Fortunas' Favor

Chapters

Silver Soul
Courteous Concessions
Peculiar Prosperity
Frugal Frivolity

Silver Soul

That the transformations were getting easier, was a cause for concern. Molding flesh and bone to assume new identities carried the risk of forgetting the original. A series of photos stapled to a posterboard served as a reminder. There were front, side, rear, and aerial views of the same light pink unicorn mare. However, the reflection in the mirror was a different creature. A quick pass of the hooves along with an application of magic allowed for changes to color, mane and tail styling, eye-color, and facial features. Several seconds of effort allowed for more detailed shaping like height, bulk, aesthetic appeal, gender, and breed, though pegasi couldn't be mimiced yet, as the bone mass needed for the wings was not available. The alterations that were possible had helped tremendously in the fields of acting, since it was easier to get into character, and painting, since it was possible to self-model for paintings. "But when I can be anyone, who am I really?" The thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. "Who is it?" came the call.

"Toola, it's Cheerilee." She entered. "Oh, were you busy?"

A quick flurry of motion and Toola appeared to be her normal self. "I was just practicing."

Cheerilee trotted over and gave her wife a hug. "Decided to embrace your new talents, then?" Toola nodded. "It's definetly helped your career," she added.

"Still it worries me." Toola stated as the hug ended. "Is this how a Changeling feels? To not have a stable identity?"

"That's something that only a Changeling could answer," Cheerilee replied. "Why, do you think you're turning into one?"

"I don't know, maybe," Toola replied, examining one of her hooves.

"Then you should be swelling up like a balloon," Cheerilee replied with a chuckle. It took Toola a moment to catch her meaning, then she giggled as well. "See, You are the same wonderful pony I married."

"You'd love me no matter what?" Toola inquired as she got dressed.

"The reason I married you, is not because of your looks, or your wealth," Cheerilee answered. "I fell in love with you because of how you see the world. You had a sort of infectious enthusiasm, and I..." She rubbed her front hooves together. "I sort of envied that."

"So I made you feel special," Toola turned and gave Cheerilee another hug.

"Because of who you are," Cheerilee helped Toola tie her headscarf on. "It wouldn't matter to me if you were a stallion, a changeling, or a bitless wanderer. It's you that I was looking for in others, and it's you that I came to love. Even when you had to describe your feelings just now, you phrased it as a beautiful metaphor."

Once the scarf was secured, Toola nuzzled Cheerilee. "And you, dear wordsmith, make me feel safe and secure. And your voice is like music to my ears." Cheerilee patted the unicorns' shoulder. She was about to say something when there was another knock on the door. "Who is it?" Toola called out.

"Matrons. Miss Sparkle would like to meet with you," Replied a pony that had opened the door and peered in.

"Tell her we're coming," Cheerilee stated.

A short while later, Twilight, Toola and Cheerilee were seated in a private den. "Thank you for allowing me to visit on such short notice," Twilight began. "I just received the reports and package this morning by first class mail." She took a large binder from her saddlebag and placed it on the coffee table. The cover was embossed with the Official Emblem of Equestria. "I've already looked through the reports, and I think you'll be satisfied with the conclusions."

"What of the package?" Cheerilee prompted. "You know how important that is to our family."

"Yes, of course," Twilight presented an elongated cardboard box. "I wanted to clarify something with you first though." Toola took the box with her magic, then began opening it. "The spell matrix that was found in your cane bears a strong resemblance to Chaos magic. Because of this. the Office of the Cult-Finder General has opened an Epsilon level investigation on you."

"We're not Discordians, if that's what they're wondering." Toola replied as she took her familys' cane from the box.

"No, of course not," Twilight replied. "But channeling Chaos magic isn't something that unicorns can do easily. I'm one of the most accomplished unicorns in the Kingdom and I can only touch it enough to know what it feels like. We thought that the Discordians' abilities came from pledging a pact to him."

"So what do they wish to know?" Cheerilee wondered. "I could tell you the canes' history, but I'm not sure of the spells' origin."

"Do you know who would know the spells origin?" Twilight wondered. "Maybe your father knows, Toola."

"I could ask him, and submit that info to you later," Toola offered. She placed the cane next to her own custom cane. "All I know is that it's something that the family had for generations."

Twilight wrote that statement in a notebook. "If that's true, that alone will go a long way towards clearing your name. That you could have a spell like that for that long, and not attract the Cult-Finders' attention, means that you're likely not heretics."

"Not for that reason, anyways," Toola muttered.

"Pardon?"

Toola blushed. "Just that I've had something on my mind for a while. I think you might be able to help."

"You're a well-learned pony, Mrs Sparkle-Pie," Cheerilee stated.

"Well, I shouldn't brag, but I have studied a great many topics," Twilight replied. "And just for clarification, I'm not married yet. So just call me Miss Sparkle."

Cheerilee grinned. "Legalities aside, You and Pinkie are married as far as I'm concerned."

Twilight chuckled. "Yes, I suppose that we are married in spirit. I find that we finish each-others' statements on occasion," She waved a hoof. "So what sort of problem can I help you with?"

"Have you ever heard of anything where a pony loses their identity?" Toola asked.

"You mean like the Changelings' former method of feeding?" Twilight blinked. "They pledged to give that up in exchange for citizenship."

Toola shook her head. "No, I mean like, you 're not sure if you're you, or somepony else."

Twilight rubbed her horn. "That sounds like what Pinkie went through with the Mirror Pool. Why, do you have a bunch of clones running around?"

"Why don't you show her?" Cheerilee prodded. "That might make things easier to understand."

Toola used her hooves and magic to transform herself into a duplicate of Twilight, causing the original to gasp. "That looks so realistic," She commented. "But the methodology is a little unnerving." She quickly wrote in her notepad. "I have some experience in shapeshifting magic, but it usually takes a lot more mana to force a change."

"While it is helpful in certain applications, I feel like I'm dabbling with something that could get me in trouble," Toola said as she resumed her normal appearance.

"I'm assuming that this is related to the Umbratara incident of five years ago?" Twilight tapped her chin in thought. "The official record states that he-it, had some kind of power over life."

Toola nodded. "The knowledge was imparted through a mental link that Smooze formed after I...drank some of its blood."

"The report said that you were attacked by a vampony," Twilight said as she took a manilla folder from her saddlebag. "There's even a picture of the ashes left behind after you burned it." She showed them a photograph.

Toola sighed. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything."

Cheerilee turned to her spouse. "No Toola, you have a right to be heard. It's never going to get better if you cower in fear."

"Am I missing something?" Twilight asked. "I know the report doesn't detail everything, but Starsong provided the details on what happened with the three of you."

"She told you what she knows," Toola said. "But I've been afraid to share what I know."

"I have an idea," Twilight began. "There's a communion spell that I've used a few times with Pinkie, and some of my other friends." She looked to Cheerilee. "But I'd need permission from both of you before I use it."

"I don't know," Cheerilee began. "There are some things that I don't want known."

"I won't report anything without your approval." Twilight offered. "I don't need details about what you get up to in private." Cheerilee and Toola blushed.

"Then I'll let you do what you have to," Cheerilee said.

"I agree as well," Toola added.

Twilight lit her horn, then leaned forward to touch it to Toolas'. Both unicorns seemed to go into a trance.

