Promising Reassignment

Fleur de Lis stood in front of the Canterlot palace, taking enough time to make sure all of her looks were in order. After her meeting with Fancy Pants, Fleur de Lis had stopped by a cafe for breakfast. Again she arrived with time to spare, and again it wasn’t as much as she’d hoped for. Magic brushed over her coat and through her mane several times. Once she felt presentable, Fleur de Lis trotted up to one of a pair of stallions, a red earth pony, guarding the gate.

“Can I help you ma’am?” He asked as soon as he noticed the white mare’s approach.

“Yes, I’m here to meet with Princess Celestia.” La Fleur said with a smile.

“You and fifty other ponies.” He scoffed, “Go on in you’ll find the line quickly enough.” His partner, a brown unicorn, opened the gate.

“I am actually expected by her.” Fleur de Lis narrowed her eyes. She did not receive condescension or sarcasm from strangers.

“Oh, I’m terribly sorry,” The guard had not dropped his snarky tone. “Let me check the list they give me to see if you’re on it.”

Fleur de Lis’s expression turned to a scowl when the guard stood completely still. Clearly there was no list.

As tempting as it was to leave him with horrible feelings, la Fleur was slightly sympathetic to the monotonous life of a guard. He’d likely dealt with all sorts of ponies demanding to see the princess immediately; after a while one could easily forget their manners.

“Fine then, I hope you at least have the ability to send word ahead that Fleur de Lis has arrived. If that gets done I may even forget to mention how rudely I was treated by the guards at the front gate.” With a huff she trotted past them, down the lane that led to the palace proper.

Both guards shrugged at the other, and the unicorn stallion’s horn glowed as he sent a message to another guard inside the palace. After a short wait his eyes blinked in rapid succession, he’d received a response. Slowly the unicorn turned his head towards his partner, his nervous eyes made the earth pony stallion raise a questioning eyebrow.

“You done goofed.” The unicorn said, with a crooked smile.

Fleur de Lis quickly let go of her annoyance. She didn’t feel like having a hissy fit in front of a princess.

When la Fleur got inside the palace, she found a rather surprising scene. There was a line of around fifty ponies, but that wasn’t the surprise. What shocked the reserved mare was the fact that the room was single file and everyone was quiet.

There was a guard at the front of the line, one stationed at a side door to another room, as well as a guard who was conversing with a few waiting ponies. There was also a guard by the entrance Fleur de Lis had come through. When their eyes met, he gave her an apologetic half-smile.

“I’m here to see Princess Celestia.” She whispered, not wanting anyone else to have a chance to say something snotty.

“I’m afraid to say there’s a fairly long wait. You’re lucky you made it here early though; by afternoon this line goes all the way to the front gate.” His voice was equally quiet.

“I’m expected by the princess. Mizz Fleur de Lis?” She stood up straighter hoping that it would help her be recognized by the guard.

At the mention of her name, the guard’s eyes went wide, “Oh my, miss Fleur de Lis, I received word from the front that some unicorn claiming to be you was mistreated by one of the front guards. On behalf of all the guards I’d like to apologize.” The guard maintained a quiet voice, but his tone was very sincere.

“Think nothing of it, I’m just glad they chose to send word ahead like I’d asked them to. Really I’m over it.” She waved a hoof dismissively.

The guard turned to look at a clock, “You’re a bit early I’m afraid. I’ll show you to a lounge where you can wait. Princess Celestia will be notified immediately. Guard Talus will show you the way.” He nodded to the pegasus stallion guarding the side door.

“Thank you.” Fleur de Lis got her smile back from the considerably more respectful treatment.

Fleur de Lis trotted over to the guard designated Talus.

Talus saw her, and regarded her like any other civilian who was out of line, with poorly disguised annoyance.

Fleur de Lis picked up on the guards thoughts almost instantly, and quickly said, “I’m Fleur de Lis. That guard told me to come to you so that you can take me to a lounge to wait for the princess.”

With a disinterested sigh Talus said, “Cool.” He turned and trotted down the hall, taking Fleur de Lis to the lounge.

When she indicated that she was comfortable by settling down on a couch Talus left without saying anything.

Now that she had fully experienced the entire spectrum of palace guard hospitality, she was free to enjoy a rare moment of rest.

Fleur de Lis soon lost track of time, thanks to this room’s lack of a clock. All she knew is that it had been more than ten minutes; counting the seconds lost its entertainment value very quickly. So she began to actively relax as she waited for Princess Celestia to be available. This was certainly the kind of place for her to not worry about every, little, thing.

“Being early didn't do that much good this time .” She said to the room in general.

“I’d like to disagree. I have to say it gave me something to look forward to." Came the warm, voice of the sun goddess.

"Princess Celestia!" Fleur de Lis was off the couch in a flash. she moved a little too quickly and, fell on her face; she had intended to bow, but this was much less graceful than she'd wanted.

Telekenetic magic gently wrapped around the fallen unicorn, putting her upright; while at the same time revealing a light blush on her face, from embarrassment.

"Please, Lisa- May I still call you Lisa?" Fleur de Lis nodded. "At this moment I would like you to think of me as a friend, not your princess." She smiled warmly to reinforce the point.

"Thank you princess, er- Just Celestia?" la Fleur asked apprehensively.

Fleur de Lis had been more or less starstruck at her first encounter with the princess. This had caused her to believe that the princess wouldn't notice her; therefore they'd only really exchanged polite greetings when they were introduced by la Fleur's husband.

The sun goddesses' kind smile did not fade as she rolled her eyes, "Tia is fine for now. It was given to me by a friend, some time ago."

"Thank you." Fleur de Lis breathed a small sigh of relief from having the awkward tension swept away.

"I must say you are looking rather well given recent events, I’m glad to see." Celestia said, moving the conversation forward.

"Yes I am doing better. That is a very recent thing though; it was tough getting sympathy from anypony my husband knew in Philliedelphia. Sad really."

La Fleur made her way back onto the couch after adjustung her mane. Celestia settled down on a couch opposite her guest, her expression was one of concern.

"Surely you don't mean that nopony came to see how you were doing. That doesn't seem possible."

"Aside from his relatives, nopony seemed to even know that I was his widow." la Fleur confirmed sadly.

"That is simply awful. But you said you've been doing better recently, what happened?"

"Well, sometime yesterday, after I accidentally consumed a good amount of alcohol, I-" Fleur de Lis was rightly interrupted by a question she should have seen coming.

"Accidentally consumed?" Celestia asked, her kind and caring expression replaced by a skeptical one.

"Um, well- Yes actually. I don't know when it happened. I think it was sometime around lunch though; most of my afternoon is missing you see." The unicorns light blush returned with the admission.

"Nothing bad happened I hope." The princess' warm smile returned as well as her concerned tone.

"According to a young colt," Celestia shifted nervously, anticipating some horrible news. "I entered the lobby of an inn, intoxicated of course, and wound up throwing a crying fit of some sort on the floor. He was kind enough to hold me until I felt better." Fleur de Lis's eyes showed her appreciation for the kind act she could barely remember.

"Well isn't that just wonderful. You did thank him I hope, such kindness deserves positive reinforcement." Celestis relaxed visibly when no bad news followed.

"I'm treating him to dinner tonight to thank him; that, and I'd like to get as many details as I can straight." Fleur de Lis frowned for a moment, remembering yet again that alcohol had been involved. "All of the morning, yesterday, had me feeling miserable about my late husband. When I woke up today I felt better, aside from the headache. It just seemed like I'd simply moved on past that stage of loss. I'll always miss him, but I can continue living with all of the good memories from our marriage. I suspect this has something to do with the colt I met last night, I'd like to know for myself."

"It truly is wonderful to to hear and see that you, are in fact, doing better." Celestia's horn glowed softly, "Would you like something to drink, rum perhaps?" The un princesslike joke was followed by an equally un-princesslike snicker.

Fleur de Lis responded to the joke at her expense with a flat look, while inside she recognized that this was a side of the princess rarely seen by anyone else.

"Er, I'm sorry. It was supposed to be a joke." Celestia's ears flattened slightly from her guest's seemingly unamsued expression.

Fleur de Lis spared the royal mare any further imaginary guilt by letting a wide grin spread across her muzzle. "Oh no Tia, I was well aware. I just didn't know an alicorn could have a sense of humor." The unicorn poked a little fun at the princess in return.

Celestia, not being used to her subjects joking with her, felt the need to point out how few differences truly existed between alicorns and any other pony.

"Why couldn't an alicorn possess a sense of humor? I can think and feel just like-" Celestia stopped herself after she saw la Fleur's grin widen even further. The princess's eyebrows furrowed, silently questioning her friend's intent.

"Yes, a joke." Fleur de Lis confirmed aloud.

There was silence a brief moment before the space between them was filled with a warm, rich laughter.

