Lovely Rarity

Part 11

The little group of mares and filly anxiously wait for their Princess and their newfound alien friends’ return in the throne room. The five friends were either sitting or laying on the carpet, talking among themselves about their day, stories and plans, while Sweetie Belle sits on Fluttershys’ lap in relaxation and having her mane brushed and played with. Rarity sits close to Fluttershy, talking to her about the possible things they might do when Marcus and the Princess return, her eyes and smile full of hope and joy. Princess Luna and Twilight were sitting by a window and a small coffee table, talking about the modern and past political system, while occasionally sipping on their teacups.

Sweetie then suddenly lets out a loud sneeze out of nowhere, and then a portal roars to life in front of Celestias’ throne. All the waiting ponies quickly gets up to their hooves, while Sweetie stares at the portal with wide eyes, her ears pressed against her head before she quietly says, “Excuse me…”.

They all form a semicircle around the portal, being cautious of the electric sparks flying about around the threshold. They did not have to wait long, as Celestia is spat out with a yelp, flopping down on her belly on the carpet, then groans while resting her chin on the floor. Luna and Applejack quickly drag her away from the portal by her arms, the feathers on her wings somewhat ruffled up from her tumbling travel between the dimensions.

As Luna, Twilight, and Applejack takes care of Celestia, asking her questions and checking her body to see any visible damage, Rarity stares at the swirling portal intensely, waiting anxiously for her love-interest to appear and return to her. As each grueling second goes by, she quickly notices the portal beginning to shrink rapidly. She stares with her widening eyes as her world slowly crashes down, unable to look away as if she was watching an airship erupt into flames as it slowly falls back to earth. By the time she takes her second step to reach for it, the entrance to the other world closes into nothingness.

She begins to hyperventilate as she starts searching the large room to find another portal, hoping to see Marcus fall through and back in her arms, but her wishes were not granted, as she does not see any such doorways.

With a click of her mind, she quickly sets her target on the princess that went with Marcus to his world, and she was beginning to see red as grief-filled anger starts to set in. Her horn a lit, tears rolling down her cheeks from her glaring eyes, her fists shacking in tense anticipation, and her fast heart beating in her ears.

She was ready to tear another one for her dear Princess. That is, until she hears her little sister calling for her.

“Big sis?” Sweetie says in worry as she looks at her angered, older sibling, glaring daggers at their princess.

Rarity, realizing what she was willing to do in the open, and noticing everyone in the room was now looking at her in confusion and worry. She quickly activates a spell and disappears with a flash, teleporting out of the room, before she does something she might regret.

“O-oh my…” Futtershy says once she saw what Rarity looked like before she teleported, the urge to go and hug and sooth her friend was strong. It pains her too see so much pain and misery expressed on her friend. But, before she could run off to find Rarity, she hears Luna say something.

“Sister. Where is Sir Marcus?” Luna asks, her sister just getting up on her hooves shakily, still somewhat dazed.

“He… oh my…” Celestia covers her mouth as her stomach clenches. The ponies around her quickly takes a couple steps away from their green-cheeked alicorn.

A moment later, once she was sure she wasn’t going to vomit, she takes a couple deep breathes to try and calm her nerves and her stomach. A maid then quickly scurries over to the Princess, holding onto a glass of water with a pill dissolving away at the bottom, and offers it to Celestia. With a thankful nod and a crooked smile, she chugs it down with a couple, mighty gulps and gives it back, just before she sluggishly walks over to the chair that Twilight used earlier.

“Marcus is doing just fine.” She says as she leans back on the chair, making the poor thing creek as it strains against her weight, while she covers her eyes with a hand, shading them from the brightness of the room. “His peoples’ officials are taking good care of him, along with his mother…” she briefly groans before continuing, “I am going back tomorrow morning to hopefully set up a meeting with his countrys’ leader.” She uncovers an eye and shows them a folded piece of paper, but notices a pony missing, “Where’s Rarity?” she asks in surprise, expecting the mare to wait with her company.

“Oh… um… s-she teleported away when she noticed Marcus didn’t come back with you.” Fluttershy answers.

“Oh no, the poor dear. I need to tell her he’s doing just alright.” Celestia says before trying to get herself up, but is gently pushed back down by her sister.