Toola and Twilight found themselves in a swirling rainbow-colored vortex. "Okay, the first thing is to find a stable area here. Toola, focus on a place where you feel comfortable." The swirling mass of color faded away, replaced by the walls of a den. White and blue rugs were arrayed on a hardwood floor, a pair of plush, flower-patterned couches took up the center of the room, arranged in an 'L' around a large low oak coffee table. Set in one wall was a red brick fireplace. "That's good. One of the rooms of your mansion, I assume." Twilight said as she looked about.

"Oui," Toola replied. "One of many dens, but this one is special to me."

"Ok, let's start with that," Twilight began. "What makes this room significant?" An image of a pine tree appeared in one corner, along with several brightly wrapped presents. Several ponies ranging in age from foal to elder shimmered into view, placed about the room. Twilight took in the vista. "I'm assuming that these are your relatives." She pointed out three of the younger ponies. "This looks like you, Starsong and Cheerilee as fillies." She then indicated some of the other ponies. "I recognize your parents. Also your valet, Jasper." She stopped next to a large Diamond Dog.

"I don't remember when he joined the family." Toola replied. "But Papa says that he was found while I was still a foal."

Twilight moved over to the tree. "So this is the room where your family held Hearths' Warmth Day." She walked back around to the couches. "I admire the vivid detail that you're able to bring out, Pinkies' mindscape is just as bright. But I digress." She cleared her throat. "If I remember, you got your cutie mark by acting. Can you focus on that?" The room shimmered, replaced by the stage of a high school auditorium. One wall opened on an audience of silhouetted ponies with glowing white eyes. "That's good. I can easily pick out your anxiety from this night."

"Can I change it back now?" Toola asked.

"In a moment," Twilight replied. "We need to find the source of your fear. And to do that, we need to deal with uncomfortable situations."

"I understand." Toola replied.

"Let's see here," Twilight mused as she trotted around the stage. "The first thing I'd like to know, is what exactly happened that final night. Can you recreate the events?"

"I can try." Toola replied. There was a slow dissolve as the environment changed. The unicorns found themselves in a hallway the top of a set of steps.

"I noticed that you were rather hesitant to bring this memory up." Twilight looked around. "Colors are heavily muted, details are washed out, the doorways blur out the rooms beyond...All in all, I'd say that this place, wherever it is, didn't have a strong presence."

"It was little more than a rest stop," Toola replied, her voice taking on a snarky tone. "We should have skipped it."

"Bear with me, please," Twilight held up a hoof. "Walk me through was happened." A replica of Toola appeared, then entered one of the rooms. Twilight followed it, then watched as it strode towards a pile of debris. As the replica began sifting through the debris, Twilight noticed an emaciated figure entering the room, then creeping up on the replica. When it was close enough, it whispered something in replicas' ear, then both figures turned and left the room. Twilight returned to the hall and found Toola alone. She was gazing at the ceiling while breathing rapidly. "Ok, So you remember that somepony else snuck up on you, but you weren't aware of them at the time."

"I don't want to remember." Toola whispered.

"Let me try something." Twilight surrounded herself and Toola with a purple aura, then forced the event to rewind. As it repeated, Twilight willed the replicas' to lose facial features, and their colors to fade away. She noted the decrease in Toola's panic as the event was blurred. "There we go, a memory fade. You can still remember, but it's like the event happened to somepony else."

"Thank you," Toola replied, as she brought herself to watch. They followed the figures down to the basement. "This is where the attack happened."

Twilight did a quick inspection of the basement. "It's little more than a pit dug into the earth. Except for some supports that hold the house up, there's nothing here." She paused in front of the simulacra. "And this one suddenly has a thin transparent tentacle that reaches up from the ground, and pierces his chest." There was a sudden sensation of falling, then the pair found themselves in a cave with the remains of a tower. "Whoa! Warn me next time, please." Twilight snapped."

"Desole," Toola replied.

"I forgive you." Twilight replied, as she began investigating. "According to the report, this is the tower of the fallen archmagus known as 'Si Mu Ze.'" She entered the tower, with Toola reluctantly following. Inside was a teal-colored equinoid, with several tendrils extending from its' shoulders. The tendrils arced then entered into various diminutive ponies. Twilight recognized depictions of vamponies, luquins, and a miniature Nightmare Moon, with her armor being formed from the end of a tendril. "Fascinating." Twilight offered. "You're showing me that all these things are physically connected to Si Mu Ze." She peered at one of the tendrils. "That he shared his blood with them." She turned to Toola. "You're worried about turning into him?"

Toola nodded. "He gave me the knowledge of how he did what he did. As you see here, anypony that had his blood was an extension of him."

"But that's not the whole story," Twilight said as she left the tower. Toola was eager to follow. The scene dissolved back the Chateau room. "We know what he did, we know from old accounts how he treated ponies. I can see what scares you, you worry about turning into him. But there's more to it, isn't there?" A chalkboard appeared, with diagrams forming as Twilight spoke. "The particulars of blood magic mean that the blood ward can only be broken by the same blood that made it. That would be proof that the Roani are descended from the Sarmanetians. But in order to get your blood, Si Mu Ze had to get some of his through the ward. How was that possible?"

"I don't know." Toola lamented. "I just know how he could mold himself and others into different shapes. And that it was innate to his blood, and now mine."

"Innate to the blood?" Twilight wondered. "I've heard of linking certain magical abilities to one's family line, but to link it to blood involves a certain amount of disregard for ones own well-being."

"And it's not just the knowledge that makes it work," Toola added. " I can sense that Ember and Tempest have the same potential that I do." Replicas of the fillies mentioned appeared next to Toola.

"Two of your children." Twilight commented. "But how are they the only ones? The ritual that you were granted-" realization dawned on Twilight. "Those two were the pair that you gave birth too! Of course they would share your blood. The Princesses spell combines essences into physical forms. That's why the other foals don't have the ability, they didn't share blood with you." She took on a serious tone. "Which means that anypony descended from you will be afflicted."

"I don't plan on having anymore foals." Toola replied. "And the knowledge can go with me to the grave."

"Not that easy, I'm afraid," Twilight replied. "If Tempest or Ember, or any of their children figure out what they're capable of, what's to stop them from abusing this ability?"

"What should I do?" Toola asked. "I'm the only pony who could teach them responsibly, but this ability scares me."

"I know of a few books that would help." Twilight offered. "And I'll tell you one more thing."

"What's that?"

"You are nothing like 'Si Mu Ze. You have friends, you have a spouse that loves you, you have children who adore you, and you don't have a desire to lord over others."

Toola Roola smiled. "Thank you, that helps a lot."

"You are not alone, Toola Roola." An image of King Sombra appeared next to Twilight as she continued. "I too have an ability that I'm afraid to use. Abyssal Magic. Sometimes considered part of Alicorn Magic because of how similar the two are."

"I still feel like I might lose who I am." Toola said.

"That's actually less of a problem than you think," Twilight replied with a grin. "What you're experiencing is called 'Unstable Identity Syndrome.' It afflicts obsessive actors and shapeshifters. It usually clears up after some time spent reaffirming who you are."

"How long does that usually take?" Toola wondered.

Twilight smiled as she faded from view.

"As long as you need," Twilight said.