With a content sigh Celestia said, "I had that coming, didn't I?" The centuries old being almost failed to hide that her sense of humor was woefully underdeveloped; she momentarily hung her head in shame when the realization that her sense of humor was only slightly better than her recently returned sister’s. The question was a serious inquiry into how a good ribbing should go back and forth.

If Fleur de Lis caught on to the princess's true intent, she didn't show it.

"Yes, you did in a way. Tea would be lovely, if you have some." Fleur de Lis wasn't entirely sure what caused her to add the last few words; if there were any place in Equestria that would have tea or anything someone was looking for, it would be the Canterlot palace.

"Oh dear let me see if we have any tea." Celestia’s voice was full of fake concern, she was learning.

The majestic alicorn's fluted length was enveloped in a dim glow.

Only seconds later there was a knock on a door la Fleur hadn't been aware of. It startled her somewhat, but she was good at hiding such things.

"Tea your highness?" A stallion called from outside.

Celestia clapped her hooves together, "Did you hear that? We do have tea after all." A barely visible glow went up the princess's horn and the door swung open.

A unicorn servant came in levitating a silver platter with a steaming kettle of some sort of spiced tea, as well as two teacups and a bowl of sugar cubes. The unicorn was followed by an earth pony colt, presumably an apprentice, who was balancing a tray of scones.

The colt stopped short and his jaw dropped at the sight of the two exceedingly beautiful white mares. Both mares' eyes were on him, they'd caught on fairly quickly.

Celestia and la Fluer exchanged knowing looks, and both fought off the urge to laugh.

The colt's master quickly became upset by his proteges behaviour in front of the princess and her guest.

"Are you going to serve these two or continue staring at them?" The unicorn asked, getting the colt’s attention.

The colt hastily reached back and grabbed the tray with his teeth. He realized his mistake as he set the tray down, he tasted something sweet, and looked down to see his teeth marks in one of the treats.

Celestia was quick to act before the colt's master could reprimand his mistake.

The princess levitated the marked scone off the tray and held it in front of the colt, "Well Bow Tie it's good to see that you're being trained well. The tray made it to the table this time, didn't it?" Her tone was reassuring and kind.

The stallion had indirectly received praise from the princess herself, his ego was stroked enough to forgive Bow Tie's mistake.

The scone still dangled in the air, and it took the colt a moment to realize he was being offered food by the sun goddess. Hesitantly he took the treat in his mouth, and felt the magic holding it fade.

It wasn't a trick. Bow Tie thought, in pure shock of the idea.

He chewed thoughtfully and swallowed, while the princess watched patiently.

When he'd finished Celestia asked, "How are they?"

The princess had done well in minimizing the tension that hung in the air; Bow Tie, therefore, took time to consider the question. He worked his tongue around his teeth, getting the last little bits of the crumbly goodness off of them.

He nodded in silent agreement to himself before proclaiming, "Best I've ever had!" The colts mentor cleared his throat audibly prompting Bow Tie to add, "Your highness."

Celestia chuckled softly and said, "That is good to know." Looking to the unicorn stallion with her warm smile she ended with, "Thank you for your prompt service; you are dismissed."

"You are quite welcome your highness." He bowed his head low and backed up six feet before turning; his protege followed suit almost bumping into a chair on the way out.

From the other side of the door the two mares heard, "Oh no! She remembers the last time, she's never going to forget that!"

"Hush your trap, they can still hear you." The unicorn nearly hissed.This was followed by hoofsteps quickly retreating down the hallway.

Celestia and la Fleur shared a brief moment of silence; they then simultaneously burst into a fairly unrefined laughter. The laughing fit didn’t last long. When they were done the two mares began pouring out the spiced tea, both still smiling widely.

Fleur de Lis brought the cup to her lips, and inhaled deeply before taking a sip. A satisfied sigh escaped as soon as the the hot liquid trickled into her belly. The smell of spices and warmth spreading in her chest caused her to completely relax on the couch. It took a while before the near giddy unicorn remembered she was in the company of a princess. She shot back upright and looked to see Celestia chewing on a scone; watching the now embarrassed mare, who appeared to be in heaven, with the same warm and caring smile she gave to all ponies.

In an effort to distract the princess from her behavior Fleur de Lis said, “You spared that colt a good deal of trouble Tia, does that happen often?”

Celestia flashed her guest a knowing smile before responding, “Little accidents like that happen often enough in my presence. I’ve seen that particular colt twice now; the first time was a spectacular screw up on his part, but I completely understand. For one so young, meeting somepony revered by all, could be a little unnerving. I believe that is how it is for all under my employ, the more experienced are just better at hiding it.” The princess finished her scone, and took a sip of her tea when she’d finished.

Fleur de Lis carefully inhaled the scent rising from her cup before taking a sip, doing her best not to lie back down.

“He was very right. Try while they’re warm, you’ll love them.”

Fleur de Lis eyed the plate of baked treats a moment before lifting one to her.

“What if I like them ‘too much’?” She gently patted her stomach to get the point across.

“Please tell me you aren’t worried about gaining weight.” Celestia pleaded.

“Of course I am!” la Fleur bit back, maintaining a friendly tone. “Why shouldn’t I be?”

“Ugh...” Celestia intoned standing up and doing a quick one-eighty to physically present her argument. “You look fantastic, and it would take many pounds of food to change that even slightly. I on the other hoof am waited on by no less than fifteen ponies on any given day. By sundown I’m exhausted and go to sleep, and by sunup I’m sitting on my rump giving audience to everypony with a problem.”

The princess was clearly upset that such a gorgeous mare was talking down about herself.

“I have to admit, Lisa, I’m a little jealous of you. The simple fact that you can walk somewhere at any point during the day, is something you have over me.”

Celestia looked to the surprised looking mare watching her. The alicorn sat down hard on the couch, and settled herself with several sips of tea. She then smiled apologetically.

Fleur de Lis processed the princess’s rant a moment then said, “Okay then, I’ll try it.” la Fleur chuckled lightly before taking a bite of the floating snack.

Blueberries. She thought as the flavor of the tart little fruits burst in her mouth, accompanied by the warm, rich bread that surrounded them.

She chewed slowly, to savor the flavor. She swallowed, following up with a sip of her now slightly cooler tea.

“You were right ‘he was right’, those are easily the best scone I’ve ever had.” Fleur de Lis held herself in check as she took another, appropriately sized bite and chewed again, following again with a sip of tea. She repeated this until the delightful treat vanished down her throat.

La Fleur’s mind feebly protested as her body settled back down onto the couch. She let out a quiet whimper, half in satisfaction and half in disappointment of herself.

“Everything is alright, I hope.” Celestia shifted her head to look into Fleur de Lis’s eyes.

“I believe sleeping off alcohol is detrimental to proper rest.” The drowsy mare replied, weakly gesturing with a hoof in the air to emphasis her declaration.

“Oh,” Celestia intoned, resting her chin on a foreleg, “If you need time to sleep you’re more than welcome to a bed here. Rest would be a good idea before a date , wouldn’t you agree?” She attempted to tease la Fleur as if they were both schoolfillies talking about a crush.

Fleur de Lis scowled in a very unladylike manner. “It isn’t a date.” She corrected, “He’s a nice colt, but I think I’m going to wait before I start dating again. Seems appropriate, wouldn’t you agree?” She ended, mocking the alicorn’s question. Her tone was far meaner than she’d intended.

A hoof shot up to Fleur de Lis’s mouth when she realized what she’d said. Just before she apologized, Celestia spoke, anticipating the ashamed mares sudden guilt.

“Yes, yes it would. I’m sorry that I didn’t think before I spoke. I see the look in your eyes, and you did have a reason to be upset with my remark. I forgive you for any perceived fault you feel, I hope you can forgive me for being so careless.”

“Princess-” Fleur de Lis’s words caught in her throat as the first apology came not from her lips, but the royal creature who she’d almost raised her voice to. “I forgive you, but I don’t know if I forgive myself. I’d thought I was over all of this, but it looks like I was wrong.”

“Maybe you just have a strange way of going about the grieving process?” Celestia shrugged and resumed her kind expression.

“Clöper-Ross’s stages of grief?” Celestia nodded in confirmation, “I don’t actually know the order, so I just have to assume you’re right.”

“They are: Denial, anger, depression sadness and acceptance. True enough though, they don’t always happen in that order; in that case you’re probably perfectly normal. Hard to be out of order when there isn’t one.”

The uncomfortable tension from Fleur de Lis snapping at the princess had dissolved almost completely, allowing the two mares to enjoy the other’s company once again.

Fleur de Lis yawned widely and audibly. “Excuse me.” She pardoned her sleepy outburst, lazily staring up at the ceiling, “I think I will take you up on that offer, and thank you very much.”

“Think nothing of it, come I’ll show you to a bed.”

