Chapters "Sister, I wonder if I might have a moment of your time," Luna paused, placed a barrier spell around her writing desk, then turned to Celestia. "Don't worry." Celestia chuckled. "I'm not going to insert a jest into your letters this time."
"Better to take precautions anyways." Luna replied. "What cause brings you to our den, Dear Tia?"
"It's about the posters that you designed."
Luna rubbed around her horn. "Were there too few? I was assured that 20,000,000 was more than ample to provide awareness in the majority of Equestria and the neighboring lands. Should I have budgeted for more advertising?"
Celestia snickered softly into a hoof. "No Lulu, I think you have enough coverage. I was wondering if the acronym on the poster, was intentional."
"Acronym?" Luna lit her horn and conjured a copy of the poster. "To what do you refer, Sister?"
"Well, read it off to me."
"The first ever Nocne Mesta Nightmare Night Masquerade Ball, will commence at the onset of evening, on the last day of Hecat '10." Luna then listed off the events and attractions that were planned. "I do not see how the letters are lined up on the vertical, to form a word."
"Nom nom nom."
Luna stared at her sister for a moment, before rolling up the poster. "The alliteration of 'N' and 'M'. I perceive that now. And I did hire a number of caterers to ensure that there will be an abundance of food on hoof."
"Would that I could attend," Celestia placed a fetlock to her forehead. "Alas, my presence will be needed in Neighpon for the draft of their next six-year plan."
Luna smirked. "I have often said that they should extract the timbers from under their tails, and learn how to loosen up. But I suppose their bureaucracy has a purpose if it allows them to maintain a multi-millenial empire."
"They were one of the few to not fall to Discords influence." Celestia added. "They were too orderly for him to establish a clawhold."
Luna burst into laughter. "Yes, I recall how he ranted about them after his release." She lightly swatted her sisters' flank with the rolled-up poster. "Worry not, we shall hold a place of reserve for you, in case you have a free moment."
"At any rate, I wish you the best." Celestia stated, extending a wing over Lunas' back. "Have you acquired a costume yet?"
"Fret not, Celly," Luna replied. "I shall be properly attired for the event. And not as the Bringer of Night Eternal."
"May I see it?" Celestia asked.
Luna blushed. "Tis still at the shop, but it is reserved." Celestia nodded and left. Luna waited a moment, then headed out as well. After a couple of inquiries with the castle staff, she located Lime Sherbert in the southern hall of the third floor..
"Oh, your highness." Lime looked over after finishing her task. "I noticed your telescope was looking a little dusty, so I gave it a once-over with some polish. Did I accidentally push it out of alignment?"
Luna blinked. "No, that is not why I sought you out," She lowered her head to touch noses with the unicorn. "I ask your assistance in browsing the shops, for Nightmare Night attire."
Lime tapped her cheek in thought. "I know that we often get pre-made articles for your outings as Cynthia. perhaps she would look good as-"
"Nay, Tis I as myself who shall be in costume." The alicorn made a gesture. "My stature and wings must be taken into account this time."
"In that case, I know of a few places that might interest you." She began leading the way.
"And Lime." Lime swiveled her ears back to listen. "If the telescope has been pushed out of alignment, you will be rebeading mine abacus." They shared a laugh.
"Can I see them again, Mo Chroi?"
Trixie reached out to stroke the side of Gildas' feathery-crest. "I know how much of a thrill you get just knowing that we have them in our possession. Us, and not two others who will be attending that ball." With a flick of her hoof, she produced a pair of tickets, then brought them into the griffons' view.
Gilda smiled, gazing over the time and date printed on the tickets, along with their names. "I just want to be sure it's not another illusion." She reached out to grasp her ticket.
"I understand. We have fortune enough to be able to purchase tickets to such a prestigious event," Trixie placed her own ticket in a small pocket sewn into the interior of her cap. "Even greater is that it will be taking place at our Phuri Dajs' castle, in the old country."
Gilda looked from her ticket to Trixie. "We've busted our haunches to earn the bits for them, I think we deserve a little treat now and again."
"And we don't have to perform for our admission." Trixie said with a smile. "We get to mingle with the other guests. We might even get a moment with the Princess herself."
Gilda snickered, reaching over to ruffle Trixies' mane. "Dude, I'm so looking forward to this. The atmosphere is just right for all kinds of scares."
"Don't think I can't see your mischievous plan." Trixie mock-scolded. "Yes, some ponies are skittish around griffons, but playing on those fears would be a cheap tactic."
"Relax, fishcakes," Gilda said with a smirk. "I'm not gonna be as bitey this time, I promise. Besides, You've shown me how to properly file my beak, talons and claws for bluntness. It's not like I'd injure some pony intentionally."
"Still, there will be plenty of scares to go around. You need not add to them." Trixie replied. She leaned over and kissed Gilda on the beak.
"Speaking of which, what shall we go as this year?"
"An excellent question." Trixie answered. "Part of the fun is dressing up as somepony or something else. A shame that we've already cosplayed as each-other."
Gilda let out a squawk of delight. "That was the best, dude. And it was funny seeing you try to eat with a beak over your snout."
Trixie stifled a laugh with her hoof. "I suppose it was amusing. And I did get more food in my mouth than on myself." She lit her horn and grabbed a few catalogs from a nearby shelf, with her magic. "I thought you might like a new look. The local stores have some new costumes in stock this year."
Gilda took one of the catalogs and leafed through it. "I already have an idea in mind, but lets see what they've got available."
"Are you certain about this?" Cheerilee asked. "Last time we were there,-"
"I know what happened and what didn't." Toola Roola replied. "I owe it to myself to prove that the terror holds no more power over me. Besides, Why shouldn't I enjoy the fruits of my efforts?"
The pair made their way along the roads of Ponyville. "I worry about you, Toola. I think it's too soon to go back there."
Toola stopped. "And when won't it be too soon? Another five years? Ten?" She snorted. "You once chided me for being too delicate a flower, now you want to keep me as such?"
Cheerilee whirled around to face her marewife. "You may think that you've come a long way with your therapy, but I worry that one well-timed prank, with the right colored liquid, will undo years of work."
"And I trust that you'd find the culprit, and make them regret that their parents ever met." Toola replied. "Besides, I have gotten comfortable with this...ability."
Cheerilee trotted over and gave Toola a half-hug. "Listen, I know how much it means to you to go to Umbratara. I just don't want you to freak out again."
"I'll have you and Starsong with me." Toola replied. "That's why I got three tickets. And besides." She nuzzled the earth pony. "Even if we have to cut it short, we could always visit the Canterlot Carnival on the 8th terrace."
"That''d be lovely." Cheerilee smiled. "Thistle and Patchwork always do such a wonderful job of keeping the kids entertained." She looked to Toola "Maybe we could trade the tickets."
Toola shook her head. "They've got talisman spells on them. Keeps ponies from reselling to make a profit."
"Ah well. Let's go get our costumes then." Cheerilee said. A short walk later, they arrived at the shop where they reserved their costumes.
"Welcome to Carousel Boutique." A yellow pegasus at the counter, spoke in a soft melodious voice as they entered. "Where everything is sleek, chic and um, majestique."
"That's magnifique." Another pony called from the back room.
"Oh, Sorry."
"It's ok, Fluttershy." Toola said. "I would definitely use 'Majestic' for Raritys' creations."
"That's very flattering." Rarity added as she emerged from the back room. "And the wedding dress I designed for Princess Cadance, and Twilight's former Coronation dress certainly qualify."
Cheerilee took a slip of paper from her bitbag and passed it to Rarity. "So what are your plans for Nightmare Night?"
"This year, I thought we'd go out and visit the carnival of games at Sweet Apple Acres." Rarity answered as she took the slip of paper. "Then there's the midnight play that your theatre troupes' performing in the Town square. I assure you that Fluttershy and I will be attending that." She said before heading into the back room.
Toola nodded, then looked to Fluttershy. "Are you sure it won't be too scary. I watched their rehearsals, and the golem they use for The Fiend is scarily accurate."
"While I was frightened when it appeared that one time, seeing Rarity stand up to it was comforting. And why a golem?"
"It's because no-pony wanted to play the role of The Fiend." Cheerilee said. "So a golem is the next best thing."
"Don't worry." Toola added. "The animation spell has certain protocols built in that prevent it from hurting others. And removing any of those protocols is illegal under the Regulations for Thaumic-Powered Devices."
"Still, it's a shame that you won't be present to watch and enjoy it." Rarity said as she returned from the back-room, carrying three bundles in a magic aura. "I hear that Jasper and Centre are performing the other two lead roles."
Toola chuckled, taking the packages with her own aura, then inspecting them. "I've seen them perform several times over the past several weeks. They understand the roles well. And they also understand why I can't be there that night." She sighed wistfully. "It means more to them to actually get to perform the roles."
"Like I told the Mayor." Rarity said. "It's better to display our history in a dynamic fashion, than to keep a static legend." She smoothed back part of her mane. "And it also helps to have our communities work together. Right, Baroness?"
Toola blushed. "I suppose that my family has acted the role with benevolency. But I haven't told anypony about that yet. How did you find out?"
"Well, um, we found out from Twilight, actually." Fluttershy replied. "She let us in on what happened."
"Of course," Cheerilee replied. "You are her closest friends."
"And it's not like you'd lord it over us." Rarity replied. "I've been one of your dearest friends since elementary." She walked over and embraced first Cheerilee, then Toola Roola.
"So does the rest of the town know yet?" Cheerilee wondered. "This title thing might crimp my future plans."
"It's kind of working it's way around, but the Mayor is saying that unless he receives official confirmation from Canterlot, there is no truth to the rumors." Rarity replied.
"Everything looks to be in order here," Toola Roola said as she placed the packages on her back. "Thank you for your time and hard work." She took a roll of bills from her bitbag, and counted out enough to cover the price of the packages. "We'll wear these costumes with pride."
Fluttershy accepted the money, counted out the appropriate change, then wrote out a receipt. "Thank you for shopping at Carousel Boutique, you have thirty days to return the merchandise for a full refund."
"Thank you, and have a wonderful day." Toola said along with her. Fluttershy blushed. "I think you're a natural at this, Mrs Belle."
"Thank you, Toola." Fluttershy replied. "Iron Wills' revised assertiveness course has helped me a lot."
A caramel earth pony reclined on a fold-out bench. "Not many ponies know this," he began. "But among changelings, there exists a type even greater than the queens. They're called the Weyhyddion Breuddwyd. And I have met them."
A white unicorn snorted. "I find that rather hard to believe. Mr Ibai."
"That they exist, Blank?"
"Oh I know they exist." Blank replied, shuddering. "I just can't believe that you met them, if you're still alive to speak to us."
"I've been around a long time myself," another unicorn, gray in color, stroked his beard. "And I've never heard more than old written accounts of them. Supposedly they're taller and whiter than the Sun Princess, and have glowing green eyes. But how much of that is exaggeration?"
"Considering that we used to use the fae to frighten our own foals for centuries, I'm not surprised that they'd keep to themselves." A light-brown pony added. "Ponies and Changlings never really had a good relationship. Even now, some groups are reluctant to accept peace, and some ponies treat them worse than Dogs."
"The times are a-changing." An ebony black unicorn added as she entered the wagon. "But that is ever the one sure thing. Change. Fortunas' change."
"That and taxes, C.T." Blank added. "Even with all the bits we've made, we still have to give the Princesses their due."
"Anyways, tell us Kako." Clear Thought looked to the Earth pony stallion. "You were saying something about meeting the Elder Fae."
Bad Apple nodded. "It was sometime in the 70s," he began. "Not sure when though. It's all kind of muddled. Anyways. I happened to stumble across them when they were in the midst of capturing a red-chitin changeling. I thought I'd sneak in for a closer watch, but one of them apparently sensed me. I found myself being lifted and pulled over to their midst. I'll admit, I was a little bit afraid."
Clear Thought leaned against Blank. "I wonder, why were they capturing the red one?"
Bad Apple chuckled. "I asked about that, and they told me that the 'ling had violated one of their sacred laws. Seems that changelings are forbidden from completely draining a pony of all their emotion. I guess that's why Princess Cadance was able to rekindle Shining Armors' love."
Blank Slate nodded. "Yeah, but how were you able to get away from the Breuddwyd?"
"They were ready to simply execute me on the spot, but they halted when one of them said I was protected by a magic older than theirs. They extracted an oath of some sort, then let me go."
"What was this oath, Udan?" The aged unicorn inquired. "If it's something that's going to impact the Cabaret, I'd like to know."
"Here's the thing, Gray. I know there's an oath, but I can't recall the exact details. Every time I try, I get a piercing headache." Bad Apple replied.
"Fae magic; both vague and insistent." Blank chuckled. "I guess the Breuddwyd want you to know that you're contracted with them."