Cheerilee flicked an ear. "Pardon?"

"Oh, she was just telling me something," Toola replied. "I think we need to take a vacation."

Twilight glanced at a nearby clock. "That didn't take long at all."

"What all happened in there?" Cheerilee asked. "It was only a minute, but it looked like you two were dealing with something serious."

"You could say that I was helping her with some inner demons," Twilight replied.

"So anyways..." Cheerilee began, draping a foreleg around Toola. "You mentioned something about an investigation."

"I'm going to put a recommendation in my report." Twilight replied. "I can make a request for a particular constable, and if what I saw was accurate, you'll be in good hooves."

"Alright, So in the meantime, what shall we do?" Cheerilee asked.

"I hear that the Veldt is nice this time of year," Twilight replied. "The rainy season is almost over, and the dry season won't kick in until next month."

"I don't think we've ever been there," Toola said. "Maybe I should ask Zecora for some advice before we go."

"Maybe I can offer some help," Twilight smiled. "My mother comes from an embassy town in the Veldt, and I've been there several times myself."

"We could take the fillies too," Toola pondered. "It could be a fun trip, and they could learn a bit as well."

"It's always good to learn," Cheerilee added. "Maybe we could look into other places as well."

"I've got it!" Toola exclaimed. "We could go on a Grand Tour."

"You mean like the old Noble custom?" That's rather pricey. And you have to have Noble blood, don't you?" Cheerilee looked to Twilight.

"Actually, the reforms of 848 enabled non-noble ponies to participate, provided they had the wealth. And Nobles can sponsor a particularly prestigious pony, if they so choose."

"Something to look into," Cheerilee said. "What about these reports you had for us?"

"Oh yes, thank you for reminding me." Twilight spread the reports on the table.

Courteous Concessions

Twilight picked up the first report. "The archaeology teams have managed to find numerous caches of artifacts buried in the soil of Dneighstria," Twilight began as she levitated the largest bundle of papers. "Current methods of dating estimate that none are newer than 1700 years old. Compared with records available to us, that's a century before the conflicts that ushered in the Era of Discord."

"That gives us a rough timeline," Cheerilee said. "If Si Mu Zes' curse was laid around that time, it would give a reason for the empires' collapse."

"Anyways," Twilight continued. "Among the items that the archaeology teams have uncovered, are numerous clay tablets. Some of them contain fragments of spell theories."

"Spell theories?" Toola wondered.

"The underlying principles for casting magic," Twilight explained, "Instead of actual spells, theories enable unicorns to devise their own spells around philosophical ideas. This approach, while it gave certain spells unique touches particular to a unicorn, it resulted in mages having different ways of casting what was essentially the same spell. Not exactly reinventing the wheel, but different ways of building a cart."

"I can see how that would limit advancement. It would be like teaching letters and sounds, but letting students develop their own approaches to spelling words." Cheerilee added.

"Right, but the main point is that there's no such thing as Lost Roani Magic," Twilight explained. "Most of the spell theories were noted in other sources, and the rise of academies during the Princesses first reign, saw the transition from theories to actual spell records. What makes these fragments important, is that they give us an idea of what the society was like."

"That's certainly an interesting revelation," Cheerilee replied. "What about this one?" She picked up a smaller bundle of papers.

"Due to the Larkspur and Heliotrope situation, all the contracts regarding the lands of the Barony have been reopened and examined," Twilight began. She turned the page. "The contract for the LaRoullettes contained a few clauses that were magically blurred, and required higher authorization to be revealed. Since the contract had Princess Celestias' signature on it, it was submitted to the Diarchys' authority. Princess Luna is currently examining the contract." Another page. "In accordance with the rules of the Equestrian Peerage, Princess Luna is also conducting a check for the following: Honores Bacculus and Honores Chalice."

"We get Honors?" Toola squeaked. "We already got our reward for restoring her domain."

Twilight lowered the report. "This is a check to see if you're due to receive any other rewards." she began. "Honores Bacculus, is for dedicated service to the Diarchy, and Honores Chalice is for dedicated service to local communities. I don't have all the particulars, but it seems that your family has given support to Ponyville and Lower Canterlot long enough to be considered for such Honors."

"Please keep us informed how well that goes," Cheerilee replied. "Given what I know, I don't think we'd make for very good peers. Even with the community backing us."

Twilight shrugged. "It's not my business, but I felt that you should know, at least."

"We appreciate that, Twilight," Toola walked over to the doorway. "For now though, we have some things that we need to do, and you do too."

"Oh, right," Twilight gathered up the reports. "I will get you that information just as fast as I'm able."

"I wish you and yours a pleasant night," Cheerilee said. "And let us know if you need our help."

"Bonne nuit," Twilight replied with a bow.

"Bonne nuit, mon ami," Cheerilee returned the bow.

= = =

"Spike are you busy?" Twilight called out as she entered the library.

"I'm here, Twilight," Spike replied as he hurried down the stairs from the 2nd floor landing. Twilight glanced upwards and noticed a pile of RPG supplements. "I wasn't looking at any of the adventure modules, I swear."

"Spike, I need forms OCFG-05, OCFG-07, a pot of coffee, and the stamps for overnight mailing." Twilight rattled off.

Spike quickly gathered the forms and the stamps, along with a set of quills and a jar of ink. "Sounds like you have some important business planned."

"Indeed I do." Twilight levitated the forms, along with two blank scrolls, the quills, and the ink. "I just received some important information." She began writing on one of the scrolls. "But nothing that needs to go through Celestia."

"Cool, so do I have the afternoon off then?" Spike asked, clasping his hands behind his back, and giving Twilight a coy grin.

"Yes Spike," Twilight paused, "After I have my coffee, you may have some time off."

"Buck yeah!" Spike did a fist pump as he scurried to the kitchen.

"Spike! Language!"

"Sorry." Spike called from the kitchen.

Twilight sighed, then arrayed the items around herself, filling out relevant details.

O.C.F.G. Form 05: Report of Potential Heretical Activity.

Name: Twilight Sparkle.

Address: Golden Oaks Library, Ponyville.

Province: County of Greater Canterlot

Suspected Activity:

A unicorn known as 'Toola Roola' (Real name, Antonia LaRoullette) has acquired an ability that allows her to reshape her own flesh and bone. Said ability is also claimed to be present in two fillies that are directly descended from her: Ember and Tempest. Said ability is said to have been given to Toola by the entity known as 'Si Mu Ze.' I suspect that the power is a corruption of Blood Magic.

Location of Activity: The LaRoullette family Chateau, County of Greater Canterlot.

Additional Notes:

My questions are as follows

1: Since this power appears to be derived from Blood Magic, does it fall under the

provisions for unregulated usage?

2: As Toola Roola received this power unwillingly, would she be considered an

Unwilling Accomplice to a Heretic?

3: The use of this power enables Toola Roola to take on the form of another pony.

Would this fall under the Imitation Regulations that Changelings are subject to?

O.C.F.G. Form 07: Agent Assignment Form.

Name: Twilight Sparkle.

Address: Golden Oaks Library, Ponyville.

Province: County of Greater Canterlot

Case Number: #007856754 Reason for Request: See below

Requested Agent: 65532 Current Agent: None

Additional Notes:

Case #007856754 refers to a spell matrix that utilizes Chaos Magic.