She worked her legs in the air, she soon found she didn’t mind acting a little foalish in front of the princess. Fleur de Lis had finally accepted that the god being in the room with her was also a friend; she didn’t mind a small amount of unladylike behavior in the company of friends.

The tired mare feigned a pathetic begging look and said, “Carry me, please?”

She’d meant it as a joke, but of course Celestia was of intent on making her guest as comfortable as possible; she therefore missed the part where Fleur de Lis wasn’t serious.

“Princess, er- Tia, you don’t actually have to carry me-” Fleur de Lis was about to explain the joke, but couldn’t before Celestia spoke.

“It is no trouble to me. I have been where you are now, minus having been drunk the previous night, and at one point had my sister carry me to my chambers. The look on her face was very memorable.” Celestia informed her floating companion as they moved through the halls.

“What I meant though was-” Again, Celestia stopped her.

This time her voice was a soothing whisper, and her horn subtly gained a slightly bright glow as she worked an enchanting magic. “Hush now, you worry about falling asleep I’ll do the rest.” The alicorn’s ‘hush’ seemed to echo through the halls, quiet though it was. It replaced every other sound in the palace.

One by one Fleur de Lis’s senses were taken away as the magically empowered desire for sleep engulfed her conscious mind. She was asleep long before her head ever touched a pillow, but the eternal ‘shhhhh’ of the princess’s magic continued. Even though she could not acknowledge that the sound persisted, her mind and body were very aware of it. By the time the sound, ended hours later, the spell had done its job, leaving a slowly awakening and refreshed unicorn in its fading absence.

All at once Fleur de Lis felt her senses return, but it was not a shock to her, it did not do anything to the tranquility of her re-entry into the waking world.

Whatever she lay on, it was soft; unimaginably soft, and warm as well. Afternoon sunlight poured in from the many windows that dominated one wall of the room, as well as the skylights above. There was no harshness or uncomfortable heat accompanying the sunlight. All of the windows were stained glass murals that possessed a glow of their own, made invisible by the light of the sun, that told of a magical enchantment of some kind.

The four-poster bed, Fleur de Lis noted, was large enough to accommodate four or five adult ponies comfortably. She began piecing together an easily interpreted fact based on the decor of the room. The large sun emblazoned on the comforter, as well as a clock shaped like a sun on the wall opposite the bed. The pillow cases were a divinely smooth silk, and the wood used to make the posts as well as most of the furniture in the room were a deep mahogany. The posts themselves were very finely carved spirals each ending in, and this was the part that killed all other theories Fleur de Lis could have formed, carved figures of alicorns.

A room fit for a princess. Fleur de Lis mused to herself, sitting up in the bed.

She already felt her body’s want to sink back into the comfy goodness of the bed, but these feelings were squashed by a mix of slight embarrassment from having slept in the bed belonging to a greater being than any other in the world, and spotting the clock that told her it was late afternoon. Since she still had to figure out where exactly Silver Leaf lived, and wanted to get ready before then, la Fleur forced her body out of bed.

Ignoring the slight pain from sleeping funny, la Fleur found that she felt amazing. It almost felt as if she were walking on clouds, and once the neck pain faded it would be easy to close her eyes and feel like she really was on a cloud.

Fleur de Lis trotted merrily to the large wooden doors, pausing only to manipulate the unfamiliar latch before stepping into the hall. Two unicorn stallions stood at attention watching the door to the princess’s chambers. These were two exceptionally large ponies, la Fleur noticed. If she had to guess, they would only be slightly smaller in a side-by-side comparison with Celestia.

As the door opened, the two looked at each other passively. One motioned towards Fleur de Lis with his head, and the other shrugged.

The shrugging stallion stepped forward and cleared his throat, “Princess Celestia ordered us to inform you that you are welcome to use her chambers for whatever you need. She also said to emphasise that her washroom is included in her offer, in case you need to ‘freshen up’ is how she put it.” Once he’d finished he took the two steps necessary to be back in his original place.

“Oh well, thank you. Please thank her for me, I don’t imagine I’ll get to see her again today.” Fleur de Lis ran a hoof through her mane and noticed how frizzy it was. She quickly retreated back into the royal bedroom, and went to make herself presentable.

By the time Fleur de Lis made her way through the maze-like halls of the palace, and was back on the street, it was getting on towards seven o’clock. Thanks to a rather helpful guard who she’d met halfway through, one who had saved her from getting lost, Fleur de Lis now knew how to get to Silver Leaf’s street.

This dinner was the only thing planned for the day that didn’t have a time constraint, and while she felt a little bad for making the poor colt eat so late, la Fleur felt Silver Leaf would be more than understanding.

At a brisk pace, Fleur de Lis made it to Silver Leaf’s house in only a few minutes. It was a humble dwelling. It was a nice enough neighborhood, but it wasn’t nearly as nice as some in Canterlot. His house was a white, single story home with a modest porch.

A sign attached to both the overhang and the ground read Home of Silver and Autumn Leaf In curvy silver letters.

It suddenly occurred to Fleur de Lis as she re-read the sign a few times, that earth pony painters must have it hard. If an earth pony had a talent for painting, they certainly deserved some respect.

Fleur de Lis quickly pulled herself from her thoughts, not wanting any more of the evening to disappear. She knocked three times and waited.

Glass broke somewhere in the house as the front door was flung open. The look on Silver Leaf’s face told her that he probably would have or had been greeting everyone who came to the door the same way, in case it was her. His expression turned to one of shock when he found that it really was the most beautiful mare he’d ever laid eyes on, and not the mailpony

The pained groan of someone, likely a filly by the sound, followed shortly after the door being opened and the crash of glass faded.

“Hi there.” Silver Leaf said, inspecting his coat for stray paint.

“Is somepony hurt?” Fleur de Lis asked, trying to see beyond the main room to find the source of the moaning.

“Well, my sister was posing on a throne of bottles.” He was looking back at Fleur de Lis, satisfied with his self inspection.

She gave him a bewildered look.

“They were glued together.” He explained, hoping it would alleviate her confusion.

“What happened though?” Fleur de Lis pushed.

“She probably moved too much even though I told her not to. Probably knocked the whole thing over.” He shrugged and moved to the side, “Would you like to come in?”

Fleur de Lis shot him a worried look but accepted his invitation nonetheless.

Inside she noticed that everything, aside from the furniture and tables, was in shades of silver-grey. Paintings of all sorts took up the space where a proper wall should be. Each painting Fleur de Lis could see depicted a unique scene or setting.

While Silver Leaf went to check on his sister, Fleur de Lis found herself captivated by one particular painting of a pegasus mare who stood far away from the frame. In addition to the precise brush strokes used to make it, the mare herself seemed to be alive with a fierce energy. Before long Fleur de Lis found herself locked in a staring contest with the mare composed of shades of grey. It was when she looked into the painted mare’s eyes that she found the power that almost put her at the mercy of the unthinking piece of art. The two distant orbs were actually a vibrant orange. Silver Leaf had evidently snuck in the color to bring focus to a particular point, and had pulled it off wonderfully based on la Fleur’s reaction. The fire that burned in the silver pegasus’s eyes is what brought a sense of passion to the whole piece.

Fleur de Lis smiled, finally turning away from the painting; she went in the direction Silver Leaf had. As she passed through the room, she noticed that in the most random places were thin, subtle streaks of color. The effect on the entire atmosphere was a world comprised of every shade of grey that was still welcoming and entertaining.

Silver Leaf suddenly interrupted the exploring mare, leaping in front of her just before the kitchen.

The grey colt stood on his hind legs doing his best to block her view into the room beyond.

“You don’t want to go in there.” He declared, looking over his shoulder. “There’s paint, broken glass and beer everywhere.

The panicking colt was mentally beating himself for allowing the high society mare to see his home in this condition; he needed a plan to get her out as quickly and politely as possible.

Fleur de Lis easily saw the distress written over every inch of the colt’s body, and realized this situation was slowly ruining his night.

“I just wanted to know if you’re sister was alright. We can get going if you’d like.” She offered, taking several steps back from the doorway.

“It umm- Yeah she’s okay. Drunk, almost unconscious, but okay. She’s had way worse, but I wanted to get her to a bed before we left.”

Another moan came from behind Silver Leaf. With a sigh he dropped down onto all four hooves, and turned back into the kitchen; he nearly forgot that the mare in the hall shouldn’t rightly be anywhere near such a mess.

Nearly.

“It is a bad mess, really. You shouldn’t have to see it.” Silver Leaf said over his shoulder, disappearing into the kitchen.

“It isn’t so bad; when you said you were a painter I half expected there to be paint everywhere and- I guess there is, isn’t there?” She paused, just before stepping into the kitchen.

