A Bronie's Soul

I looked up, seeing my audience applauding me, smiling. I smiled too. I've always had a love for music, that's one thing I remember.

A bright flash emanating from the right side of my neck snapped me from my thoughts. It lasted around three seconds before dying down.

"What happened?" I asked, feeling the area for any imperfections.

"You got your cutie mark." Twilight replied, once again moving my arm to inspect the mark. "A black guitar pierced by a blue lightning bolt."

"Hmm… how about Electric String?" Luna suggested, scrunching her face up.

"No." I replied, a little more aggresive than I meant.

"Lightning Note?" Celestia said, scratching her chin.

I shook my head. "Nope."

"Vocal Shock! Vocal Shock!" Cadence yelled, bouncing slightly in her seat. She looked like a child.

"Nada. None of them feel right."

Discord and Twilight were having their own little conversation off the side, so I left them to it. I sat with the other princesses, thinking over what my name should be, but none of us had any ideas. That was, until Silva came over.

"How about Thunder Rift?" She asked, standing beside my chair. Celestia and Luna looked to each other, smiling slightly, while Cadence pounded her forehead repeatedly, shouting "Stupid, stupid, stupid!"

"I like it." I said, grinning. "No, I love it! It's absolutely perfect! Thank you Silva!" With that I leapt up and swept her in up a hug, completely ignoring all of the looks the Princesses gave me. After a second Silva, slowly, returned the hug and rested her head against my chest, her being a bit shorter than me. I heard her sigh quietly and smiled.

"Is there something between you two?" Discord asked, a mischievous tone to his voice. I glared at him, flaring my nostrils. Why was I being so defensive? Oh well.

"Shut up, Discord. Does the public know about YOUR relationship status yet?" That shut him up. He sat down, jaw hanging, as small sparks flew around his head. Twilight sighed and left, carrying the broken lord of chaos behind her in a purple aura.

"How did you do that?" Luna asked, staring at me. Silva and I separated, her blushing slightly. I smiled and offered her my seat, opting to just hover in the air instead.

"Simple, really." I replied, placing my hands behind my head and hovering upside-down. It was actually kind of relaxing. "Body language."

"I'm not familiar with this, and I'm fluent in seventeen different native tongues including Phrench and Chineighs." Celestia said, frowning. I couldn't help but laugh at her, resulting in a very good impression of a duck.

"Tia… can I call you Tia? Anyway, Tia, body language isn't a way you speak. It's the way your body shows how you feel." I explained, crossing my upside-down legs. "Like me. I feel comfortable here, so my body is relaxing. I'm not even thinking about how I'm flying right now, I just am."

"Oh…" she said, beet-red embarrassment flushing her cheeks.

"Anyway, what am I going to do here?" I asked, flipping back over and sitting, mid-air, on an invisible chair. Of course, it wasn't really there, but still…

"What do you want to do?" Luna asked, standing up. She began to make her way out of the room. "Until you figure that out, I think a room could be set up for you here."

I smiled warmly, bowing my head to her. "Thank you, Princess."

"Please, we're all already on a first-name basis, are we not?"

"Indeed we are!" Celestia yelled, smiling warmly. "In fact, I'd say you need a personal guard to protect you while you adjust."

The room fell into an awkward silence, Luna only half out the door, while what Celestia said settled in. The sound of a cricket filled the room after a second, causing sweat to form on the solar princess's brow.

"That's not a bad idea." I said. "Do you have any ideas?"

"Well…"

Celestia smirked mischievously, looking from me to Silva and back again. Silva, on her part, just blushed some more. I, however, panicked as my wings straightened out completely. I landed, painfully, on my flank and spluttered. This only made Celestia's smirk grow wider until it actually frightened me.

"Right then. Well. Call me when that gets sorted!"

And with that I flew out the room, down the hall and out the window.