Said spell matrix is attached to a cane that has been in the possession of the

LaRoulette Family for two centuries. Agent 65532 is a former Discordian who

is familiar with the use of Chaos Magic outside of Discordianism. Said agent can

differentiate between Discordian and Non-Discordian Chaos Magic.

Golden Oaks Library

Ponyville, Greater Canterlot.

Ginger Soda

Travel Agent

Equestria Travel Agency

112 Main Street, 3rd Terrace

Canterlot, Greater Canterlot.

Dear Mrs Soda:

My name is Twilight Sparkle-Pie, and I am writing on behalf of a friend. She is looking for Information regarding the various Grand Tours available. I understand that some are limited to just the nations of Equestria, while others include neighboring countries such as The Veldt, The Griffon Kingdoms, The United Colonies, The Aegemane, The Loshka Federation, Neighpon, Saddle Arabia, Ghoristan, and Oneiraterra.

I would like to know if there are any group rates for say, a family of eight. My friend is married, and currently has six fillies. I also wish to know if there are any requirements for vaccinations, passports for adults and kids, and potential currency exchange rates between Pony and Non-Pony nations.

In closing, I wish to thank you equinally for your help in organizing my prior tour. This is why I request your help in organizing my friends tour. If there are any complications regarding funding, please let me know, and I will make the necessary arrangements.

Sincerely

Twilight Sparkle-Pie.

Dear Mother

I hope that this letter finds you and father in good health and spirits. I must thank you again for inviting Pinkamena Diane Pie to my birthday celebration last week. It still warms my heart to remember how much fun she and Princess Cadance had together. It's almost like they share the Element of Laughter.

I would like to ask for your help and assistance regarding the Veldt. A friend of mine, Toola Roola, is interested in a vacation, and I mentioned that you were from a Veldt town. If possible, I would like some help in putting together a travel guide for her. I would like information regarding useful phrases, customs, places of interest, and other helpful advice. I would do this myself, but my impulse for thoroughness would likely result in a encyclopedia-sized tome, instead of an easy to reference brochure.

If you need me to come to Canterlot, I will be available all weekend. If you feel that this would be a daunting task, I could ask Zecora to help with the translation guide, since she uses her native language frequently. What I am mostly looking for is something that would be helpful to a first time visitor.

In closing, I would like to restate my love and admiration for you and father. You have helped Shining Armor and myself grow into fine upstanding citizens, and you should feel proud of that. I would also like to ask if you enjoyed the apple turn-overs that we brought over. My friend Applejack takes great pride in her families' produce, and I would like to let her know how well they were received.

Your loving daughter,

Twilight Sparkle-Pie.

P.S. Hihi future mom and dad, this is Pinkie. Twilight's being real super busy, but it's sweet that she's still able to take time to write you a letter. That reminds me, I should write a letter to my parents. I try to do so at least once a month, but sometimes you have to just let them know if something important is going on that can't wait. Like next week, I'm holding a Cutecineara for a colt in nearby Fillydelphia. It's not as busy as Manehattan, and the ponies there are very friendly. Have you been? If not you should definetly visit. My favorite attraction is Mareconi Plaza. Did you know that Mareconi invented the radio? Just think, without her, we wouldn't have music channels or talk shows, and everypony could only listen to what was immediately available. But thanks to Mareconi, we can hear music from distant lands such as Neighpon, The Griffon Kingdom, and even from the United Colonies. Speaking of the United Colonies. What's a Diamond Dogs' favorite kind of music? Rock Music! Oh oh, Twilights' giving me a stern look. So bye Mom, bye Dad. Love ya both.

Your future daughter

-Pinkie Pie-Sparkle.

Once the letters had been properly stamped and addressed, Twilight headed to the Ponyville Post Office, with Pinkie bounding along beside her. "After we get done with this, wanna come over for dinner?" Pinkie asked. "I made potato pot pie."

"I'd be delighted," Twilight said. "I really like the way you make the cheddar sauce."

"Oh, I know, I know," Pinkie giggled. "It takes a steady hoof to mix it juuuuuuust right."

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Cheerilee and Toola Roola approached a group seated in the lobby of the attached hotel. "How are we all doing this evening?" The magenta pony greeted.

"We're having a good evening so far." One of the ponies replied, holding up one of the promotional tickets available from the casino. "This is a really cool idea. Why don't other casinos do this?" Her friends nodded in agreement.

"That's because other casinos rely on unique signature games or events to draw crowds," Cheerilee replied. "If you'd like a little history, I could tell you how we came up with them."

"Maybe in the morning." A reddish-brown donkey jack replied. "I just like that I can get a free meal after it's filled out."

"Not to mention that your complimentary wine and snacks certainly delight the palatte," The jenny next to him added. "Could I get some to take home?"

"I'm sure we can arrange for you to have some of the house blend," Cheerilee began. "May I have your room number?"

"It's 206." The jenny replied. "Under Greenhill."

Toola wrote on an available notepad. "Alright, Mrs Greenhill, I'll tell the staff that you'd like a gallon jug," She twirled a hoof. "How else may we be of service?"

"Maybe an autograph?" A stallion replied. "I really liked your performance onstage earlier." Toola blushed and giggled.

"Of course, Monsieur," Toola signed her name on a page, then presented it to the stallion. "And I do hope that you have good fortune when you return to the casino."

"Thank you, Mrs LaRoullette," The stallion replied, placing the paper in a jacket pocket. "Maybe this will help as a good luck charm."

"Oh, I did have a question," The first mare began. "Is it true that you had a Diamond Dog working here before the annexation of the United Colonies?"

"That's correct," Cheerilee replied. "I could go fetch him if you needed his help with something."

"Oh no need to trouble yourself on our account," The mare idly waved a hoof. "I just found it interesting. What does he do?"

"Right now, he helps take care of our fillies, as well as his own pup," Toola Roola replied.

"Oh, he has a pup? How cute," The mare said. She produced a catalog. "I run a small toystore. Maybe I could interest you in some of my wares."

Toola took the catalog. "Thank you, Miss. We're always interested in quality goods."

"No trouble at all," The mare replied. "You look like you'd make good customers, and I pride myself on my wares."

"We'll let you folks get back to your revelry," Cheerilee said. "We should tend to some of our other guests."

"Oh certainly," Mr Greenhill replied. "You two have a pleasant evening."

"We shall," Toola replied with a smile.

Peculiar Prosperity

"Tempest, please behave yourself," Toola addressed a young plum-colored pegasus foal. "Your sisters don't like being used as landing pads."

"Aww but Daj," The filly protested. "I can't fly so good, not my fault I crash so much."

"But why do you aim for one of them on your way down?" Toola nudged the filly.

"Scause I don't wanna get scraped up," The filly pleaded. "Sliding on the ground hurts."

Toola looked to the five fillies who were gathered behind her. One of them, a yellow earth pony, stepped forward. "Tempest, you land too hard." She turned and pointed a hoof to a dark spot on her side. "I'm an earthen pony, and you still bruised me."

Tempest hung her head. "Sorry Tremor, I'll try to be more careful."

"Ok Tempest, I believe you," Toola replied. The other fillies dispersed, and began picking up some of the scattered pamphlets. "I know you're bored with planning. Maybe you'd like to play some games."