It was as Silver Leaf had said. Several hundred bottles were scattered around the room, the remnants of some bottle made structure sat in the middle. A slowly spreading puddle of alcohol mixed with silver paint was carrying small bits of shattered bottles across the floor. In the middle of it all was a fairly large earth pony filly. Her coat was a warm, orangish-red, and her mane was white with gold streaks but was cut fairly short.

She appeared to be having difficulty getting her entire body to touch the floor, and she rolled around until her withers finally made contact with it The dampness didn’t seem to phase her as she worked every muscle along her back, trying feverishly for repeat success. As the drunk pony continued shifting around on the floor, Fleur de Lis noticed how well toned the red filly’s muscles were; that in addition to a slight pudge, thanks to years of drinking, fully explained her impressive size.

After a few moments of focusing on the filly’s wiggling flank, Fleur de Lis determined her cutie mark to be a golden springboard.

An athlete of some sort. she thought to herself while Silver waded through the shallow glass sea to his sister’s side.

“Hey, Autumn?” He spoke softly and nudged her with a gentle hoof.

Autumn Leaf froze instantly when she heard her brother’s voice.

“Hmm?” She intoned, her eyes almost completely shut.

“Remember when I told you I was going to have dinner with somepony?” He reminded her, knowing full well she’d forgotten.

“Maybe.” She replied flatly, opening a single eye to look at him.

“Well, that somepony is here, so I’m going to be leaving shortly. I was wondering if you wanted help finding your bed before I left.”

Her eyes opened all the way to look at him skeptically. Suddenly a huge grin spread across her muzzle; the larger sibling pulling her brother down with a foreleg around his neck and roughly messing his mane.

After finishing her intensive noogie, she released her brother and said, with her voice heavy with lovey-dovey teasing, “Look at my wittle brother going out with his lil’ filly friend. This time it’s even not one of mom’s half baked blind dates! Where is she, I wanna meet her.” Autumn Leaf cast her gaze around the room, looking everywhere except the only entrance to the kitchen; the grin she wore faded when her eyes fell upon Fleur de Lis, who was shaking off a slight blush from embarrassment for the recently assailed colt’s sake.

Autumn Leaf looked from her brother to the beautiful, slender mare who was supposedly his date, several times before settling angrily on her brother.

“Autumn, this is miss Fleur de-” Silver Leaf tried to introduce his guest.

“You!” His sister interrupted, pointing an accusatory hoof at her brother.

“Me? What did I do?” Silver Leaf asked slowly, keeping in mind that his sister was much stronger than himself.

“You keep me holed up in here making me feel guilty for not being able to bring in any money so I can’t pay rent. And-” Her cheeks puffed up as words got caught in her mouth. It took some time while her brain caught up with her angry thoughts that had skipped by any sort of moderation.

“Okay, Autumn, you’re a little drunk,” He reminded her carefully, resisting the urge to move out of her considerable reach. “so if you could try to avoid saying something you or I will regret, that would-” He was cut off by his sister when the rest of the charges against him made it to her tongue.

“How much are you paying her!?” She demanded, flailing a hoof in Fleur de Lis’s direction.

“All well, there it is.” Silver Leaf turned to look at Fleur de Lis, he didn’t bother saying he was sorry, instead wearing the shame from bringing Fleur de Lis into his home.

“She isn’t- That’s not what this is.” Silver Leaf denied. As weakly as he’d said it, it was still the truth.

The honesty in his voice penetrated his sister’s drunken haze long enough to bring her some much needed insight. Though she believed him, the situation confused her to no end. Her thoughts were slowly trudging through the alcohol her brain was drowning in.

Fleur de Lis, for her part, simply stood and absorbed the accusation of being a prostitute without flinching or attempting to form an insult in return.

“But she’s beautiful,” Autumn Leaf insisted, “What other kind of date happens-” She tried to read the clock, but quickly gave up settling on, “However late this is. It’s later than four, that’s when I started drinking today.”

“You believe she’s not a-” He choked on the word, not wanting it to be in a sentence associated with the beautiful mare behind him. “That... Right?” His sister nodded sullenly. “Do you want help getting to bed?” He hung his head and breathed a sigh of relief glad to finally be making progress.

After several attempts to stand on her own she nodded again. Silver Leaf dragged a chair in front of his sister, noisily disturbing many bottles along the way; he motioned towards it with his head while he walked to her side.

Fleur de Lis watched with quiet curiosity, wanting to know how a chair fit in to getting the drunk filly to a bed.

Autumn Leaf lifted herself up with help from the chaty, wanting to know how a chair fit in to her getting to a bed.

Autumn Leaf lifted herself up with help from the chair. It was clear she wouldn’t stay that way if she didn’t get support. Her brother was quick to act, positioning himself so as to giver her a place to fall.

Autumn Leaf cried out in alarm when what little balance she retained was lost causing her to fall forward. He caught her falling weight with a loud grunt. With one of his larger sibiling’s legs slung over his back and three of her hooves on the floor made the drunk filly a very awkward load. The determined expression Silver Leaf wore said that he’d done this before, and all that was needed was patience and a little willpower.

When he saw the white mare watching the awkward display with passive eyes he also blushed, realizing he had an audience.

Fleur de Lis smiled and said, “Wait please, let me help.” Her horn began to glow; as the light from her horn brightened the room, the somewhat proud mare felt a stab of envy remembering how impossible it was to tell when Princess Celestia ever used her magic. She shook off these feelings and focused on the present.

As Autumn Leaf was wrapped in la Fleur’s magic aura and lifted, she flailed weakly in protest but gave up when she caught on to its intent.

For the drunken filly’s comfort Fleur de Lis turned her over and carefully cradled her with the magic. She also tucked her tail between her legs in an effort to cover her private area; not that Autumn Leaf was with it enough to appreciate the gesture, or that anyone present was interested in seeing it anyways.

Silver Leaf quietly lead them through the house; he was contemplating how many more thank yous and apologies he now owed the caring and patient mare. There was a heavy knot in the pit of his stomach from the thought of how horrible an impression this night was going to leave.

Silver Leaf pushed the door to his sisters room, and stood aside to let her floating form pass by.

Fleur de Lis laid the filly down bottom first, lifting a towel from the floor and drying her mane before laying her head on a pillow.

Silver Leaf quickly trotted into the room, and pulled the covers up to his sister’s searching hooves. She smiled gratefully, and pulled the blanket up to her neck.

Before leaving he gently kissed her forehead and whispered, “Is there anything you want me to get you to eat?”

“I’m full.” She whined sleepily.

“You know you’ll be hungry in an hour, so I might as well get you something while I’m out. Unless you want cereal.”

“Mmm..” Autumn Leaf intoned thoughtfully, before grinning. “How about a marshmallow casserole and a large alfalfa bomb shake from that one cafe?”

“First of all, that place is probably closed. Second, I’m not buying you booze; you’ve had enough for one day.”

“Okay,, what if you get back after midnight?” Her grin widened further.

“Then I’ll be quiet coming in. I also sort of doubt that will happen anyways, it’s just dinner.”

“But then it would be tomorrow and I could start drinking again, right?” As much as Silver Leaf hated his sister’s drinking problem, the short moments of lucidity where she managed to form coherent thoughts made him smile.

Silver Leaf suddenly realized that the mare who was treating him to dinner had likely reached the limits of her gratitude after what she’d been subjected to under his roof. If she simply left, he wouldn’t blame her.

“Sure it isn’t.” Autumn Leaf yawned sleepily, giving her brother a nose full of her alcohol tainted breath. He recoiled in disgust reflexively; he’d grown used to it, but that didn’t mean he had to pretend he didn’t mind.

“Just remember not to expect a kiss on a first date.” She reached up and gave her brother a heavy pat on the top of his head. It was meant to be reassuring, but it hurt more than anything else. Silver Leaf said nothing about it.

After Autumn Leaf’s last statement, Fleur de Lis felt the need to move away from the doorway. She made her way back to the front room. She wanted to allow them some privacy as well as escape the drunk filly’s insistence of the romantic implications of going to dinner with the good-hearted colt. To outside observers it could very well seem like a date. As long as she and Silver Leaf understood that it wasn’t, Fleur de Lis would be fine.

Silver Leaf heard her quick hoofalls away, and felt his fears validated. He said a final goodnight to his sister, and headed to the living room to make sure the door got shut after Fleur de Lis left.

To the disheartened colts immense surprise, Fleur de Lis was waiting patiently on a chair. They both perked up when the other came into view.

“You’re still here?” Silver Leaf asked nervously. He was now thinking of all the harsh comments that were soon to come.

“You do recall I’m taking you to dinner, yes?” She raised an eyebrow while standing to walk to the door.

“You still want to do that?” His eyes were unsure, like a confused, curious puppy. Silver Leaf, after having been reassured by the too-good-for-him mare, still couldn’t wrap his head around her willingness to be anywhere near him.