“We think it is best for you to not see her for the time being, sister.” Luna says, putting a damper on Celestias’ mood as she pouts sadly.

“Please give her this letter if you find her. It’s from Marcus before my departure.” she urges, and Sweetie grabs it.

The Gardens

Rarity cries her eyes out in a little ball; her blue mascara running down her cheeks from under the Willow tree, where she finally, willingly kissed her kind house-guest. She wanted everything to go as planned, she wanted to have a happy ending, but most of all, she wanted her knight in shining armor back in her arms. With the thought of not seeing Marcus coming back, she curls in a tighter ball and let the tears fall and lets out an audible whimper that echoes in the calm air.

She wanted to become a statue like Discord have before right on this spot, and let the tree and greenery slowly consume her, to cradle and comfort her for her loss.

Than again, she wanted to hug something, something that can hug her back and whisper soothing words to her ears like a mother or a father. But she had neither, so all she had was herself to comfort. With that, she wraps her own arms around her midsection and began sniffling with eyes shut tight; trying to remember and imagine Marcus was doing the hugging instead of herself.

She bites her tongue as fresh tears runs down her damp cheeks, images of Marcus flashing through her mind like a projector, taunting her like a cruel joke. That is until she hears somebody calling out for her with running hoof steps.

“Rarity!” a pony with a quiet tone tries to yell out.

“F… F-Fluttershy…” Rarity whispers and wipes her eyes and cheeks as best she could and reaches down to grab her-oh… she forgot she gave her cloth to Marcus. With that in thought, she had no choice but to let her friend see her in her reck-

“Big Sis!” Raritys’ eyes flies open at the squeaky voice of her little sister, Sweetie Belle, calling out for her.

She didn’t want her little sister to see her like this. She was the adult; she was looked upon by her sister like she was her strong willed, beautiful, independent hero, not this miserable looking mare whom cried gallons of tears just because she lost her alien, love interest.

She does her best to try and wipe her damp cheeks as well as her staining mascara, but proves futile as the mascara just seems to spread out all around her eyelids, cheeks and hands. She starts to get frustrated as she continues to wipe her cheeks and eyes, but in doing so, she stains the back of her hands and her right forearm in the color of cool blue even more. Out of annoyance, she accidentally makes a short growl and quickly covers her mouth.

It was dead silent; Rarity hears her own heart beat in her ears as she continues to cover her mouth and stares off into the small forest with wide eyes.

“Rarity?” Fluttershys’ voice gently chimes into her ears like a mothers’ lullaby. The voice was quietly followed by two sets of soft hoof steps going towards her tree.

“P-please…” she squeaks out and tries to hide her whimper but fails, “Please, just… don’t…” she covers her face and wraps her tail around her stomach. “Not like this…” she whimpers, doing her best to hold back her tears.

“Sis?” Sweetie calls out and takes a step forward. Rarity doesn’t protest any further as the faint hoof steps came closer with each well-placed step. Before she knew it, she was being hugged by small arms of her younger sister. Rarity then subconsciously nuzzles her sisters’ cheek and returns the embrace kindly, as fresh tears rolls down her cheeks, chocking a sob.

“You’re going to be such a strong mare some day.” Rarity hiccups.

“Strong ponies need to cry sometimes, too.” Sweetie whispers back and hugs her sister a little harder, “Mommy cries, Daddy cries, I cry and you should cry too, sis… It feels good and it helps.”

With the words of encouragement from her own little sister, the flood gates reopen as she continues her sorrowful sobbing. She pulls Sweetie Belle closer to herself as she rests her back against the tree and holds onto her little sibling like she’ll vanish into nothing the moment she lets go like Marcus have. Letting Sweetie rest down onto her body, Rarity uses her tail to wrap herself and her sibling together as she continues crying on Sweeties’ shoulder.

Soon after, she feels another pair of arms wrap around her and Sweetie Belle with extra, broad appendages covering them up like a protective, warm blanket.

Rarity looks up to be greeted by her pegasus friend smiling down at her. Rarity quickly grabs Fluttershys’ hands with her own and squeezes it as well as nuzzling the mares’ cheek with a grateful smile.