"I wanna see Grampa," Tempest flared her wings. "He's fun." Toola looked to the Diamond Dog seated near the door. "Jasper, would you take Tempest to visit my father?"

"That won't be necessary," Gilbert said as he entered the room. Jasper and Toola each gave a small bow. "I decided to take a little break from my duties, and see what you're all up to."

Tempest scampered over to the green unicorn stallion. "Grampa, guess what?"

"You have a pet hydra," Gilbert retorted. Tempest rolled onto her back and giggled.

"No silly. I stayed in the air for twelve whole seconds." She playfully brushed at the stallions' forleg.

"Twelve seconds, and I hear you landed on Tremor." Gilbert ruffled the fillies' mane

"Yeah, but I said I was sorry," Tempest replied. "I'm still a better flyer than Jingle, though."

Gilbert glanced over at a light copper-colored pegasus filly who was humming a tune and dancing, then looked to Tempest. "I have no doubt that you'll be on of the greatest flyers," Tempest smiled. "With lots of practice, you could go far." Tempest cheered. Gilbert lifted the filly onto his back. "Why, you might be able to fly from here to Canterlot in a minute."

"Faster than Rainbow Dash?" Tempest added. "Yeah, I wanna do it. I'm gonna do it." She flapped her wings with short strokes, managing a hover. Jasper and Toola chuckled.

Gilbert stepped out from under the filly. "Keep at it," He said, using his magic to grab a few cushions off the nearby couch. "And here's a landing pad." He arranged the cushions in a pile. Tempest began faltering, but managed to control her descent enough to land on the cushions.

"I'm just gonna rest here," Tempest said.

"So, what are the rest of you doing?" Gilbert looked at the pamphlets and brochures strewn about. "Planning a vacation?"

"Yes father," Toola replied. "Twilight suggested a vacation the other day, So I'm looking into some travel options." She levitated the map that had a route marked on it. "I think a Grand Tour of Equestria would be fun, since we've never traveled outside of business trips."

"Do you have the money for it?"

Toola rubbed the back of her neck. "That's what I'm working on. While I've gotten a better showing with my new art style, and Cheerilee's doing well with her side job, we're not getting as much as we would like." She held up a paper that had some calculations on it. "So we're looking for deals wherever we can."

Gilbert tapped his chin in thought. "If you're doing a Grand Tour, I believe there's a list of ponies who would sponsor that sort of thing."

Toola shook her head. "Twilight gave us a flyer on that, but since we're at odds with the nobility, I didn't want to-" Gilbert burst into laughter.

"Toola Toola Toola, wherever did you get an idea like that?"

Toola stood up proudly. "Because Merkanzia was offered favors, and said that she'd rather be poor and unknown than to join them."

"That's not the whole story," Gilbert began. "True, she was offered prestige, a position in Luannes' court, and support that surely would have greatly benefited a merchant, but the reason she turned it down, is because it was essentially a bribe. The Duchesses wanted her to be a snitch."

"So you and grandmother don't really hate all the nobility?" Toola wondered.

"Take for example, your friend Twilight Sparkle," Gilbert twirled a hoof. "Former princess, but still a pony you could game with."

"She's not really the gambling type," Toola replied. "But I see where you're going with this."

"So If you can find a pony who's willing to fund your trip, and you don't have to compromise on your ideals, then you have my approval."

"Grampa, what's a snitch?" Tempest asked.

Gilbert smiled to his granddaughter. "A snitch is the worst kind of criminal. One who's part of a group that did something bad, but turns their allies over to the authorities, in return for a reward."

"So it's a bad thing to be a snitch?"

"Let's say that you and your sisters were out at Sugarcube corner, and got somepony to buy you some donuts with sprinkles and chocolate chips," Gilbert settled next to the filly. "Even though your Moms don't like you having too many sweets. What they don't know won't hurt them, right?"

"Right," Tempest smiled. The other fillies gathered around their grandfather.

"Now, lets say that, Ingot here." He indicated a blue-gray unicorn filly. "Happened to mention that the rest of you had these snacks. The rest of you lose out on dessert as a result. But she still gets hers." Ingot blushed. "Not very fair, is it?"

Tempest squinted her eyes at Ingot, "Yeah, you should lose dessert too."

Ingot held up her hooves. "I wouldn't tell on you though. I don't wanna be a snitch."

"Yeah, because snitches get stitches," Gilbert pulled Ingot into a hug. "So we're not gonna say anything about yesterday afternoon, are we?"

"Yesterday afternoon?" Toola raised an eyebrow. "While Cheerilee and I were having tea with Rarity and Fluttershy?"

"Snitches get stitches." The fillies chorused, while grabbing up cushions and whacking their grandfather lightly.

Gilbert chuckled, getting up and leaving the room. "Ok, I deserved that."

= = =

Toola was no stranger to the occasional odd look or seeing a pony hurry into their house. Outside of Ponyville and small communities in Manehattan, Lower Canterlot, the Euzalde, and now Umbratara, She was 'just a Roani,' with all the attendant stereotypes. Cheerilee on the other hoof, still hadn't come to terms with this, so it upset her that the residents of Upper Canterlot were working themselves into a panic. A single Roani was suspicious, a pair of unknown ponies was also suspicious, but even with Luna's support and attempts to remove the stigma of the culture, two Roani seemed like a scouting party of some sort.

"What is wrong with these ponies?" Cheerilee griped after the latest incident of a pony ushering their foals inside. "You'd think we were bandits or something, with the way they act."

Toola crossed a name off their list as they passed by another house. "In a way, we are. We have their attention, and I think they'd like it back." Cheerilee managed a small giggle.

"So who's the next name on the list?" Cheerilee wondered.

"Thunder Axe the 25th," They approached a Fifth century style Manor, where they heard sounds of metalworking coming from a shed on the side. Inside, they saw a large green earth pony hammering on a chunk of iron. "Scusemoi." Toola called out. "Where might we find a Lord Thunder Axe?"

The pony stopped hammering and turned to the pair. "Hail strangers!" he called out, trotting over. "How fare ye on this glorious day bestowed upon us by our Benevolent Lady, Celestia?"

"We're in good health," Cheerilee replied. "The reason for our visit, is that we're looking for somepony to sponsor a Grand Tour."

"Aye!" The pony replied stroking his beard. "And how has thine luck been faring."

"A few slammed doors, and some ponies asking for letters of recommendation," Cheerilee replied.

"These yellow backed jackals that I call neighbors, panic at the sight of a single tail ribbon." The pony snorted. "I however, refuse to shame my ancestors." He held out a hoof. "I am Thunder Axe. Loyal Knight of the order of Marenirva, and latest in a long line of warrior-smiths."

"A pleasure to meet you, Sir," Cheerilee replied, accepting the hoofshake. "My name is Cheerilee LaRoulette, and this is my marewife, Toola Roola."

Thunder Axe invited them into the shed. "So you seek my help in making a journey of learning."

"That's correct," Cheerilee replied. "We've worked out the cost-"

"How skilled are ye in the arts of melee?" Thunder Axe replied.

"Pardon?"

He hooved them a pair of swords. "My Honor demands that I train up ponies in the proper warrior ways. While we are in a time of peace, You never known when it will end," He pointed out various weapons lining the walls. "All of this was hoof forged by myself, my mother, and her parents. I can assure ye that they are sturdy, so don't be afraid to bang them around."

