Magic Mishaps

“Yep.” Trondason said. Applejack looked around, seemingly distressed about something, although she could be making a face for no reason. Trondason felt urged to look over there, but he was met with only fields. And a floating pair of sunglasses.

He didn’t really know what or why they were floating, but being a unicorn meant floating things were nothing new to him. Applejack looked at the sunglasses, however, and seemed slightly appalled. She then looked to Trondason, and back to the glasses. “Unicorns usually ‘ave their horns glowin when they lift things, right?” Trondason nodded. “And the affected object is also usually glowing, right?” Again, Trondason nodded. “Is your magic color invisible?” Trondason shook his head. “You know any unicorns that do?”

“Nope.”

“I don't think those there levitatin spectacles are a normal pair of levitatin spectacles.” she said. “Since the normal levitatin spell involves glowing, this caint really be levitatin, righ?”

“Probably.”

“Well then, maybe there is just something wrong with those spectacles, since they’re so unusual and ominous looking.” she squinted and slowly walked over to the shades, which moved backwards quickly when she got too close. “Varmit…” she muttered. Applejack moved forwards a bit faster this time, but with the same end result. “What in…” Applejack looked at the futility of her situation, and just ignored it.

It seemed to work for a bit, until it violently swerved forwards, and smacked her in the back of the head with a clap. She turned around to face it, but then it hit her five times before going back to its previous position, swinging subtly. “Why you-”

“Applejack?”

She cartwheeled around, came eye contact to the now nervous Trondason. “Could you step back a bit.” She did so. “The thing is swinging. Unicorns hold things. That thing is clearly on a string.” He pointed, and showed that there was, indeed, a string. “See?” She did see the string, and her face formed a frown. She walked over to the shades, waited for them to pull back, and grabbed the specs when they swung back towards her.

A tug was all it took to pull the culprit from the sky. ‘She’s acting strange and… Irritable.’ That wasn’t the only thing wrong with her, as she reacted to this situation as if it had never happened. Perhaps she was having a tiresome day or something akin to that. “Goshdarnit Rainbow, ah’ve been havin a hard day, an ah dont need this righ now.” Trondason looked up and noticed that there was only one cloud outside. He wondered why he didn’t see that earlier, or if it even was there earlier.

Applejack was laying into Rainbow slightly about her work being tiresome, her knowing about it, asking her to mess with somepony else for the day, and being mad about Rainbow still messing with her. Rainbow, however, seemed quite pleased with the confusion, as evidenced by her smirk... and the laughing that came next. Although it wasn’t the best prank ever, Trondason could appreciate the functionality, as it worked in the end. “Now git outta here, so I can talk to mah guest!” Trondason shared a glance with Rainbow, who still had that grin on her face. She seemed impish, and she had a devious look on her face. Trondason instantly knew that he was next for whatever she was planning.

And he would be ready for it.

“Now, now that thats gone,” she pointed her hoof towards him. “I’m Applejack. Nice to meet ya.” Trondason shook her hoof, his second hoof shake ever, and just thought about how weird this was. “My name’s Midnight Scroll.” he said, to which he received another plot stare. ‘Really?’

“Come on in mah house, we got a lot teh talk about.” she said, as she lead him into her house. The inside was pretty nice and traditional. Apples adorned the walls. And carpets. And pretty much everything but the couch which lay in the center of the room. The room was actually a rectangular shape, like most rooms. He could see a kitchen over to his right, a stairway to the left, an unknown room directly ahead, and a trapdoor under the couch.

Applejack offered him a seat, pulled out a mug of cider, and began to talk with him. He admitted that sitting was kinda weird now. “So, ah gotta thank you fer finding Winona. She was gone for a long time, and we thought she wasn’t comin back.” she took a sip from her mug. ”Mah sis was kinda worried, ya see.”

“Winona helped us as much as we helped her. If she hadn’t ran off, I’m not entirely sure that Storm or I would have made it.” Trondason took a sip, using his hoof instead of his horn. Applejack chuckled as a yawn could be heard upstairs. Then the front door opened to reveal a yellow eart- Applebloom. “Hiya sis.” she said as she closed the door.

“‘Noon, AB. How was yer day?” Applejack asked, while Applebloom shrugged. “Fine.” She stopped and noticed Trondason. “Whos that, sis? Yer coltfriend?” Applejack got pretty mad. Not mad enough to say anything other than “He’s not mah coltfriend!”, but she was still mad nonetheless. Trondason got a little chuckle at this, but he also got a surprise present, a death glare from Applejack. “Run along, little sis. The adults are talking.” she said.

Except Applebloom didn’t listen, and sat on right next to Trondason on the couch. “Nah.”

Applejack turned to Trondason, ignoring Applebloom, and continued. “So whats yer story, huh?” she said. “Why were you two in the forest to begin with? It’s might dangerous, ya know.”

Trondason shrugged. “In short, we got lost. We were coming to ponyville, when Storm suggested taking a shortcut through the woods. I tried to stop him, but before I could get a word in edgewise, he already took off, leaving me to catch up. One thing lead to another, and we wound up sleeping in a cave for the night. The next morning we met your dog, and she led us to ponyville. Sadly, once we got close, we were attacked by the Manticore...” As he said this, Applejack and Applebloom hooked onto every word, in genuine interest. Applejack seemed to scan every word he said with her eyes somehow, but stopped once he was done.

“Well, ah can jest say thank you two for finding Winona. Ahm still sorry for what happened to you two, though.”

“Don’t be. Although Storm was an idiot, we wouldn’t have found Winona without deviating from the path, and sleeping in the cave. If we hadn’t done as he said… Well, ya know.”

“Well, thank you for coming over here. Winona is a part of our family, and we owe you for her life.” Trondason opened his mouth to say that he was the one who owes her, for both he and Black-light, but she stopped him. “Ah dont want yer money, and I don't want yer thanks, ah want to thank you. That part is non-negotiable.” She was pretty determined to not have Trondason repay her in any way, so he let it slide for now. He could help later or something.

“Sooo… Um.. What else do you want to hear?”