Fleur de Lis sighed and opened the door.

“Just step out onto the street, and maybe when I join you, you will finally see that I’m serious.”

Silver Leaf quickly retrieved his saddlebag, and followed the silent command of her pointing hoof.

Out on the street, he waited quietly until the tall mare came up next to him.

“Where would you like to go?” Fleur de Lis’s soft voice told that she had many questions to ask. She knew better than to unload them immediately after the worry he’d been put through.

“Where did you want to go?” Silver Leaf replied, trying to be polite.

“I arrived yesterday, and this is my third visit to Canterlot, ever.” She said with a small laugh. “I don’t know where the good places are, I hoped you did.”

“I guess that is something I do know, if only because I know I can’t afford to eat at those places.” He said offhandedly, shrugging as they began down the street.

“Great then, show me the way!” She suddenly dropped her normally reserved attitude in an effort to alleviate the tension still evident in the colt next to her.

“Are you sure? I really wouldn’t mind somewhere less expensive.”

Fleur de Lis stopped and fixed him with a flat look.

“Oh yeah, you’re wealthy aren’t you.”

“Something like that.” She said resuming her slow walk.

They went along quietly for a while before Silver Leaf started looking around nervously.

“I wasn’t even paying attention, but this isn’t the best place to be at night.” His voice was just above a whisper.

Fleur de Lis looked up and down the empty streets casually. She decided this neighborhood wasn’t much different from most. It was, in fact, slightly more upscale than the area Silver Leaf lived in.

“I think we’ll be okay if we just hurry through. Nopony is even here.”

“It’s too late to try going around I suppose.” The still worried colt admitted. “We’ll probably be ‘closing down’ whatever place we eat at.” He finished, then followed her advice and picked up his pace.

Unbeknownst to the two, they had been spotted. A short tremor rocked Silver Leaf’s body as the observers began to talk about him and the mare he walked next to.. At the very least, there was no immediate danger.

His worry returned for a reason he couldn’t explain. He actually spotted something pony shaped in an alleyway. Unfortunately for his conscious mind, it didn’t register while he was preoccupied with finding a restaurant suitable to the refined unicorn’s standards.

It was another twenty minutes while Silver Leaf showed Fleur de Lis the only eatery left on his mental checklist of places he could or should take her.

Taste the World the sign almost demanded in large gold letters.

This restaurant, as Silver Leaf informed the quizzical mare, not only served the fruits, grains and vegetables that were cornerstones known to a pony’s diet, but strange and exoctic delacacies from Zebra lands and beyond.

A prime example was an egg hardboiled in special herbs and elixirs native to zebra lands. It had becoming wildly popular since its introduction. He’d gone on at her request continued while they made their way to the establishment.

A pony had to work very hard to find out where the bright shelled egg had come from.

The cook hired to prepare dishes known to zebras alone, who was himself a zebra, simply said, “Phoenix eggs they are not, now would you like one fresh from the pot?” On any other topic he was an excellent conversationalist, but when it came to his recipes, he said next to nothing. The silver colt went on and on without realizing. Fleur de Lis was delighted that he’dd managed to talk to her without imput for so long. She only hoped this attitude would last the though the night.

As Silver Leaf and Fleur de Lis approached the large, polished oak doors, flanked on either side by the large pillars that held the restaurant’s name aloft, Silver Leaf moved to open the door for the already too kind mare. Just before reaching them, they swung open with the aid of la Fleur’s magic.

In his mind he’d once again failed her as well as himself. He looked down at the ground as she caught up with him.

Predicting when he was about to fall into this particular mood was quickly becoming second nature to the perceptive mare. She rolled her eyes; coming up behind him, she quickly swatted his cutie mark with masterful precision and minimal force.

Silver Leaf yelped mostly in surprise as the light sting shot through his flank. He spun around looking for the source the attack. The only things behind him were a sweetly smiling unicorn, and her outstretched hoof. She made no attempt to deny what she’d done, Silver Leaf was therefore thoroughly surprised.

Before he could ask she answered, “ I appreciate all the effort you’re putting forth to make this night pleasant for me.” She took on a stern expression. “This night is for you to enjoy. Jumping through hoops because you think you may offend me by breathing, doesn’t seem pleasant to me; as a matter of fact it’s sort of upsetting me. Does it really do anything good for you?”

Her tone was just harsh enough to drive the point home once and for all, but she managed to maintain her kind, understanding demeanor.

“Alright, so I don’t need to help you with your chair?” He laughed awkwardly.

“I think you’re getting it.” She nodded, and started walking through the door while a wave of relief washed over the frazzled colt’s face.

Just inside the door, Fleur de Lis halted. A strange, warm and heavily seasoned scent assailed her senses. A part of her wanted to know what was producing the smell, another simply demanded to know how long it was before whatever it was could be in her mouth, yet a third part remembered she was, in general, very hungry. This third part managed to give the orange stallion waiter an answer.

“Table for two. No I don’t have a reservation.” She levitated out twenty bits for walking in without a reserved table.

If she had looked around the dining area, she would have had ample reason to protest the expense; her eyes were fixed on the large selection of foods to find the source of the tantalizing smell.

“They’re going to seat us.” Silver Leaf said, coming up next to the near mezzmerized mare. She jumped a little when he’d suddenly come from nowhere. She had been very focused on a single task, allowing him to “sneak up” on her.

Fleur de Lis swallowed several times in order to prevent any saliva from escaping her mouth while she spoke.

“That sounds wonderful.” She said, taking one last look for the source of the smell, before turning to catch up with Silver Leaf.

They followed the waiter as he led them to a booth where they were very far away from any potential noise. The central dining area had a few other late night diners, whose conversations barely broke a whisper. The kitchen was exceptionally quiet. In this area the silence was a blanket draped comfortably over those within it.

It took until she no longer had line of sight to the food that she noticed the decor of the restaurant. Strange cultural items adorned all the walls in sight. The booth and chair cushions were made of a smooth, red velvet, and were constructed of the polished oak that this establishment seemed especially fond of.

One piece in particular caught Fleur de Lis’s wandering eyes while they ordered drinks. Both got water. The piece was actually several pieces that made up some sort of ceremonial battle armor. It was composed of: a metal helmet with a rounded top, a chainmail chestpiece under a harness with several knives. It wasn’t until she spotted the gloves near the waistline that she placed what culture it belonged to.

Silver Leaf had been apologizing about worrying so much earlier today.

She finally came back to the present and asked, “Do they serve griffon food here?”

The slightly confused colt took it as ‘We aren’t going to worry about that anymore.’ So he let it go.

“Yeah they do, why?” He asked, getting comfortable in the booth.

“What do griffons eat?” She asked trying in vain to think of anything that could be a part of a griffon’s diet.

The answer she got embarrassed her slightly. It should have been obvious.

“Meat mostly.” The grey colt shrugged.

“Are there enough griffons in Canterlot to justify serving meat here? I can’t imagine they sell enough to make it worth importing.”

“Ponies that try it, say that it isn’t that bad.”

Fleur de Lis winced at the revelation.

“Ponies do not eat meat.” She stated rather forcefully.

“Apparently they can, and do.” He said apologetically.

“Have you tried it?” She asked, honestly curious.

“Once yeah. My parents came to visit, and took Autumn Leaf and I here. After a bottle and a half of wine, my sister wouldn’t stop hitting me under the table until I tried some. So I did, before she broke something.”

“How was it?” Fleur de Lis leaned forward excitedly.

“I don’t know how to describe it exactly, but it really did taste twice as good as it smelled. It smelled really good too. I just don’t know why it tastes so good.”

“What does it smell like?” She pushed on, as the waiter came back with their water.

He sniffed at the air, “Like that.” He said waving a hoof in the air.

Fleur de Lis mimicked his action and was immediately reminded of the cooking food that had been driving her mad as soon as she’d entered.

“That smell, is meat?” She said skeptically.

“Yeah, the way it’s cooked it kind of dominates other smells. I think, unless you know to order something specific, the chef will give you a- Stalk?” He rubbed his chin in thought. “No, it’s a steak! That’s what he called it, steak.”

“Steak, huh?”

“Would you like Kris to prepare you a fresh steak this evening?” The waiter had returned intending to inform them that this was a buffet. It had apparently slipped past their notice, as enraptured they were by their conversation.

“I’d like that a lot.” Silver Leaf spoke up. “If she wants to try it she can have some of mine.”

“Very good then. Please feel free to help yourselves whenever you’re ready.” With that the waiter bowed lightly.

“Oh, right.” Silver Leaf got up, “It’s a buffet; I’d forgotten about that.”

Fleur de Lis shrugged and followed him to the food bar.