Toola did a few practice strokes with her sword, while Cheerilee peered at the edge of her blade. "We're not exactly the warrior type," She looked to Thunder Axe. "I'm a teacher, and Toola is an artist."

The stallion sighed, taking his swords back. "Tis a pity," He said. "But I cannot sponsor ye."

"We do appreciate your time, Lord Thunder Axe," Toola replied. "Maybe we could keep in touch." She presented a card.

"Of course!" Thunder Axe replied. "An armies' strength is more than just warriors. You need ponies to provide food, support, and intel on your opponent. Ten ponies working in unison would do better than ten ponies working individually."

"Agreed," Cheerilee replied. "A pleasure to meet a knight such as yourself."

Thunder Axe glanced around for a moment, then leaned in close. "By the way. It would bring me great pride if your Benevolent Lady of the Night, were to have need of a pony with mine skills."

"I'll see to it that your name finds her ear," Toola replied.

Thunder Axe bowed. "I hope for your success in your task." Toola and Cheerilee waved then departed. The sounds of hammer hitting iron soon started up again.

Cheerilee leaned back and sipped from a small coffee mug, "Definitely worth the money," She stated. "The Crystal Ponies have certainly been inventive with their staple crop."

Toola nodded. "It's about the only thing that thrives in tundra. There have been attempts to cultivate crystal berries down here, but it requires cold air and snow."

"Still, that they made a pasta and sauce that tasted like two different things. That is skill," Cheerilee said. She finished her coffee, then followed after Toola.

Outside, they were looking over the flyer that had numerous names already crossed off. "Hmm, looks like everypony on the first and second terrace has brushed us off." Toola commented.

"How about this one?" Cheerilee tapped a name. She unfolded a map of the city, then located the address listed. "That's just off the main Boulevard."

"Alright." They arrived at a two story mansion after a few minutes. The front yard consisted of a bare dirt lot, with small pots of ornamental plants arranged in neat rows. A red brick walkway lead from the street to the porch. Toola knocked on the door.

They heard somepony scuffing their hooves along a hardwood floor, approaching the door. an aged stallion opened the door. "Good afternoon, how can I help you?"

"Monsieur Oakspear." Toola began. We heard that you are willing to sponsor a pony for a Grand Tour."

"Is my name still on the list? Oh, do come in," Oakspear lead them inside. "Forgive the mess, I don't get many visitors nowdays." Toola and Cheerilee noticed shelves with books on various topics, a few scale models of well-known landmarks, and a few paintings on the walls. Oakspear lead them to a small parlour with plastic covered padded chairs. "Must be oh, about fifteen years since the last applicant. Shortly before my father disowned me for sponsoring ponies from the lower tiers."

"I'm sorry that happened to you," Cheerilee replied. "Your father sounds like a jerk."

Oakspear chuckled. "That's all water under the bridge now," He noticed Toola Roola looking at a particular painting. "You like ships, little mare?"

"Where did you get this painting?" She tapped the frame.

Cheerilee looked over. "Wait, wasn't that one at the Manehattan East Gallery?"

"That's where I bought it from." Oakspear replied. "Most steamship paintings are old and slightly cracked with age. This one is more recent." He motioned with a hoof. "I have a friend who knows much about paintings. She says that the strokes were done by hoof. That takes a great deal of skill and training, and I'd like to meet them someday." Toola nodded.

"What else do you know about the artist?" She asked.

"Well, other than the initials 'A.L.,' and the fact that they knew their steamships well enough to include the sign marking the casino." He indicated a thin red stroke above one of the doors. "That's about it. My friend could find more detail though."

"I'm sure they'd be flattered if they knew that their beginner work was appreciated." Toola replied.

"Beginner work?" Oakspear looked to the painting again. "I suppose that they have improved. The date on that one is-"

" Maia 24, 996." Toola replied. "And there's a crease the upper right corner, where the canvas was folded and held by a stack of frames."

Oakspear trotted over, took a pair of spectacles from his pocket and put them on. After looking at the painting for a moment, he removed the specs and put them away. "So there is. Good eye." He turned and smiled. "So, A..L. Nice to finally meet you." He held out a hoof. Toola accepted the shake. "Got a good grip for a unicorn."

"Well thank you, Monsieur." Toola replied. "I've painted some new pieces, if you're interested."

"I'd be happy to sponsor you," Oakspear replied, taking out a checkpad and pen. "I just need your name."

"Antonia LaRoulette." Oakspear quickly wrote out the check, then passed it to Toola. Her eyes widened upon seeing the amount written on the check. "Monsieur, this is too much." She tried hooving the check back. Oakspear waved it away.

"Nonsense. the money's just sitting in the account collecting dust and being chipped away by taxes. I've got no heirs, and there's not much worth spending on nowadays." He headed over to the chairs. "Besides, Generosity is one of our nations core values, right?"

"Indeed." Cheerilee replied. "And thank you for your generous donation."

"I would like to ask one thing of you though," Oakspear began. "I'm looking for a treatise on puzzleboxes."

"Puzzleboxes?" Cheerilee raised an eyebrow. "You mean the boxes that they pack puzzles in?"

"No, they're like wooden cubes with movable parts and panels," Oakspear said. "I want to know how they make those."

"Ok, we'll keep an eye out." Toola replied.

Frugal Frivolity

The morning light filtering in through the windows irritated Cheerilee's eyes somewhat. "Five more minutes, your Majesty," She grumped. Shifting position, she turned and cuddled the unicorn mare who slept next to her.

Toola slowly opened her eyes. "Ona goizen, Maitasuna,"* She pressed further into the embrace. "Is it time already?"

Cheerilee gave Toola a quick kiss on the cheek. "Today's the day," She replied. "Hard to believe, isn't it?"

Toola managed to turn over while still in Cheerilees' embrace. "Cheerilee, I've been thinking. You know how stories usually end with a happily ever after?"

Cheerilee's smile faded slightly. "Yeah, a way to condense a few decades into a single sentence. Are you saying that you're not happy?"

"No, no, I'm very happy," Toola replied. "I was just thinking about it," She stroked Cheerilees' mane. "Like after this, where does our story go?"

"Where ever we want it to." Cheerilee replied, sliding one of her hind-legs over Toola's. "Maybe I've been too focused on my work in the past, but I need to support the family somehow. It's hard being an author."

Toola nodded. "Most of your fame comes from what we did for Luna. Ponyville knows you, but outside of that, your books are lost in a vast ocean of ink and paper."

"Que sera sera," Cheerilee said. "Best we can do is to keep going on with our lives."

Toola rubbed Cheerilees' neck. "Right. We have some things to do before we leave."

"Toola, I have a question," Cheerilee paused, pondering how best to phrase it. "This power of yours. Are you able to use it on another pony?"

Toola lit her horn, then surrounded Cheerilee with an aura of pink energy. She poked and prodded in a few areas, causing Cheerilee to whinny and squirm. "No, it doesn't seem to work," She let the aura fade. "I can't make any changes to you, not that I'd want to change you anyways."

Cheerilee chuckled. "I have a better idea. Let's start with this," She half rolled into Toola, straddling her hindquarters and causing her to giggle. "To help us wake up." Cheerilee then began a series of kisses along the unicorn's neck and chest.

