Taylor Talkerby taywingChaptersPrologue: The Night Before the DawnChapter One: Breaking the IceChapter 2: Head in the CloudsChapter 3: Appreciation and It's ConsequencesPrologue: The Night Before the DawnTaylor Talker Prologue: The Night “I see. So, Winter-Wrap-Up really has picked up pace these past few years,” Taylor Talker stated. It certainly was impressive. If Mayor Mare was right, this “Twilight Sparkle”, now known as “‘Princess’ Twilight Sparkle”, had taken the reigns as all-team-organizer entirely restructured Winter-Wrap-Up. As such, the speed increased from a two and a half days, to about eight hours. “However, why would you want a greater speech now? This increase has been going on for a while, yes?” Taylor was a marine-blue pegasus with a speech-bubble cutie mark. He was an average pegasus by physical form, though he lacked weather-talent as he had been born in Las Pegasus rather than in Cloudsdale. “Indeed,” answered Mayor Mare, “but now we have a Princess among us, so I feel it needs to ring of more… prestige?... pride?” The Mayor paused, clearly pondering the best word. Taylor Talker rubbed his snout at the mention of royalty, a habit he had formed out of pride as a foal whenever he helped somepony. He had just moved to Ponyville earlier that same day, not stopping to speak to anypony as he had business on his mind. He had worked as the announcer for any events that came through town back home, but wanted something more consistent to bring in bits. It didn't hurt that Mayor Mare's offer position also gave him an excuse to escape the city-life. Taylor had only been pondering the idea as an option when he brought it up to Mayor Mare on her annual visit to discuss politics with the Maretropolis Mayor, which regularly rotated seat-holders. She immediately offered a modest public speaking position as her assistant. Mayor Mare was getting on in years, and her voice could no longer remain strong through a speech as it had through her time in office. Taylor didn't need any more deliberation on the matter. Mayor Mare needed him, which meant a town needed him, and he was always where he was needed. His devotion to those who needed him stemmed from that day back in basic flight training in Las Pegasus, where he was born. He hadn’t made any close friends. He knew some colts and fillies as pleasant acquaintances, but it never developed beyond that. However, that day changed all that. Taylor had been absentmindedly flying his laps around the course when he heard a broken, pained noise. He veered to the left of the course to find the cause, and heard an accompanying, angered tone. “… and really, who would blame coach? I’m surprised it took him this long t’a point out ‘cha weird wings, ya freak!” the angry voice attacked. Taylor locked his jaw. Nopony deserves to be talked to like that! Taylor tolerated being talked down to all the time: by his mother, teachers, and even random ponies on the street, but he had always remained silent. He knew that pain, but he was no proud Pegasus if he did nothing about somepony else in that pain. The voices were coming from behind the bleachers, so Taylor flew over the bleachers and dove. “Gaah!” the voices exclaimed. Taylor saw the two ponies now. A temporary transfer student from Cloudsdale named Thunderlane had been harassing a quiet-but-friendly acquaintance of Taylor’s named Snowflake. Snowflake was trembling, sobs escaping occasionally. Taylor stood between them, facing Thunderlane with defiance. “That’s enough, Thunderlane!” Taylor stated firmly. “Well, if it isn’t the wash-out helping the freak! This is priceless! It might be the first time I’ve heard you speak a full sentence to boot!” Thunderlane roared with laughter. Taylor could hear Snowflake stifling a new round of sobs behind him. “Wash-out”, that’s what most had called Taylor since he started here. He wasn’t particularly good at anything weather-related, so most pegasi looked down on him, but this moment wasn’t about him. “What gives you the right to call him a freak?” Taylor retorted, his voice raised but confident and stable. “He scored higher than you in the obstacle course every time!” Snowflake was at Taylor’s left side now, though still a bit back. There were signs of a smile trying to form on his face. “Only cuz it’s all flyin’!” Thunderlane complained. “I’m way better at runnin’!” “What a proud pegasus you are Thunderlane,” Taylor grinned sarcastically. Snowflake was clearly fighting to restrain a laugh. “You want to see what gives me the right to call him a freak, wash-out?” Thunderlane made a quick turn and bucked Taylor across the snout. Taylor managed to stay standing even as his nose started bleeding. Thunderlane was aghast when Taylor showed no reaction. “See, Thunderlane? You can’t even do that much right. That must hurt to hear coming from the ‘wash-out’,” Taylor stated in a matter-of-fact tone. Snowflake had clearly gained confidence and was beaming., although he did seem worried as he kept glancing at Taylor’s bleeding nose. Thunderlane stuttered before saying, “Whatever. I’ll be heading back to Cloudsdale tomorrow anyway, while you losers will be stuck here.” With that, he turned to fly off before the coach walked into view from the left side of the bleachers. His scowl made evident he had heard every word. After the teacher took Thunderlane away, Taylor subconsciously placed his hoof on his nose, not from the pain alone, but from knowing that pain meant Snowflake didn’t feel his pain anymore. Snowflake thanked Taylor feverishly before stopping to gawk at Taylor’s backside. Taylor couldn’t help but think he had truly earned the cutie mark that had appeared. Snowflake transferred soon after, but that day changed both young colts. “Taylor? Mr. Talker?” Mayor Mare questioned, breaking Taylor’s trance. Taylor shook his head before responding, “I’m sorry, Mayor. Could your repeat what you said?” “I said I think we have enough of an outline for you to go with and show me your skill tomorrow,” Mayor Mare responded, chuckling slightly at Taylor’s absentmindedness. Taylor reviewed their outline before replying, “Perfect.” Chapter One: Breaking the IceTaylor Talker Chapter One: Breaking the Ice "Fillies and gentlecolts! I stand here before you as the new voice of your longtime mayor: Mayor Mare. Understand: these are her words, but due to her long-lived candidacy, her voice is neigh what it used to be. I, Taylor Talker, am honored to serve her cause for the betterment of Ponyville. May her term last for years to come." There were a few cheers from the crowd standing in their team vests-- the tan, blue, and green huddled together, clearly giddy to begin, although antsy about the surprise speaker. The most surprised of which was the violet alicorn to Taylor's right. Princess Twilight adorned her signature vest as "all-team-organizer" and an expression somewhere between nerd-ly betrayal and curiosity. Taylor paused to stifle a chuckle before continuing. "Moving on to the event at hoof, Winter-Wrap-Up has dramatically improved over the past few years. As we all know, we owe a great deal of that improvement to our all-team-organizer and newest princess: Princess Twilight Sparkle!" The stage shook beneath Taylor as the crowd stomped an applause at her name. There was an audible "Yee-haw!" from an orange earth pony wearing a stetson, followed by a small flash of a rainbow over the crowd, in turn followed by a minor assault of confetti upon the stage. Taylor closed his mouth to avoid swallowing any and made a mental note to scold the pony who launched the unplanned confetti during a public announcement. He looked in the direction it had come from, but there was no trace of who or what had set it off. No matter, Taylor thought. I'll find out before the day is done. The applause dying out, he resumed speaking. "I'm sure we all have high expectations from her as always, just as we have equal confidence that those expectations will be met and exceeded. Mayor Mare and I wish her the best in her organization of our treasured day. We also have high hopes for every one of you! Your efforts are what make this all possible, so thank you from the bottom of our hearts!" More stomping and a noticeable grin on Mayor Mare's face to his left. That should do it. "Alright everypony, that wraps up our opening for the Wrap-Up!" There were a few chuckles. "Let's make this the best one yet!. Move out everypony!" The ponies quickly dispersed, heading for their respective team locations. Wearing a blue vest himself, Taylor flapped his wings in preparation to join the other pegasi in the clouds. However, a hoof on his left shoulder stopped him. "Yes, Mayor?" Taylor asked, turning his head and re-folding his wings. "You did marvelously! Consider your position secure," Mayor Mare stated happily. Her grin was contagious. The idea that he was helping her continue her service to such a happy town didn't hurt either. His hoof came up to his snout at the thought. "I'm as surprised as anypony that the mayor appointed a new public speaker," Princess Twilight pronounced," but I'm glad she was able to find somepony who shares her enthusiasm. Welcome to Ponyville!" What kind of town is this? Taylor thought hurriedly. One speech and I'm being directly welcomed by a princess? Is it a rhetorical statement? Am I supposed to respond then bow, bow then respond, or simultaneously both? Taylor's panicked train of thought was derailed in an instant as he realized he was now in front of the stage. He reasoned he had been jerked into that position, judging from the pain in his side. In front of him was an odd, wheeled