As adventurous as she considered herself, Fleur de Lis was having a difficult time choosing things other than normal pony food. It didn’t help that the diet of zebras and ponies overlapped in many areas. Or that diamond dogs ate almost everything that ponies didn’t, including certain types of rocks. Looking at all the different kinds of food, the practical mare couldn’t find any justification for carrying these foods in Equestria’s Capital. She kept quiet about it, and put several small portions of foods she didn’t think would make her gag, on her plate.

That’s when she came to the zebra chef’s station and spotted a mushroom sauce intended to top rice.

Before she could put any on her plate the zebra mare gave her a warning, “The owner of this place wishes to inform you, these mushrooms may, for a night, change your world view.” Her accent was wonderfully exotic, which did little to help Fleur de Lis in interpreting the warning.

“Umm, I don’t think I understand.” She blushed slightly, feeling the non physical impact of a language barrier.

“Oh jeeze, she means you might have minor hallucinations if you eat the mushrooms.” Squawked a male griffon standing by a grill several stations down. “You and I both know you’ve lived here long enough to stop doing that, so stop.”

A black stallion poked his head out of a back room and cleared his throat loudly to get the griffon’s attention. When the griffon, looked the stallion slowly shook his head, while wearing a stern expression.

The griffon relaxed his shoulders and let out a deep breath. Returning to the large cut of meat sizzling on the grill.

“Speaking the pony dialect I could do, but I love the reaction that it gets from you.”

She chuckled lightly and turned back to the waiting unicorn.

“There you have it young pretty mare, you may try the sauce, if you dare.” Her tone was jokingly grave, or that’s what Fleur de Lis got from the smile she wore.

“How does it taste?” Fleur de Lis asked still unsure.

“In special sauce these mushrooms stew, they taste quite sweet to all but a few.”

“Okay, thank you for the warning.” She was still unsure, but was now more at ease as she walked away with a helping of rice and mushroom sauce.

The zebra did say “may” have side effects; they looked, smelled, and sounded well worth the minor risk. This was how Fleur de Lis reasoned away any concerns she still had. She had fairly poor risk-assessment skills on an empty stomach, something she was loath to admit.

Silver Leaf had beaten the fairly selective mare back to the table, and was waiting nervously for her return. He had some unreasonable hang-up about being here first; he took some comfort in recognizing it as unreasonable, and managed to push it out of his head.

“I can’t believe that you would just go get all the good foods, and leave me standing there with no idea of where to start. That doesn’t sound fair to me at all.” Fleur de Lis asked crossly, just around the corner to their booth

SIlver Leaf felt both a sinking feeling and a laugh coming on; once she came into view the latter feeling won out. She wore a wide grin that was quickly mirrored by the waiting colt.

“You didn’t ask.” He retorted with a haughty tone.

“Sounds like you’re finally starting to enjoy the evening.” She said, settling down and looking over her plate of mostly unrecognizable foods.

“Yeah.” Silver Leaf smiled once she was seated, and began eating.

They ate in silence, while all the questions Fleur de Lis had held back began to bubble to the surface of her thoughts.

Fleur de Lis politely cleared her throat before speaking, “Can I ask you about your sister? Though if you don’t want to talk about it, I understand.”

“I’m not very used to talking about it; due to the fact that nopony else has really met my sister. To that end even fewer know I have a sister at all.”

“Like I said there’s no obligation to talk about something personal like that.”

“Well since you had to go through that whole mess where she accused you of being a- You know...” Silver Leaf shifted uncomfortably.

“Street walking prostitute?” She finished for him.

Silver Leaf nearly squirmed all the way off the bench.

“Yeah that.” He tried to avoid looking at her while the topic still hung in the space between them.

Fleur de Lis clopped her hoof on the table, causing both the water glasses and a startled colt to jump.

“You were saying...?” She asked, grinning cheekily.

“My sister, right?”

She nodded, and put a fork full of the rice and mushrooms in her mouth, eagerly awaiting an answer to her question.

“Autumn Leaf lives with me because she couldn’t wait to move out of our parents’ house years ago. After her career fell to pieces, she was too proud and stubborn to go back and live with mom and dad; with no place else to go, I let her move in with me.”

“Yet another instance of you being a good pony, why all of the drinking though? What was her career?” Fleur de Lis noticed her tone becoming increasingly insistent.

She took a breath, cleared her throat again and said, “Excuse me, continue if you wish.”

“Nothing to excuse.” He shrugged his shoulders and continued, “She was a gymnast. When we were growing up, ponies at home always said the way she climbed on everything was unnatural for an earth pony. Sometimes it seemed she was more afraid of the ground than she was heights. Once she got a trampoline for her birthday, that was basically it. She was all over town with it; it was small enough that she could carry it with her."

Fleur de Lis confirmed that she "saw" with a slight nod. She also saw the bittersweet smile slowly forming on his face from the trip down memory lane.

"That trampoline was the thing that helped her get a cutie mark; why it wasn't a trampoline I'll never know."

Silver Leaf shrugged and forked a mouthful of fried brussel sprouts into his maw. He savored the flavor and crunchiness as long as it lasted; then he noticed the slightly anxious looking mare staring at him.

The hungry colt swallowed with confused look, “Did you have another question?”

“You didn’t answer my last two.” Fleur de Lis said pointedly, taking a few sips of water.

“Oh, right.” He thought for a moment, and somewhat reluctantly put his fork down; starting carefully he said, “When Autumn joined the Flightless Fliers, a once famous acrobatic-slash-ballet group, her name became known pretty quickly. They all had a special talent that got them into the Fliers, but she excelled at everything the show was about. Made good money too, for a while; she seemed so happy, and I’d like to think she was in the beginning. I’d like to think that, but she wasn’t.”

Silver Leaf let loose a long drawn out sigh and continued, “Her co-stars, for lack of a better word, were getting jealous of her, and convinced the manager to make all pay equal regardless of popularity or skill. My sister with all her pride and determination, took the poorly concealed, spiteful attack in stride. This was when the drinking started. After a couple months, she was ‘famous enough’ to be invited to parties; I knew for a fact that Autumn Leaf, MY sister, never partied. It didn’t take long for her to discover how a few drinks made being in a large crowd less and less awkward. It bled into her private life, and then into her work. Eventually, she’d shown up late and drunk to rehearsals one too many times; so the rest of the crew pushed the manager to cut ‘that menace’ from the show.” Silver Leaf scowled and piled more food into his mouth, followed by a large drink of water.

“So he did then?” Fleur de Lis asked sadly.

“Not right away, no.” SIlver Leaf cleared his mouth and throat. “He tried to talk to Autumn and get her help. She refused to admit her problem, like so many do, so he had to cut her; his biggest star was gone, and the entirety for the acrobatic community felt it. The Flightless Fliers felt it the worst. All the bad publicity from cutting her was losing them ticket sales like nopony’s business. My sister drank and partied away half of her savings during the month of the group’s fallout; by the time they came to ask her back, she was too far gone to the bottle to care. From there, she drained most of her savings down her throat, and felt the burn pretty badly afterwards. I took her in after that.” He concluded with another mouthful of food, staring at his plate in deep contemplation.

“It really always happens to the best of ponies.” Fleur de Lis shook her head slowly. “You truly are one of the best.”

“Why does being good hurt then?” Silver Leaf looked to her for an answer she didn’t have.

“I wish I could tell you.”

They shared a moment of silence, during which Fleur de Lis realized the need for a sad-thought distracting subject.

“Come to think of it, I do believe I saw the Flightless Fliers when they were in Fillydelphia. It was a fantastic show as I remember.”

“One of their last.” Silver Leaf added gloomily.

When he said that, the well meaning mare realized she’d failed to properly change the subject.

“Unfortunate.” She said, grimacing at his gloomy tone, but planning to attempt another subject change in a while; she had another question first. “Why don’t you let her find work now; she complained about that right?”

Fleur de Lis guiltily marked another question off her mental checklist.

“She was upset when she thought you were a- Umm... Prostitute.” Silver Leaf received a slight nod telling him all was still well. “She was upset about it because I won’t let her sell her body for bits. The drinking keeps her out of other lines of work, so there isn’t much for her to do. The helpless feeling eats at her a lot.”

Fleur de Lis was starting to feel some of the pent up frustration she assumed Silver Leaf carried with him every day. The situation he was in was enough to keep a hundred ponies busy.

“Your steak sir.” The waiter stallion approached the table after detecting a lull in the very private conversation. Working here for many years he’d heard many, which helped him to keep his usual nonchalant disposition while he served the pair.

The strong scent of spices suddenly drove the dreary thoughts away; replacing them with a strong desire to drool, a desire Fleur de Lis had to battle with. She caught her tongue hanging over her lower lip without permission and silently chastised it, drawing the wet muscle back in before Silver Leaf or the waiter noticed.

“Will that be all then?”

Silver Leaf was having an equally hard time keeping his tongue in place, but managed to respond. “No thank you; this is just right.”

