrinkling her nose.

Relieved, though mildly confused, Macintosh began to relax. “Is this why you’ve been out here so much lately?” He took a few steps closer as Applebloom maintained her angry pout. “What is it?”

“It’s a surprise fer Applejack,” she stomped again, “an’ Ah don’t want you spoilin’ it!”

“Ah ain’t gonna spoil anything.” He smiled as he settled back on his haunches. She had a heater glowing softly just a few paces away, keeping the immediate area around it fairly warm. “What is this, though?”

Applebloom grinned as she tapped the metal and wood that replaced the mannequin’s left hind. “That peg ain’t exactly a fittin’ replacement fer her old leg, so… Ah decided to make her somethin’ more ‘propriate!”  

She gave the leg a push and stretched it back, a tensing sound coming from within the contraption as it followed what appeared to be a natural range of motion. It swung back into place the moment she let it go, apparently providing balance for the mannequin without any outside assistance.

For at least a minute, Macintosh was speechless. He leaned in closer to study it, noting that all the hinges mirrored the joints of an actual leg. “You did this all by yerself, Applebloom?”

The young mare’s smile was positively radiant. “Ah sure did! Well…” Her smile faded as she glanced away, returning as she met Mac’s gaze again. “Zecora gave me a few anatomy charts an' a bit of advice here an' there, but Ah did all the plannin' an buildin' by mahself! Ah just finished this'un a lil’ while ago." Applebloom gave the leg a few taps, grinning. "First one that actually works, far as Ah can tell.”

Macintosh grinned. “Just in time fer Hearthswarmin’, hmm?”

“Mmhmm!” Applebloom nodded excitedly, then came to an abrupt stop. “Do you think she’ll like it?”

“If it’s somethin’ you put time an’ love into, then there ain’t a doubt in mah mind that she’ll like it. Ah’m proud of you, an’ Ah’m sure she will be too.” Macintosh got back to his hooves, grabbed the tarp she had been carrying, and threw it over the mannequin. With a grin, he added, “But that don’t change the fact that dinners waitin’ on both of us!”

“Race ya!” she shouted, already pushing her way outside. “Loser’s gotta wash the dishes!”

“You didn’t even turn off the heater!” He did so with the click of a dial, then galloped after her.

Brie was waiting on the front porch, smiling as she watched the two of them sprint toward the house. Her mane and ribbons fluttered in the breeze.

Applebloom squealed as Macintosh caught up to and then passed her, biting his tail in an attempt to regain lost ground. When his forehooves met the porch with a wooden ‘clunk’, she heaved an exasperated growl from second place. Macintosh noted her scowl, snickered, and nosed her forehead.

“How about Ah help you with the dishes?” He craned his neck toward Brie, smiling and touching noses, then held the door open for them both. “There’s somethin’ I might need yer help with that ain’t fit fer discussion over dinner.”

Applebloom nudged past him, wiping her hooves on the mat inside. “What is it?” she asked as she wiggled out of the jacket.

“Just a lil’ project of mah own.” Once Brie had stepped inside, Macintosh followed and closed the door behind him, shaking off the chills.

“Why wouldn’t you want to talk about it over dinner?” the cow asked, pawing at the mat under her hooves. “Is everything alright?”

“Ah dunno…” Macintosh shrugged, looking Brie in the eyes. “Cause it’s Hearthswarmin’ Eve, an’ Ah don’t think that’s appropriate talk at the table. Anyway, Ah hit a wall with the design, an Ah reckon Applebloom is a mite better at tinkerin’—” The stallion started to turn toward Applebloom, but he froze on the spot, his eyes widening as his gaze centered on his younger sister.

“Shucks, thank you.” Applebloom glanced back at him, then cocked her head. “Mac? What’s wrong?”

He felt Brie gently nudge him, leaning around to try and look him in the eyes. “Macintosh?”