contraption playing cheery carnival music. It promptly spouted confetti in his face. I think that search is over, Taylor thought back to the earlier confetti blast. A pink mare began dancing and singing in front of the machine. "Welcome, welcome, welcome, a fine welcome to you!" the pink mare sang. "What's happening?" Taylor panicked, his voice unintentionally loud. The music stopped and the pink earth pony promptly sat and looked on questioningly. He could see the mayor and princess looking equally confused at his reaction from the stage. It was the mayor who spoke first. "What do you mean, Taylor?" "All I did was give a speech and suddenly I'm being welcomed by a princess, assualted by this confetti machine and-" Taylor began to ramble. "You weren't assaulted by a confetti machine!" interrupted the pink pony. "This is my welcome wagon, and-" Taylor gave a small laugh at the name before motioning for the mare to continue. "And I welcome everypony like that, but I normally finish the song, and then I make the pony my new friend, and then i run all over town to plan a- oops! I'm not supposed to tell you that part, sorry!" she speedily babbled before bouncing off. Taylor assumed she was looking for an escape from the situation and was finally heading for her assigned work-post. He hoped so, at least. "I apologize for the confusion," said the princess. "I'm still getting used to being a princess and honestly try not to make a big deal about it. That was Pinkie Pie, and you may as well get used to the confetti bursts. They kind of come with the package." "Regardless," Taylor started, "thank you for the hospitality, your highness, mayor," Taylor said, bowing to each in turn. "At the moment, I think we are all needed elsewhere." Taylor stretched his wings in preparation for take-off. "Indeed, thank you again," Mayor Mare stated simply before trotting off to help with the plants. Princess Twilight began to glow in preparation to teleport, staying long enough to say, "Please, just call me Twilight," before popping elsewhere. With that in mind, Taylor took to the skies, eager for the task ahead. Chapter 2: Head in the CloudsChapter 2: Head in the Clouds Chapter 2 Head in the Clouds I wonder what's going to happen first, Taylor Talker pondered as he rose to the pegasi's meeting spot for the weather team. I hope the local weather manager isn't too upset with my delay. Taylor could hear orders being shouted by a somewhat-cracking voice as he neared the hovering group of blue-vested ponies in the midst of the brisk winter sky. Falling in on the edge of the crowd, Taylor could see the pegasus giving the orders was a rainbow-maned mare with a cyan coat. Taylor was reminded of the rainbow that flashed in the crowd earlier, but decided to keep any comments of the event to himself, lest he regret it under an even heavier work load. "Hey, you: new guy!" The cracking voice broke Taylor from his reverie with a jolt. After pausing to laugh for a second, the cyan mare continued. "What wingpower can you hold?" "Twenty one wingpower," Taylor responded mechanically. "Good, we're going to need it for the cyclone we use to sweep these clouds out of here. First, we need to break down some of the larger clouds to more manageable sizes. So, I'm assigning you to team eight, I want you to join your two teammates on the north side of town taking care of the cumulonimbus clouds we had up there for yesterday's snowstorm. Any questions?" "No." Taylor responded simply, taking off north. "Now get over there in ten seconds flat," shouted the rainbow maned pegasus behind him before turning back to address the others. Ten seconds flat? Surely, she's joking. It's another 3 miles before I reach that area. Nevertheless, Taylor flew as fast as he could, landing his first buck on a cumulonimbus in a surprising 29 seconds, his speed having been aided by a steady descent on the journey. Taylor grinned at the satisfying pop and poof he heard as a decent chunk dispersed into small bits. Taylor began to wonder about his teammates as he continued his work. I wonder where my teammates are, anyhow. Maybe they started on the far side so they could work their way-- “YEEEEAAAAAAAAHHH!” Taylor heard bellowed nearby. Taylor was so startled he completely missed his next buck. That was his last worry though. A cumulonimbus thunderhead nearby suddenly burst asunder, and Taylor was seriously considering hiding in the cloud behind him, but then he heard another voice. “Good work, Snowflake,” a much more managed, but still excited voice replied. “We'll have this done in no time at this rate! Hey, that one next, looks like some work's already been done on it.” Taylor didn't think in the next few seconds, instinct to survive took over. A stark white pegasus: terribly muscular, mouth foaming, and eyes blaring red, was charging straight at Taylor, moving toward the cloud behind him. All Taylor could do was react as though a train was about to hit him, although, it occurred later that that may have been less painful. Taylor closed his wings to drop beneath the rabid “iron horse” approaching him and spread his wings once safely out of contact range. The last part was a miscalculation. A terribly loud pop rang through the air as the cloud was destroyed behind him, but the rush of air was far too much for Taylor's flight skill, so he began to tumble through the air as the blat of air pressure met his wings from behind. I'm falling, Taylor realized as his world became a tilt-a-whirl of bland colors. I can't recover, Taylor thought, realizing one of his wings was sprained and stuck straight open, adding to the pain. I need help. The ground was closer every time Taylor saw it now. “Help me!” Taylor shouted, his voice lost in the rush of air. Taylor closed his eyes and began to brace for impact, but felt a sharp pain through his body when he felt something under his forelegs jerk him in another direction before they could close against him. “That, my friend,” stated the more pleasant voice from earlier, “was too close.” It took Taylor a few seconds to realize that he was no longer falling. He opened his eyes to see what was going on and noticed he was being carried to a cloud by a dark-coated pony with an oddly silver mane. Taylor felt like he had met this pony somewhere before. Taylor was placed on a small cumulus cloud before anypony spoke again. “I'm sorry about that,” the pegasus continued, “my teammate and I got real carried away, huh? We're team eight on the weather team, and we were assigned to clear the larger clouds in this area.” “Right,” Taylor groaned experimentally stretching his wing to measure the extent of the injury. Apparently, it was not one that would last past a good night's rest, but one that would have the pain to make up for it. “I'm Taylor Talker, and I was just given orders to aid team eight and was working on the last cloud that cra-” Taylor was abruptly interrupted by a hoof in his mouth. “Do NOT call him the 'C' word if you want that wing to be your only problem. He doesn't take kindly to that sort of thing. And you've seen what he can do when excited,” The other pony explained. Taylor nodded and the other pony removed his hoof and spoke again, “I thought your speech was pretty cool, Mr. Talker,” Mr.? Taylor thought, “I'm sorry again about the wing. Guess we aren't making the best teammates right now, huh?” Taylor heard an odd buzzing approaching and was surprised to see it belonged to the white pony from earlier, who was now approaching the other pony. “How bad'd I get him Thunderlane?” came his oddly soft-spoken yet understandably gruff voice. “Nohing to serious, I think. Right, guy?” Thunderlane questioned. “No, just a sprain,” Taylor said, gesturing to his out-streched wing. “I won't be able to help you guys now though.” “NNOOOOOOOOooo!” came a pained bellow from the white pony. “I hurt a teammate!” Remind me to say only the most emotionally neutral thing possible around this pony, Taylor thought. “Well, I'll be fine soon enough. I'll just have to kind of sit out the weather-control team this year. I can go help some-pony else on the ground.” Taylor then noticed this ponies cutie-mark was a simple snowflake, just like that friend from a long time ago, but surely this couldn't be him. Wait, aren't all cutie marks unique? Taylor wasn't left long to ponder on it. “Hey! I know that cutie mark,” The bulky pegasus exclaimed. Not sure how much more my ears can take, Taylor mentally complained. “I thought it was you when you said your name earlier! How've ya been buddy?” Taylor now found himself one-leg-hugged by this muscular titan. “I'm sorry, but I'm not very good with faces,” Taylor explained. “I wouldn't recognize me either after all that changed. It's me, pal: Snowflake.” Taylor nearly fell off the cloud in shock. “Thunderlane,” Snowflake continued, “You know who this is right, the one who put you in your place way back when you used to be mean? 