Cold
A letter sent
Previous ChapterNext ChapterIt's been a week after our house was burned down, and I've been getting regular updates as to how the investigation has been coming along (poorly), and I just now thought of this?
Let me explain a little further. Remember at the after-party when that blind pegasus gave me that message from his sister "Superstorm"? Well, I had yet to make use of their services, and I think now would be the perfect time. So, with this in mind, I was walking through ponyville, looking for Rainbow Dash so she could deliver a message for me. The best place to start would be sugarcube corner.
On the way there, I pass the apple booth to find Flossy and Big Mac manning the stall. It's been a while since I've talked with him...
"Yo Flossy! How you been?" I call, walking toward the stall. He looks up at me and grins.
"It's been good, dawg. I move through the trees like a fuckin' monkey now!" He exclaims, holding up his fist, which I meet with my own.
"Things with Ditzy and her daughters are going good, though I think Sparkler likes me. Anyway, have you seen Rainbow? I need something delivered."
"Uh, dawg.... ya do know ya live with the mailmare, right?" Flossy asks, making me pause....
And promptly facepalm. Wow. At my rather audible display of derp, Flossy starts laughing.
"Wow, I feel dumb...."
"N-nah, 's aight m-man!" Flossy manages to get out between fits of laughter. "But shit, tha's funny!"
"Yeah yeah. Anyway, I guess I may as well head to the post office then. Catch ya later." I start walking away, but I'm stopped by Flossy.
"By the way, Big Mac ova here's a homie too." He says. To test this, I lift my fist, slowly, in his direction... which he meets with his hoof. Yup, it's official.
"Well, nice to know that some pon- *bleh* -some people still think of me as a normal person." I say, correcting myself. This, of course, earns a snort from Big Mac and more laughter from Flossy. With that farewell, I change direction, heading for the post office. As I walk, I can't help but think...
We're getting a lot of new homies, almost army sized now! This can either work very well, or do very poorly. And what happens when we find a way home? What'll happen to everypony- still can't believe I'm saying that -that we end up leaving behind? Speaking of which, I need to get in contact with those researchers in Canterlot and see how far they've come in getting us back...
I cut off my musings as the old post office building comes into view. Well, here goes.
"Hello Prince Frosty! How may I help you?" The mare behind the counter asks. She doesn't seem too fazed by my appearance, thankfully.
"I need a letter delivered. Do you know who the "Wing Clan" are?" I ask, taking the letter out of my pocket. She raises an eyebrow at me,
"Yes, I do."
"Well, I need this sent to one of them. Her name is "Superstorm" if I remember correctly." At her name, the mare raises her other eyebrow as well.
"I can help you. She'll get this before the day is out." She says, taking the letter with one of her wings and calling out behind her, "Hey Stamp! Watch the counter while I'm gone!" before spreading her wings and shooting out the door. Huh, she looked like a mare on a mission.
+++++
Not very long after, I was sitting with Flossy and Big Mac at the apple stand, letting my mind wander. I forgot my eye-drops back at home, and my vision's definitely taking a hit because of it. You'd think getting completely different eyes would fix that, but as Big Mac always says, Nnnnope!
"Nigga, I still can't believe ya forgot 'bout livin' with da mail-mare!" Flossy chuckles, wiping the sweat from his forehead. Okay, I gotta admit, that was pretty funny.
"Yeah, been kind of a long week. I should get a letter back soon. So, what's up with you and Applejack?" I say as casually as possible. Just as the words leave my lips, Big Mac snorts, but doesn't change his expression. Oh ho, did I strike a nerve?
"Man, she's coo' as shit!" Flossy exclaims happily. "Her and big guy ova 'ere gave me their spare room. Growin' shit's tough, but 's cool with me."
"Glad to hear it, man." I can't help but smile at my homies as I say this. Big Mac, completely breaking character, speaks up suddenly.
"Y'all ain't used ta ponies being nice just because?"
"Nnnope." Flossy and I both say in unison, not missing a beat.
"Back home, you always had to watch your back. Or if you had a crew, watch each others backs. People are just as likely to stab or shoot you as they are to offer you so much as a cigarette. Here, though, I guess it's a little different." I elaborate, rubbing my aching eyes. Should've brought my damn eye-drops
"Ya don't say?" Big Mac, "Doesn't sound like anywhere I'd want ta visit."
"Well, we didn't have much of a choice in coming here. Crazy bastard did something with a chalk circle and here we are." I sigh, slightly frustrated. Well, I did kinda splatter his brains everywhere, but he doesn't need to know that.
Big Mac stands and begins packing up the apple stand. "Well, I understand y'all must miss yer home, but it only feels right ta tell ya that some ponies are glad y'all 're here."
"Seems like it, though apparently some of them like burning our house too."
Big Mac snorts, but doesn't change expressions. He doesn't need to respond, I already know I got him there.
It's then that I take a look at the sky, now a deep orange. Huh, is it that late already?
"Yo, Imma go with him aight?" Flossy says, pointing at Big Mac, who was finished packing. I just nod and smile, and he walks off behind Big Mac. I should probably head back to Ditzy's place and check on Slushy. Make sure she didn't freeze anything...
With that, I stand up, pull out a cigarette, and focus on the end of it.
Light
With the cigarette lit, I begin my trek back. Damn, but magic is convenient. I'm still a little wobbly in the air, so until I train some more with Dash, I'm keeping my happy ass on the ground thank you very much.
The ponies I pass wave to me as I pass, and some even bowed... okay, that's a little weird, but whatever floats their boat I guess. Of course, it's nopony (ugh) I know, so that's probably why they're bowing...
"Frosty!" I hear somepo-bleh- someone call out to me. I know that voice... turning to face the owner of said voice only confirmed my suspicions. Yep, that's Dash.
" 'sup, Dash?" I answer. Now that I look at her, she seems worried about something.
"Ditzy wanted me to give this to you. Looks like you got a letter." She says, handing me a sealed envelope. Where there would normally be a stamp, there's instead what looks like a brand. The brand's design looked like a pair of wings partially covering what looks like a marble.
"Huh, thanks. You look nervous, is anything wrong?" I ask, pocketing the envelope. She looks up at me and smiles, though it's obviously fake.
"Who, me? I'm fine!"
"...if you're sure. Well, thanks homie." I say lifting my fist, which she meets with her hoof. When she feels up to talking, then I'll ask. 'til then, it's none of my business.
"Well, I gotta run, later Frosty!" She says quickly before dashing off. Okay, she's seriously been acting weird.
I start walking again, and take out the letter. I reach into my pocket and flick out my trusty Butterfly Knife *whir* *whir* *chnk* and swiftly slice the seal, reading the note.
"Prince Frosty, it brings me great joy to know you yet require our help. I understand your frustration at your current situation, and have sent my brother's best ponies to aid in the investigation.
You'll get your answer soon.
-Superstorm Wing"
Next Chapter