The shock began to wear off, and Macintosh thrust a hoof in Applebloom’s direction. “Her flank! Applebloom, yer flank! Look!”

“Oh my…” Brie murmured, a smile spreading across her lips. “Applebloom…”

The young mare scrunched her nose and looked back at herself. “Shoot, if Ah got a lil’ oil on me, it’ll wash—” She trailed off, her expression going blank as she saw what Macintosh was pointing at.

An image of a blueprint now adorned her flank. It took Macintosh a moment to realize that the blueprint displayed schematics for an apple, a quarter slice removed to show the interior. Applebloom reached back with a trembling hoof, tapping her flank several times, as if her newly acquired cutie mark might dissolve. It stayed put, even as she heaved a deep, shuddering breath, tears welling up in her eyes.

“Wow,” she breathed. “Ah… Ah wasn’t even…”

Macintosh approached slowly, smiling as Applebloom lifted her gaze. A few tears rolled down her cheeks, but her smile was bright as the sun. With one foreleg, Mac pulled her in for a hug, nuzzling between her ears.

“Just in time fer Hearthswarmin’.” He chuckled softly. “Ah don’t think any of yer gifts are gonna top that.”

Applebloom snorted out a laugh, then took a long, wet breath through her nose. Mac heard Brie coming up behind them, smiling as she leaned closer to give Applebloom’s mark a closer look.

“What’s the holdup out there?” Applejack called into the hallway. “Dinner ain’t gettin’ any warmer!”

“We should surprise them,” the cow suggested with a whisper. Mac saw a spark of playful mischief in her eyes as she met his gaze, then focused on Applebloom. “Wouldn’t that be a fun?”

Eagerly nodding, Applebloom stepped away from them both, taking a few deep breaths and wiping the tears from her eyes. She stopped just shy of the dining-room door, motioning for them to enter first with a few waves of her hoof. Macintosh grinned, nodded, and trotted in behind Brie.

Rainbow Dash and Applejack looked up from Grannie Smith. “Well,” Applejack began, “that’s two outta three. Where’s our sister?”

With as stern an expression as he could manage, Macintosh said, “Stay calm now, but somethin’ happened to Applebloom on the way here. Ain’t that right, Brie?”

The cow nodded, feigning a serious expression. “Oh yes, I can hardly believe it myself.”

“Heavens,” Grannie shouted, “Is she alright?!”

Without waiting for an answer, Dash just about launched out of her chair. Applejack was close behind her, swiftly hobbling around the table. Macintosh and Brie pressed closer together, blocking the door.

“Hold on just a minute!” Mac reared up and grabbed Dash as she tried to squeeze through from above. “Ain’t nothin’ bad that happened to her!”

From the other side of the doorway, Applebloom shouted, “Ah’m fine, everypony! Quit yer worryin’!”

Applejack slowed to a stop, leaning closer to Brie and peering at her out of one eye. Brie bit her lower lip, visibly trying not to laugh. Dash squirmed and thrashed between Mac’s forelegs until she finally slipped free, at which point she relaxed and returned all four hooves to the floor.

“Ya’ll may think this is a riot,” Applejack barked, “but Ah seen too much trouble the last few months to think this is funny!” She tried to look around Mac and Brie, still wearing a sour expression. “Applebloom, did you put them up to this? What happened?”

“Oh, Ah’ll tell ya what happened, but ya gotta guess somethin’ first!” Applebloom gave Macintosh a little nudge, and in turn, he nodded to Brie. Applebloom cantered between them, holding her head proudly. “Ah got somethin’ Ah’ve been lookin’ for while Ah was out in the barn!”

A puzzled look was shared between Applejack, Dash, and Grannie Smith.

“Is this like a riddle?” The elderly mare scratched behind her ear. “Write it down fer me. Ah think better on paper.”

Wearing a beaming grin, Applebloom shook her head. “Nope, ain’t a riddle! Ah really did get somethin’ out there. Somethin’ Ah’ve been… missin’.”