'Course, who'd guess you were ever mean now?” Snowflake laughed. Thunderlane dropped his head a bit, “Yeah, I recognized him immediately, but I was kind of glad he didn't recognize me. New start and what not, you know?” Taylor was speechless. For the first time in years, he simply did not have the words to fit the situation. All he could do was stare agape, no longer paying any attention to the pain in his wing. “Hey, I thought you three would have this done in no time flat, and he you are, chatting!” Taylor recognized the voice behind him as belonging to the weather team leader. “I'm especially disappointed in you rookie! Wait, what the hay is up with your wing?” Taylor turned to explain to her, but when he saw her face she had gained a faint blush. Odd, I didn't imagine that to be the face of a captain getting angry with me. “Oh! I'm so sorry to point it out like that. Totally uncool of me to insult your interests,” she said hurriedly. The other two stallions were snickering and Snowflake patted Taylor's back. Taylor couldn't understand what was going on about for the life of him, but he tried to roll with it so he could get the explanation for his apparent laziness out of the way. “Thanks for that, I guess,” outright laughter exploded from the Stallions at this point, but Taylor new to keep speaking despite distraction, “but reason we're not working at the moment, Captain, is that my wing was damaged from an unexpected burst of air pressure, it's just a sprain right now, but that's keeping it sprung open.” The laughter had died down and silence ensued for a few seconds before the blush spread to the rest of the captain's face. “Woah! I'm sorry about that! I had the way, way, way wrong idea!” The guys were consumed with boisterous laughter all over again. “Now grow up you two, and get back to work while I get him to Nurse Redheart, she's always busy this time of year, and you should be too!” “Sure thing 'Captain', but now we know how your mind works, huh Snowflake? Catch ya later, Taylor.” Tunderlane laughed, taking off to the last few clouds. “YEEEEAAAH!” Snowflake bellowed in what seemed to be a joking manner before booming into the next cloud. “Come on,” Taylor heard the captain say while picking him up from behind to carry him to the ground. “How about not mentioning that little confusion back there?” “I'm afraid I'm as confused as anypony right now,” Taylor replied honestly. He felt relief when his hooves touched the ground. “Oh, um... that's fine then I guess,” the capaitn explained. “I'm Rainbow Dash by the way, and Nurse Redheart is this way.” Chapter 3: Appreciation and It's ConsequencesChapter 3 Appreciation and it's consequences “...but they didn't mean anything by it,” Taylor Talker said. “Well, it's rather unfortunate, but no real surprise. This is often my busiest day of the year,” stated Nurse Redheart after hearing what had transpired earlier that day. Nurse Redheart was a simple white earth pony with a pink mane and a red cross cutie-mark. She made quick work of setting Taylor's wing into a firm cast made with aid of a unicorn's magic so the weight of the bandages wouldn't cause lasting damage. The damage had been a bit more severe than the sprain Taylor Talker had thought it was. A small fracture near a joint would keep him grounded for a few days. Nurse Redheart had a special tent for such busy days. Taylor thought it the size of a large tent from a circus, and it was filled with stations outlined by divider curtains. Each station had a number and a letter for organization. Taylor was currently uncomfortably resting in station B-2. “I don't suppose you'd know where I need to go to help now?” Taylor asked. He never liked feeling unhelpful, and with a hurt wing, he wasn't cloudbucking anytime soon. “Absolutely not! You are going to get some rest while your wing recovers: doctor's orders,” Nurse Redheart sternly ordered “I'm not one to sit around when work needs to be done. Everypony needs help, so I have to do something constructive. It's what Mayor Mare would want,” Taylor begged. “I'm not letting one of my patients--” Nurse Redheart began. “Nurse Redheart,” stated a mint green unicorn with a lyre cutie-mark stepping into view from beyond Taylor's divider curtain, “we have ten more patients from a warehouse collapsing next to Sweet Apple Acres.” Nurse Redheart paused and weighed the options. Taylor could read the name-tag on this new pony's temporary nursing gown (temporary for having volunteered to help Nurse Redheart while Winter-Wrap-Up was in progress. Lyra Heartstrings, Taylor read. “Mr. Talker, you seem perfectly willing to give orders and make demands from what I've seen of you,” Nurse Redheart said calmly. “How good are you at following them?” Taylor immediately responded, “I always follow any and all orders given me to the best of my abilities.” Taylor mentally kicked himself for not having ridden himself of that almost robotic response he had drilled into his head in basic flight school. Thankfully, the response did seem befitting the situation at hoof, so he felt no need to correct himself. “Good to hear,” Nurse Redheart replied while writing orders for her assistants. “Now, notice the number-letter combinations on the dividing curtains. I'm going to be trotting around quite a bit, so when you hear me shout one of those combinations, get to it and either assist the active assistant or handle the situation yourself.” She had pulled Taylor out of his cell by this point, and they were trotting toward G-3. “The first I need you to attend is C-5. Aloe and Lotus are dealing with the more delicate issues, so I'm sure they'll appreciate having the extra hooves.” With that, Nurse Redheart disappeared into the G-3 station. Taylor wasted no time in arriving at C-5, being careful to keep his wing from bumping anything or anypony. When he arrived, he saw two bright-colored assistants attending to a small orange pegasus filly with a purple mane. A large piece of wood seemed to have been driven through her leg. Taylor was distraught at the sight, but kept his composure for the sake of those who needed him here. “Taylor Talker reporting to aid Ms. Aloe and Ms. Lotus,” Taylor forced out. The two nurses glanced at him before continuing their work. The filly's face seemed to twitch in response. They apparently had knocked her out with morphine so they could work without hurting her too badly. “Please grab the bandages behind my sister over there,” the pink assistant ordered. Taylor did so and stood nearby, though far back enough that he would not get in the way, as they seemed ready to remove the wood from the filly's leg. “We need you to dab some rubbing alcohol on that and apply it immediately as we remove this splinter from dear Scootaloo here,” the green assistant instructed. “Can you do that quickly enough?” Taylor dabbed the bandages well with alcohol, fighting the urge to pinch his nose. He never cared for the smell, but in this moment it seemed so much worse because it was necessary. Taylor then got in position between the sisters, over the wound. Taylor gave a terse nod and the nurses removed the over-sized splinter by pushing from one side and pulling from the other. Taylor thought he heard the sound of tearing skin, but blocked it from his mind and started binding the wound as fast and tight as he could. When the bandage was securely in place, Taylor looked up to see the assistants looking at him with an unspoken question written o their faces. “Did I do something wrong?” Taylor asked, feeling panic rising within himself. “No, not at all,” stated the pink mare. “You seemed to be lost in those bandages, though. You were staring at them so intently I thought you might burn them.” “I feel protective over those who need my aid,” Taylor replied honestly. “What happened that she--” “TALKER! A-2!” rang Redheart's voice from off in the distance. “On it!” Taylor shouted in response. “Please, fill me in later?” Taylor pleaded with the nurses, backing out of the station. Taylor saw them nod before the curtain swung shut. Hours later, the last patient was sent home from the tent minutes before the Town Hall bell chimed. Winter-Wrap-Up was officially over. Taylor could not imagine that they had broken any records with this many injuries, but kept hopes high as he cantered toward Town Hall himself. I wish I could have learned more about that first little filly, Taylor though to himself. At that moment, Aloe and Lotus approached Taylor from each side simultaneously. “I didn't do it,” Taylor said with a slight laugh. “Haha, well you aren't too down after all,” the pink mare laughed. “You wanted to know more about Scootaloo, yes?” the green pony asked. “Yes, I'd like you to tell me what you can about the injury before we get to Town Hall. She was the only filly I noticed in the medic tent today,” Taylor inquired. “Well, you're rather new here, so we'll give you the basics,” began the green mare. “Scootaloo and her two friends were trying to earn their cutie-marks by helping retrieve seeds from one of the warehouses for planting in the fields,” the pink mare explained. Taylor shot a quizzical look at the green mare, who just shook her head slightly in a “we know it's ridiculous” manner. “So she was injured in that warehouse collapse I heard about earlier. Are her friends ok?” Taylor inquired further. “They were unharmed, save their 'crusaders' pride,” stated the green mare evenly. Taylor was confused at the word “crusaders”, but thought better of asking further into it. Town Hall was close-by now, so he didn't have much time left. “What about Scootaloo's parents? Were they able to help her home?” Taylor asked. The mares at his sides stopped simultaneously. Taylor looked back in confusion to see the two sisters looking at each other, engaged in what appeared to be some sort of silent debate. After a few seconds, the green mare deflated a bit and turned back to Taylor. “Scootaloo is an orphan Mr. Talker, nopony is sure where she lives either. She is fiercely independent, so she won't accept help from anypony but her two friends, normally. We had to drug her just to operate without a fight earlier,” the green mare confessed. It was one of the few times in his life Taylor was ever left speechless. His heart went out to poor Scootaloo, but wasn't sure what