"Someday, and that day may never come." Bad Apple began. "We'll call upon you to perform a service...Oh Luna, they're like my brothers' business." He laughed.
"What is your brothers' business?" Gray asked "I know of the hotel and amenities."
"I suppose that I can let you all in on the real score." He shifted to stand up. "The family go their start as part of a loose network of ponies who ran pleasure cruises during the mid 700s. You want wine and drink that's not marked at ridiculous prices? Done. You want to spend your money on small luxuries instead of paying the outrageous taxes? Done." He glanced over to Clear Thought. "You want to show your love and devotion openly? There's a place to do it."
"I do recall stories that Roa were frequently hassled in Perch during that time. One Constable even tried to shut down the Court of Miracles. Jasmine Frolic."
"Speaking of miracles," Blank Slate looked over to Gray. "I'd call it a miracle if Six, Argent, and Locks returned before nightfall I'm ready to get back on the road."
"Patience, young one." The unicorn known as Gray Pearls replied. "The are just as important as the trip itself, and we'll be fully stocked on provisions this time."
"Besides," The earth pony mare added. "I'm liking it here. It's got a small town charm.."
"As charming as Palermino is, Pretz, it's also a little too warm for my tastes." A silver-feathered griffon declared as he entered the wagon. "Give me the cold and snow any day." A large yellow earth pony followed behind, carrying several boxes of food on his back. "We managed to get a good deal on the late season vegetables." He added, helping Six sort and store the food.
"So now we're just waiting on Locks." Pretz added. "She probably wanted to get in a few rounds of flying before we commit to a trip."
"You can rest easy now, my friends." A blond pegasus called out as she entered the wagon. "I saw a few updrafts off the coast, and I wanted to try one. Did you know that from a high enough altitude, you can see the coasts of Percheron and Caballo from here?"
"Really? That's an hour away by Zeppelin." Six commented. "I can't imagine how long it would take to fly there on your own power."
Clear Thought drew her tarot deck from her mane and untied the ribbon that held the cards together. "Now that the gang's all here, let's find out where we should head next." The other Cabaret members gathered closer as she began shuffling.
(That's odd) Bad thought to himself as a felt a familiar tingle in his head. He rubbed his chin. (There would be a seven of each suit, and one in the Major Arcana. Ah, I feel them now, but what's that sixth pull?) After Clears' preparation, he noticed one of the pulls coming from the top card.
Clear picked up the top card and turned it over, though Bad Apple perceived the action in slow motion. "What? Seriously?" He squeaked.
"Do you not like it, Uncle?" Clear thought asked, as the others turned to his sudden outburst.
"I think Fortunas' bucking with me-us." He answered. He reached over and picked up the card.
"I don't see why we can't visit." Blank added. "The countries' open again, and you've seen the posters all over town. She's having some kind of brouhaha. We should drop in."
"All in favor of going to Trotsylvania?" Clear proposed. Bad Apple was lost in thought as a chorus of 'Aye's sounded out.
(We've always cherished our time together.) Bad pondered as he stared at the card. (So why am I reluctant this time?) The image of Luna, offered no answers.
When originally built, Luna's castle was an architectural marvel, compared to Celestias' old Etrotscan palace. Time and technology had advanced to the point where the palace was part of a much larger complex that dwarfed Lunas' castle. Rather than try to compete, Luna embraced this anachronistic feature, and had her city rebuilt in the likeness of 9th century fantasy.
A figure could be seen upon a north-facing balcony of one of the towers. She was dressed in a red and black diamond-patterned unitard. The mask over her face was built in the likeness of a hyena with the horns of a giraffe and a musk-ox. Each of her legs were outfitted to resemble the limbs of four different animals: tiger, ostrich, tree frog and rhinoceros. The wing-pieces were constructed to simulate one for a parrot, and the other for a butterfly. Her tail was bound in a truss and styled to resemble a lemurs'.
From her vantage point, she could see the entire city laid out below. Ponies lit the silver and brass lamps that lined the streets, creating a slowly spreading covering of light to balance against the evening darkness. Turning to look in the other direction, she could see the approaching plume of smoke from the train heading towards Nocne Mesta. (I shall be greatly joyous when the Zeppelin tower is completed.) The thought caused her to smile.
"Auntie Luna!" She turned as a pair of ponies ascended the stairway and stepped out onto the landing.
"Princess Cadenza, Prince Shining Armor," Luna greeted the pair. "What cause brings the two of you this way? We were informed that the Crystal Empire does not celebrate Nightmare Night."
"The Crystal Ponies don't, but we're working to introduce the idea to them." Cadence said. "Shining and I still recall the good times we had fright or biting."
"And besides," Shining Armor held up a pair of ticket stubs. "I thought it would be a show of goodwill if we came to your celebration."
Luna hugged her niece and nephew. "And Sister did not send the two of you?" They shook their heads. "Then this is good sooth." She circled around, examining their costumes. "And your impersonations?"
Cadance turned and posed, with Shining Armor performed a dance maneuver. Noticing Lunas' puzzled expression. Cadance blushed. "Oh, I forgot, you're not quite familiar with modern cultural trends yet." She used a hoof to fluff her mane. "We're dressed as the 970s."
"Ah. How they clothed themselves in that decade," Luna grinned. "I may have seen some of the depictions. And it is the distinctive feature that the sleeves be spread out over your hooves."
Shining chuckled. "Well, that created a kind of urban legend, that the flair indicated the size of their-"
"Libido." Cadance quickly interrupted.
"Feh." Luna waved a hoof. "Prince Armor wields his Zweihoofer with great skill and zest. Tis only those with daggers that would feel the need to bluff and bluster."
The pair blushed. After a moment, Shining Armor coughed into his hoof. "Anyways, tell us about your costume, Auntie."
"Oh yes." Cadance added. "You look like a Draconequus, but I thought Discord was the only one."
Luna smiled. "You have heard of the Lady Fortuna." They nodded. "She who uses subtle chaos to influence the outcome of events. Her domain not only includes what we term as 'Luck,' but Prophecy as well."
"Funny, I always thought she was a pony." Shining Armor said. "That's how she's always shown anyways."
"She is content to let others think of her as such." Luna said. "Celestia and I know her true nature, and we are content to let her do as she will. Unlike Dissy," Cadance giggled at the nickname. "Fortuna does not seek to spread misery."
"Fascinating." Shining Armor stated. "I'm sure we'll see more such costumes as the night goes on."
"Indeed." Cadance added. "I've already seen a selection of Canterlot Palace staff dressed as the Power Ponies."
"I should very much like to witness that," Luna said. "Come, let us commence this spectacle." She headed down the stairs. Shining Armor and Cadance followed.
Gilda and Trixie watched the forest thin out as their train ascended the path up the plateau. "So what should I expect when we arrive?" Gilda asked.
Trixie levitated a slightly worn pamphlet, and read through it. "From what I've read, Things are set up to be a mishmash of Pre-9th century styles: Small cafes, independant stores for various goods, gaslamp lit streets, a bazaar, and architectural styles that our grandparents would call 'old-fashioned.'"
Gilda lightly raked a talon through the strands of Trixies' tail, "I thought you might know, since you know, this is your-our, homeland."
"I've never been here before, so I'm just as in the dark as you, but we will learn together." Trixie leaned back into the griffons' side. "Even the trees in the forest back there, are new."
"Yeah, I noticed that they're not very tall. I thought that was weird. Shouldn't there be big ol' trees that are over a thousand years old?" Gilda peered out the window, scanning the grassy hills that the train chugged among.
"They might have chopped those down for lumber," Trixie said. "But when the trees have finished growing, our grandfoals will play beneath the shady canopy that this land was known for."
Gilda warbled softly. "Yeah, once we get the money together, and get a donor, we'll set up a homestead out here. I think the City might be expensive, but a nice little place out in the country will do."
"Wouldn't you miss the Schwarzwald?"
"Nah, It's a nice place, but I don't feel like it's my home. Y'know? It was just a place to hang out." Gilda pointed a claw at the distant mountains. "But that, that reminds me of the Kingdom. Maybe we can make an aerie there."
"What, in the Clopathians?" Trixie thought for a moment. "Maybe at the base, or within easy reach of one of the villages. I don't particularly relish climbing up and down every time I want to wander."
"Good point," Gilda replied. "I'll keep that in mind." She combed her talons through Trixies' mane, eliciting a nicker of contentment.
A short time later, the train came to a stop at the 5th terrace depot of Nocne Mesta. The first class passengers were debarked first, then some were transfered onto a tram driven by a smaller scale steam engine. Business class passengers were next, and a few hailed passing pulled carriages. Gilda and Trixie exited along with the rest of the Coach class passengers, after a short wait. As the crowd dispersed, one of the first class passengers re-boarded the train and headed to the one remaining closed door of the first class car. "My Queen, the ponies have cleared enough for your safety."
The door slid open slowly, revealing a frail changeling reclining in a wheelchair. "Thank you, Lamella." She said in a raspy whisper. "I must feed soon."
Lamella helped the queen disembark, then guided her into one of the depot restrooms. After locking the door, she dropped her disguise. The swell of her abdomen hinted at the amount of emotional energy that she held in reserve. Carefully flexing certain internal muscles, she was able to draw some of the energy-laden fluid from her gut to her mouth. Once her mouth was full, Lamella pressed her lips to the queens,' who then swallowed it. Repeating the process twice more, Lamella drew back, her belly having shrunk down noticeably. "How do you feel, my queen?"
"I'm not shaking like a startled spider, anymore." She replied, her voice louder and deeper. "But I think I still need this chair." She said, checking her reflection in the mirror. "And the Moon Princess will at least recognize me now." She swept aside a few strands of her teal mane.
Lamella slurped back the amaranth-pink honey that had dribbled out during the feeding. "Do you have enough for a disguise?"
"I don't need one." Chrysalis said with a smirk. "The ponies will be wearing disguises, and expecting that everyone they meet will be disguised as well."
"A brilliant plan, my Queen," Lamella bowed. "Hiding in plain sight."
Chrysalis chuckled. "I've seen the idea used in some pony literature." She gestured. "But enough talk. This chair won't push itself."
With a flash of faefire, Lamella resumed her disguise, unlocked the door and pushed the chair out into the lobby where they mingled with the rest of the crowds.
Other visitors arrived via a riverboat that docked a short distance from the city gate, or through the portal that linked the city with Canterlot. Ponies, donkeys, griffs, dogs and others mingled as they meandered through the city, checking out the various shops that were open that night. Some were getting last-minute costumes, others were browsing some of the local wares. The majority were getting organized into the line for the castle gate, with patrolling solders keeping things in order.
"It's wonderful to see so many kin walking freely, proud of who they are," Clear Thought remarked to the cabaret that trotted alongside her..
"It must be a wonderful feeling to be back in your native land," Pretz added. "I know I enjoyed it whenever the Cabaret passed through Kleinpferd."
"I just wish Blank could share in my enthusiasm." Clear Thought said with a sigh.
"C.T., just because I don't get all squealy about it, doesn't mean I don't love it," Blank protested. "Love of ones' homeland is just as important as love between ponies, right? It's just a different feeling."
"True, though sometimes it can cloud ones' judgement." Bad Apple nodded. He looked to one of the nearby cafes. "I like what she's done with the place. I wonder what the specials are?"
"Let's go in and see." Gray Pearls suggested. "Hopefully it won't be too pricey."
"We could always schedule a performance," Argent stated. "Maybe a special aerial challenge wih the pegasi." The others chuckled. "I'm serious."
The open air cafe was lit by a rim of firefly lanterns, and filled with the smell of fresh-ground coffee mingling with chocolate, cinnamon, nutmeg, and pastries. Several tables were already taken by groups, who were busy discussing their evening plans. "Looks like the place is packed." Locks commented. "Must be good for business."
Bad Apple scanned the seating area. "Maybe we could grab a couple of empty tables and-well now."
"Is something the matter, Kako?" Clear Thought noticed his odd behavior. She followed the line of his gaze, and spotted a trio of ponies seated at one of the tables. "You know them?"
Bad Apple looked to Clear Thought. "You remember me mentioning my family? I'd like to introduce you all."
While her companions were discussing some performer named 'Merry Shadow,' Toola Roola was savoring her espresso. Because of the higher concentration, the flavors tended to be pronounced. While the beans had a characteristic Zebrican feel, the water was from the river that had been dug from the sea to the Capital, and still had traces of salt. She had had to balance this with a few scoops of sugar. (And matched with a cherry turnover.) She mused, reaching to pick up the pastry.
The hum of conversation from other tables, along with the arrangement of lights gave her a feeling of peace and contentment. The flavors of tart cherries, sweet syrup, and baked dough mingled together in a delightful way as she chewed. (Now if there was a spinet and viola duet, this would be perfect.)
"Yo, P.D." She heard Starsong hiss. She looked to her friend. "We got company." The pegasus gestured to an approaching group.