From the castle balcony, Luna watched as some of the public workers made their morning rounds. A crew of ponies on each terrace of her capital was responsible for the operation of lanterns that illuminated the city during the night. The lamps themselves were the modeled in the steamtech designs of the ninth century; a compromise between ponies who didn't want to give up all of their modern comforts, and Luna, who wanted the stars to be seen. The lamps added to the city's charm, and were crafted from bronze and accented with silver. That they hadn't been made with iron was a welcome relief for the Changeling residents, who, while not actually affected by the metal, saw it as negative given traditional connotations.

"Your Majesty, might I have a moment of your time?" She heard a mare approaching her from behind.

Luna turned and stepped into the hallway. "Yes, thou hast our ear, Primiera Tienstrom," She addressed the dark green pony who approached.

The Primiera bowed, spreading her leathery wings for added effect. "I have returned with the information that you had requested during the night previous." She looked up to Luna.

"We permit thee to speak in the manner in which thou art most familiar," Luna stated. "The Ancien Dialect is not just about the amount of words that one uses to make a statement. And 'The Night Previous'?"

"Many apologies Your Majesty," Tienstrom rose. "I am still learning how to converse in it." They trotted along the hallway.

"With study and practice, proficiency can be achieved in most anything," Luna replied. "If thou desires, we may convene a training period to help."

"I will consider it, Princess of mine," Tienstrom replied. Luna rolled her eyes. Tienstrom produced a folder. "But let that pass. I have results of the inquiries."

"And to which inquiries art thou referring? We have made many into various topics of interest."

"Yes, well, this is concerning the LaRoulette family." Tienstrom passed Luna the first report. "There is no record of them in the heraldric registry."

"So they lack even a family crest, curious," Luna flipped through the report. "Such a thing should be easy for them to acquire. There be crests for the Rich and Lode families. We have seen such on their own abodes."

"I'll take your word for it," Tienstrom replied. "The unfortunate thing is without a crest, there's no anchor for the Honors. You could still provide them, but the talismanic scrolls would look rather odd with notable empty patches."

The pair turned a corner, then headed down a set of stairs. "As there be no longer any open positions amongst the Council of Voivodes, we would not bestow that Honor upon them," Luna mused. "They be not members of any of the knightly orders. And they have already been rewarded for their Military service. How now." Luna conjured a pen, then circled a section of the seventh page.

"Did you find something, your Majesty?"

"Indeed we did," Luna passed the report back, and Tienstrom read the circled section.

"Donated five hundred bits a year to the Canterlot Treasury? So, lots of ponies have donated," Tienstrom said. "There's even a tax deduction for donating."

"Wouldst this qualify them for Honores Numisma?" Luna paused in front of the entrance to the throneroom.

"The minimum qualifier is 1,000 per donation." Tienstrom replied. "There's a section in the Code that prevents ponies from piecing together the Honor via incremental donation."

"So Sister closed that loophole," Luna rubbed her chin. "And no member of the family hath employ in service to The Crown.."

"So that leave Honores Calice." Tienstrom finished the thought.

"But none of the surrounding communities have petitioned on their behalf. That alone is rather suspicious."

"If I may make a suggestion," Tienstrom took out a pen and paper. "You could ask Miss Sparkle to interview some of the denizens of Ponyville. If the replies are favorable, that could be seen as enough of a commendation for the Honor."

"I suppose I should tip my hoof in order to get this done." Luna muttered. In a normal volume, she spoke. "We wish for Miss Sparkle to interview the Mayor and other notable residents. We anticipate that she will seek her friends' opinions, but we caution her against speaking with Eugenia Smith-Apple."

"Do you anticipate a problem with her?" Tienstrom wondered.

"We have our reasons," Luna replied, before heading in to the throne room.

"Have we got everything?" Cheerilee looked to Toola and the fillies.

Toola unrolled a scroll then began reading off the list. "I've made sure that everypony packed enough clothes for a week. We 'll need to do laundry occasionally, but I've been assured that we'll have access to the proper facilities. All the girls have been properly inoculated," She grinned to Cheerilee "And Nurse Redheart assures me that those were the most recent vaccines."

"And money shouldn't be a problem," Cheerilee presented a manilla envelope which contained a few slips of paper. "I've converted the money into letters of credit. Twilight assures me that Allied Nations will accept them." She tucked the envelope into her saddlebag. "I also managed to get a bundle of translator pendants."

"That will come in hoofy, since Starsong won't be joining us." Toola looked over the the fillies. "Have you girls gotten everything you want? Dolls, toys, and all that?"

"Yes Daj," Came the replies.

"What about other supplies?" Cheerilee took the list. "I know that Colgate provided us with a bag of new brushing kits."

"I've managed the reserve a civilian zeppelin for our use," Toola Roola replied. "There's an on board bath and bin, along with the attendant towels, soap and shampoos. Five cabins, double beds. Enough for ten ponies. It'll be waiting for us at the 5th Terrace tower, along with our guide."

"And food?" Cheerilee wondered. "We should have plenty of snacks on hoof."

"Starsong's in town, dealing with that," Toola replied.

"Looks like you mares have everything well in hoof," Gilbert stated. "Cleaned up, ate breakfast, everything packed, got your route planned. I suppose you'll say that you left nothing to chance."

"I know better than that, Papa," Toola replied with a giggle. "I've done what I can to make sure things go smoothly though." She hugged her father, then her mother. Cheerilee stepped in and did likewise. Then the fillies approached for their turns.

"It's good that you decided to do this," Aurelina declared. "Your prior travels never took you far into the world, so this will be a belated coming of age rite."

Cheerilee blushed. "Thank you mother, I just never saw a need to wander. Once I was finished with college, I just went straight to work. But this will be a great learning opportunity."

"All loaded and ready to go." Jasper called, standing next to a carriage. "The train will be arriving within the hour."

Toola walked over to the Dog, as Cheerilee began helping the fillies board. "Listen, Jasper. You've been a real good friend and companion," She placed a hoof on one of his hands. "I wish I could take you with me, but you and Centre have a pup now."

Jasper grinned, reaching over to ruffle Toolas' mane. "I understand. You go have fun. Gather stories and share them when you return. I will always have a place here." He indicated the mansion.

"I can put him to work in the bathhouse," Gilbert said. The others all laughed.

"Hey Ruby, we've got a case again," A tan unicorn greeted the dark red pegasus that entered the room. "They haven't forgotten us after all." She presented a red folder.

Ruby adjusted her mirrored sunglasses, before settling into the chair behind the desk. "Lay it on me, Bubbly Mug."

"I've got the brief written already, Boss," Bubbly replied. She opened the folder and held up a single sheet of paper. "It's actually two cases together. They both seem to be centered on a little farm or something near Ponyville. Easily accessible from the rail line, and there's lodging on site if we need it."

"Who's our contact?" The pegasus took out a notepad and pen. "And why was this given to us, when the Capital is so much closer?"

Bubbly Mug opened the folder and lifted up the first report. "The documentation submitted by a 'Twilight Sparkle,' indicate that one of the cases actually requires your special skill." She lifted the first set of stapled papers. "Case number 007856754. Involves a cane that was on loan to the Canterlot University. The loan period has passed, so the item was returned." Ruby wrote quickly. "Said item is imbued with a spell matrix, that bears traces of Chaos Energy."