could be done about her situation. Perplexed, Taylor continued his trek to Town Hall. Perhaps I can have a chat with Mayor Mare about this and she what she knows, Taylor reasoned. Taylor was now approaching Town Hall. The other inhabitants were gathering quickly, eager to hear their timing and celebrate the arrival of spring. Princess Twilight Sparkle was to give this speech, and Taylor could see her preparing a stack of index cards the size of her head at the podium. Taylor briefly considered trying to blend in with the crowd to avoid any excess concern over his wing, but then thought it would only cause more worry should Mayor Mare not have her new companion at her side at the ceremony. With a sigh, Taylor Talker cantered up to his spot on stage: to the left of Mayor Mare, who was positioned behind the princess and to the left. “Mr. Talker,” Mayor Mare whispered, “what happened to your wing? The captain of our weather team, Ms. Dash, reported to me immediately after your injury, but didn't seem to know many details.” “It's nothing too serious Mayor,” Taylor shrugged. “There was an issue with air pressure and I took the brunt of it. I have a small fracture, but I'll be fine in a few days. I'm just grounded for now, Nurse Redheart's orders.” Taylor and the mayor shared a short laugh before hearing Twilight begin her speech. “Thank you everypony! You all made great contributions today. We made consistent progress and everypony showed great diligence. Unfortunately, there was an incident today involving the collapse of a warehouse.” Many in the crowd who seemed not to have heard of the incident collectively gasped. Taylor noticed two fillies in particular at the front of the crowd start quietly crying at the mention. He made a mental note to see into it after this was all over. The princess seemed to let the words float through the crowd for a few seconds before continuing. “There were many injuries: none of which were fatal. Thankfully, Nurse Redheart's expertise did not disappoint in the organization of their treatment. Everypony has been treated and will recover in due time. Understandably, we did not set a new record this year.” Several “aww’s” came from the crowd before the princess spoke on. As she did so, Taylor noticed she was on only her fourth card in the enormous pile. Taylor winced at the thought of any speech being as long as this promised to be. “The last of Winter-Wrap-Up's activities were completed ten hours, fifty-two minutes, and thirty-seven seconds after beginning. That's still an incredible time-slot, especially with so many ponies not being able to work and other ponies looking after them. So...” Twilight paused and seemed to be looking through the crowd for something. Taylor Talker looked around to see if he could spot the oddity. Taylor noticed just as he heard the princess take a deep breath to collect herself: nopony was smiling. This was one of the few large-scale events the citizens could look forward to, and a small disaster had occurred. It seemed nopony wanted to listen to speeches anymore. Taylor realized the princess had not resumed speaking, and looked over to her again. The princess was shaking visibly, a few note-cards were falling away from the stack as she tried to regain her compsure. Taylor looked to the mayor and noticed she wasn't faring any better. The elder mare seemed locked down in defeat-- she had blamed herself for disappointing all of these citizens. Taylor raced through his mind for a solution. I can't let it go on like this. It seems everypony is going to break down into tears altogether. Taylor couldn't let such a remarkable town mourn on a relatively small detail on this meaningful day. “Ms. Mayor,” Taylor whispered, “with your permission, I have something I need to say to the town quickly.” Mayor Mare looked at Taylor, and he thought he saw something break behind those old, wise eyes. “Are you going to abandon this town after seeing us all like this? I couldn't blame you, seeing what my leadership has done in your short time here must be discouraging for one in your position.” The mayor let her head drop. Before Taylor could respond, she stated, “Make it fast.” Taylor Talker approached the podium and prodded Princess Twilight's shoulder. She didn't even look at him before walking away. She must think I'm the mayor, Taylor reasoned. Taylor hurriedly shifted into speaking position. His mind had stopped working in this atmosphere, so he would have to speak from the heart. Taylor shuddered slightly, whether for the cold weather or for the thought, Taylor couldn't be sure. He was always one to think before he spoke but that luxury was gone. Taylor cleared his throat. “Citizens of Ponyville!” Everypony looked up from their reverie at the loud interruption. Taylor noticed the princess turn and stare. There was slight surprise in her eyes, but it didn't seem she could bring herself to have much emotion at the moment without breaking into tears. “This has been my first full day spent in Ponyville. Indeed, I did hear about this unfortunate event earlier, but that didn't dampen my spirits.” Taylor felt a few glares at this, but continued regardless. “I could not feel dispirited, because at the same moment that the patients were brought to Nurse Redheart's attention, I saw her and her team of today's assistants coordinate every effort and skill to help those who needed aid. I have always held my duty to help others in high regard, but I have never seen so many different ponies come together for a single, noble cause-- each and every one of them setting aside their respective differences. I saw a great evil today in the accident, but I saw a greater good in the town. I understand that friends and family have been hurt, but I need to say that I saw, in this community today, what I have always striven for: pure, heartfelt, selfless efforts for the sake of others. I am honored to work for the mayor of such a fine community. Thank you all, both for welcoming me as you have and for holding such tremendous value in what truly matters.” Taylor took a deep breath and waited for the inevitable response-- good or bad, it was about to pour forth in all it's splendor. The seconds ticked by, and the crowd slowly started giving mixed responses. Some shrugged before walking away with their heads hung low, others would crack small, appreciative grins before cantering off to their homes or to visit the wounded, still others seemed miffed at his outburst and cantered off with a flick of their tails. Soon, there was nothing left of the crowd that had been amassed for the closing of winter wrap-up. Taylor had known it was a long-shot. It's what I get for acting on emotional impulses, he thought to himself. “Mr. Talker?” came a voice from behind Taylor accompanied by a prod at his shoulder. Taylor jumped and inhaled sharply as he realized he had been holding his breath in anticipation. He turned to see that Mayor Mare had approached him from behind, still teary-eyed but with a slight smile. “It means a great deal that you tried to salvage the situation. It didn't work as well as either of us had hoped, but the fervor and passion in your demeanor told me how dedicated you are to this town and keeping smiles on everypony's faces.” She paused to remove here spectacles and dab at her eyes with a handkerchief. “Nopony else would have done what you did. I'm glad you're helping me in such a tragic time.” “I didn't accomplish anything,” Taylor complained lowering his head a little. “I spoke out of turn, made an improvised speech based solely on emotional impulse, I offended several citizens by trying to apply my outsider's view to their personal tragedies, I--” Taylor began to blubber, hurt that he broke his own rules and it still didn't work. “You made it clear to the townsfolk that you care, that you want to be a friend to the town as a whole,” Princess Twilight Sparkle interrupted, hastily approaching him from the right. “I came to Ponyville to study the magic of friendship, and I have learned that friends don't always want help, but they come around and understand that you are there for them when needed. All you need to do now is wait for a chance to prove yourself to those who still haven't warmed up. Just give it time: all friendships need it,” Princess Twilight finished with a grin akin to that of a school-filly who had aced a pop-quiz. Taylor felt a bit better, but knew he had a lot of learning to do himself if he was going to continue acting as an important part of Ponyville beside Mayor Mare. “Taylor, it may be best we get some rest, the sun has been down for a while,” Mayor Mare suggested. Taylor knew it couldn't be later than 8:00p.m., but he knew the Mayor needed her rest, especially after a day like this. He replied with a simple nod and small smile. The pair turned to the princess and bowed before trotting toward the town hall. The princess had just teleported when Mayor Mare mentioned something that Taylor had not yet considered, “Taylor, does it not feel awkward living in the same building as me?” The question had been innocent enough, but there was no doubt it was awkward for Taylor to share housing with a woman. He didn't know how to respond, so he kept walking in silence. “How about I help you start looking for a place you can stay nearby, tomorrow? I'm sure things will be easier that way, and it will help taking our minds off of this madness,” Mayor Mare added. Taylor thought it would be interesting if nothing else, and he could take the time spent together tomorrow to ask more about that homeless orange filly, but right now, the only question he could conjure was: Is the main office or the lobby a better place to sleep tonight?