"Having a pleasant evening?" A familiar-looking stallion asked with a grin.
Toola swallowed the bite of pastry, then extended a leg. "It has been lovely so far, Dear Uncle." Bad Apple moved in for a light embrace, then they touched cheeks. "Come, sit, and tell us of your travels." She and Starsong moved closer to Cheerilee, making room at the table.
Bad Apple smiled, seating himself opposite from the earth pony mare. "It's good to see you again," Cheerilee said. "To what do we owe the pleasure?"
"I've mentioned you to my companions here," He gestured to the rest of the cabaret. "And they were interested in meeting you."
"Oh yes." Pretz added. "He's told us how much he's missed you." The group filled in the available space.
"First off, this is my niece Cheerilee, currently one of the Matrons of the LaRoulette family," Bad Apple began. "And her wife, Toola Roola." He pointed out the unicorn. "And the pegasus is Concierge Starsong." Bad Apple then pointed out each member of the cabaret. "Ladies, these are my associates. Gray Pearls, Sixteen Tons, Pretzel Braids, Oiled Locks, Argentium, Clear Thought, and Blank Slate."
After the exchange of hoof and talon shakes, Clear Thought spoke. "It would be an honor if you were to dance with me, cousins."
While Toola was eager to participate, Cheerilee blushed. "I suppose I could, but it feels silly without the right music."
"I gotcha covered." Starsong offered. "Just go out there and cut loose."
Toola and Clear coaxed Cheerilee over to an open space, while the rest of the group moved to a better viewing position. "This should be interesting," Argentium said.
With Starsong providing a lively tune on her harmonica, the three began their dance. Clear Thought displayed the traditional dance that her clan had taught her, but Cheerilees' performance was more suited for nightclubs. Toola Roola allowed the music to inspire her movements, improvising and refining her dance. After a few minutes, Starsong finished the tune, then the three returned to their seats.
"You are indeed skilled," Clear Thought stated. "I had a hard time keeping up."
Toola used a napkin to wipe her brow. "Merci. And you have heart as well."
Cheerilee grinned. "I bet you regret challenging an earth pony to dance."
"Not at all." Clear Thought replied. "But now, I need a drink."
"Allow me to cover you all." Toola Roola took a few bills from her bitbag. "And while we eat, let's get to know each-other."
"A great idea." Bad Apple said. "Then afterwards, we can go to the Castle."
"This is an awesome spread she's got here." Gilda indicated the various buffet tables laden with platters of appetizers and bowls of punch. "Kinda reminds me of all those dignitary lunches my dad used to drag me and Arge to."
"While our host has provided plenty of food, don't forget there are other guests." Trixie replied, adding a few bone-shaped crackers to a plate already laden with appetizers of all types.
Gilda gave her a grin. "Relax, there's stuff just for griffons." She picked out a couple of meatballs with pimento-stuffed olives half embedded inside. The label in front of the tray read 'Monster Eyes.'
Trixie stepped away from the table, and looked around. "We might have some competition in the costume contest."
"Hmm? How so?" Gilda looked to the unicorn. "Someone else going as Aziot and Daring Do?"
"That's Ahuizotl," She replied. "And no. I just saw somepony wearing a very realistic 'Queen Chrysalis' costume."
"Getting cold hooves about participating?" Gilda teased.
"Of course not." Trixie snorted. "Trixie will just have to step-up her game, is all."
"Pardon me." A voice called. Trixie and Gilda turned to see a mid-sized Diamond Dog with reddish-black fur, addressing them. "The Princess has been expecting the two of you. Please follow me."
"Us?" Trixie balked for a moment. "Trixie thinks there's been a mistake. We're not."
"Trixie and Gilda Lulamoon?" the Dog retorted. "My apologies then. I must've been fooled by your elaborate costumes."
"Wait what?" Gildas' feathers fluffed out. "She specifically asked to see us?"
That's correct." The Dog replied. As they followed the dog through the corridors, they noticed a pair of realistic looking leathery wings extending from slots in his jacket. The Dog lead them up a flight of stairs, then stopped in front of one of the rooms. He knocked, then announced the group. "Your Majesty, I have brought the Lulamoons, as you requested."
Luna opened the door and stepped out. "Thank you Chancellor Sardonyx." The Dog bowed, then took position next to the door. Luna then turned to Gilda and Trixie. "I must apologize for calling upon thee like this, but I have need of thy services."
"Our services?" Trixies and Gilda glanced to each-other, then back to Luna. "Your Majesty," Trixie began. "We left our props at home."
"Tis not a full performance that I ask of thee." Luna replied, bringing a clipboard to her hoof. "One of the ponies that I had scheduled as a Master of Ceremonies, had to cancel, due to unforeseen illness. And with one less presenter to keep the crowd entertained, I fear that the celebratory spirit may fade ere midnight."
"So you want someone to keep them pumped up." Gilda rubbed the underside of her beak. "I think I could do that."
"We, will do that." Trixie nudged the griffon. "Your Majesty, how long do you need us for?"
Luna passed them the schedule. "I will need thee to act as presenters for the events that are circled in red."
They glanced at the times and locations of the events. "We can still attend the costume judging competition." Gilda mused. "And look, one of the events's the Haunted Hedgemaze."
"I have cast an anti-flight spell over it, in anticipation of cheaters." Luna said, a smile playing across her face. "But if thou does well in thy performance, I would provide a partial map."
"The Great and Powerful Trixie needs no map." Trixie waved off the offer. "But she would gladly take up this quest for her Princess."
"I am greatly appreciative." Luna said, shaking hooves with Trixie, then receiving a talonshake from Gilda. After they left, Luna looked to Sardonyx. "Where didst thou find them?"
"In the dining hall, Your Majesty." Sardonyx replied.
"Then that is where we will go." Luna said. Sardonyx walked alongside her.
~"Page 57 shows the three plans we have for changing the price of the toll roads in the Hayneigh region." An earth pony indicated a large placard propped on an easel. ~"Plan one will encourage faster travel between the larger towns, which lowers the prices on goods by weight, but the increase in production should offset that. Plan two greatly lowers the amount of travel along the most worn roads, and will allow civic workers to make necessary repairs, without causing too much of a delay."
(Dear Sister) Celestia thought to herself. (I hope your party gets really interesting.) She glanced to the small crystal bead that had been added to her peytral. One simple tap, and the spell matrix imbued within would activate, teleporting her directly to Luna's throne room. Though it had been crafted for use if Luna needed assistance, Celestia was tempted to declare an emergency on general principles.
~"Now if you'll turn to page 58, you'll see the anticipated changes in revenue." Celestia turned the page, then began doodling a caricature of the presenter, on the back of page 57. ~"As you see here, we anticipate a general overall surplus. Though plan three for the Hayneigh region, combined with plan five for the Hoofkaido region will result in a two-year deficit, requiring Imperial funds to be spent for upkeep.
(I could teleport Discords' statue here, release him, and their first impulse would probably be to chart out how his mischief would impact their empire.)
~"Most Wise, Honorable, and Virtuous Sun Princess, do you require more tea?" Celestia glanced over to the Kirin Empress. ~"We have noticed that your resolve is wavering. Likely a result of insufficient herbal stimulation."
~"Yes, I would delight in sampling the works of your tea maidens, my most hospitable, frugal, and methodical ally."
~"Then We will declare a respite." The Empress clapped her hooves together. Ponies, Kirins, and a few short statured dragons, gathered papers back into folders and closed them, before leaving their spots. After the room had cleared out, The Empress moved closer to Celestia. ~"Where are you?"
"Hmm? ~I 'm here." Celestia motioned about the meeting hall.
~"Most of you is here," Tai Li said. She tapped her poll. ~"But this part of you is where?"
~"I was thinking about my sisters' party." Celestia replied. ~"She is holding a festival to celebrate a night dedicated to her re-enthronement."
~"Most Honorable Sun Princess." Tai Li emphasized.
Celestia sighed. ~"Also, I find these meetings to be sterile and spirit-grinding." Tai Li raised a hoof to hide her smile with the sleeve of her gown.
~"That is why It is called to order at this time of year." She explained. ~"Ceresfest is over, yet The Running of the Leaves and Hearths' Warmth Day are still to come."
~"Can we move it to an earlier time in the year? Say, the middle of Venara?"
~"That will have to be submitted to the committee, then they decide if it will be included in the plan six years from now." Tai Li motioned for Celestia to follow. ~"Come, I share ancient Uma'an secret with you." She reached into a pocket and produced a small flask shaped like a gourd. She opened the flask, took a sip then passed it to Celestia.
~"I could use a stout drink." Celestia took the flask, then tried the brew inside.
Even with the supposedly egalitarian policies governing the party, a few of the guests from Upper Canterlot managed to designate a section for themselves. One of the side corridors on the third floor, along with a few of the connecting rooms. They assigned some of their number to keep watch over the entrances to this section, and keep out undesirable ponies.
Exceptions were made for Princess Cadance and Prince Shining Armor, who, being instantly recognizable, were practically begged to join in. Castle staff were likewise unimpeded, with most being asked to bring up plates of refreshments.
When Cheerilee and Toola Roola tried to pass through to the Hall of Windows, a butterscotch-colored unicorn held out a hoof to stop them. "I'm sorry," She began. "But these rooms are taken."
"We just want to get through to the Hall of Heroes." Cheerilee said.
The unicorn glanced back over her shoulder, at the junction. "It'll still be there in the morning." She looked to the pair. "And there's plenty of activities back downstairs." She emphasized the last two words.
"This wouldn't happen to be about our accessories, would it?" Toola Roola turned and gestured to the ribbon tied around the base of her tail. The other unicorn grimaced.
"No," She drew the word out. "It's just that you don't look like the sorts that would mix well with our little group." She curled her hoof and a scroll appeared in the crook. She partially unrolled it, and displayed the Heraldic Seal within. "Ponies with power and influence, you see."
"I really didn't want to have to do this." Cheerilee said through clenched teeth. She crooked her own hoof and summoned her talismanic scroll. She gripped the end in her teeth, then unrolled it to display her own Seal.
After a moment of sputtering, the unicorn disported her scroll. "That's a very clever forgery." she sniffed.
"Is everything alright over here, Spring Lace?" Cadance asked as she approached the group. " I felt a disturbance in the Force."
"Your Highness, these peasants were trying to sneak in with a forged Honorarium." Spring Lace said, moving aside to provide room. "I mean, just look at this." She pointed to the scroll that Cheerilee held. "How gauche can a pony be?"
"May I inspect this?" Cadance asked Cheerilee. "I happen to be well versed in Heraldry." Cheerilee passed her the scroll, and Cadance unrolled it fully. "This is the Coat of Legs for the La-Roulette Family of White-tail woods. Escutcheon Ars Baroque. Quartent viren, aur, aur, viren. Ornata Bend, Losengy, Ruber et Carbo." she rerolled the scroll. "I can see where you might be suspicious. The primary association for this grouping of colors is gambling."
Spring Lace grinned smugly. "They even carry the implements of such pastimes." She gestured to the staves that Cheerilee and Toola Roola carried.
"Still, that doesn't disqualify them from having a Crest." Cadance said. "And if somepony wanted to fake a crest, there are much better color combinations to pick."
"Like you said. Associated with gambling," Cheerilee said proudly. She looked to Spring Lace. "How many of your peers play Baccarat?"
Spring Lace hmphed. "I didn't come here to be insulted."
"Soiree, ma-dame." Cheerilee curtsied.
"Allow me to escort you through." Cadance said, hooving the scroll back to Cheerilee. Spring Lace grudgingly stepped aside, then watched them pass. "Oh, and I will be telling others about your behavior." Cadance called back. Spring Lace eeped and quickly made herself scarce.
As they entered Lunas' Hall of Legends, Cadance looked to Cheerilee. "I admit, I found your little retort amusing. She may have thought you were apologizing, but I know my Auntie Luna enough to recognize the inflection and speaking tempo."
"Thank you, for helping us out back there." Toola said. "We're still new to this whole Nobility thing."
"It's a nasty cut-throat business." Cadance replied. "And I don't blame my sister-in-law for wanting out."
"But our friend Rarity wants in," Toola said with a shrug.
"She'd get tired of it rather quickly," Cadance said. "The Solar Peerage is always looking to one-up each-other, or to denigrate somepony else for not being as priveledged as them. Fortunately, the Lunar and Crystaline Peerages are much better behaved."
"Could be because they don't have centuries of clout yet." Toola said.
"Then we'll need a way to keep them in line." Cadance replied. "I heard there used to be an organization of ponies who skirted the law, but with the intent of helping the less fortunate."
"Cheval L'Honneur." Toola replied.
They stopped in front of the single stained glass window in the hallway. "Sooo," Cadance began. "This is your window." She studied it.
"Yes, your Highness." Cheerilee replied. "I was surprised that we got one. I suppose that we are heroes."