“Would’ya just tell us already?” Applejack grumbled with a pout. “Me an’ Grannie worked hard on this dinner, an’ it’s gonna get cold if you three don’t quit actin’ weird an’ eat it.”

Dash practically reared as she perked up. “Your cutie mark?!”

Applebloom leapt out from between Mac and Brie, grinning from ear to ear as she turned to the side to show off her cutie mark. The room went completely silent, but the silence was short lived. The sounds of joy that erupted from Rainbow Dash and Applejack weren’t words as much as a series of unintelligible noises. They were torn between smothering Applebloom with hugs and and kisses, and pulling back to gaze in gleeful awe at her mark. The commotion nearly drowned out Grannie Smith’s own not-so-intense celebration as she slowly made her way toward Applebloom.

Macintosh saw a change come over the young mare in those few moments, as if somepony had flipped a switch. Perhaps, in the hallway, the sheer shock of finally getting her mark had been too much for her to fully process; now that the rest of her family was acknowledging and cheering for her, she began to laugh and weep in the same hysterical breaths.

He sniffled quietly, lifting a fetlock past his smile to the corner of his eye, wiping away a few tears. His attention was drawn away from his family when he felt Brie nuzzling against him.

“Aww, Macintosh.”

Try as he might, he couldn’t subdue the mist in his eyes. He chuckled, sniffling again. “Sorry.”

Brie shook her head. “No need to be.” She giggled softly and kissed him on the nose. “Happy Hearthswarming.”

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“Twilight.”

The unicorn lifted her head off the windowsill just enough to glance down at Spike. He met her idle gaze with big eyes and a brow heavy with concern. Twilight Sparkle sighed quietly and let her head flop back down on her forelegs, slouching against the wall and windowsill like melted wax. She felt a claw on her back, his scaly face lingering out of the corner of her eye.

“Will you tell me what’s wrong, at least?” Spike edged closer, clearly trying to get her to look at him. “You’re seriously worrying me here. This isn’t like you.”

Twilight stared blankly out the window. “I dunno, Spike… I’m not even sure if I should be upset at all. Part of me thinks that I’m just overreacting.”

“Yeah, that’s pretty vague.” The little dragon settled in next to her, adopting a similar stance as he slumped against the windowsill. “What are you overreacting to?”

Though she drew a breath to reply, she couldn’t form anything coherent, and decided to just exhale instead. Her gaze drifted over Ponyville, and the countryside beyond. 

The very last snow of winter had fallen two nights prior, not that it mattered much at this point. In the span of a few hours, the landscape had changed dramatically; from vast stretches of grey and white to muted earth tones. With Twilight in charge of planning, it had been another successful and efficient Winter Wrap-up. So efficient, in fact, that they had finished just an hour after noon, very nearly breaking the record set last year. Quite a few ponies found that cause enough for celebration, and she could hear a party on the other side of the glass, just down the road. Evidently, so could Spike.

“Well, if you’re not gonna tell me, at least try and go out and do something besides moping around.” He put on a little smile, resting a claw on her back once again. This time, he started rubbing. “Wanna check that out over there? It sounds like they’re having a great time!”

“A party without Pinkie Pie?” Suddenly, she found the words she was looking for. Twilight pushed herself away from the window, locking eyes with her draconic familiar. “Spike, I miss my friends. When was the last time we saw everypony?”

Spike cocked his head to one side. “We just saw Applejack and Rainbow Dash.”

“Yeah, but…” She briefly glanced away. “We were doing work; getting ready for spring. It’s not the same. And even if I did hang out with them, it wouldn’t be like it used to be, you know?”

“I guess,” he murmured, nodding.

Twilight knitted her brow. “And what about Pinkie Pie? Or Fluttershy?” She lowered her head, coming closer to eye level with him. “When was the last time either of us saw Rarity or Zecora?” Spike started to answer, but she cut him off. “More than a month, Spike! I haven’t seen their names on my schedule for more than a month!”