Prologue: The Night Before the DawnTaylor Talker Prologue: The Night “I see. So, Winter-Wrap-Up really has picked up pace these past few years,” Taylor Talker stated. It certainly was impressive. If Mayor Mare was right, this “Twilight Sparkle”, now known as “‘Princess’ Twilight Sparkle”, had taken the reigns as all-team-organizer entirely restructured Winter-Wrap-Up. As such, the speed increased from a two and a half days, to about eight hours. “However, why would you want a greater speech now? This increase has been going on for a while, yes?” Taylor was a marine-blue pegasus with a speech-bubble cutie mark. He was an average pegasus by physical form, though he lacked weather-talent as he had been born in Las Pegasus rather than in Cloudsdale. “Indeed,” answered Mayor Mare, “but now we have a Princess among us, so I feel it needs to ring of more… prestige?... pride?” The Mayor paused, clearly pondering the best word. Taylor Talker rubbed his snout at the mention of royalty, a habit he had formed out of pride as a foal whenever he helped somepony. He had just moved to Ponyville earlier that same day, not stopping to speak to anypony as he had business on his mind. He had worked as the announcer for any events that came through town back home, but wanted something more consistent to bring in bits. It didn't hurt that Mayor Mare's offer position also gave him an excuse to escape the city-life. Taylor had only been pondering the idea as an option when he brought it up to Mayor Mare on her annual visit to discuss politics with the Maretropolis Mayor, which regularly rotated seat-holders. She immediately offered a modest public speaking position as her assistant. Mayor Mare was getting on in years, and her voice could no longer remain strong through a speech as it had through her time in office. Taylor didn't need any more deliberation on the matter. Mayor Mare needed him, which meant a town needed him, and he was always where he was needed. His devotion to those who needed him stemmed from that day back in basic flight training in Las Pegasus, where he was born. He hadn’t made any close friends. He knew some colts and fillies as pleasant acquaintances, but it never developed beyond that. However, that day changed all that. Taylor had been absentmindedly flying his laps around the course when he heard a broken, pained noise. He veered to the left of the course to find the cause, and heard an accompanying, angered tone. “… and really, who would blame coach? I’m surprised it took him this long t’a point out ‘cha weird wings, ya freak!” the angry voice attacked. Taylor locked his jaw. Nopony deserves to be talked to like that! Taylor tolerated being talked down to all the time: by his mother, teachers, and even random ponies on the street, but he had always remained silent. He knew that pain, but he was no proud Pegasus if he did nothing about somepony else in that pain. The voices were coming from behind the bleachers, so Taylor flew over the bleachers and dove. “Gaah!” the voices exclaimed. Taylor saw the two ponies now. A temporary transfer student from Cloudsdale named Thunderlane had been harassing a quiet-but-friendly acquaintance of Taylor’s named Snowflake. Snowflake was trembling, sobs escaping occasionally. Taylor stood between them, facing Thunderlane with defiance. “That’s enough, Thunderlane!” Taylor stated firmly. “Well, if it isn’t the wash-out helping the freak! This is priceless! It might be the first time I’ve heard you speak a full sentence to boot!” Thunderlane roared with laughter. Taylor could hear Snowflake stifling a new round of sobs behind him. “Wash-out”, that’s what most had called Taylor since he started here. He wasn’t particularly good at anything weather-related, so most pegasi looked down on him, but this moment wasn’t about him. “What gives you the right to call him a freak?” Taylor retorted, his voice raised but confident and stable. “He scored higher than you in the obstacle course every time!” Snowflake was at Taylor’s left side now, though still a bit back. There were signs of a smile trying to form on his face. “Only cuz it’s all flyin’!” Thunderlane complained. “I’m way better at runnin’!” “What a proud pegasus you are Thunderlane,” Taylor grinned sarcastically. Snowflake was clearly fighting to restrain a laugh. “You want to see what gives me the right to call him a freak, wash-out?” Thunderlane made a quick turn and bucked Taylor across the snout. Taylor managed to stay standing even as his nose started bleeding. Thunderlane was aghast when Taylor showed no reaction. “See, Thunderlane? You can’t even do that much right. That must hurt to hear coming from the ‘wash-out’,” Taylor stated in a matter-of-fact tone. Snowflake had clearly gained confidence and was beaming., although he did seem worried as he kept glancing at Taylor’s bleeding nose. Thunderlane stuttered before saying, “Whatever. I’ll be heading back to Cloudsdale tomorrow anyway, while you losers will be stuck here.” With that, he turned to fly off before the coach walked into view from the left side of the bleachers. His scowl made evident he had heard every word. After the teacher took Thunderlane away, Taylor subconsciously placed his hoof on his nose, not from the pain alone, but from knowing that pain meant Snowflake didn’t feel his pain anymore. Snowflake thanked Taylor feverishly before stopping to gawk at Taylor’s backside. Taylor couldn’t help but think he had truly earned the cutie mark that had appeared. Snowflake transferred soon after, but that day changed both young colts. “Taylor? Mr. Talker?” Mayor Mare questioned, breaking Taylor’s trance. Taylor shook his head before responding, “I’m sorry, Mayor. Could your repeat what you said?” “I said I think we have enough of an outline for you to go with and show me your skill tomorrow,” Mayor Mare responded, chuckling slightly at Taylor’s absentmindedness. Taylor reviewed their outline before replying, “Perfect.”
Chapter One: Breaking the IceTaylor Talker Chapter One: Breaking the Ice "Fillies and gentlecolts! I stand here before you as the new voice of your longtime mayor: Mayor Mare. Understand: these are her words, but due to her long-lived candidacy, her voice is neigh what it used to be. I, Taylor Talker, am honored to serve her cause for the betterment of Ponyville. May her term last for years to come." There were a few cheers from the crowd standing in their team vests-- the tan, blue, and green huddled together, clearly giddy to begin, although antsy about the surprise speaker. The most surprised of which was the violet alicorn to Taylor's right. Princess Twilight adorned her signature vest as "all-team-organizer" and an expression somewhere between nerd-ly betrayal and curiosity. Taylor paused to stifle a chuckle before continuing. "Moving on to the event at hoof, Winter-Wrap-Up has dramatically improved over the past few years. As we all know, we owe a great deal of that improvement to our all-team-organizer and newest princess: Princess Twilight Sparkle!" The stage shook beneath Taylor as the crowd stomped an applause at her name. There was an audible "Yee-haw!" from an orange earth pony wearing a stetson, followed by a small flash of a rainbow over the crowd, in turn followed by a minor assault of confetti upon the stage. Taylor closed his mouth to avoid swallowing any and made a mental note to scold the pony who launched the unplanned confetti during a public announcement. He looked in the direction it had come from, but there was no trace of who or what had set it off. No matter, Taylor thought. I'll find out before the day is done. The applause dying out, he resumed speaking. "I'm sure we all have high expectations from her as always, just as we have equal confidence that those expectations will be met and exceeded. Mayor Mare and I wish her the best in her organization of our treasured day. We also have high hopes for every one of you! Your efforts are what make this all possible, so thank you from the bottom of our hearts!" More stomping and a noticeable grin on Mayor Mare's face to his left. That should do it. "Alright everypony, that wraps up our opening for the Wrap-Up!" There were a few chuckles. "Let's make this the best one yet!. Move out everypony!" The ponies quickly dispersed, heading for their respective team locations. Wearing a blue vest himself, Taylor flapped his wings in preparation to join the other pegasi in the clouds. However, a hoof on his left shoulder stopped him. "Yes, Mayor?" Taylor asked, turning his head and re-folding his wings. "You did marvelously! Consider your position secure," Mayor Mare stated happily. Her grin was contagious. The idea that he was helping her continue her service to such a happy town didn't hurt either. His hoof came up to his snout at the thought. "I'm as surprised as anypony that the mayor appointed a new public speaker," Princess Twilight pronounced," but I'm glad she was able to find somepony who shares her enthusiasm. Welcome to Ponyville!" What kind of town is this? Taylor thought hurriedly. One speech and I'm being directly welcomed by a princess? Is it a rhetorical statement? Am I supposed to respond then bow, bow then respond, or simultaneously both? Taylor's panicked train of thought was derailed in an instant as he realized he was now in front of the stage. He reasoned he had been jerked into that position, judging from the pain in his side. In front of him was an odd, wheeled contraption playing cheery carnival music. It promptly spouted confetti in his face. I