Cadance turned and bowed before the pair. "If what I heard is true, then you are greater than I am." Toola and Cheerilee blushed.
"Please, we're just simple landowners," Toola replied. Cadance rose. "We're not looking for status and prestige among the Peerages."
"I know." Cadance replied with a wink. "You act in opposition to their excesses. The Order of Fortuna, I believe it's called."
"Will that be listed in the big book?" Cheerilee asked.
Cadance nodded. "Aunt Luna made the charter, and as the first inductees, you two and Starsong, are merely the start of the 7th Way. I'm a knight in high standing of the other six, and I hope to follow in your hoofsteps."
"We will see, Your Highness." Cheerilee said. "We're still not sure what she intends for us to do."
"I insist I can walk just fine," Gray Pearls protested as Six lifted the unicorn onto his back. "You don't need to strain yourself."
"Ain't no trouble at all." Six replied as he eased into a mild trot. "'Sides, you deserve a little break occasionally." Ponies hurried to move out of the stallions way as he trotted along the street. Starsong hovered nearby, following the two.
"Bah, you're in too much of a hurry to get there," Gray griped. "When you get to my age, you learn to appreciate the trip." He flicked his hoof idly. "Foals nowadays."
"Well just consider me a big foal, gramps." Six retorted. "And I don't see you attempting to get down."
Gray Pearls snorted. "You'll also learn to appreciate the little comforts that you can get." Six chuckled.
"Hey, check this out," Starsong gestured to a large wooden signboard that listed the attractions. "They've got a spider toss, rat rings, pumpkin popper, bone bowling, frog bog, candy count, and bat catch."
"Hyped up carny games." Gray said. "Everypony knows they're all rigged. There's a reason I haven't added them to the Cabaret."
"Maybe we could volunteer ya for the dunk tank." Six looked to Gray.
"See how he treats me." Gray said to Starsong. "I took him into my home, and this is the thanks I get."
"If it were my family, he'd be put to work as a janitor in the bathhouse," Starsong replied. "Then if he did well there, he could move up to cabana colt."
Gray Pearls chuckled. "Hear that Six? Cabana colt."
"At least I wouldn't have to lift weights for a living," He flexed. "Just have to look good for the customers."
"And bring them drinks." Starsong added. "Speaking of which, there's a booth with Spider Cider." She pointed.
"Probably bottom of the barrel sludge at 300% markup." Gray snorted.
"Watch out," Six said. "Granny Pearl's getting mad."
"Granny Pearl?" Gray huffed. "That's it! Sixteen Tons, you're fired."
"Good, cause I'm tired of the circus life anyways." He retorted.
"Seriously?" Starsong looked at the pair. "I suppose I can get you a good gig at the Chateau."
"If I'm fired, who's gonna pull the wagons?" Six grinned to Gray.
Gray looked to Starsong. "Know anypony who's strong enough for the job?"
Starsong grinned. "I can look around for some stallions and jacks."
"Go for the jacks." Six snickered. "You always were an ass stallion."
"I just got rid of one useless ass, why would I want to burden myself with more?" Gray poked the top of Sixes' head.
"I don't recall you ever having a donkey in the Cabaret," Six teased.
"I'll need some new acts as well." Gray told Starsong.
"Sure, what should I look for?"
"Well, First, I need a weightlifter. Preferably one who can lift a block of metal as big as they are."
"I know a pony who can crack that block. But You'd have to negotiate with my uncle." Starsong replied.
"This one will do nicely." Gray tapped Sixes' neck. "He's hired."
"Are you pranking me?" Starsong snorted.
"Relax, he does this a lot. I've lost count of how many times I've been fired." Six chuckled.
Lamella looked down to the unconscious pony that was sprawled out next to her. A few conveniently placed glass bottles would give investigators the impression that the pony had gotten drunk and passed out. She disguised herself, left the alley and headed for the ramp to the next terrace up. (I really wish that My Queen had more subjects to help with the harvest.)
Ponies were much easier to siphon from when they had their passions raised. While Changelings were most familiar with romantic love, other types could be used if necessary. She focused for a moment, then felt out the local emotional currents. Her sight showed a misty haze which coalesced around others. The colors indicated the type of emotions one was experiencing, opacity was how intense the emotion was, and strands between others showed the strength of their bonds.
Yellow was rather abundant, but she didn't like the taste of fear. Many greens and blues were around, but she needed a particular hue. Off to the side from the main road, she spotted a pair of ponies with a strong cerulean aura. (Perfect) She licked her lips while creeping closer
"I still don't get a lot of things about this culture," Blank said to his companion. "You willingly expose yourseves to the things that frighten you. And for what? That little rush of adrenaline? That's part of your self-preservation instinct. You shouldn't waste that."
Clear Thought gave a light laugh. "I suppose it's because we're so far removed from the times when we truly needed it, that we miss it." She shifted her walk, to roll her hoof from frog to nail, silencing her steps. "The things that can harm us are largely confined to certain areas. The wild places of the world. Places like The Badlands."
"So you make up new monsters?"
"It helps to remind us that we're not the immortal masters of the world." Clear Thought said, pausing in front of a lamppost.
"Nope, Just Celestia and Luna." Blank smirked. "And what's her name, The pink one."
"You mean Princess Cadance?"
Hissss
"Blank!" Clear Thought snapped.
"What?" Blank Slate looked to the mare. "I heard you."
"You hissed when I mentioned her name."
Blank Slate nuzzled Clear Thought. "I thought that was you. I mean I respect a pony who could stay awake for a few days, until she ensured her kingdoms' safety." He sniffed along her neck, taking in her scent. (That's odd, why does she smell so enticing?) Blank mused over a sweet scent that stirred something in his memories.
Clear Thought stumbled a bit. " I think the punch had a little extra kick. I feel dizzy." She slumped against him. Blank Slate eased her onto a nearby bench.
"C.T.? Do you need a-Honeypot!"
Clear managed a small chuckle. "A doctor maybe." She reclined on the bench. "Should be, a clinic, near the ramp."
Blank Slate focused his senses. "No, A honeypot is what we call those who gorge themselves on energy." he sniffed again. "They excude this scent, that alerts other fae that they're carrying excess nectar."
"Oh," Clear Thought replied. "What's nectar?"
"It's a fluid that's saturated with stolen energy." Blank stated firmly. His gaze settled on Lamella. "And Honeypots usually indicate the presence of Unseelie fae." Lamella shifted her guise to bring out her wings, then took to the air. "Clear Thought, wait here." He dropped his cover then took off after the other changeling.
"But." Clear reached out to grab him, but Blank was too quick. "Blank, come back!"
(Notgoodnotgood.) Lamella headed for the castle. (Gotta warn the Queen.) Though she had a brief head start over him, the extra weight she was carrying allowed him to steadily close the gap. Veering off in different directions helped somewhat, as changeling wings allowed for quick changes of direction at the cost of speed.
In his attempts to play catch-up, Blank ignored the attention he was getting from the crowd below. He saw the other changeling alight at one of the windows to Lunas' castle, and followed in pursuit. There was a noticeable lack of other ponies around, allowing Lamella to quickly reach her destination. Blank paused long enough to see which room she entered. "Gotcha." Blank said triumphantly as he landed at the doorway. He strode into the room, approaching the panting changling. "Now, Where is your Queen."
"I'm right behind you." He heard a voice called.
Blank whirled around. "What? No!" Chrysalis slowly stepped closer. Her wings were fluttering rapidly, but she remained groundbound.
hmmmmmmm
"Now, tell me why you're after my loyal servant." Chrysalis demanded.
hmmmmmmm
"She was draining a mare that I, that I." (Don't look at her.) Something about the sound of the queens' wings that interrupted Blanks' thoughts. "The mare who was with me..."
hmmmmmmm
"Oh, she was poaching your prey?" Chrysalis tried to look Blank in the eye, but he kept averting his gaze. "Why do you look away?"
hmmmmmmm
"She is...You are.." Blank Slate. The mares' name was just on the tip of his tongue, iif he could just spit it out.(Gotta, get away.)
hmmmmmmm
"Use your words, grub." Chrysalis stretched her legs in an attempt to loom over Blank Slate. "I am what?"
hmmmmmmm
"The Queen." Lamella stated.
hmmmmmmm
"...The Queen." Blank repeated.
hmmmmmmm
"Now why were you after my servant?" Chrysalis placed a hoof on Blanks' muzzle, and turned his head to face her.
hmmmmmmm
"Honeypot." Blank intoned.
hmmmmmmm
"And you want nectar?" Chrysalis grinned. "Do you even deserve it?"
hmmmmmmm
Queen Chrysalis' irises were a bright aquamarine, with vertically slit pupils, and rimmed with pale green sclera. (And they're looking at me.) Blank thought. (Queen Chrysalis is looking at me, and she's not angry. She's not screaming, not shouting. She's looking at me, and smiling.)
hmmmmmmm
"I am a, good changeling?" (No! You left, you quit.) "I'm sorry I ran away."
hmmmmmmm
"You were lost and alone." The Queen replied. "I'll forgive your actions, now that you have returned to me."
hmmmmmmm
"Not alone," Blank said through clenched teeth. "I, have, friends."
hmmmmmmm
Queen Chrysalis stroked Blank Slates' muzzle. "Yes, you do. You have Lamella and you have me. Soon there will be more friends." She withdrew her hoof. "But I have need of you now."
hmmmmmmm
"What would you ask of me, my Queen?" Blank wondered.
Queen Chrysalis stilled her wings, then levitated a scroll from the table. "I need you to deliver this letter to Princess Luna."
"I will not fail you." Blank took the letter and tucked it into a gap in his carapace.
"Lamella, allow him some nectar."
"Yes, My Queen." She moved over to Blank Slate then dropped her disguise. The pair embraced and pressed their lips together. Lamella disgorged a small amount of nectar, which Blank Slate eagerly slurped.
"Huh, wonder what that's all about?" Locks watched as a flight of Night Guards pursued the changelings.
"Dunno, but it's not our business," Argentum replied. "Lets just head over to the theatre and wait for the show."
"Maybe it'll give us some ideas for new routines," Pretz said as she lead the group towards the theatre. "
Inside, they encountered a griffon and pony couple. "Well squawk me flying." The other griffon said. "Fancy seeing you here, little Kiwi."
Argentum reared up and flared his wings. "Don't call me that, Trinket!" He lunged for Gilda, raising his talons. She swiftly jumped to one side, avoiding the strike, and kicking at his side. Argentum winced as the claws scraped along his hide, then turned for another strike. Gilda countered with her own swing, and they locked talons together.
"Arge, stop it!" Pretz pleaded, Argentum ignored her, snapping his beak at Gilda, while she flailed her wings against him. The two attempted to push and overpower the other, kicking, snapping, and wrestling. While Gildas' hindclaws were too blunt to do more than rake Argentums' exposed belly, her costume provided some protection against his.
Trixie manifested a blue aura around Argentum, restricting his movements. "Too chicken to fight your own battles, now?"
Locks charged at Trixie distracting her long enough to interrupt the spell. Gilda jumped back from her brother, and took a swing at the pegasus. Locks winced as the talons caught on a few of her feathers, tearing them out. "You're one to talk. Starting your own harem down here, Kiwi?" Gilda taunted. Argentum snarled and slammed a talon into Gildas' belly, ripping through the costume piece. "Hey, that cost 200 Bits, chump!"
"N.M.P.D.!" They heard a pony call out. All five slowly looked over at the crowd that had gathered. Five uniformed ponies calmly walked up to the group. "Lay down and put your hooves and talons on your heads.
Once they had compliance, the police proceeded to manacle the group. Witness statements were taken, which resulted in Pretz being released. The other four were lead outside, and each loaded into a cart, to be transported to the jail.
Gilda saw the look of disappointment that Trixie had. (We really squawked up this time.) She thought.
(I hope this doesn't get us kicked out.) Argent thought, as Locks avoided eye contact with him.
The hallways of the castle were narrow but tall, and the decorative tapestries provided a colorful contrast to the dark stone and timber architecture. Bad had to be more mindful of the space around him, since the guests and staff needed to get from place to place. After finding that certain sections were barred to guests, and staff had their own identification, He opted to wander around.
Near one of the passageways that connected to one of the outer towers, he heard a group approaching. He slipped under a nearby table that was tucked into an alcove, and waited. The voices approached, and he could make out different speakers. Though he didn't understand the words, he recognized Lunas' distinct tone, and there was a dog-like quality to one of of the other speakers' voices. The group came around a corner and passed by the table. (That's weird.) He watched as four mismatched legs passed by, followed by a pair belonging to a dog, and quads for each pony.
He crept out then followed along behind the group, keeping a slight distance. With his view unobstructed, he saw that the mismatched legs were part of Lunas' costume. (Note to self, ask her about it later.) He didn't recognize the other ponies, or the Diamond Dog. He did however, recognize the armor on the ponies that were approaching from the other direction.