“Th-thank you, v-very much.” She whispers and pulls the two closer to her, the weight on her shoulders now feeling lighter. It wasn’t exactly what she wishes for, but it was a start. She giggles with a sniffle and brings the two already close ponies closer, sandwiching Sweetie between the two mares, her head poking out of their warm and fuzzy breasts. Rarity continues to nuzzle and snuggle against them both, accidentally staining their clothes and coats with her mascara while Sweetie was being smothered.

“Sis?” Sweetie voices.

“Pl-please… just a little longer.” her voice cracks and whimpers while kissing her sisters’ forehead, tears now starting to run once more down her cheeks.

So, both Sweetie and Fluttershy wait patiently while Rarity vents out her sorrow, and some time later, Rarity begins sniffling to calm herself. Fluttershy nuzzles the side of her head and gently wipes away grieving mares’ tears with her thumb, Rarity smiling thankfully at her old friend.

“Everything’s going to be just fine, Rarity.” Fluttershy says before looking down at the little filly, nodding her head towards her older sibling. As Sweetie begins fidgeting to find the letter she was given, Rarity stares at them in confusion. When the filly suddenly smiles, she forces her arms out from under them, showing her sister the folded piece of paper. Finally letting them go from her embrace, she gently takes the paper offered to her.

“What is this?” she asks, but notices the paper itself felt and looked… strange. Almost smoother and whiter comparted to what she is used to, and it even had a different, faint, but noticeable smell.

“Princess Celestia says it’s a letter from Marcus.” Fluttershy says, “She said he’s doing just fine, being taken care of by his people. She also said she’s going back to his world to hopefully have a meeting with their leader in the morning.”.

Stunned, Rarity stays silent for a moment, just staring at the paper in her grasp, trying to process the new information given to her. Without a word, she opens up the letter to read. Fluttershy and Sweetie lean in to read as well.

Dear friends.

Don’t worry about me not coming back right away, I was asked to stay so the city officials, as well as the Secret Service, can keep a close watch on me and ask a few more questions, should they arise. I’ll try my best to convince my countrys’ superiors to get me back to your universe, though, it might take a little while.

I’ll keep sending letters through Celestia whenever she comes by.

With love,
Marcus

P.S. I’ll see if I’m allowed to send gifts along with Celestia the next time she returns here.

Sweetie Belle squeals at the prospect of getting a gift from Marcus, while Fluttershy smiles, now properly convinced that the human was doing just fine with his kind, and Raritys’ internal fire of hope once again ignites to life once more with gusto. Then, without warning, Rarity again hugs both her friend and sister against her, and kisses their cheeks passionately.

“Thank you so much for the letter!” she yells with a big, happy, grin on her face. Sweetie giggles at her sisters’ affectionate display, while the shy mare blushes, but smiles and returns the hug in kind.

In Raritys’ mind, she begins planning again on all the things she and Marcus will do in the future.

Earth

I open the door in front of me to see a regular, but comfortable looking bed positioned against the far wall to my right, a small table with two chairs at the foot of the bed with a piece of paper, pen, a notepad, and a cordless phone on it, a balcony with sliding, window doors right ahead, a shelf with a big, flat-screen TV on it to left of the room, and a door to my left, that I believe leads to a bathroom. The room itself was not that big, but still felt roomy and somewhat cozy.

“This’ll be your room for the time being.” Kal says as he, my mother and myself walk in to get a better look. “Just be ready for someone to pick you up in the early morning. Oh, and have the drapes covering the windows if you don’t want stalker photos being leaked into the net… unless you get off on it, than by means strip for the cameras.” He says with a little chuckle as he sits on one of the chairs, resting an ankle on his knee and placing his arm on the table for support.

With his warning, I quickly walk over to the windows and cover up the outside world from view. The TV showing me and Celestia accidentally kissing was bad enough, I don’t need anymore embarrassment. After I made sure every inch of the windows were covered up, I turn to my mother, whom was inspecting the bed, scrutinizing it to see if it was good enough for me.

“Hey mom. Do you know when dad’ll come by?” I ask.

In response, she checks her watch, “In just a few minutes, dear. At least, if the crowd and the police outside lets him by.” She answers before going into the bathroom to do some more inspection.