Spike’s expression brightened. “Hey, why don’t we go visit them? Duskhoof isn’t that far away! It’ll be fun!”

She shook her head vigorously. “I can’t just show up at their homes, Spike. I feel like… things are different now.”

“Different how?!” Spike crossed his arms, almost pouting up at her. “Just because they moved doesn’t mean we can’t go see them!”

“It’s not because they moved, Spike. It’s… you know how when Applejack and Rainbow Dash started dating—openly dating, I mean—trying to hang out with them by ourselves was just a little uncomfortable?” She paused to wait for his response, continuing when he offered a nod. “When everyone gets together, it’s not so bad because it’s a group thing, but if it’s just you or me, or even both of us…”

“A third wheel thing,” he stated with a grimace. “Right?”

Frowning, Twilight nodded in agreement. “And now Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy are a couple, so I don’t even have to guess that going there by myself would be weird—”

The hope in Spike’s voice was unmistakable as he uttered, “What about Rarity?!”

“What if she’s busy, Spike? She’s Luna’s personal seamstress now, on top of doing commissioned work.” Twilight shook her head, turned away from him and crossed the room. She began to pace. “I don’t want to just wander out there and find out that everypony already has plans. That would make me feel even worse than I feel now.” She squeezed her eyes shut and groaned under her breath. “I should have tried to plan for this ahead of time… I just figured, hey, they’re my friends. Of course they’ll stop in to visit little old me on a day like today!”

“You… were counting on them to be spontaneous?” he asked, narrowing one eye.

“I don’t know, Spike…” Twilight sighed and slowed to a stop. “I feel guilty for feeling like this at all. I know that things could be much, much worse, but...” She took a deep breath, swallowing to try and keep her voice from wavering. There were so many things she wanted to say, but she couldn’t find the strength to say them. Finally, she nearly whispered, “It kind of hurts.”

“Geeze…” The dragon ran a claw through his quills. “How long have you been feeling like this?”

“Since a little while before the last time we visited Duskhoof,” she sighed, looking down at the floor. “It just didn’t really hit me until today.”

He nodded slowly. “Well, if you never see them, why don’t you try writing to them?”

Twilight practically jumped for joy. “Ah! Spike, you’re a genius!”

 “Well,” Spike began, rubbing the back of his head and grinning. “Not to brag…”

“I’m going to write to Celestia first, though.” She started down the stairs, briefly glancing back. “Maybe she’ll have some insight on this whole thing.”

Spike began to follow. “You want my help?”

“No, this is kind of personal. I can do it myself.” She stopped at the landing, smiling up at him. “But thank you for offering.”

With a nod and a smile, Spike stepped out of sight. “Let me know when you need me!”

For a moment, Twilight tried to recall the last time she had written a letter to Celestia regarding friendship. It felt as though she and her mentor had reached an unspoken agreement some time ago, long before any of the chaos that Mahara had left in her wake; one that acknowledged the completion of Twilight’s studies. Celestia herself seemed less like a teacher and more like a close friend at this point. The letters they exchanged reflected this, devoid of lessons learned, and instead detailing plans for visits or tales of recent events.

Truthfully, Twilight had been content with that. She was enjoying life with her friends in Ponyville, knowing that she could return to Canterlot at any time and choosing to stay. Now that anxiety was holding the reins, she felt as though she were in freefall. A nervous chill ran through her as she levitated her quill out of the ink well.

“Dear Celestia,

“I know that I just wrote back to you yesterday, and that you’re likely still reviewing legislation for the auto-carriage laws, but I need a bit of advice. Who better to turn to for advice than a princess, after all?”

Celestia was sure to find that amusing, and referring to Celestia as a princess brought back all sorts of fond memories. Her smile was fleeting.