"~Your Majesty, we have a report of changelings in the castle." The lead guard said while saluting.
"~Thank you, Captain." Luna returned the salute. Two unicorn soldiers approached, then cast a spell. A brief burst of reddish-gold magic washed over the group.
"That one." One of the unicorns pointed at Bad Apple. Luna turned to look, and gasped upon seeing him. She also noticed the fading emerald aura around him.
"DOST THOU THINK THAT THY PRANK IS IN ANY WAY AMUSING?!" She levitated him and manifested opaque rings of crimson light, binding his legs together.
"No, I was hoping to amuse you in another manner," Bad Apple replied. "But I can explain."
Both the aura and light rings faded, allowing Bad Apple to fall on the floor. He scrambled to his hooves. "Yes, you shall." Luna replied. "Destrier Star Current, detain him for questioning."
"Your Majesty?" The Destrier hesitated.
"He has only a fae enchantment." Luna replied. "The dispelling rings would have nullified any glamour of disguise, if he was a changeling." The Destrier saluted then placed manacles around one of Bads' front hooves, and opposite side rear hooves, hobbling him.
"You Highness." A staff pony approached. "The guests on the third floor are unhappy with Princess Cadences' behavior." He paused and fidgeted as one of the unicorns cast a scanning spell on him.
"Why does this merit Our involvement?" Luna looked to the servant. "Princess Cadence is the ruler of a Protectorate. She is not a giggling filly who needs adult guidance."
"Your Majesty." A uniformed pony approached. "I'm sorry to report that the Lulamoons are in custody, following a minor dispute." He ignored the unicorn and their scanning spell.
Luna rubbed around the base of her horn. "What was the nature of the dispute?"
"They engaged in a fight with another griffon, and a pegasus," The officer replied. "One of the bystanders volunteered to cover their positions."
"We thank you for letting Us know." Luna waved the officer away. She turned to the servant, but stopped as she heard somepony approaching from the other end of the corridor. Both the guards and the officer drew their weapons.
"Halt right there!" The Captain called. Luna saw an undisguised changeling approaching. The slow steady gait did not change, even with a repeated call to stop. The guards rushed the changeling, and tackled him. The changeling struggled to get free, until one of the guards slammed a hoof on the back of his head, stunning him.
The guards backed up as Luna approached. "Thou art quite bold to approach so openly." She looked down at the 'ling. "To what do I owe thy presence?"
"Your Majesty, we found this under his carapace." One of the guards hooved over a scroll.
Luna broke the seal, unrolled it, then read the letter within. Once finished, she crumpled it up. "Never one to hold back, are you, Fortuna?" She muttered.
"Something wrong, my Dear." Bad Apple gave a look of concern.
Luna took a small glass bead from a pocket. "All I must do is break this, and Celestia will arrive. We may then split up the tasks that need tending to." She raised the hoof. "But you, you are a gambling stallion."
"Guilty as charged," Bad Apple grinned. "But why is that relevant?"
"Do you fancy yourself the kind of pony who could outwit Fortuna herself?" Luna grinned as well.
"I'd never make that claim," Bad answered.
"Catch." She tossed the bead in his direction. Bad Apple dove, his free front hoof outstretched.
The bead bounced off of Bad Apples' frog, then began a smaller arc over his shoulder. He shifted his body to catch it. It landed between his thigh and his side, then slid to the floor.
"Well, it's not broken," He remarked. He looked up to Luna. "I know you can take care of all this. I believe in you."
Luna laughed lightly. "Well spoken, my faithful knight. Destrier, release him and take the changeling into custody." The guard complied, then lead Blank towards the stairs that lead to the castle basement. Luna looked to the servant. "I require Princess Cadance and Prince Armor to accompany me immediately."
"Yes My lady." The servant cantered to the staircase leading up.
"Constable, relay to the Lulamoons that I will have a meeting with them at midday tomorrow."
"Yes your Majesty." The officer saluted before leaving.
"Chancellor Sardonyx, I require my blade."
"At once, Princess." The Diamond Dog ran up the stairway.
"Atta girl." Bad Apple cheered. He picked up the bead and brought it to her. "May I ask what the note is about?"
Luna took the bead and pocketed it. "Chrysalis wants to negotiate for territory. Though she was repelled from Canterlot, she never issued any declaration to end the war."
"So she's still considered hostile," The captain replied as the guards drew their weapons.
"Sounds like dangerous work. I better sit this one out." Bad began backing up, but was caught in a dark blue aura.
"What is the nature of your Fae enchantment?" Luna lifted him up.
"A little gift from the Gwyheddion Breuddwyd."
"I will expect a detailed explanation later." Luna lowered him again. "For now though, you should proceed to the main dining hall. A few of your friends are there, and I'm sure your presence will be most welcome."
"Alright, I hope to have your company later." Bad replied.
In contrast to the corridors, the dining hall was a large hallway with a few rows of buffet tables along the middle. Round tables were placed along the left and right areas of the hall, providing places to sit and eat. Bad Apple helped himself to some of the delicacies, before looking around.
"Hey, there he is!" He looked over to see a pony waving him to a table. "Good to see you again, Constable Pome."
"Drupe Cluster, I almost didn't recognize you in this light." Bad replied with a smile. "And the rest of the gang." He looked to the others at the table.
"I admit it, I was wrong about the cider," Gray Pearls said as he lowered his mug. "Definitely not foals' stuff."
"So, you two wanna check out the castle now?" Starsong folded up a map.
"Yeah, I think we should see what all they have there," Six said. "Though we should bring up the rest of the gang."
"Well, there's not much below the 7th terrace." Gray said. "Unless one of them decided to go sightseeing around a bunch of old ruins."
The three ponies made their way to the castle. Two terraces up they found Clear Thought shuffling towards the clinic. "Greetings, Clear." Six greeted. "Everything alright?"
"A changeling fed on me earlier." Clear replied, wobbling slightly. "Blank chased her off, but he hasn't returned yet."
Six hefted Clear Thought onto his back, then entered the clinic. Starsong and Gray followed. "How may we be of assistance?" The receptionist inquired as they entered.
"Ya got something for victims of changelings?" Six indicated the mare on his back.
"We can treat that, but we'll need to file a report with the Police," The receptionist replied. "Please fill this out and I'll alert the nurses on staff." She passed Six a clipboard with a document and a pen attached then motioned to a collection of benches to one side of the lobby, before heading down a hallway.
"Gray, can ya help me out here?" Six passed him the clipboard. "I don't know some of this personal stuff."
Clear Thought managed to take the clipboard, with a cream-colored aura. "Allow me, I just need somepony to go find Blank Slate."
"A white unicorn? I'll keep an eye out," Starsong volunteered.
"Wait," Clear Thought called, but Starsong rushed out the door. "Why does nopony listen to me." She grumbled.
"Aunt Luna, You wanted to see us?" Cadance and Shining Armor approached Luna and her guards.
"Indeed. Twould seem that we have a pest problem," She passed them the note as the group headed upstairs. Cadance and Shining quickly read through the note as they followed.
"She can't be serious." Cadance said with disgust. "After what she did? Doesn't she know that you're less forgiving than Celestia?"
"We shall have to demonstrate that to her," Luna replied, as they approached the corridor. "Certain conditions must be met before she earns my good graces."
"And what would those conditions be?" They heard a familiar voice coming from around the corner. Luna drew her sword from the scabbard on her back, wielding it with a magic aura.
"You have some nerve coming here after what you've done." Shining Armor snorted as a long-legged changeling slunk around the corner. Both he and Cadance lit their horns.
Luna quickly placed the blade to Chrysalis' neck. "This time you have not the reserve of magic nor followers."
Chrysalis chuckled, stroking the blade with a hoof. "Silver coated iron. I think it suits you." She lowered her hoof and frowned. "I come to you in the hopes of making a compact, and you stand ready to destroy me." She gestured to Cadance and Shining Armor. "And when did vengeance become a pony virtue?"
"You left me to die in a cave, beguiled my husband, invaded Canterlot, almost depowered the Element Bearers, assaulted my aunt, escaped justice and you have the audacity to chide me for vengeance?!"
"I had my power, status and lands taken away, almost all of my subjects abandoned me, and you think I escaped justice?!" Cadance and Chrysalis glared at each-other.
"Hold, thou Unseelie," Luna approached. "Equestrian Law would have been more merciful than the power-mongering of thy fellow Court." She withdrew her blade. "Thou art not in a position to make threats nor demands." Cadance snorted and turned away.
"Tell me, Princess." Chrysalis looked to Cadance. "Now that the tables are turned, would you leave me to die of starvation?"
Shining Armor drew his own sword and approached Chrysalis. "You haven't changed one bit, monster."
"And you intend to mercy-kill me?" Chrysalis grinned at him. "All I ask for is food and shelter."
"Then stop this torment," Shining growled.
"But I thought this was a night to celebrate and appreciate monsters," Chrysalis taunted. "Or is it only the honey-coated ones that get a pass?"
Luna slammed her sword in the floor in front of Chrysalis, embedding it in the stone. "If thou wants favor, thou must show thyself as worthy. Thou hast offered me nothing in exchange for thy requests."
"I was hoping to appeal to your kindness, Luna." Chrysalis slowly stood up. "But I see that this was a mistake."
"Thou darest invoke one of the Elements of Harmony," Luna approached. "Thou twisted the idea of Honesty to make us seemest as base as thou." She loomed over the changeling. "The Pony way is to trust, and give without expectation of reciprocation." She removed her headpiece. "Yes, Honey coated scares are given a pass. We may wear masks on this night, but without intention of deceiving and stealing from each-other, which is why Seelie Fir Dharrig are welcome. Guards, take this one into custody."
"I'll do it." Cadance turned and approached. She surrounded Chrysalis with a blue aura. Parts of the aura flashed to pink as it washed over the changeling. Cadance took a set of manacles from a guard and applied them to Chrysalis' front hooves. Once finished, she set the Queen down. "I place you under arrest, for heresy."
"Yes, I suppose that trying to undermine your sense of self, would constitute an affront to your Harmonic values."
Luna pulled her blade from the floor and twirled it to point at the changeling. "We protect the sanctity and safety of the herd, from threats both without and within. The Office of the Cult-Finder General has thee listed as their top Being of Interest, since Discord is encased in stone, both Sombra and Si'Mu'Ze are dead and their souls banished to Tartaros, and Any Random is serving time in custody for attempting to overthrow Ourself and Our sister. And while thou mayest balk at our 'tender mercies,' Thy fellow Unseelie have taken everything they could from thee. Thou may adhere to the Escheat, but the Seelie court would end thee without hesitation."
"You'll have your food and shelter." Cadance added. "But nopony said that you would be allowed to enjoy it."
"You would have done well as one of the Fae." Chrysalis muttered as the guards lead her to the dungeon.
"Girls, wait up." Cheerilee and Toola looked behind them to see Starsong approaching.
"Stars, whats up? Where's the Cabaret?" Cheerilee asked. "You were supposed to be showing them around."
"Well, I just couldn't stop thinking about you two." She nuzzled up to Cheerilee.
Cheerilee gently pushed her back. "Stars, not in public."
"Aww, ok," Starsong turned, and began leading them along the main road of the First Terrace. "Hey, wanna try the hedgemaze?"
"We were heading there anyways." Toola replied.
"Good, because I wanna-" She was suddenly tackled by another pegasus who looked exactly like her.
"Hooves off my crew!" The second Starsong snapped.
"What is this?" Toola sputtered. "Two of you?"
"She's a changeling." The second Starsong replied. The first shoved her aside.
"I think you're the changeling." She retorted. "What's the idea of assaulting an innocent mare?"
"I know of a way to settle this," Cheerilee approached. "What color ribbon does Toola's father wear?"
"Yellow?" The first one replied about a moment of hesitation.
"He doesn't wear a ribbon, since he never joined a Roani tribe." The second said.
"Busted." Toola Roola singsonged as she, Cheerilee, and the second Starsong turned to face the first.
A wave of green fire washed over Lamella as she dropped her disguise and took to the air. Starsong leapt up after her and grappled onto the 'Lings hind legs."No you don't." The sudden weight caused Lamella to crash into a nearby building.
"Help, Police!" Toola shouted, alerting a few officers nearby. They hurried over and took the changeling into custody.
"You'll get nothing from me." Lamella spat."
"Don't need to." One of the officers replied. "We've got one of your buddies in custody already, and the Princess is on the hunt for your Queen."
There was a brief crackling hiss from a crystal on the guards belt, then a voice was projected. "Attention all units. Queen Chrysailis is in the custody of the Lunar Guard. I repeat, Queen Chrysalis is in the custody of the Lunar Guard." Lamella slumped, allowing herself to be dragged away.
"This totally blows," Gilda paced inside the jail cell. "Stupid Kiwi and his stupid friends."