“By the way.” Kal catches my attention, “You, the Princess, I and my buddy will have to talk about the relationship you and Celestia don’t have, but the populace doesn’t know.” He says.

“What do you mean?” I warily ask.

“It means, kid, we might have to go along with the news for the time being.” My gut drops at the news. I just started a relationship with someone else, someone I really wish could be here to cuddle and kiss, and talk about how our day went and so on. “What’s the matter, kid?” he asks, noticing that I as frozen on the spot.

“Well… about…” I try to think of a way to say-

“He has someone else special waiting at the other side!” my mother dumps the news from the bathroom. I facepalm and sigh at her bluntness.

“So…” I look at him, his right eyebrow raised, “You gone native?” he asks.

I groan, “Yes, I went native. Sue me.” I say before continuing, “Her names’ Rarity. She’s a custom, clothing designer and a tailor, with her own building called Carousal Boutique, which is also her home. She was the one whom took me in for the deration I was there after I got out of the towns’ hospital.” I gesture to the clothing I was currently wearing, “She’s the one whom made this for me before I and Celestia were transported to the Square.” I think for a brief moment, “I don’t know when we started liking one another, but day by day, we just kind of grew closer and closer before we finally kissed at the Canterlot Castles’ Royal Garden.” I finish, now feeling the need to go back and hug the beautiful mare.

“Yeah… you might want to have a talk with Celestia about this tomorrow morning.” my mother says at the bathroom door, probably satisfied that the room was clean and proper.

“Do… all the-ah… ‘ponies’ have names like those two you just mention?” Kal asks.

“Yeah, pretty much.” I say, “My friends’ names are Twilight Sparkle, Applejack, Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, Vinyl Scratch, Octavia Melody, Spike, and Mackintosh.” I pause with a blank expression as realization hits me, “All whom, except two, are girls…”

He whistles in admiration, “You and the Princess weren’t kidding about the gender ratio.” He takes out his little bucket list, opening to a page and writes, saying it out loud, “Visit… Equestria… if possible.” Just as he finishes, we hear the door leading to the hall being knocked. “I’ll get it.” Kal says before getting up and puts his little list away in his back pocket. Before he even reached the door, I can hear faint rustling, as well as quiet squawks in the hall. Just when Kal began opening the door, he yelps in surprise as a mass of blue feathers flings itself through the crack of the opening door.

I instantly recognise the squawking, big beaked bird as she tries to right herself from her back on the floor, flaying and flapping her wings as she does. When she finally flips herself on her black, talon feet, my father shows himself at the door beside the agent, looking a little roughed up with his once smooth hair now being somewhat messy, and his shirt now sporting little blue feathers and showing tiny tears from the birds’ talons.

Before I can even greet him, my little, long time baby bird loudly squawks and flares her wings once she sees me standing in the middle of the room. So, she hastily starts hopping over to me while randomly flapping her wings, failing from her attempt to fly over to her caretaker.

I quickly kneel down with a big smile on my face, bringing out my arms in front of me, “Bo!” I happily greet as she continues squawking.

When she jumps onto me, she climbs up my shirt using her claws and flapping her wings to get up higher. I rest both my hands on her back as she places herself under my chin, nuzzling my neck and cheek vigorously while her squawks began to croak. I do my best to comfort my distraught companion by stroking down from her head to her neck to smooth out her ruffled plumage, while resting my other hand on her back to support her.

I start quietly hushing while I continue stroking her, “It’s okay, Bo. I’m here. I’m back.” I start rocking side to side as Bo begin to quiet down.

A moment passes before my father wraps an arm across my shoulders, pulling me against him, “It’s good to have you back, son. You almost gave your mother a heart attack when you went missing.” He says before continuing, “Also… did you get yourself an alien girlfriend? I didn’t know your taste for women was that quite exotic, my boy.” Him, mom and Kal laugh, so I sigh. I knew it was his way of showing concern; joke with the person that went missing or something of the like.

I chuckle a little, “Hey, don’t knock it ‘till you try it. It’s not my fault the ladies there like new, exotic species. I even got kissed on my forehead by a dragon princess after I had a meeting with their countries’ leaders and ambassadors.” I shiver a little, “It was a little nerve racking to say the least, but I did my best to answer their questions.”.