“I recall writing to you about how Rarity moved out to Duskhoof a few months ago. Well, it would seem that this turn of events has left me feeling a bit depressed, for lack of a better word. I didn’t fully realize it until just shortly before writing this, but now that I think about it, it makes a lot of sense.

“It seems like all my friends have more or less gone their separate ways, and I’m not really sure what to do about it. They’re not angry with one another or anything like that. In fact, Applejack and Fluttershy seem like they’re well on their way to going back to the way things used to be between them, from what I can tell. The issue, at least for me, is that it seems like life has just taken everypony off in different directions. Applejack and Rainbow Dash are very happy together, and it felt like Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy are as well. I have no doubts that Rarity is going to do amazing things with her new position in Luna’s court. Zecora was doing great with her potions business the last time I visited her, too.

“But, if I can be honest with you, it just feels like I’ve been left behind.”

With the quill hovering over the parchment like a dagger, Twilight stared at the last line she had written. She narrowed her eyes with disgust and scribbled it out.

“Spike suggested writing to them all, and I completely agree, I just wish that I had thought to do it sooner. I’m actually afraid that they’ve outgrown me. I was so happy just being here with all of them that I never stopped to think that I should have been growing with them. I don’t mean in terms of magical skill, or trust, or learning lessons about friendship. I mean that, looking at myself now, I feel like I’ve become stagnant. All of my friends have found love, or have had some big break that is undoubtedly going to bring them fortune and fame, and I’m very happy for all of them, but what about me? I’m just a glorified librarian tethered to schedules that I impose on myself, but without the schedules, I wouldn’t know what to do with my time.

“And that pretty much sums up how I feel right now. I don’t want to lose my friends, but I have no idea what to do about it.”

On any other day, she would have felt a tingling on her lips as she as she chewed the feathery end of her quill, but she felt nothing but numbness. It occurred to her that Celestia might be rather shocked by the contents of her letter. She felt obligated to alleviate any concern, though she doubted how effective her attempt might be.

“I know this is going to be a lot to process all at once, so don’t worry if you’re busy, or if you need to think it over. I’m not going to do anything rash, so don’t worry about that, either. I just need some advice right now, and you’re the only pony I could think to ask for help.

“Sincerely,

“Twilight Sparkle”

Twilight sat back from the table and put the quill back into the fountain.

The first pony you thought to ask for advice isn’t even your own mother or father. Twilight shut her eyes and gritted her teeth, fighting to keep tears out of her eyes. What is wrong with me?

She snatched the pen out of the fountain and frantically scrawled under her signature.

“P.S. I’m attaching a letter I would like sent to my parents. I know that you have better things to do than handle my mail, but if you could please have it delivered to them, it would mean a lot to me.”

Several moments were spent reflecting on all the emotion which she had just poured out onto the page. The urge to take the letter and rip it up was overwhelming. Instead, she put her quill back to work.

“P.P.S. I promise that I’m okay. Really. Sorry if any of this worries you.”

Hardly satisfied, but unsure what else to write, she rolled up Celestia’s letter and sealed it. Another roll of parchment drifted slowly toward her as she wrapped it in her telekinetic grasp. Several minutes passed as she stared at the blank page. She couldn’t even remember the last time she had written home.

Twilight took a deep breath, sighed, and put quill to parchment.

“Hi mom, hi dad,

“I know it’s been a while since the last time you heard from me. I want to apologize for that. I also know that you’ve always supported me and encouraged me to be the best pony I can be, but I’m not sure if I’ve lived up to those aspirations. I’m sorry for that, too.

“This is a pretty glum note to start on, but I just want you to know that I’m going to try and be a better daughter. I’m going to write home more and I’m going to visit more, and most importantly, I want you both to know how much I love you, and how grateful I am for such amazing parents.”

Thinking about her family brought on a wave of nostalgia. To her disappointment, memories that should have been happy were infected with the melancholy that had consumed her. Twilight furrowed her brow and choked down a shudder.