"Who was he anyway? An ex? a rival?" Trixie looked over from one of the bedplanks.
"He's my idiot brother," Gilda scraped her talons along the floor. "Second of First, but he gets first peck at the inheritance."
"Is he your only brother?" Trixie poked at the worked stone cone that covered her horn. "Trixie may have to ask for a favor."
"Oh no," Gilda turned and pointed a talon at the unicorn. "I'm not letting him put a talon on you. You're too good for the likes of him."
Trixie blushed, then tried hiding her muzzle behind a hoof. "A question. Is Kiwi his real name? It seems odd that he'd be named after a bird in the opposite hemisphere from the Griffon Empire."
"His name's Argentum. I call him Kiwi cause he sucks at flying," Gilda climbed onto the plank above Trixie. "Compared to me, anyway."
Trixie rolled onto her back. "I wish they'd let me keep the deck of cards. We could play a game or two."
Gilda chuckled. "Yeah, it sucks, but they rarely keep you more than 24 hours, unless you've been really bad."
"Oh? You've been in jail before?"
"I told you how me an' Dash used to get drunk and pick fights a lot," Gilda let one of her front legs hang down next to the plank. "Many a morn's when I woke up in a drunk tank or a jail cell."
"So how did you keep yourself entertained?" Trixie reached over and stroked the limb.
"Mostly I was too focused on a killer headache. Some of the other lock-ups would have stories and gossip to share," Gilda looked around. "This place is rather clean compared to some of the cells I've been in. Squawk, it's cleaner than some motel rooms I've rented."
"I hope to never see these alleged rooms," Trixie said. "I could take my chances with a broken-down vardo."
"Ya take what ya can get, right Fishcake?" When she received no replied, she shifted position to look over the edge of the plank. "Listen, Trix. Ya got every right to be mad at me. I know I squawked up, but I didn't mean to drag you into this."
Trixie smiled. "If this were any other night, I would tell you off, but I bucked up as much as you did." She brushed back part of her mane. "But I know you're trying, and every time you stumble, I'll be there to catch you. You would do the same for me, of course."
"Yeah, totally," Gilda curled her front talons into a ball, and bumped it lightly against Trixies' hoof. "You and me against the world, babe."
Trixie arched an eyebrow. "The whole world, or just those parts of it that disrespect us?"
"Maybe not the whole world. I mean it's cool to have some support that we can count on." After another moment of silence, Gilda tapped her beak. "There ain't nothing to do here, and I ain't too keen on my family. let's talk about yours."
Sardonyx inspected Lunas' sword. "Will need to be straightened and resharpened."
"We apologize for misusing it in such a manner," Luna peered over the Dogs' shoulder. "But it did prove a sufficient trial of your colonys' paw-work."
Sardonyx lowered the blade and looked to her. "What is to be done with the Changelings?"
"Soon or late the rest of the swarm, if there be one, will come looking for the queen. The guards will take them into custody as they reveal themselves. Chrysalis' tribunal is to take place once Celestia returns and is sufficiently rested."
"Aunt Luna, are you almost ready?" Cadance called from outside the room. "The parade is scheduled to begin in twelve minutes."
"Has it already been three hours since dusk?" Luna retrieved her blade. "Tis true what old wise ponies say. Time gains wings when one is having fun."
Sardonyx chuckled and held the door open. "Anything I should attend to while you're out?"
Luna paused and thought for a moment. "Yes, there are tasks for you to accomplish, Chancellor. First, do you recall the caramel colored stallion who was in our presence earlier?"
"Yes, should I retrieve him from the dining hall?"
"Have him rendeveux with me at the parade grounds."
"Yes My Lady." Sardonyx bowed.
"Second, transcribe the names of every-one who hath sequestered themselves in the exclusion zone on the third floor."
Cadance managed a small giggle. "Taking names and kicking flanks."
Luna stepped out the doorway. "My dear niece, I prefer to call it 'Corrective Discipline.' Sister will relish the opportunity to scrutinize their Honorariums for possible misconduct."
"Sometimes ponies need a little 'tough love,'" Cadance replied.
"Aye, but let that pass." Luna and Cadance followed the corridors and stairs to the courtyard.
A few blocks from the Theatre, Pretz noticed Starsong, Cheerilee and Toola Roola coming down a ramp. "Hey!" She called as she broke into a fast trot. "We've got a problem."
"A lot of problems are coming up tonight." Cheerilee replied. She motioned Pretz over. "Clear's been attacked by a changeling. Six and Gray are with her at the clinic, Bank Slate ran off, and Udan's missing. Where are Argentum and Oiled Locks?"
"They're in jail." Pretz replied as she joined them. "They got in a fight with another griffon and a unicorn. I think they were Roani, they had ribbons."
Toola sighed and began walking along the main road. "Let's just get to the clinic and you can explain there."
The trip only took a couple of minutes. They entered and found Gray and Six seated in the small lobby. "There's bad news and worse news," Starsong said as her group came over.
"No good news?" Six looked over. "Well, besides Clear being treated."
"Arge and Locks are in jail for fighting," Pretz blurted out.
"What?" Gray pearls walked over to Pretz. "Who and why?"
"Another griffon, and her unicorn friend. The hen taunted Argie, I think she might have been an ex or something."
"Arge, I can understand," Six rubbed the back of his neck. "That old 'Griffon pride' thing. But Oiled Locks?"
"She tried to defend him," Pretz said. "What happened with Clear?"
"She was fed on by a Changeling." Starsong replied. "Found another one attempting to do the same with my Posse here." She indicated Cheerilee and Toola.
"Tell her about the police report." Cheerilee nudged.
"Yeah, as the police were booking the bug, the word came over the radio that Big Queen C herself, was in custody."
"What?" Pretz, Six and Gray said at once. The sentiment was echoed by staff within hearing range.
"The same one that tried to take over Equestria a few years back?" Clear Thought asked as she exited from the hallway. "This is bad, so very bad."
"The Lunar Guard'll put the word through to the Solar," Toola replied. There's really nothing that we can do except to stay alert."
Clear Thought turned to Toola. "Cousin, please, I ask for your help. I need an audience with Princess Luna."
"I'd love to help," Toola said. "But negotiating with Luna? I don't know if I can deal with that."
Cheerilee slid under Toola's barrel, then pushed upwards, lifting her off the ground slightly. "I believe in you, and you have a problem to solve."
"That's more like it." Starsong added with a grin."
The group filed out of the clinic just as the sound of brass horns could be heard coming from the castle. "The parade's starting," Starsong announced. "We gotta be quick." Gray offered no complaints as Six lifted him onto his back.
They arrived at the perimeter of the staging area just as the first of the carts were leaving. "This area is blocked off to civilians." One of the guards stated while blocking their way.
"We need an audience with the Princess." Starsong said.
"Princess Luna will be available after the parade," The guard replied. "We can't delay her parade cart for a meeting."
"What's all this?" Another guard ambled over. The visor on his helmet was lowered, lending a muffled echo to his voice.
"Just some rowdy guests, Sir." The first replied.
"Just give me a minute with them, Corporal. Go make sure that the first regiment is lined up straight as they leave the area."
"Yes Sir." They exchanged salutes, then the first guard left.
The second guard raised his helmet. "Relax guys, it's me."
"While I'm sure there's an interesting story about this," Cheerilee began. "We have a problem."
"I heard about Chrysalis." Bad Apple replied. "I also happened to overhear the report about the ambush on you." He pointed to Toola and Cheerilee."
"Kako," Clear Thought stepped close to him. "I need a private audience with the Princess as soon as possible. Can you deliver that message?"
"Yeah, I'll make sure that it reaches her ear," Bad replied with a wink. "For now though, go about your business normally, just keep an eye out for suspicious ponies, and don't travel alone."
"Alright. Don't get caught, Uncle." Toola replied. After they left, Bad lowered his visor, then trotted over to the carriage at the end of the line.
"Princess," He saluted. "A civilian has requested an audience with you."
"I did observe that my brave heroines were among the group with which you were conversing," Luna replied as Bad Apple boarded the carriage. "And it is with much delight that I will grant the request. And you need not be so formal with me. Let me see your face as we ride."
"Thank you," Bad lifted his visor again. "Are you sure I should leave my visor up? What if somepony recognizes me?"
"Your mane and coat colors are not unique," Luna replied. "And with your Cutie Mark obscured, there will be none who would know you as anything other than a guard."
The office that Luna used for private meetings was rather small, and only had enough seating for six, not counting Lunas' own bench. She asked the rest of the Cabaret to wait in some of the neighboring rooms. As Sardonyx escorted Clear Thought into the room, Luna cast a sound-dampening spell on the walls. "Tis a precautionary measure," She explained. "So that what is said here does not reach beyond our ears."
Clear nodded as Sardonyx closed the door, allowing the spell to cover it. "I appreciate you taking the time to listen to me. But what about your Dog?"
"I am privy to all politically confidential information," Sardonyx explained. "If there is a plot against the Princess, I should know of it as well."
"That''s fair, I suppose." Clear shifted position to get comfortable. "Well, I don't know about a plot, but one of my fellow performers..." She took a deep breath. "He chased off a changeling that was feeding off me, and he's gone missing."
"So you fear that he may be captured?" Luna raised an eyebrow. "I shall add 'Abduction of a citizen' to the list of charges. What is your friends description?"
""Blank's not a citizen." Clear replied. "He's an unregistered defector."
"For how long was the Cabaret harboring him?" Luna used her magic to scribe on a scroll. "After the failed invasion, many of the Leanan Sidhe came to Celestia and Ourself, in hopes of receiving amnesty."
"It was a while before your return." Clear replied. "About early 90s. He renounced his Queen and Hive, and chose to travel with us."
Luna nodded. "So they would be on the lookout for him, but he is innocent of any wrongdoing otherwise?"
"As far as I know," Clear said. "He didn't have much info of value to us. He was a scout."
"We have three changelings in custody already. Though the guards have reported no further captures, I believe that one of them may know where your friend is."
"I hope so." Clear replied. "We might not get much from the queen, but one of the other two may be more talkative."
Luna looked to Sardonyx. "Have the guards bring the other two changelings here for a discussion." The Dog bowed then left. Luna looked to Clear. "If there are no further issues to discuss, I would have you wait with your troupe."
"The only other thing is that a couple of other members got in a fight, and were arrested by the police."
"Have you any other details to offer?" Luna prodded.
"Pretz was a witness. She could tell you."
"Sard-oh,." Luna noticed that they were alone. "Such a dedicated and hardworking servant." She said with a smile.
Clear muffled a giggle with her hoof. "I'll go and tell Pretz to come see you," She offered.
After Clear left, Luna quickly wrote a note in another scroll, then ignited it. The cloud of green smoke whisked off to the recipient. A moment later, Pretz entered the room. "You asked to see me, Your Majesty?"
"You are the one know as Pretz, yes?" Luna motioned for her to take a seat. "I have heard that two of your companions were involved in a scuffle of a sort."
"We were minding our own business when this griffon hen taunted Argentum and provoked him into fighting and the unicorn with her tried to restrain Arge so Oiled Locks went for her and I think they had ribbons on their tails and after the police arrested everypony the theatre owner asked me to be the MC." Pretz managed to say on one breath.
"I can see that you are very much agitated in regards to this," Luna took a picture from the desk. "This unicorn and griffon pair, is this them?" She showed the picture to Pretz.
Pretz studied the picture for a moment. "Well, they had some elaborate costumes, but yeah, that looks like 'em."
Luna returned the picture to the desk. "I would not expect you to leave your allies behind, but does your band have any plans to which you must adhere?"
"No, we don't have a destination." Pretz replied. "We were gonna wander around the Principality for a week or two. Usually we travel around Caballo and Cavalino at this time of year."
"You would not travel with two of your fellows incarcerated." Luna rubbed her cheek. "And if you cannot perform, you cannot earn money." She smiled. "A proposition, if you will hear me out."
Pretz blushed. "Well, Gray Pearls is in charge, You should talk to him about that sort of thing."
"Very well. Please retrieve him."
Bad Apple stepped out onto the balcony, where he found Cheerilee overlooking the city. "Admiring the view?"
"Sort of," She replied. "It's a lovely city, and Toola has been enjoying it so far."
"I sense a but in there," Bad Apple moved closer. "Something troubling you, Wordsmith?"
"It seems like ever since I married Toola Roola, my life has turned into a fantasy." Cheerilee looked to the stallion. "I never wanted more than to live a comfortable life. My biggest aspiration was being the idol for my students, and maybe a principal. Becoming the community leader for Ponyville, Lower Canterlot, and Northern Yoke, was highest I ever aspired to."
"Are you unhappy with that position now?" Bad Apple patted her back. "I think you're doing a wonderful job, if the letters I get from my brother are any indication."