“It seems like you did good than, kid.” Kal pats my shoulder. “Well… good enough, I guess. We did get to have a talk with an alien princess and the possibility of staying in touch with both our worlds. Plus!” he brings up both his index fingers then gestures to me, “We might already have an ambassador in the works here.”

I stay quiet for a moment while I continue to pet my cuddle-bug companion, “… Seriously?” I say in disbelief.

“Yes. I know it’s against protocol to let civilians handle first contact with an alien species, but you’re our best bet yet. You handled yourself quite well…ish at first.” His expression strains for a brief moment, “But so far, you,” he starts counting his fingers, “One; you established relations with their locals, even started a relationship with one of them. An’ two; you’re familiarized with their culture to some extent.” He brings up a finger after a brief pause, “Of course we’ll be sending along an agent with you, no doubt about that. Just in case someone decides that they don’t want aliens roaming around on their planet. The same thing will be done here as well.” He finishes.

I stare at him for a moment before I speak up, “How are you so sure that’ll happen? We didn’t even have the meeting with the president yet.” I ask.

“You need foresight to be with the CIA, kid. Plan ahead, for better or for worse.” He answers than quickly claps his hands together loudly, making me, dad, mom jump a little, with Bo squawking in surprise as well. “So! Any of you feeling a little hungry? I read in the hotels’ brochures’ that they have a dinning room a couple floors down. I hear they can make killer pizzas.” he asks with an eager smile. I have to agree with him, it’s been a while since I had a good pizza with Bo.

Morning

I croak my throat as I feel the suns’ light hit my eye, waking me from my dream of flying through a jungle, weaving through the trees with my kind while mother encourages me on to show these birds who’s the best flier. I shimmy a little further up while keeping my beak tucked in my wing so the beam of light won’t bother my eye, but I feel a familiar weight resting and draped over me. I quickly lift my head out from my warm wing and snap my eyes open. There, before me, lay my sleeping mother while I rested on her blanket covered chest, her strong, warm, and comfortable hand covering me with protective care. I immediately begin nuzzling her bare neck; I missed her so very much.

She chuckles sleepily before she pets my head, “Good morning to you too was well, Bo.” She greets before she stretches while still on her sleeping nest. Sure, they’re somewhat… comfy I guess, but they’re too flat for my taste. I slept in my mothers’ empty drinking-bowl once when I was just a chick and that felt more comfortable than the bouncy surface.

She gently presses her hand against my back as she slowly gets up with a groan and sits on the edge of the sleeping-nest, and pushed me up so I can be on her shoulder. She rubs away the sleep from her eyes with one hand while the other reaches over to grab her seeing glass. She stands up and begins going over to the grooming room while yawning. I nuzzle her left cheek to try and wake her and because I missed her very much. She chuckles and rubs my head while turning on the wall-star.

“I missed you too, Bo.” She says with a smile before she turns on the waterspout and leans down to wash her face. I move back a little to stay on her.

While she’s washing her face, I realize I something I haven’t done in a long while, so I lift up a wing to take a proper sniff, but quickly lean my head away, “Augh! I need a bath!” I say out loud. Mother leans back up and chuckles at my antics.

“Yeah, I think you need to take a bath. How long since you had a bath, Bo?” she offers her hand to me and I hop on it. She lowers me into the bowl-birdbath and adjusts the cold and warm water for me, but I immediately begin washing nonetheless. I want to smell and look nice for mother.

Few Minutes Later

Mother walks through the halls of the nesting place to get into a moving box, after our small, morning feast. I ate my whole bowl of berries all by myself, I have a bit of stomach ache because of it, but I don’t regret a single bite. Oh! Mother also found a Mate! She talked about her mate at how her mate kept her safe and fed at her nest. It definitely answers mothers’ extra scent I keep smelling from her, and her mate also made her new coat-covers that looks great on her. Her mate also has a sibling she enjoyed talking about. She also keeps saying at how much she missed me because she didn’t know if she will ever see me again at the time. Also, she made many other friends, and she says one of her friends would like to meet me since she takes good care of her own companions.