think that search is over, Taylor thought back to the earlier confetti blast. A pink mare began dancing and singing in front of the machine. "Welcome, welcome, welcome, a fine welcome to you!" the pink mare sang. "What's happening?" Taylor panicked, his voice unintentionally loud. The music stopped and the pink earth pony promptly sat and looked on questioningly. He could see the mayor and princess looking equally confused at his reaction from the stage. It was the mayor who spoke first. "What do you mean, Taylor?" "All I did was give a speech and suddenly I'm being welcomed by a princess, assualted by this confetti machine and-" Taylor began to ramble. "You weren't assaulted by a confetti machine!" interrupted the pink pony. "This is my welcome wagon, and-" Taylor gave a small laugh at the name before motioning for the mare to continue. "And I welcome everypony like that, but I normally finish the song, and then I make the pony my new friend, and then i run all over town to plan a- oops! I'm not supposed to tell you that part, sorry!" she speedily babbled before bouncing off. Taylor assumed she was looking for an escape from the situation and was finally heading for her assigned work-post. He hoped so, at least. "I apologize for the confusion," said the princess. "I'm still getting used to being a princess and honestly try not to make a big deal about it. That was Pinkie Pie, and you may as well get used to the confetti bursts. They kind of come with the package." "Regardless," Taylor started, "thank you for the hospitality, your highness, mayor," Taylor said, bowing to each in turn. "At the moment, I think we are all needed elsewhere." Taylor stretched his wings in preparation for take-off. "Indeed, thank you again," Mayor Mare stated simply before trotting off to help with the plants. Princess Twilight began to glow in preparation to teleport, staying long enough to say, "Please, just call me Twilight," before popping elsewhere. With that in mind, Taylor took to the skies, eager for the task ahead.
Chapter 2: Head in the CloudsChapter 2: Head in the Clouds Chapter 2 Head in the Clouds I wonder what's going to happen first, Taylor Talker pondered as he rose to the pegasi's meeting spot for the weather team. I hope the local weather manager isn't too upset with my delay. Taylor could hear orders being shouted by a somewhat-cracking voice as he neared the hovering group of blue-vested ponies in the midst of the brisk winter sky. Falling in on the edge of the crowd, Taylor could see the pegasus giving the orders was a rainbow-maned mare with a cyan coat. Taylor was reminded of the rainbow that flashed in the crowd earlier, but decided to keep any comments of the event to himself, lest he regret it under an even heavier work load. "Hey, you: new guy!" The cracking voice broke Taylor from his reverie with a jolt. After pausing to laugh for a second, the cyan mare continued. "What wingpower can you hold?" "Twenty one wingpower," Taylor responded mechanically. "Good, we're going to need it for the cyclone we use to sweep these clouds out of here. First, we need to break down some of the larger clouds to more manageable sizes. So, I'm assigning you to team eight, I want you to join your two teammates on the north side of town taking care of the cumulonimbus clouds we had up there for yesterday's snowstorm. Any questions?" "No." Taylor responded simply, taking off north. "Now get over there in ten seconds flat," shouted the rainbow maned pegasus behind him before turning back to address the others. Ten seconds flat? Surely, she's joking. It's another 3 miles before I reach that area. Nevertheless, Taylor flew as fast as he could, landing his first buck on a cumulonimbus in a surprising 29 seconds, his speed having been aided by a steady descent on the journey. Taylor grinned at the satisfying pop and poof he heard as a decent chunk dispersed into small bits. Taylor began to wonder about his teammates as he continued his work. I wonder where my teammates are, anyhow. Maybe they started on the far side so they could work their way-- “YEEEEAAAAAAAAHHH!” Taylor heard bellowed nearby. Taylor was so startled he completely missed his next buck. That was his last worry though. A cumulonimbus thunderhead nearby suddenly burst asunder, and Taylor was seriously considering hiding in the cloud behind him, but then he heard another voice. “Good work, Snowflake,” a much more managed, but still excited voice replied. “We'll have this done in no time at this rate! Hey, that one next, looks like some work's already been done on it.” Taylor didn't think in the next few seconds, instinct to survive took over. A stark white pegasus: terribly muscular, mouth foaming, and eyes blaring red, was charging straight at Taylor, moving toward the cloud behind him. All Taylor could do was react as though a train was about to hit him, although, it occurred later that that may have been less painful. Taylor closed his wings to drop beneath the rabid “iron horse” approaching him and spread his wings once safely out of contact range. The last part was a miscalculation. A terribly loud pop rang through the air as the cloud was destroyed behind him, but the rush of air was far too much for Taylor's flight skill, so he began to tumble through the air as the blat of air pressure met his wings from behind. I'm falling, Taylor realized as his world became a tilt-a-whirl of bland colors. I can't recover, Taylor thought, realizing one of his wings was sprained and stuck straight open, adding to the pain. I need help. The ground was closer every time Taylor saw it now. “Help me!” Taylor shouted, his voice lost in the rush of air. Taylor closed his eyes and began to brace for impact, but felt a sharp pain through his body when he felt something under his forelegs jerk him in another direction before they could close against him. “That, my friend,” stated the more pleasant voice from earlier, “was too close.” It took Taylor a few seconds to realize that he was no longer falling. He opened his eyes to see what was going on and noticed he was being carried to a cloud by a dark-coated pony with an oddly silver mane. Taylor felt like he had met this pony somewhere before. Taylor was placed on a small cumulus cloud before anypony spoke again. “I'm sorry about that,” the pegasus continued, “my teammate and I got real carried away, huh? We're team eight on the weather team, and we were assigned to clear the larger clouds in this area.” “Right,” Taylor groaned experimentally stretching his wing to measure the extent of the injury. Apparently, it was not one that would last past a good night's rest, but one that would have the pain to make up for it. “I'm Taylor Talker, and I was just given orders to aid team eight and was working on the last cloud that cra-” Taylor was abruptly interrupted by a hoof in his mouth. “Do NOT call him the 'C' word if you want that wing to be your only problem. He doesn't take kindly to that sort of thing. And you've seen what he can do when excited,” The other pony explained. Taylor nodded and the other pony removed his hoof and spoke again, “I thought your speech was pretty cool, Mr. Talker,” Mr.? Taylor thought, “I'm sorry again about the wing. Guess we aren't making the best teammates right now, huh?” Taylor heard an odd buzzing approaching and was surprised to see it belonged to the white pony from earlier, who was now approaching the other pony. “How bad'd I get him Thunderlane?” came his oddly soft-spoken yet understandably gruff voice. “Nohing to serious, I think. Right, guy?” Thunderlane questioned. “No, just a sprain,” Taylor said, gesturing to his out-streched wing. “I won't be able to help you guys now though.” “NNOOOOOOOOooo!” came a pained bellow from the white pony. “I hurt a teammate!” Remind me to say only the most emotionally neutral thing possible around this pony, Taylor thought. “Well, I'll be fine soon enough. I'll just have to kind of sit out the weather-control team this year. I can go help some-pony else on the ground.” Taylor then noticed this ponies cutie-mark was a simple snowflake, just like that friend from a long time ago, but surely this couldn't be him. Wait, aren't all cutie marks unique? Taylor wasn't left long to ponder on it. “Hey! I know that cutie mark,” The bulky pegasus exclaimed. Not sure how much more my ears can take, Taylor mentally complained. “I thought it was you when you said your name earlier! How've ya been buddy?” Taylor now found himself one-leg-hugged by this muscular titan. “I'm sorry, but I'm not very good with faces,” Taylor explained. “I wouldn't recognize me either after all that changed. It's me, pal: Snowflake.” Taylor nearly fell off the cloud in shock. “Thunderlane,” Snowflake continued, “You know who this is right, the one who put you in your place way back when you used to be mean? 