Fluttershy hummed softly to herself as she trotted through the Ponyville market. Today was her grocery shopping day, and she was aptly prepared. Resting on her back were a set of old brown saddlebags, full of small scrapes and a patched up hole here and there, but otherwise intact. Sitting on top of her head, snuggling into her soft pink mane was Angel, who idly looked around at the various vendors. Every once in awhile he would perk up and gaze hungrily at a nearby vegetable stall, but he knew better than to run off and take something. His mistress would get to it eventually.
The pegasus moved at a relaxing pace through the street, taking in the sights and sounds of a busy Ponyville day. There was much more chatter and commotion than usual, but she had gotten used to it from her uncountable past trips. By this point, it was nice to see everypony, whether or not she really knew them.
That was when she spotted a pony that she did know. Twilight Sparkle stood near the fountain, le
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“That’ll be four bits, hun.”
Lyra threw four coins on the counter and levitated a paper bag next to her. Behind the desk was Bon Bon, smiling cheerfully as she put the money away. It was a normal day at the candy store, and Lyra was picking up her usual snack. The unicorn grinned as she peered into the bag, then said “Thanks a lot, Bons. I’ll see you later, alright?”
“Of course, Lyra. I get out at my usual time,” Bon Bon replied, poking at the cash register.
“Got it!” With that, Lyra walked out of the store with a bag of candy and a spring in her step. She pulled one of the treats out of the bag and popped it in her mouth, savoring the sweetness and flavor of it. Bon Bon’s candy shop was one of the best in town, second only to Sugarcube Corner itself, and even then, it had confections that the Cake’s place didn’t. It was the place to go if you wanted to get your candy fix, and Lyra needed one daily.
A New Spell
The old wizard studied his reflection in the large hourglasses polished surface. Heavy wrinkles creased across his forehead, while bags hung under his faded violet eyes. Below his chin lay a mighty, snow-white beard, which he couldn’t help but smile at. It was his namesake, and something he took the utmost care of, because they didn’t call him ‘Starswirl the Bearded’ for nothing. After the momentary reflection on his title, he looked back to the rest of his features. One thing was certain: he was getting old.
“Tell me, Clover, how is the luxury of youth treating you?” he asked, glancing over the sands trickling into the bottom of the hourglass. A moment of silence passed before he looked to his side and saw his student huddled over one of the many library desks, poring over a book. With a slight smile, he trotted over to Clover.
The moon’s light poured through the top of the room, shining onto Clover’s pages. How resourceful... Sta
A Sound In the Forest
Pale moonlight flowed through the window, illuminating a yellow pegasus with a messy pink mane. She was snuggled beneath the covers of her bed, snoring peacefully as the night wore on. Every so often she mumbled something about one of her animal friends, but otherwise the only noises were the quiet chirping of crickets and the hoot of an owl.
Fluttershy turned over in her bed, dragging the sheets with her. It had been a long and tiring day. Most of it had been spent searching for a goat who had wandered into the forest and gotten itself lost. By the time Fluttershy had found him and returned to her cottage, it was past dinner time. When she finally collapsed into bed, all she wanted was a good night’s rest.
Yet Fluttershy was drawn from her peaceful slumber. She cracked open her eyes and sat up in bed. She didn’t know what had roused her, until a sound drifted through the window. Turning her head, her ears swiveled forward, trying to pick up the sound again. Sure enough, it
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Twilight’s eyes slowly opened as the morning sunlight glinted through the shutters and onto her face. With a yawn, she sat up and rubbed her face, waiting for the tiredness to wear off. “Daily... daily routine,” she mumbled, beginning a chain reaction in the room.
As her hooves swung off the bed and landed on the floor, the shutters flipped open, allowing the light to flood in. On the far side side of her bedroom, the television switched on, displaying the daily news channel. The smell of coffee made its way to her nostrils. She took a breath, and sighed happily. “Today’s the day,” she said, trotting over to her dresser and looking into the mirror.
She brushed her hair as she usually did, humming as she gently stroked through it with the comb. Twilight wanted to look her best for her first day back since she’d been captured, and right now she was looking better than ever. After she was satisfied with her mane, she walked to her closet. As
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“Day twelve.” Twilight looked into the camera lens and sighed. “Flight test number four. Attempting mid-air navigation and thrust control. Let’s... let’s get this over with.” She adjusted the mouth control and positioned it in front of her. “On three. One... two... three.”
With a pop, jets at the bottom of each boot flared to life as they were pumped with magical energy. The flames increased in intensity as they lifted Twilight off the ground, and she desperately fought to keep herself stable. It reminded her of the single time she attempted to go ice skating.
Once she was several feet off the ground, her acceleration slowed and she came to a delicate hover. Her limbs wobbled and swayed, but otherwise kept her upright. Taking a deep breath through her nose, she leaned forward and began inching in the same direction. Alright, good, this is working. I am in the air and moving forward. Yes. Good. she thought, beads of sweat beginning