Mother gets out of the moving box and meets up with the hunky guy, a blue person, and both of mothers’ parents. I don’t mind the hunky guy, he did scratch my head and offered me a piece of his food disk while I shared with my mother with the yummy yellow pieces. I also need to nuzzle mothers’ parents for looking after me, even I didn’t always play nice. So, I do just that; I fly over to mothers’ mother first and lovingly nuzzle the side of her head with a little purr.

“Thank you.” I say.

She chuckles and caresses my whole body with her hand, “Nice to see you’re feeling better, dear.” She says before I fly over to her mate to do the same.

“You too.” I say again.

He chuckles and rubs my beak with a finger, “Good morning to you too, Bo.” He says before I fly back over to mothers’ shoulder.

I know they can’t exactly understand me, but my mother seems to know what I imply every time I say anything to her, like earlier, when I needed a bath.

“Okay!” Hunky says with a smile, catching our attention, “Let’s go back over to the department to meet with Princess Celestia. She came back just before I started going here.” he finishes and waves at us while walking towards the flaps to go outside. Mother begins to follow him like the rest while I ponder on who this Princess Celestia is. Mother might have noticed something about me because she started gently rubbing my head and back while tilting her head a little to look at with a with a small smile.

“It’s okay, Bo. The Princess is a good friend of mine.” She than opens up her cover for me and stops at the flaps while the rest going out, “Go right in here so I can keep you safe from the paparazzi.” She encourages me.

“Okay.” I say before carefully crawling into her cover, flip myself upright and lean my head out to see. She buttons back up her comfortable cover and goes out with the rest, and the moment she does I squeak in alarm and quickly duck into her cover to shield my eyes from the blinding flashes and voices. Mother is so brave walking through the sea of torture, yet fears no evil… well, she’s actually afraid of bananas because she almost chocked on one when she was younger, so I eat those for her so they won’t torment her while I’m around.

A few minutes later

I poke my head out of mothers’ cover to take a peek when she says everything was clear. I see a new room filled with resting places with a couple people sitting on them either looking at the colorful papers or watching the magic, flat box. The magic box still showed my mother with the little people talking about her, but I didn’t notice ‘till now they also showed this big, white thing with mother right beside it. One of the magic boxes also showed mother kissing the white thing on the rock ground. Was this mothers’ new mate? She has a white coat, a horn, and a soft looking hair. I don’t know if she mentioned about her mate having a pair of big wings but I might have missed that. Hunky said the Great White was here, so I might get to meet mothers’ new mate.

Hunky turns to mothers’ parents with a sad smile, “I’m sorry, but you both will have to wait here for the time being. This whole thing is supposed to be hush-hush thing.” he says apologetically.

“Oh no, we don’t mind at all!” mothers’ mother says, “How long will the meeting last?” she asks while her mate nods with her.

“For the whole morning ‘till lunch time for a brake. We can call you when we finish.” Hunky says, making mothers’ mother smile.

“Thank you.” she says before turning to mother, “We’ll see you later, dear. I and your father have jobs to uphold, and…” she leans to mothers’ ear with a big smile, “We’re almost getting ready to go.” She leans back with a squeal.

Mothers’ smile grows, “Really!?” she says happily while mothers’ mate nods with a smile of his own. Mother throws her arms up in the air and yells, “Yes!” before quickly covering her mouth with a hand, a blush forming on her cheeks while looking at the rest of the people in the room, “Sorry.” She says sheepishly. I smile, knowing full well why they were happy.

They were planning on moving to a new nesting place for a while now, fare away from this place. We’ve visited the new flocking place and it was fill with nice people, their nesting area placed right beside a big river. Mother and her parents needed these weird paper things with her photo on it to get there, with me in my nesting box, but it wasn’t that long to get there. Mother said we traveled from one clan to another, the clan we visited filled with nice people with a pretty red leaf as their clan emblem. I miss that place; the people gave me grapes. I like grapes.

I finally come to, to notice we were standing beside a door. Hunky opens the door, but mother looks down at me with a smile as she lightly pets me.