'Course, who'd guess you were ever mean now?” Snowflake laughed. Thunderlane dropped his head a bit, “Yeah, I recognized him immediately, but I was kind of glad he didn't recognize me. New start and what not, you know?” Taylor was speechless. For the first time in years, he simply did not have the words to fit the situation. All he could do was stare agape, no longer paying any attention to the pain in his wing. “Hey, I thought you three would have this done in no time flat, and he you are, chatting!” Taylor recognized the voice behind him as belonging to the weather team leader. “I'm especially disappointed in you rookie! Wait, what the hay is up with your wing?” Taylor turned to explain to her, but when he saw her face she had gained a faint blush. Odd, I didn't imagine that to be the face of a captain getting angry with me. “Oh! I'm so sorry to point it out like that. Totally uncool of me to insult your interests,” she said hurriedly. The other two stallions were snickering and Snowflake patted Taylor's back. Taylor couldn't understand what was going on about for the life of him, but he tried to roll with it so he could get the explanation for his apparent laziness out of the way. “Thanks for that, I guess,” outright laughter exploded from the Stallions at this point, but Taylor new to keep speaking despite distraction, “but reason we're not working at the moment, Captain, is that my wing was damaged from an unexpected burst of air pressure, it's just a sprain right now, but that's keeping it sprung open.” The laughter had died down and silence ensued for a few seconds before the blush spread to the rest of the captain's face. “Woah! I'm sorry about that! I had the way, way, way wrong idea!” The guys were consumed with boisterous laughter all over again. “Now grow up you two, and get back to work while I get him to Nurse Redheart, she's always busy this time of year, and you should be too!” “Sure thing 'Captain', but now we know how your mind works, huh Snowflake? Catch ya later, Taylor.” Tunderlane laughed, taking off to the last few clouds. “YEEEEAAAH!” Snowflake bellowed in what seemed to be a joking manner before booming into the next cloud. “Come on,” Taylor heard the captain say while picking him up from behind to carry him to the ground. “How about not mentioning that little confusion back there?” “I'm afraid I'm as confused as anypony right now,” Taylor replied honestly. He felt relief when his hooves touched the ground. “Oh, um... that's fine then I guess,” the capaitn explained. “I'm Rainbow Dash by the way, and Nurse Redheart is this way.”
Chapter 3: Appreciation and It's ConsequencesChapter 3 Appreciation and it's consequences “...but they didn't mean anything by it,” Taylor Talker said. “Well, it's rather unfortunate, but no real surprise. This is often my busiest day of the year,” stated Nurse Redheart after hearing what had transpired earlier that day. Nurse Redheart was a simple white earth pony with a pink mane and a red cross cutie-mark. She made quick work of setting Taylor's wing into a firm cast made with aid of a unicorn's magic so the weight of the bandages wouldn't cause lasting damage. The damage had been a bit more severe than the sprain Taylor Talker had thought it was. A small fracture near a joint would keep him grounded for a few days. Nurse Redheart had a special tent for such busy days. Taylor thought it the size of a large tent from a circus, and it was filled with stations outlined by divider curtains. Each station had a number and a letter for organization. Taylor was currently uncomfortably resting in station B-2. “I don't suppose you'd know where I need to go to help now?” Taylor asked. He never liked feeling unhelpful, and with a hurt wing, he wasn't cloudbucking anytime soon. “Absolutely not! You are going to get some rest while your wing recovers: doctor's orders,” Nurse Redheart sternly ordered “I'm not one to sit around when work needs to be done. Everypony needs help, so I have to do something constructive. It's what Mayor Mare would want,” Taylor begged. “I'm not letting one of my patients--” Nurse Redheart began. “Nurse Redheart,” stated a mint green unicorn with a lyre cutie-mark stepping into view from beyond Taylor's divider curtain, “we have ten more patients from a warehouse collapsing next to Sweet Apple Acres.” Nurse Redheart paused and weighed the options. Taylor could read the name-tag on this new pony's temporary nursing gown (temporary for having volunteered to help Nurse Redheart while Winter-Wrap-Up was in progress. Lyra Heartstrings, Taylor read. “Mr. Talker, you seem perfectly willing to give orders and make demands from what I've seen of you,” Nurse Redheart said calmly. “How good are you at following them?” Taylor immediately responded, “I always follow any and all orders given me to the best of my abilities.” Taylor mentally kicked himself for not having ridden himself of that almost robotic response he had drilled into his head in basic flight school. Thankfully, the response did seem befitting the situation at hoof, so he felt no need to correct himself. “Good to hear,” Nurse Redheart replied while writing orders for her assistants. “Now, notice the number-letter combinations on the dividing curtains. I'm going to be trotting around quite a bit, so when you hear me shout one of those combinations, get to it and either assist the active assistant or handle the situation yourself.” She had pulled Taylor out of his cell by this point, and they were trotting toward G-3. “The first I need you to attend is C-5. Aloe and Lotus are dealing with the more delicate issues, so I'm sure they'll appreciate having the extra hooves.” With that, Nurse Redheart disappeared into the G-3 station. Taylor wasted no time in arriving at C-5, being careful to keep his wing from bumping anything or anypony. When he arrived, he saw two bright-colored assistants attending to a small orange pegasus filly with a purple mane. A large piece of wood seemed to have been driven through her leg. Taylor was distraught at the sight, but kept his composure for the sake of those who needed him here. “Taylor Talker reporting to aid Ms. Aloe and Ms. Lotus,” Taylor forced out. The two nurses glanced at him before continuing their work. The filly's face seemed to twitch in response. They apparently had knocked her out with morphine so they could work without hurting her too badly. “Please grab the bandages behind my sister over there,” the pink assistant ordered. Taylor did so and stood nearby, though far back enough that he would not get in the way, as they seemed ready to remove the wood from the filly's leg. “We need you to dab some rubbing alcohol on that and apply it immediately as we remove this splinter from dear Scootaloo here,” the green assistant instructed. “Can you do that quickly enough?” Taylor dabbed the bandages well with alcohol, fighting the urge to pinch his nose. He never cared for the smell, but in this moment it seemed so much worse because it was necessary. Taylor then got in position between the sisters, over the wound. Taylor gave a terse nod and the nurses removed the over-sized splinter by pushing from one side and pulling from the other. Taylor thought he heard the sound of tearing skin, but blocked it from his mind and started binding the wound as fast and tight as he could. When the bandage was securely in place, Taylor looked up to see the assistants looking at him with an unspoken question written o their faces. “Did I do something wrong?” Taylor asked, feeling panic rising within himself. “No, not at all,” stated the pink mare. “You seemed to be lost in those bandages, though. You were staring at them so intently I thought you might burn them.” “I feel protective over those who need my aid,” Taylor replied honestly. “What happened that she--” “TALKER! A-2!” rang Redheart's voice from off in the distance. “On it!” Taylor shouted in response. “Please, fill me in later?” Taylor pleaded with the nurses, backing out of the station. Taylor saw them nod before the curtain swung shut. Hours later, the last patient was sent home from the tent minutes before the Town Hall bell chimed. Winter-Wrap-Up was officially over. Taylor could not imagine that they had broken any records with this many injuries, but kept hopes high as he cantered toward Town Hall himself. I wish I could have learned more about that first little filly, Taylor though to himself. At that moment, Aloe and Lotus approached Taylor from each side simultaneously. “I didn't do it,” Taylor said with a slight laugh. “Haha, well you aren't too down after all,” the pink mare laughed. “You wanted to know more about Scootaloo, yes?” the green pony asked. “Yes, I'd like you to tell me what you can about the injury before we get to Town Hall. She was the only filly I noticed in the medic tent today,” Taylor inquired. “Well, you're rather new here, so we'll give you the basics,” began the green mare. “Scootaloo and her two friends were trying to earn their cutie-marks by helping retrieve seeds from one of the warehouses for planting in the fields,” the pink mare explained. Taylor shot a quizzical look at the green mare, who just shook her head slightly in a “we know it's ridiculous” manner. “So she was injured in that warehouse collapse I heard about earlier. Are her friends ok?” Taylor inquired further. “They were unharmed, save their 'crusaders' pride,” stated the green mare evenly. Taylor was confused at the word “crusaders”, but thought better of asking further into it. Town Hall was close-by now, so he didn't have much time left. “What about Scootaloo's parents? Were they able to help her home?” Taylor asked. The mares at his sides stopped simultaneously. Taylor looked back in confusion to see the two sisters looking at each other, engaged in what appeared to be some sort of silent debate. After a few seconds, the green mare deflated a bit and turned back to Taylor. “Scootaloo is an orphan Mr. Talker, nopony is sure where she lives either. She is fiercely independent, so she won't accept help from anypony but her two friends, normally. We had to drug her just to operate without a fight earlier,” the green mare confessed. It was one of the few times in his life Taylor was ever left speechless. His heart went out to poor Scootaloo, but wasn't sure what could be done about her situation. Perplexed, Taylor continued his trek to Town