“I’m in a bit of a dark place right now, but I promise that I’ll be okay. I’m just doing a lot of thinking about my life and I don’t like the conclusions I’m coming to. It seems like all my friends are making big changes in their lives, so maybe it’s time for me to do the same.

“I hope Cadence and Shining Armor are doing well. They had just had a foal the last time I heard from them, but that was a while ago. I wish I could remember their colt’s name, but I can’t, and that feels pretty awful. Another reason why I’m going to try and be a better daughter.”

Writing it a second time strengthened her resolve to make good on her promise. She felt as though she had nothing more to say, and considering the size of her letter to Celestia, she was left feeling guilty.

“Anyway, don’t worry, but please write back soon. I love you both.

“Your daughter,

“Twilight Sparkle”

A feeling of relief came over Twilight once she put the quill back. It wasn’t complete, but just writing out her feelings had brought her marginal peace of mind. She sealed the letter to her parents, then tucked it inside the letter to Celestia.

“Okay, Spike,” she called, looking up to the second floor. “I’m ready to send these.”

The click and scrape of Spike’s claws as he came rushing down the stairs made her smile and, seeing her smile, Spike’s expression was positively radiant. She levitated the letters into his claws, and with a deep breath and a woosh of green flame, he had sent them on their way.

Spike peered up at her, still smiling. “So what did you write about?”

“Oh… personal things… things that were on my mind.” She shrugged and sat down next to the desk. “A lot of it was there for a while, but I just hadn’t really given it a lot of thought.” She looked to the side, furrowing her brow. “Do I come off as absent minded, Spike?”

He cocked his head. “What do you mean?”

“Like, I don’t prioritize things correctly?” She lifted a forehoof and waved it in a circle. “I put the wrong things ahead of what should really be important?”

“Oh…” Spike put his claws on his hips, idly looking around. “I dunno, maybe?”

“Mmm…” She slowly got back to her hooves and headed for the stairs. “I’m gonna lay down for a little while. Take a nap. Let me know when Celestia responds, okay?”

Spike nodded slowly, his cheer completely evaporated. Twilight was practically dragging her hooves by the time she reached her bed. Somewhere in the process of climbing the stairs, she had been gripped by intense lethargy. She crawled onto the bed, ignoring the sheets and just sprawling across the comforter. Sleep never came. For what felt like eternity, she stared at the wall across from her, her mind a convoluted mess of self-doubt and concern for what the future might hold.

When Spike brought her back to reality, she was grateful.

“She responded,” he chimed, forking over the letter. “It didn’t come sealed, so I read it. I hope that’s okay.”

His enthusiasm was infectious, and she found herself grinning.

“Dearest Twilight,

“You’ve picked an odd time to come down with the winter blues, considering that spring begins tomorrow.

“As you may have gathered, I’m a bit overwhelmed of late, so it would benefit me if you could discuss these things with me face to face. In fact, if it wouldn’t be too much to ask of you, I think we might be able to help one another. A pony with a sharp mind and diligent work ethic could greatly help me with some of the duties bearing down on me as of late. This would also free up for me something that I think we could both use; a chance to spend time with a good friend.

I was feeling a little impulsive, so I’ve already sent a chariot for you at the time of writing this, and the room I’ve had  arranged for you should be ready well before you arrive. I know that you have a great deal of responsibilities in Ponyville, but if you wouldn’t mind, I would like to request that you clear your schedule.

“The choice is yours, of course. I hope to see you and Spike within the next few hours.

“Your friend,

“Celestia

“P.S. Delivering the letter to your parents is no trouble at all. It is en route as I write this. I’m sure they’ll be happy to hear from you.”

Spike was just about bobbing up and down when she looked up from the letter and met his gaze. She smiled and clutched the parchment to her breast, nodding.

“I think I’m gonna be okay, Spike.”

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