“Now, don’t worry about the big white thing in the room. Her name is Celestia and she’s a very good friend that helped me come back home.” Friend? I thought she and Great White were mates? Didn’t she kiss Great White? “She’s very nice and gentle, so don’t be afraid when she wants to pet you.” She says before going in, with me feeling a little confused about the whole thing. “Good morning, Princess.” Mother greets with a welcoming smile and the moment I see Great White, I squawk and duck into mothers’ coat. I know Great White was big by seeing it from the magic box, but by my mothers’ dangly bits! Great White’s huge! It can barely sit on the resting place! Everything about the Great White is big!

“Oh.” I hear it say with a pleasantly surprised tone, “Who’s your little friend?” it asks while I feel my mother walk a little closer to Great White.

I feel her hand gently pat me through her coat cover, “Her name’s Bo and she’s my baby bird.” She moves a bit of her coat aside to look at me with an encouraging smile, “Come on out, Bo. Everything’s safe and the Princess won’t hurt you, I promise.” She lightly nudges me through the cover to urge me out.

I slowly ease myself a little closer by climbing mothers’ under cover and poke my beak out to take a whiff of the air to be sure. The only new smell I notice is like that squishy, sweet treat my mother and I eat whenever I or her hatch-day arrives, and it smelled more like the white stuff than the tasty mud flavour. I lean a little further up to take a peek and see Great White still sitting on its’ poor, suffering resting place. It smiles at me like mother does whenever I see her back from going outside for a while; the motherly smile.

“Awwwe, ain’t she just precious.” Great White says before slowly raising a hand and lightly pets my beak and head. I was a little fearful at first, but quickly relax from her touch, then lean into its’ hand for more petting. “How long have you had her?” it-she says to mother while continuing petting me, now switching to gently scratch my chin; I purr in response.

“Since she was old enough to start eating solids, which was pretty young.” Mother replies.

Great White hums, “Maybe we can have her and Philomena meet someday? If that’s okay with you?” she says while taking her hand back. I whine a little when she stops petting me; she was very soft, not as warm as mother, but very soft.

“Sure, I don’t mind.” Mother says while stroking down from my beak to the base of my neck, making me purr. I climb up higher to get out of her warm, coat cover to rest on her shoulder and nuzzle her cheek, making her chuckle a little, “She needs to socialize with other birds her own size.”

Wait… there’s other birds as big as me that aren’t jerks and dirty? Great White has a bird companion just like me!? Yes! Finally, somebird my size to make friends with!

I start hopping on my mothers’ shoulder and cheering happily at the prospect of meeting other birds my size. I hear Hunky, Great White and Mother chuckle, but I ignore them. I’m going to make a friend!

“Yaaaaaaay!”

Marcus’ P.O.V.

It’s pretty entertaining to see Bo being happy and dance-hopping on my shoulder while croakily cheering like a macaw. I guess it’s been a great start for the morning for her; we’re reunited, she’s properly eating again, cleaned herself up, and now she’s going to meet a playmate in the future.

I take a seat beside Celestia to start the meeting with the agents on the prospect of meeting the president very soon. I never met him before, so I’m a little excited.

Bo somewhat calms down and hops down onto my lap with a quick flap of her wings to rest while I pet her.

Kal clears his throat, “Okay, so here’s what we’ll do for the time being before we move out and get on the first flight to the capital.” he begins with a relaxed smile while his partner begins taking out paperwork from his suitcase, most likely for me and Celestia to fill out before we travel.

Author's Note

It's Alive!

I finally took the time to finish this chapter, but still, I'm sorry for leaving you all high and dry from this story. I've done a lot of things between this chapter and the last, but that's no excuse for me putting this off for a long time. I'll try updating at least once a month, but no promises.

Anyways, I hope you like the new character, Bo the Hyacinth Macaw. I'll be adding her to most chapters from now on to give more for the story, and I plan to have a whole chapter of her own in the future, but not very soon. If you haven't noticed yet, I modeled her off Jewel and Blu from the "Rio" movies, but different species. As for Marcus going back to Equetria, it might be a chapter or three before he goes back, but that's all I'm willing to give out.

Here's the link to what Marcus and Bo looks like together. It's an old drawing, just so you know. I might update it, but I'm not too sure.
Marcus Murry & Bo

That's it for now. I hope enjoyed the new chapter.
So 'till next time, have a nice day/night, and good reading, everyone.