"If that was all I achieved, I could settle down." Cheerilee said. "Being a national hero was exciting and all, but ever since then, it seems that I've been hooved everything on a silver platter. Princess Luna knighted us, ennobled us and gave us a small domain here. I'm not sure I'm cut out for that kind of life."
"Listen, I know it seems rough, but your doubts will keep you honest," Bad gave her a smile. "Whatever Princess Luna asks, just trust in her."
"What's next? Toola and I ascending to Alicornhood?"
Bad Apple chuckled. "I think you'd both look great with wings and horns. But that requires effort on your part. You two would need to delve deep into your special talents before that happens."
Cheerilee laughed along with him for a while. "The important thing is that we have each-other." She sighed with a smile.
"Cheerilee, I know you'll be able to take care of anything that comes your way. In a way I'm glad your life is going the way it is. It gives me hope that my own life will work out in the end."
Cheerilee tapped her chin. "That's something that I've been meaning to talk to you about."
"Curious about your wandering uncle?" He leaned against the railing. "There are some secrets I'd like to keep, but I'll answer what I can."
"Here's what I've noticed," Cheerilee began. "You use a lot of aliases. My father-in-law's given you many falsified I.D. cards. Even the name we know you by, 'Udan' is an alias that he gave you. That, and you seem to have a close connection to Princess Luna. She treats us like family, more than any other Roani." Bad blushed. He opened his mouth to reply, but Cheerilee continued. "Here's what I think. Back in the first reign, she had a child. After her fall into Nightmare Moon, the child, or a descendant, was hidden away. And all down the millennium, the bloodline was kept secret, known only to Celestia and her most trustworthy friends."
"That's an interesting conjecture, but how does that apply to me?"
"Simple, You're the Moon Prince." Cheerilee grinned. Bad Apple burst into laughter, with Cheerilee joining in a moment later.
"I must apologize for my earlier behavior." Spring Lace approached Toola and Starsong. "I had no idea that you two were in such high standing."
"It's ok Mademoiselle," Toola replied. "We just want to go about our business."
"Allow me to make it up to you." Spring Lace motioned for them to follow.
"We already got plans." Starsong replied. "Is this gonna take long?"
"No, not long at all. Just a minute of your time and we'll be done."
"Alright, we're listening." Toola sat.
"The other Peers and I have prepared a surprise for you," She pointed down the hall. "Just follow me."
"Ok, just for a minute." Toola said. She and Starsong followed Spring Lace to one of the conference rooms.
"Here we are, just head on in." Spring Lace gestured to the door.
Toola put her hoof on the door and started to open it, but Starsong stopped her. "Hold up a second." She gently pushed Toola away, then turned around. "We should enter in style." She bucked the door open, causing it to swing and slam into the wall. A bucket fell from the top edge and splashed a teal goop onto the floor. Toola skittered back to avoid being splashed, then glared at Spring Lace.
Starsong whirled around to face the stunned occupants. "I've been expecting somepony to pull this prank, and you have all lived down to my expectations," She strutted in. "That was downright cruel. A violation of the Virtue of Kindness"
Spring Lace entered after her. "Who are you to lecture us? Such a minor prank is hardly worth citing the law."
"Yeah," Another pony chimed in. "Nopony got hurt."
Toola entered. "I bet you were expecting to have big laughs if that fell on me. Allow me to show you something." She lit her horn then reshaped herself into a grotesque likeness of a pony. There were screams of fright and groans of disgust from the other nobility. "This is what you all look like to me." She spoke in a guttural voice, before resuming her original appearance.
"Alright, it's been a minute, we're out," Starsong left, with Toola following behind. "You miiiiight want to get this mess cleaned up. I would haaaate for you to slip and fall and breeeaak something," She screeched.
Luna looked to the two changelings that Sardonyx had brought in. One was pressing itself into a corner and averting its gaze. The other was posturing aggressively and hissing . "I ask thee to still thy choler and conduct thyself in a civilized manner. Thy companion seems to lack a spleen."
"A thousand wasps to lay their eggs in you, and the grubs chew their way out!"
"Once again. What is thy name?"
"Get buried in a nest of [carnivorous Zebrican ants]!" The last word was a series of clicks.
Luna sighed. She lit her horn then approached the changeling. "DOST THOU THINK TO INTIMIDATE US INTO RELEASING THY QUEEN?!" Lamella took a step back, unsure of how to respond. "WE MERELY ASK FOR THE PROPER WORD WITH WHICH TO ADDRESS THEE."
"She who, devours, the moon." Lamella stammered.
"Alright, Moon Devourer, how many changelings are in Nocne Mesta?"
"Three, hundred million. All ready to consume this city, unless you release Queen Chrysalis."
"Useless." Luna declared. She opened the door and addressed one of the ponies outside. "Guards, please remove this uncooperative changeling." One complied and half-dragged Lamella back to the dungeon. Luna then turned to the cowering changeling "Perhaps thou wilt be more cooperative."
"M-my n-name is B-Blank S-Slate, Princess, Ma'am."
"Blank Slate." Luna approached. "We were told of that name by another."
"Clear Thought?" He asked hopefully. "Is she alright? I kinda left her."
"Why didst thou abandon thy companion?"
"I was trying to catch that other one after she feed off of Clear."
"So thou attempted to capture the other Sidhe."
"Yeah." Blank Slate looked to his hooves. "But I got captured instead. Queen Chrysalis enchanted me."
"Clear Thought is in good health. She and several of thy companions are worried about thee," Luna replied. "And We can forgive thy transgressions."
"I don't want them to see me like this," Blank replied. "Can I get these cuffs off?"
"Sardonyx, take Blank to be fitted with a tracking bracelet, then return with him, to this room."
"A tracking bracelet, your Highness?" Blank tilted his head. "Is that a standard procedure?"
"Two of thy fellow performers are incarcerated for fighting." Luna replied. "And We have negotiated with the Cabaret Manager, Gray Pearls. The rest of the Cabaret has volunteered to be confined to the City, until this situation is resolved."
"Have you told anyone?" Blank asked Clear Thought.
"No, as far as the rest of the Cabaret know, you were ambushed and stuffed into a closet somewhere, where a guard found you."
"Good." He replied. "And Luna's promised to keep it secret on her part."
"Are you two ready?" A pale blue earth pony grumped at the pair.
"Oh yes. Many apologies, Miss Lily." Clear replied, blushing. She walked over and took position at a designated space, while Blank Slate approached a podium that held a bundle of documents.
"So how does this work?" Blank examined the stack.
Frost Lily walked to the other side of the podium, and passed him one of the papers. "Please read this at a normal speaking volume."
"I, Blank Slate, freely declare, without any mental reservation, coercion or purpose of evasion, that I absolutely and entirely renounce and abjure all allegiance and loyalty to any sovereign power, potentate, state, or sovereignty of whom or which I have heretofore been a subject or citizen; that I absolutely and entirely renounce and abjure all authority, privileges, and property that I have been granted as a subject of said outside powers. From this time forward, I pledge my loyalty to Equestria and its' populace, whose Harmonic Values I share, that I will support and defend the Diarchy and Laws of Equestria, against all enemies, foreign and domestic; that I will come to the military aid of the nation when required by law, that I will perform work of national importance under civilian direction when required by the law. and that I understand and accept the consequences for violating this oath."
Frost Lily wrote on another document, then hooved it to Clear Thought. "Please sign in the second box, Miss Thought." She took a quill and signed, then Frost Lily inserted the paper in the bottom of the stack. She turned a few pages, took another document, and stamped it. "There, You are now a Citizen of Equestria." She lifted the document, and took the one below it. "This is your copy, don't lose it. Replacements are expensive."
Blank hooved it to Clear Thought, who put it in her saddlebag. "What about I.D. cards?" he asked.
"That, you can get at the Bureau of Duchal Services." Frost Lily replied. "There just happens to be an office on the Fifth Terrace of Nocne Mesta, and one on the Fifth Terrace of Canterlot. Take your pick."
"I doubt they'd be open this late." Blank smirked. "Maybe in the morning."
"Let's go rejoin the others." Clear Thought lead him away.
"Everybody up." One of the officers said as her partner dragged a baton along the bars of the jail cells. "You're all being transferred."
Argentum opened his eyes, groaned, then pushed himself to a standing position. "Hopefully to a four star hotel room." He said.
"Even better." The officer replied. "You're being bumped up to the Moon Court."
"What's the Moon Court?" Locks wondered.
"It'll be the nightly event for the public to meet with the Princess." The officer replied, opening ther cell. "She's agreed to hear your case."
"Our case?"
"The altercation between you and the other two." The police ponies placed manacles and wing restraints on Argentum first, then on Oiled Locks. "Follow us. There's a carriage waiting to take you to the castle." As they exited the station, Argentum and Locks noticed another carriage departing, with the other griffon and unicorn in the back. They boarded the rear cabin of the waiting carriage, then the officers entered the front, where another pony was already waiting.
"So how did we get so lucky?" Locks asked.
"Dunno," One of the officers answered. "We just got the word to have you four brought up to the castle."
The trip passed in silence. Once at the castle, Argentum and Locks were passed into the custody of the Lunar Guard, and their restraints replaced by tracking collars. They were lead down to the dungeons, where a few cells had been furbished with a modest bed and rug. "These are your rooms. Since you are placed under House arrest, you won't be confined to quarters unless you act out. However, if you leave the castle, we will receive an alert, and we will place you in full arrest."
"That sounds fair." Locks commented. "I suppose those other two get the same luxury."
"Yes, but any further conflict will result in you being placed under full arrest." The guard added.
"At least we won't be sleeping on bare stone." Argent commented.
With the food stored and the tables replaced by a row of benches that lined each of the walls, the great hall was little more than a long pathway between the foyer and the throne room. Spectators had been seated on the benches, while reporters were covering the spectacle, with cameras placed to avoid drawing attention. A squadron of Lunar Guards entered and announced the start of the ceremony, then Luna and Sardonyx strode into the hall, stopping after a few steps as reporters bombarded her with questions, pointing microphones at her.
"~Princess Luna, are you bothered by your sisters' absence?"
"~Nay, Celestia had-"
"~Princess Luna, how are relations with the Aegeman?"
"~We will be negotiating-"
"~Princess Luna, do you have a secret batpony army, and do they drink blood?"
"~What thou refers to as 'batponies' are actually-"
"~Princess Luna, Any truth to the rumors of a second changeling invasion?"
"~The situation is-"
"~Princess Luna, what is the purpose of Prince Armor and Princess Cadances' presence?"
Luna clenched her teeth, then tried to proceed. "~They are merely here to-"
"~Princess Luna, when will you be holding auditions to decide your consort?"
"~YOU MANGY MOB OF YOWLING YELLOW DESERT DOGS !" The outburst startled the crowd, and silenced the questions. "~FREEDOM OF THE PRESS DOES NOT MANDATE AN AVALANCHE OF QUESTIONS!"
"~There will be time aplenty for questions, after The Princess is restored to the throne." Sardonyx declared. "~If you continue to impede National Business, we have plenty of rooms available, in the basement."
There was some grumbling as reporters were lined up along one side, and the path was cleared. The questions started up again, but Luna brushed most of them aside. The reporters followed her to the Throne chamber, where more spectators were already present.
A line of three ponies stood alongside the dark blue rug that lead to the throne. Each pony carried a lance with a banner. Luna stopped at the first banner, then Sardonyx turned to Luna. "~We are mortal creatures, being asked to trust our lives to an immortal being, How can we be sure that you will not be a tyrant like Discord?"
"~I may have a long life compared to the denizens of Equestria, but I am a pony. I suffer when My subjects suffer. Their happiness is my happiness. Their trust will allow me to lead them." The first banner was raised, allowing them to continue on.
At the second banner, Sardonyx addressed her again. "~We have many fears, both great and small, real and perceived. You have the power to visit our dreams. How can we be sure that you will not abuse it."
"~I have vanquished two terrors, overcome another two. and ruined the plans of two more. As the shining blade of Equestria, I take threats seriously. I am just one pony, however. That is why I have the Lunar Guard to defend Umbratara, the Night Watch to check the shadows, and the Star Guard, to aid me in the dream world." The second banner was raised, and the pair proceeded to the third.
"~We are a diverse population," Sardonyx began. "~Ponies, Cows, Donkeys, Griffons, Diamond Dogs, Zebras, Buffalo, Fae, and Hybrids. How will you unify us under your rule?"
"With justice, wisdom, mercy and mirth." Luna declared. "As individuals, we are weak, but as a united nation, We are strong. Let Harmony guide our hooves, paws, talons, and fins."
"Shoo be doo." A voice called out, eliciting a round of laughter from the rest of the crowd."