Hall. Perhaps I can have a chat with Mayor Mare about this and she what she knows, Taylor reasoned. Taylor was now approaching Town Hall. The other inhabitants were gathering quickly, eager to hear their timing and celebrate the arrival of spring. Princess Twilight Sparkle was to give this speech, and Taylor could see her preparing a stack of index cards the size of her head at the podium. Taylor briefly considered trying to blend in with the crowd to avoid any excess concern over his wing, but then thought it would only cause more worry should Mayor Mare not have her new companion at her side at the ceremony. With a sigh, Taylor Talker cantered up to his spot on stage: to the left of Mayor Mare, who was positioned behind the princess and to the left. “Mr. Talker,” Mayor Mare whispered, “what happened to your wing? The captain of our weather team, Ms. Dash, reported to me immediately after your injury, but didn't seem to know many details.” “It's nothing too serious Mayor,” Taylor shrugged. “There was an issue with air pressure and I took the brunt of it. I have a small fracture, but I'll be fine in a few days. I'm just grounded for now, Nurse Redheart's orders.” Taylor and the mayor shared a short laugh before hearing Twilight begin her speech. “Thank you everypony! You all made great contributions today. We made consistent progress and everypony showed great diligence. Unfortunately, there was an incident today involving the collapse of a warehouse.” Many in the crowd who seemed not to have heard of the incident collectively gasped. Taylor noticed two fillies in particular at the front of the crowd start quietly crying at the mention. He made a mental note to see into it after this was all over. The princess seemed to let the words float through the crowd for a few seconds before continuing. “There were many injuries: none of which were fatal. Thankfully, Nurse Redheart's expertise did not disappoint in the organization of their treatment. Everypony has been treated and will recover in due time. Understandably, we did not set a new record this year.” Several “aww’s” came from the crowd before the princess spoke on. As she did so, Taylor noticed she was on only her fourth card in the enormous pile. Taylor winced at the thought of any speech being as long as this promised to be. “The last of Winter-Wrap-Up's activities were completed ten hours, fifty-two minutes, and thirty-seven seconds after beginning. That's still an incredible time-slot, especially with so many ponies not being able to work and other ponies looking after them. So...” Twilight paused and seemed to be looking through the crowd for something. Taylor Talker looked around to see if he could spot the oddity. Taylor noticed just as he heard the princess take a deep breath to collect herself: nopony was smiling. This was one of the few large-scale events the citizens could look forward to, and a small disaster had occurred. It seemed nopony wanted to listen to speeches anymore. Taylor realized the princess had not resumed speaking, and looked over to her again. The princess was shaking visibly, a few note-cards were falling away from the stack as she tried to regain her compsure. Taylor looked to the mayor and noticed she wasn't faring any better. The elder mare seemed locked down in defeat-- she had blamed herself for disappointing all of these citizens. Taylor raced through his mind for a solution. I can't let it go on like this. It seems everypony is going to break down into tears altogether. Taylor couldn't let such a remarkable town mourn on a relatively small detail on this meaningful day. “Ms. Mayor,” Taylor whispered, “with your permission, I have something I need to say to the town quickly.” Mayor Mare looked at Taylor, and he thought he saw something break behind those old, wise eyes. “Are you going to abandon this town after seeing us all like this? I couldn't blame you, seeing what my leadership has done in your short time here must be discouraging for one in your position.” The mayor let her head drop. Before Taylor could respond, she stated, “Make it fast.” Taylor Talker approached the podium and prodded Princess Twilight's shoulder. She didn't even look at him before walking away. She must think I'm the mayor, Taylor reasoned. Taylor hurriedly shifted into speaking position. His mind had stopped working in this atmosphere, so he would have to speak from the heart. Taylor shuddered slightly, whether for the cold weather or for the thought, Taylor couldn't be sure. He was always one to think before he spoke but that luxury was gone. Taylor cleared his throat. “Citizens of Ponyville!” Everypony looked up from their reverie at the loud interruption. Taylor noticed the princess turn and stare. There was slight surprise in her eyes, but it didn't seem she could bring herself to have much emotion at the moment without breaking into tears. “This has been my first full day spent in Ponyville. Indeed, I did hear about this unfortunate event earlier, but that didn't dampen my spirits.” Taylor felt a few glares at this, but continued regardless. “I could not feel dispirited, because at the same moment that the patients were brought to Nurse Redheart's attention, I saw her and her team of today's assistants coordinate every effort and skill to help those who needed aid. I have always held my duty to help others in high regard, but I have never seen so many different ponies come together for a single, noble cause-- each and every one of them setting aside their respective differences. I saw a great evil today in the accident, but I saw a greater good in the town. I understand that friends and family have been hurt, but I need to say that I saw, in this community today, what I have always striven for: pure, heartfelt, selfless efforts for the sake of others. I am honored to work for the mayor of such a fine community. Thank you all, both for welcoming me as you have and for holding such tremendous value in what truly matters.” Taylor took a deep breath and waited for the inevitable response-- good or bad, it was about to pour forth in all it's splendor. The seconds ticked by, and the crowd slowly started giving mixed responses. Some shrugged before walking away with their heads hung low, others would crack small, appreciative grins before cantering off to their homes or to visit the wounded, still others seemed miffed at his outburst and cantered off with a flick of their tails. Soon, there was nothing left of the crowd that had been amassed for the closing of winter wrap-up. Taylor had known it was a long-shot. It's what I get for acting on emotional impulses, he thought to himself. “Mr. Talker?” came a voice from behind Taylor accompanied by a prod at his shoulder. Taylor jumped and inhaled sharply as he realized he had been holding his breath in anticipation. He turned to see that Mayor Mare had approached him from behind, still teary-eyed but with a slight smile. “It means a great deal that you tried to salvage the situation. It didn't work as well as either of us had hoped, but the fervor and passion in your demeanor told me how dedicated you are to this town and keeping smiles on everypony's faces.” She paused to remove here spectacles and dab at her eyes with a handkerchief. “Nopony else would have done what you did. I'm glad you're helping me in such a tragic time.” “I didn't accomplish anything,” Taylor complained lowering his head a little. “I spoke out of turn, made an improvised speech based solely on emotional impulse, I offended several citizens by trying to apply my outsider's view to their personal tragedies, I--” Taylor began to blubber, hurt that he broke his own rules and it still didn't work. “You made it clear to the townsfolk that you care, that you want to be a friend to the town as a whole,” Princess Twilight Sparkle interrupted, hastily approaching him from the right. “I came to Ponyville to study the magic of friendship, and I have learned that friends don't always want help, but they come around and understand that you are there for them when needed. All you need to do now is wait for a chance to prove yourself to those who still haven't warmed up. Just give it time: all friendships need it,” Princess Twilight finished with a grin akin to that of a school-filly who had aced a pop-quiz. Taylor felt a bit better, but knew he had a lot of learning to do himself if he was going to continue acting as an important part of Ponyville beside Mayor Mare. “Taylor, it may be best we get some rest, the sun has been down for a while,” Mayor Mare suggested. Taylor knew it couldn't be later than 8:00p.m., but he knew the Mayor needed her rest, especially after a day like this. He replied with a simple nod and small smile. The pair turned to the princess and bowed before trotting toward the town hall. The princess had just teleported when Mayor Mare mentioned something that Taylor had not yet considered, “Taylor, does it not feel awkward living in the same building as me?” The question had been innocent enough, but there was no doubt it was awkward for Taylor to share housing with a woman. He didn't know how to respond, so he kept walking in silence. “How about I help you start looking for a place you can stay nearby, tomorrow? I'm sure things will be easier that way, and it will help taking our minds off of this madness,” Mayor Mare added. Taylor thought it would be interesting if nothing else, and he could take the time spent together tomorrow to ask more about that homeless orange filly, but right now, the only question he could conjure was: Is the main office or the lobby a better place to sleep tonight?