The waiter got away with rolling his eyes since the two customers were fixated on the steak. He shook his head walking away from the fascinated couple; why some ponies fell in love with meat he would never understand.

Fleur de Lis forked more rice and mushrooms into her mouth, and finally registered the flavor. Being so enraptured by the grey colt’s tale, she’d missed their bitter taste that quickly transitioned to a sour bite, before mellowing out.

She made a series of rather unbecoming faces, in time with each of the sensations assaulting her taste buds. First her eyes puckered while her eyes shut tight. She then threw her head back, while all but a small part of her wanted to spit the food back onto the plate.

Silver Leaf couldn’t stifle a laugh, at the range of faces she displayed, in time. Fleur de Lis shot him a dirty look but found herself unable to resist the infectious laughter when what he’d likely witnessed sunk in.

“The zebra said they were supposed to taste sweet.”

“Oh Celestia no. Did you get the mushroom sauce that should have an actual warning label?” Silver Leaf sat up straight.

Uh-oh

“Yeah, why?” She looked at the remaining mushrooms suspiciously.

He laughed into his hoof before providing his answer, “When my parents took Autumn and I here, mom tried those.” He got his giggling under control and paused for dramatic effect, “It was by far the funniest thing I had ever seen. It was like she’d been drinking for an hour straight, except her breath wasn’t horrid and she could control the volume of her voice.”

“Oh my.” Fleur de Lis subconsciously moved the plate away.

“Yep, I learned much more about my parents’ love life than I ever wanted to.”

“I See.” Fleur de Lis saw that she’d eaten almost all of the mushrooms and rice.

“I bring it up because it didn’t taste sweet to her either.”

The embarrassed mare facehoofed. “I made a mistake.”

“Maybe if you drink a lot of water it won’t be as bad.” Silver Leaf offered.

Without hesitation or consideration as to how toxins might work, Fleur de Lis downed her glass of water.

His most recent task of helping someone complete, Silver Leaf cut into his steak and hummed as the flavor melted his taste buds. It took some time, as he had discovered previously, ponies lacked the “tools” to eat meat effectively. Fleur de Lis’s curiosity was piqued upon hearing the colt come close to purring.

“May I?” She asked, her mushroom dilemma having been “dealt” with.

Silver Leaf nodded and continued to chew. It didn’t matter how long it took, each movement of his jaw brought out more flavor; he couldn’t think of a reason for ponies not to eat meat.

Meanwhile Fleur de Lis was watching the small bite of meat hanging in front of her. She inhaled its heavily spiced aroma one more time before closing her eyes and putting the morsel between her teeth.

Her eyes shot open once the seasoned, juicy bit of food toucher her tongue.

“It’s amazing.” Fleur de Lis said, admitting defeat in a battle that hadn’t taken place.

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The rest of dinner passed by happily after Fleur de Lis’s first taste of steak. She’d started asking him increasingly personal question as the non-fatal toxins from the mushrooms began to work their magic. Silver Leaf answered them all, the whole time unsure if he was allowed to do the same.

They stood just outside the restaurant by the time he worked up the nerve to ask his questions. He proceeded very carefully, “Can I ask you some questions?”

“Didn’t need my permission for that one did you? Keep on going.”

“Cool. He paused, while choosing where to begin. “What does a wealthy, beautiful mare like you do for work?”

“I’m a prostitute.” Her great willpower slightly degraded by mushrooms, Fleur de Lis couldn’t keep a straight face, especially when she saw the look of complete shock on the grey colt’s face.

“Really though, I ensure the physical well-being of whomever hires me. It’s my job to see to it that no harm comes to them..” Naturally she wouldn’t be so forthcoming with such information, but the mushrooms. The dizzy giddiness along with the night’s purpose, which was polite enjoyment, loosened her lips considerably.

“So you a: stunningly beautiful, wealthy, high-society mare, with the mind to be polite to everyone else; chose to be a bodyguard, instead of living somewhere nice and being rich the rest of your life?” Silver Leaf took a deep breath to recover from the long winded question.

“Yes, and thank you for the compliments. I’ve been told how beautiful I am before, but I feel old sometimes. It’s nice to know the opinion of a younger pony.” She yawned into her hoof and stumbled a bit in the process.

“Oh come on how old-” Silver Leaf’s eyes went wide and he stopped moving.

No no no absolutely not. Don’t finish that question, think of something else for Celestia’s sake! He was pressuring himself to come up with a way to finish that question without a mare’s wrath falling upon his head.

“How old do you think the clocktower is?” The pitch of of his voice ascended towards the end of his question.

“Dunno.” She grinned knowingly. “Trust me, you wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

Fleur de Lis yawned again, this time followed by a small squeak.

“Aww...” Silver Leaf intoned, he’d just heard a sound cute enough to melt the heart of the most bitter creature ever to exist.

“Oh, wow.” Were the next words out of his mouth. Their conversation had carried them farther from his home, or her’s; anothing thing that he’d have to straighten out before long.

“Why wow?” She gave him a sideways glance.

“We’re way off course, so to speak, it’s late and I forgot my sister’s food.”

“Oh.” She prioritized the issues in her head. “Where are we headed?” The top priority according to her slightly drugged brain.

“Would you like me to walk you home?”

“Oh no, I couldn’t have you walk to the other end of the city and back just for me.” She put a hoof near his withers and gently rocked him back and forth, “So very thoughtful of you to ask though.”

“I wouldn’t mind walking back to your home before we say goodnight.” She amended.

“Great.” Silver Leaf had a few more questions to ask.

Once they were on the right path he asked the follow up to his previous question, “Did you husband know about your line of work?”

“Well of course, he hired me for protection initially. I wouldn’t have met him otherwise.” She said it as if it were a frontpage story in yesterday’s paper.

“Wait really?” She halted mid stride. “Are you allowed to do that?”

“No,” She said angrily, “but I did anyways so- Oh, you aren’t Sandtrap sorry for yelling like that. I suppose after what I put you through last night, you deserve an explanation.”

“Not if you’re going to start crying again you don’t.” Silver Leaf took an almost authoritative tone.

“I won’t, I promise.”

“Pink Pie Swear?” Silver Leaf asked automatically, somewhere in his mind was a pink, poofy maned filly poking herself in the eye.

“I- Uhh... What?”

“I honestly don’t know. Just go ahead.” He shook the confusion from his mind.

“So umm...” Fleur de Lis forgot where they’d left off. Silver Leaf quickly picked up on her troubles.

“Your husband hired you as a bodyguard...”

“Oh yes,” She nodded, “He had a temper and managed to turn some business rivals into personal enemies. He contacted us after a severe beating on the street in front of his house, and I was one of a few not on assignment. It was good pay, and I’d have a nice place to stay. Even at that time I wasn’t exactly living paycheck to paycheck, it was still an appealing contract. It took weeks before I was sure I could even work with him once I started. Staples had some reckless behaviors that made protecting him a real hassle, but when I finally managed to set some ground rules I could tolerate his other activities. Once that tolerance was established, we got along , started talking like two actual ponies, instead of to partners bound by a contract.”

The resumed walking while Fleur de Lis continued.

“I didn’t know I was falling for him until about eight months on the job. He proved he felt the same way when he proposed to me. He was really a changed stallion; he liked his new self and he went to make up with his enemies. Our contract would have ended there, but he wanted me around longer. I wasn’t ready to go.”

“So you said yes, then what?”

"Then," She said through momentarily gritted teeth, "After six wonderful years of marriage, my boss decided to enforce certain policies. If I didn't end the marriage, there would be 'problems.' Staple's temper resurfaced when I told him it had to end. He wouldn't listen to the why of the issue; we had a fight, a divorce then finally he ended our contract and sent me away."

"But he died? After you'd left him, why did you take it so hard?"

Fleur de Lis turned to glare at the grey colt, her eyes leaking barely contained rage as well as tears.

"I still loved him! Why can't anyone understand that?!" Her voice was far too loud for the sleeping neighborhood.

"Miss Fleur de Lis I'm so sorry I didn't mean-" She interrupted him unable to register that he was attempting to apologize.

"We should have been together for the rest of our lives, I never wanted to leave him in the first place." Her voice died away when she saw Silver Leaf cowering beneath her furious verbal onslaught.

"I'm sorry." He said again, sitting up and forcing himself to look into the puffy white eyes.

"What do you have to apologize for?" Her voice was slightly hoarse from shouting.

"Because I pushed you on a topic I had no experience with. I love my sister and I love to see her happy, but I've never loved like you have; so who am I to question why you were hurt by his death? I guess I just hope all the good you shared with him outweighs the way it ended. I couldn't know so it was wrong of me to talk like I did.”