After the third banner was lifted, Luna walked up the steps to the throne. The seat was an Etrotscan style bench, constructed from oak and stained dark. Ornate carvings decorated the sides and tall back. The bench was padded with blue upholstery, and a pair of batlike wings extended from the peak of the pointed arch of the backing, to form a canopy. Luna bowed to the crowd, before speaking. "I, Princess Luna, Daughter of Clover the Clever, of the House of Platinum. humbly ask to retake my place as Ruler of Umbratara."
"Hail, Princess Luna!" The crowd chanted, placing a hoof, talon, or paw over their hearts.
"Hail Princess Luna." Bad Apple said in a sotto voice, listening to the ceremony on the other side of a dark blue curtain behind the throne.
"Hail Prince Bad Apple." he heard somepony behind him say. He whirled around, and saw an orange unicorn with a reddish-orange mane. She hovered above the bed, in a reclining position."
"I'm sorry. Have we met?" He approached slowly. "Guests aren't permitted back here."
"I'm permitted everywhere." The mare replied with a laugh. She descended, settling on the bed before turning to him. "And I have been watching you for a long time." She cooed, wearing a seductive grin.
"Then you should know that I'm loyal to her." Bad Apple replied.
"Yes yes," The mare replied. "And she to you. But I wonder."
"Think you can tempt me?" He turned away.
"I know I can." The mare answered, suddenly appearing next to him. "But I have no intention of trying to sway you away from her. Quite the opposite in fact."
"You want me to get closer to her?" Bad sidestepped away. "How do you propose I do that?"
"This is my proposition," The mare began. "There is one path you can take, that won't end in heartbreak."
"You want me to...?" Bad Apple began. The mare smiled and nodded. "Wait, why?"
"Because, you are the most interesting creature I have met." The mare replied. "Apart from myself, that is."
"The most interesting creature." Bad mulled over the appellation. "Yes, I suppose that I am." He looked to the mare and scowled. "But I thought you weren't supposed to show favoritism."
Fortuna chuckled. "I may be bound by certain restrictions, but I am allowed to give prophecy."
"So why now, after all this time. Why do you reveal yourself?" Bad Apple wondered.
"Because tonight, you used your talent against me." Fortuna grinned.
"The bead," Bad Apple replied. "Before it even left her hoof, I saw the path it would take. But how does that fit my talent."
"How would things have played out differently, if Celestia had to step in."
Bad thought this over for a while. "Luna's public image would've been weakened. She wouldn't command as much respect." He gasped. "That's it! I don't just expose the bad, I also remove the weakness in others, nurturing their growth."
"I think he gets it." Fortuna said, as she faded away.
Chrysalis awoke to the sound of somepony walking along the stone floor. The steps stopped in front of the cell before hers, and she heard Lamella hiss.
"Spare me the theatrics." Cadance said before lighting her horn. A blue aura surrounded the changeling, pink sparkles flashing as the magic flowed into Lamella. The aura ended after several seconds, leaving the changeling fed, but not satisfied.
"I thought a princess was supposed to appreciated the performing arts." Chrysalis replied as Cadance moved over to her cell. "Or do you prefer brightly-colored animation devoid of conflict and other serious themes?"
"I have no problem with seriousness in moderation." Cadance replied as she surrounded Chrysalis with an aura. "But overreacting to every little thing, like the fate of the world is on the line, grates on the nerves."
"I thought you ponies would be used to world-threatening situations by now."
Cadance snorted and ended the spell. "Doesn't mean that we should have to put up with them."
"And I shouldn't have to put up with such a pittance of a meal," Chrysalis got up from her cot. "This treatment is positively inequine."
"This may not be a luxury hotel, but I can still provide a bit of complimentary service." Cadance said, giving Chrysalis a lopsided grin. "You look great for your age." She turned and left. Lamella tried to restrain a smirk.
"SHUT UP!" Chrysalis slapped the wall between their cells.
Bad Apple gazed out of the window set in the back wall of the alcove. Next to him, Luna indicated a small farm near the base of the mesa. "Through the use of covert channels, I have acquired seed stock from Sweet Apple Acres, and had them planted. And the orchard placed into a Trust under one of your aliases."
"So you managed to get me my own orchard," Bad Apple snickered. "Mother would have a cow if she knew."
"I should very much like to see that, given her attitude towards non-ponies." Luna said. She leaned down to nuzzle him. "Would that I could keep you here, but your friends might get suspicious if you are not returned to them soon."
Bad Apple returned the nuzzle. "If I'm going to be a proper prince someday, I shouldn't ignore those who choose to follow me."
"And after all the pageantry, the spectacle, the revelations and rendezvous. You finally have a new goal." Luna smiled.
"Yes, it's a bit of a long shot, but it's doable." Bad Apple moved away from the window and took his saddlebags. "But long shots are the best shots."
Luna laughed. "Indeed. I shall have to remember that," She approached. "Since you are still confined to the castle, shall I send a servant about the city to gather up anything you might need."
Bad Apple thought for a moment. "Actually, yes," He turned to Luna. "My special talent has remained rather static until I joined the Cabaret. So I need to work on it, and I think I know the best way to do that."
"Is one deck of cards not enough for you?" Luna teased.
Bad removed the well-worn deck of playing cards from his bag. "Not these kind," He replied. "Even in Bacharrat, with six or more decks, I never felt much of a change. No, It's the Tarot that I need to work with."
"There are many decks available, keyed to different themes," Luna mused. "I even have a deck of mine own, that I commissioned from an artist."
"And 'make your own' sets, with blank cards and a drawing stick."
"I can arrange for you to have one." Luna replied. "Along with a series of suggested uses."
"Reading others' fortunes, games, and even a bit of storytelling," Bad grinned. "Clear Thought can help me out a bit."
Luna lifted one of the curtains aside, allowing Bad Apple to leave. "We shall meet again."
"Indeed." Bad kissed her cheek before leaving.
"So, we finally meet again, Celestia," Chrysalis spat the name out, as the Princess approached the chained changeling queen. "So what happens now? You turn me to stone and put me on display, next to Discord?"
"That was done by the Elements of Harmony, which I can't use," Celestia replied. "There's only two places secure enough to hold you. One is the Mountains of Madness. The stone itself will block your magic, and Fae can subsist on pony food."
Chrysalis rubbed a hoof along the ground. "And you intend to outlive me." She chuckled. "Leave me in a hole and forget about me? I suppose that's fitting, since I have done those exact things myself. With ponies and other Fae."
"The alternative," Celestia narrowed her eyes. "Is Tartaros. The timeless nature of the realm will preserve you in the state you enter it with."
Chrysalis looked at Celestia, through one of the holes in her hoof. "So I either die in a hole somewhere, or keep company with the Get of Chaos." She lowered her hoof and laughed. "And I chided your sister for being too merciful. It would've been better if she had executed me on the spot."
"What would you choose for yourself, then?" Celestia circled around Chrysalis.
"I'm no fool. Princess." The changeling said. "Anything short of my death presents me with the possibility of escape, and you know it. Even Tartaros is not as secure as you'd like to think. How long before we cross paths again? A millennium? Two?"
"I will not give the order for your execution," Celestia declared. "You will not push me into crossing that line."
"I suppose outside of a fight, you are not as fierce as you are reputed to be."
"My role is to defend Harmony," Celestia replied. "I believe in mercy and atonement."
"Neither of which you will get from me," Chrysalis snapped. "I would see you in chains, with your horn snapped and your wings plucked."
Celestia looked to The guard captain. "Take her to the mountains, along with her loyal retainer."
"Yes your Majesty." The captain saluted before leading Chrysalis and Lamella away.
"Why there, Aunt Celestia?" Prince Blueblood asked. Celestia turned to her nephew.
"She said it herself. On an infinite timeline, her escape from Tartaros is inevitable. Confining her to a mortal lifespan greatly reduces that chance."
"So you only have to keep her for eighty years or so."
"We will see," Celestia answered. "She may eventually come to see the error of her ways. I will check in ten years."
= = =
"Moon Court is now in session." A uniformed pony declared, punctuating the statement by thumping a heavy wooden timber against the floor. "Her Majesty, Princess Luna presiding."
Luna levitated a scroll and unrolled it. "Tonight, We shall settle the case of the Lulamoons verses the Midnight Cabaret. Then we will review last nights security breach." She looked to the aforementioned parties. "We have read over the constables' report of what transpired.The charges are as follows: Gilda sen Electra O'Bald-Lulamoon. Two counts of assault and battery, one count of disturbing the peace. Trixie O'Bald-Lulamoon, One count of unlawful restraint. Argentum mac Aurelio O'Bald. one count of assault and battery. Oiled Locks, one count of assault."
"Hah, I even committed more offenses than you, Kiwi." Gilda stuck her tongue out at the other griffon. Argentum gritted his beak.
"Let the record state that Gilda has admitted to her misdeeds," Luna said. A scribe make a quick notation, then looked to the Princess. "Now, how did this dispute start?"
"It goes way back to when we were growing up, your majesty," Argentum replied. "We're from the same clutch laid by fathers' first hen."
"Hard to believe. huh?" Gilda added. "I got all the skill and talent, he got to be male."
"At least I didn't dishonor the family!" Argentum snapped.
"SILENCE!" Both griffons gaped at Luna. "We see now that this family feud has been left to simmer for too long, and it has expanded to include others."
"Your Majesty, I acted only in self defense." Locks stated.
"Trixie did also."
Locks looked to the unicorn. "Ponyfeathers! You put a binding spell on my friend."
"Only because he attacked first." Trixie hmphed.
"She started it." Argentum pointed to Gilda.
"Yeah, well you're a slowpoke. You were even slow getting out of the egg."
The argument was suddenly silenced, as an indigo aura surrounded the four, though it took them a moment to notice and stop their attempts to talk. "Now that We have your attention, let Us speak." Luna removed the aura. "The Cabaret cannot stay here for too long. They will need to travel to another location to perform. They will be leaving, with or without Argentum and Oiled Locks." Argentum looked to Gray. The old unicorn nodded, giving him a stern glare. Luna looked to Gilda. "As for thee, We are greatly disappointed by thine actions. For what purpose did thou instigate this conflict?"
"Because dad always doted on him." Gilda said. "Do you know what it's like to be passed over for being the wrong sex?"
"I had it just as bad," Argentum replied. "He always lamented that your talents were wasted on you."
"Mothersquawker, I'm awesome."
"Thy father holds no sway here," Luna said. "Were you visitors from the High Peaks, We would have you returned. You both have violated Equestrian laws."
"Yeah fine, I'm guilty," Gilda said. "Trixie only acted to help me. She's innocent. Let her go, and I'll take whatever punishment you decide."
"No, Your Majesty." Trixie said. "Trixie failed in teaching her spouse the proper ways. I, will take full punishment." She untied her ribbon, then dropped it. "I do not deserve your favor."
"Gag me," Argentum muttered.
Luna quickly walked over to his seat. "Since thou has shown a disdain for for our laws and values, perhaps We shall provide an incentive." She looked to the scribe. "Our ruling is thus. The whole of the Midnight Cabaret are to be escorted to the State of Neighvada. There they will be given a year to build a favorable reputation. If after one year, they are still unknown, the Cabaret will have to disband, and all members must find another means of employment or support."
"Fly or die, little brother." Gilda smirked. "At least your wings won't be hobbled." Argentum gulped.
"Gilda," Luna looked to the hen. "Thou has shown a disdain for thy birth family, and by extension, their name. dost thou also carry the same contempt for thy spouses' family?"
"What? That's ridiculous." Gilda flared her wings. "I devoted myself to them and to you. Yeah it's a hard life, but it's a damn sight better than what Father ever gave me. Your Majesty, I love Trixie with all my heart. I'd do anything for her. I'd-I'd go to the ends of Equestria for her."
Luna levitated the ribbon, "Art thou aware of what this act truly signifies? Dost thou truly wish to surrender the favor that was bestowed upon thy ancestors." She retied it around Trixies' tail. "For penance, Thou ought to show thy devotion."
"I'll wear a dozen ribbons, if it pleases you, Phuri Daj," Trixie declared.
"We have no doubts about thy skills in entertainment, thus we had hoped to have thee as part of our court. But last nights actions put that into jeopardy. Thus, our ruling is thus. The Lulamoons are banished to Oneiraterra for a period of one year. Do not worry about thy domicile in the Schwarzwald. It shall be in good hooves."
"Trixie can live with that."
"Very well then, this case is closed." Luna declared. The Herald thumped the timber thrice, as the two parties were escorted out of the room.
Celestia got up from her seat and walked over to Luna. "You did well, little sister." She hooved over a large rolled scroll. "I feel confident enough to give you this."
"Thank you, Dear sister," Luna replied. She unrolled the scroll and read through it. "You promised me a week to rule."
"Of course. You get the chance to shine, and I get a vacation." She settled on her bench. "And I do enjoy the room you have set aside for me."
"You were always welcome to visit, dear sister." Luna gave her a smile.
"It's time that I start doing so." Celestia replied.