"And the second case?"

"Number 007856763," Bubbly Mug pulled out another report. "A cursory examination and interview with one of the family members, regarding the Seventh Heresy."

"Sounds like a pass-off," Ruby paused to preen a wing. "I'm not that familiar with the Seventh Heresy."

"It's one of the newer ones," Bubbly Mug replied with a smile. "It was the one that the Army was dismantling during the Umbratara campaign."

"Is that the Ooze Cult one?" Ruby made a quick sketch. "It's supposed to be listed in the next edition of the hoofbook."

"That's the one," Bubbly Mug replied. "So we're taking on these cases?" She perked her ears. Ruby gave her a good long look.

"Inform the Executive Assistant that we'll be going to Ponyville," The pegasus pocketed her pen and put on her sunglasses, then headed out the door. "I'll see you at the depot in twenty minutes." She paused for a second. "I suppose we can go sightseeing if we wrap this up quickly enough."

"Thank you, Miss Rivet," Bubbly Mug saluted. After the pegasus had gone, she straightened up the office, then left to report to the Executive Assistant.

Even before the carriage arrived at the depot, Toola and Cheerilee could see several ponies gathered in the open plaza. Coming closer, the group noticed their approach, and trotted over. a few even volunteering to help with the luggage. "Hey ladies, glad you could make it." Starsong greeted.

"Starsong!" The fillies called. Jasper stopped the carriage near the depot then entered the lobby. Cheerile and Toola helped their daughters out, then the fillies ran to greet Starsong, who was joined by some other pegasi. "Auntie Thistle, Uncle Patchwork, Cousin Volt!"

"Great to see you again, kids." Patchwork stated. he then proceeded to do his bit-behind-the-ear trick on Jingle, eliciting some laughter.

"So whats the word from the home zone?" Volt asked, leaning down for hugs.

Cheerilee excused herself to get the tickets, leaving Toola and the fillies to chat with their relatives. Inside the lobby, she noticed Big Macintosh and Smarty Pants seated on one of the benches. They seemed to be busy in conversation. As Cheerilee approached the ticket counter, she noticed that Mac would glance in her direction then quickly look away. Each time he did so, the jenny would say something to him while gesturing at Cheerilee. She couldn't hear the words, but it sounded like Smarty Pants was getting frustrated at Mac's reluctance about something. She decided to make a quick detour, and trotted over. "Is everything alright over here?"

"Eeyup." Mac stated, with a little more abruptness than usual as he grabbed a train schedule off the nearby table and began studying it intently. Both Smarty Pants and Cheerilee raised an eyebrow.

"I suggested that it would be a nice gesture, if we came down to say goodbye before you left," Smarty Pants began. "I'm not sure if this is normal for him, or if it's just something between you and him."

Cheerilee sighed. "Yeah. it's been six or seven years since the Love Poison incident," She looked to Big Macintosh. "That doesn't mean we can't be friends though." Macintosh slowly looked up from the schedule. "I mean, prior to that incident, we didn't have any difficulties in talking." She thought for a moment. "Well I didn't anyway. I know it seems a little awkward, but I'd still like to have a partnership with you. Strictly business."

Big Macintosh nodded. "Business."

"Yes business," Cheerilee continued. "And right now, I have some business that might interest you. " She grinned, seeing that she had the stallions attention. "There's a large demand for crops in Umbratara, and I'm wondering who would be interested in helping with supplies."

Big Macintosh swallowed, the sound audible to Smarty Pants and Cheerilee. "Ya cain't go wrong, with apples."

Cheerilee took a binder from an easily accessible pocket on her saddlebags. "What's a tree worth to you?"

"A whole tree?" Macintosh rubbed the back of his neck. "'Bout seven thousand." Cheerilee wrote in the binder.

"Do you really have that many bits?" Smarty Pants wondered. "I knew you were rich, but-"

"I don't have the money," Cheerilee began. "But here's what I'm going to do. I find ponies who do, and if I get their interest, then I arrange meetings between you and them."

"See, I told you it wouldn't be so bad," Smarty Pants stated. "We've got a potential lead on untapped markets."

Macintosh smiled "Eeeeeyup."

"Glad that we could work together." Cheerilee said, putting the binder away. "Now. Things may have gotten weird that day, but we both came away with what we truly wanted, right?" Big Macintosh draped a leg over Smartypants, then leaned in for a quick kiss. "Good. Now that we reached an understanding, we can put this behind us, right?"

"Eeyup."

"Pleasure to meet you, Miss Pants," Cheerilee said, giving the jenny a hoofshake.

"Please, call me Smarty," The jenny tipped the brim of her hat in a gesture of respect. "I should let you go now."

"Give my regards to your family," Cheerilee said before heading back to the counter.

As the two ponies exited the train, Bubbly Mug glanced over at the Ponyville Town Clock. "Good timing," The unicorn commented. "By the time we finish our investigation, it'll be lunchtime." Ruby Rivet took her notepad, read it over, then headed into town. Bubbly Mug retrieved the single piece of luggage, then followed.

After a short walk, they arrived at the City Hall. "Howdy folks, what can I do for you?" The Secretary greeted as they entered.

"I'm looking for a 'Twilight Sparkle,'" Ruby stated.

The Secretary took a map from one of the desk drawers, and passed it to Ruby. "She's currently living at the Town Library, in the Northern Section

"Thank you," Bubbly said while taking the map. "By the way, where's a good place to eat?"

"We have a couple of lovely cafes in the central area." The secretary pointed out.

"Bubbly," Ruby snipped. "Business first."

"Right, right." Bubbly blushed, then followed after the pegasus. "Thank you for your time, miss."

It was another brief walk to the Golden Oaks Library. Ruby knocked on the door.

"Come in," Twilight called from inside. She came over to greet them as they entered. "Let me welcome y-"

"Miss Sparkle. I am here per your request." Ruby produced a laminated card bearing her picture and signature.

"Ohhhh...that," Twilight took a step back. "I thank you for coming, but it seems that there's been a mix-up. I was expecting you sooner."

"I received the case just this morning," Ruby began.

"Actually, it came in yesterday evening," Bubbly said with a nervous chuckle. "You said that you didn't want to be disturbed once you were off the clock."

Ruby snorted, then lifted her sunglasses. "Now, Miss Sparkle. You have a potentially dangerous pony, with an equally potentially dangerous artifact. Take me to them."

"I'm afraid it's not that simple," Twilight began. "They left just an hour ago."

"Do you know where they were headed?" Ruby queried impatiently.

Twilight levitated a bundle of papers. "As a matter of fact, I have a copy of their itinerary right here. I helped her put it together, after all."

Ruby leafed through the papers quickly. "Bubbly, make sure to keep a receipt of all our tickets and major purchases. I want to be sure I get reimbursed for this."

"Yes ma'am," Bubbly saluted. "Does that mean we won't be staying for lunch?"

"We'll eat on the move," Ruby replied. She looked to Twilight. "Miss Sparkle. You do realize that this could be construed as aiding a heretic, yes?" Twilight gulped. "I will be checking up on you when I return."

After Ruby and Bubbly left, Twilight headed to her desk, and began writing a letter.