Saying he messed up in any other situation was simple for Silver Leaf. Customer right, Silver Leaf wrong. The only mare he could ever safely disagree with was his sister; with this mare he had to always justify his apologiies. To him it seemed a little backwards.

“You answered all of my questions, so I tried to do the same for you; that made us even. I snapped at you for no reason, I owe you an apology at the very least.” Fleur de Lis spoke as if informing a child on a fact of life.

“I don’t want you to owe me.” He complained. “I can’t have you owing me anything; I don’t want someone like you owing me, it just isn’t right.”

“We’ve talked about this, you are just as good as any other pony, if not better. Why are we-” Fleur de Lis paused for a moment, a crooked, half-smile crept onto her face.

“Why are we having this conversation again?” She chuckled, he joined her.

A brief moment of heavy sighing later, the heat of their argument had vanished; leaving an apology on the tips of both ponys’ tongues.

Silver Leaf attempted to voice his apology, prompting Fleur de Lis to put a deliberate hoof to his mouth. Her aim was entirely off, and she instead clipped the side of his head.

“Oops.” She said, steadying herself by sitting.

“Ow!” The unintentionally assaulted colt rubbed the side of his head.

The light jarring was enough to get Silver Leaf to look around. They were in that neighborhood again.

In the next instant two stallions, both unicorns, appeared seemingly out of nowhere five feet from where the pair had stoppped.

“Alright, let’s make this quick.” The speaker, a creme colored pony, took a few steps forward. His associate stood in place, continuing to look menacing.

Silver Leaf swallowed the lump in his throat, and positioned himself between the two muggers and his marefriend.

No she’s not my mare friend. Silver Leaf lost focus of the situation. She’s just a mare who happens to be my friend, right? The sound of Fleur de Lis’s voice brought him back to the present.

“Make what quick?” Fleur de Lis took her sweet time in acknowledging the newcomers.

She thought for a moment before deciding upon what exactly they meant, “Oh, I’m not like that.” She was going off the assumption that they were mistaken like Silver Leaf’s sister was initially. She was far too busy “seeing the air” to give her full attention to the situation.The mushroom’s potent effects were in full swing, filling her brain with mixed sensations.

“Not like wha-” He covered his face with a hoof, “Oh nevermind, just drop your bags and back up. Or else.”

Silver Leaf presented his broadside to them in order to get the considerably larger stallions to look at him.

“You won’t lay a hoof on her.” He growled, nostrils flaring.

“Ma’am, control your son.” The creme stallion barked.

“Oh, are they trying to mug us?” Fleur de Lis was finally catching on. An awkward grin appeared on her face while a warm feeling filled her body. The toxins provided a very pleasant downward slope; something she would be grateful for, if she were actually aware of her condition.

Recently voiced threats managed to pierce Fleur de Lis’s mindfog. When she realized they were directed at her and her companion, she fought through the haze and focused on the two would-be muggers.

As much as she could, the trained mare took stock of the situation. She found it fairly annoying that it took so much effort to count the number of ponies not on her side. Two she finally decided.

Two stallions, one levitating a length of pipe, the other a chain; finally, they wanted her money.

Like hell that was happening.

Fleur de Lis noticed how sluggish her movements were, and her head slightly numbed. She still felt confident in the fact that she could surprise them. As quickly as she possibly could, she reared up and tried to charge forward, instead winding up hanging over her guardian colt’s back. She’d neglected to count him at all.

“Hey, what are you doing there?” She giggled at the silly colt.

“Trying and failing to be intimidating.” He looked back at her quizzically, “What about you?”

“Don’t worry about me.” She shifted on his back.

She was heavier than he would have ever dared to guess. Still, she weighed next to nothing compared to the average pony.

He didn’t drop his confused expression, while she remained slung over his back.

When Fleur de Lis looked back towards the two muggers, who were growing more impatient by the second, a brilliant idea came to her.

Silver Leaf felt silk run across his neck as the mare on his back moved her head, her lips stopping just shy of his ear. He shuddered both in confusion and slight excitement when he felt warm air flow over the cup of his ear.

Her voice was quiet, dark, serious but interrupted by small snickers. Fleur de Lis couldn’t help herself from enjoying her plan.

“When I shift my weight, drop to the ground. Okay?” As confused as the grey colt was, he was glad that someone present had a more positive way to deal with the stallions.

Fleur de Lis waved a forehoof at the two stallions spastically. “You can have my bits over his dead body!”

“Alright, enough of this.” The unicorn in charge growled. Both now advanced, bludgeon and chain floating a few inches from their owners.

Silver Leaf looked at the mare hanging over his backside with growing concern .It didn’t occur to him until it was too late to stop her, that she intended to try something risky. Her weight shifted forward. The signal. Reacting solely on her instructions Silver Leaf’s body did as she had said, in direct defiance of his shocking realization.

The mare became a pink and white streak, as soon as all four hooves hit the ground. As she moved Silver Leaf swore he heard, “No worries dear. After all I am a bodyguard.”

The nearest stallion managed to say “Wha-” Before the agile mare was underneath him, and tossing him into the air; her horn grazing his skin. With the aid of her magic, he was catapulted into the air landing with what would be considered, just under lethal force. His concentration broken, the chain fell to the ground.

The second she stopped, the world lurched forward, causing her to fall on her face. Luckily for her, the second stallion was having trouble believing that a wealthy looking mark had just charged his friend, let alone tossed him like a stone. This unnacceptance of reality slowed his reaction to her falter.

Silver Leaf was in the same boat with the shocked stallion. He’d just watched the most beautiful and probably nicest mare he’d ever known, plow into a stallion defending both herself and him. He’d also watched her face plant with an utter lack of grace.

“Hey!” The still standing stallion shouted, finally registering that one of the ponies he was holding up had moved a considerable distance.

He spun around quickly and found Fleur de Lis recovering from her crash. Their eyes met as the pipe swung towards her head. Fleur de Lis’s horn flared up , emitting a violent, pale-pink light. The pipe suddenly without the magic force driving it, lost some of its power; it still glanced off the side of the white mare’s head with enough force to do moderate damage. Her assailant dropped to the ground and covered his head in his hooves.

Overwhelming guilt mixed with the debilitating fear of persecution spiked through the criminal ponies’ mind. Two worries long since locked away, suddenly freed themselves and ran through every thought he formed. His sobs filled the deathly silent streets.

Silver Leaf had rushed to her side as soon as the pipe started through the air.

“Miss Fleur de Lis!?” He was hyperventilating, near tears, and about to scream. All these feelings sprang up from the fear that he might have just watched her die.

This rising and falling of her chest cleared away some of the rampant emotions; though the red patch pooling by her head caused him to choke on several sobs.

“No no no- Please say something, anything!” He parted her pink and white mane to look at the wound.

“Anything?” Fleur de Lis responded weakly.

“Yeah,” His entire body trembled with a large amount of tension released in a long sigh, “anything will work.”

A series of cries started up from two nearby houses.

“I think we woke the children.” Silver Leaf said, moving her mane to check the wound again. He dug around in his saddlebag as a sudden realization struck him, pulling out his work uniform. He pressed it to the seeping, red gash, and held it there while somewhat successfully fighting back his tears.

“No,” She began, looking to the weeping stallion a few feet away. “I think I overcharged the spell. My head felt numb before the pipe hit. The blood loss isn’t helping I guess.”

“I- It should have been me.” Silver Leaf said sadly, looking away while keeping pressure on the wound. The sounds of ponies in armor were fast approaching, far beneath his guilt ridden mind.

“Nah, how else would I have paid you back?” Fleur de Lis tried to lighten the mood slightly.

“Dammit! You paid me back with dinner, so quit saying stuff like that. I can’t and won’t have somepony like you owing me anything ever!” Recent events brought back his feelings of unworthiness. Never would he have guessed that the night would end with him being emasculated, and then made helpless to effectively aid a friend in need.

He’d clearly surprised himself with the outburst; before he could apologize however, the Canterlot guard arrived, forming a circle around the scene.

The young grey colt surrounded by two large stallions, one crying, the other unconscious; holding the beautiful, white, but most importantly bleeding mare, who he happened to be yelling at her by the time they showed up, was very quickly hauled away and arrested for assault. He wasn’t fully aware of what was happening, or who the ponies around him were, all he knew is that they were in the way of him keeping pressure on the wound; so he fought, adding another charge to his growing list of crimes. It took three guards to restrain his squirming form completely.

If he weren’t so angry with the world, the tingling in his mane would have tipped the struggling colt off about the bottomless hole of trouble he’d just jumped into. He’d figure it out soon enough, but first he was hit with a paralysis spell that magically stopped the brain from performing major motor skills. His breathing became shallow and his limbs stopped flailing; the world retreated behind a black curtain. All that Silver Leaf could see was a white mare with her hoof pointing at him, weakly trying to protest the treatment he’d received.

Then. Nothing.