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She quickly realized where she hit her mark and shot back.

“I-I didn’t mean to kiss you there, I meant to kiss you on the cheek when you turned around…” She said rapidly, her face flushing a mild shade of red. Amazingly, I blushed a little too, but it in all likelihood was difficult to see under this black coat of mine. And I didn’t blush because I’m starting to fall for her, it’s just I haven’t ever really gotten a kiss like that before. I know what you’re thinking, but just bear with me here. I hopped out of the bed and stood up.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s fine. You just…do whatever you want, but don’t go overboard.” I said. I didn’t want see to upset her, although it would lead to emotional and mental distress on my part. I plan on leaving these people as they were when I arrived with no trace of my existence in this realm.

“Oh…” She said, surprised at my response and smiling happily. “All right.”

“Now what about that article you wanted to make for me…?” I asked. But while I’m here, might as well get some free merchandise, right? Only issue is whether or not it’ll be worth the effort.

“Oh yes! I completely forgot! Come over here and I’ll get some measurements done.” She said, eagerly walking over to a large mirror set up in the bedroom. I walked up in front of the mirror as she searched for some supplies, soon returning with a measuring tape hovering near her head bathed in a light blue glow. “This shouldn’t take long.” She said, holding the tape up against me as she took notes on a floating paper. She spent a rather long time with the tape, holding them up to my legs and chest, all the while muttering things about something being “perfect” and “magnificent.” She did happen to spend a significant amount of time at my rear, leading me to wonder what she could have possibly been doing… When she had finished, she looked at me with glittering eyes. “All done. Sorry it took so long, I just wanted to make sure everything was perfect.” She said with a smile.

“I’ll bet you did…" I thought to myself, invisibly gritting my teeth.

“No worries, I tend to be a bit of a perfectionist myself. A bit of a curse really…” I said as I attempted to avoid direct eye contact with her.

“Oh, but it makes sure you get all the fine details…” She purred, inching up to me. I darted my eyes about nervously, wishing for this nightmare to end. I chuckled with uncertainty.

“Why don’t we go ahead and meet up with the others? I’m sure they’d like to…” I said, clearing my throat before continuing, “…talk with you and…stuff…” She seemed surprised, holding a hoof to her chest and letting her mouth open a bit.

“But you haven’t even eaten breakfast first!” She exclaimed. “I can’t have you running about on an empty stomach! Please, follow me.” Walking back downstairs, she had me trail her into a sparkling kitchen with a table to our right and an oven surrounded by wooden cupboards—save for above the stovetop. Notably, there was no refrigerator, but an icebox in its place. “What would you like to eat, my dear? I myself will be having a breakfast quiche.” She asked, beginning to remove various food items from her cupboards.

“Umm…” I mumbled, deciding upon a safe option. “Whatever you’re having.” I replied, not wanting to bother her with anything else.

“Absolutely.” She replied, humming a tune I didn’t recognize as she mixed several ingredients in a bowl using that same mystical force ascertained to be “magic” by these folks. Sitting at a nearby table, I gazed out a nearby window at the scene before me. The only things visible from this view was a line of buildings, a tree here and there, and some mountains in the distance above them. Setting my head in my hooves and sighing heavily, I cleared my mind and thought of absolutely nothing—like most men do a lot of the time anyway. It was rather peaceful, not bothering to think about my situation and what lies ahead. I have no idea how much time had passed, because, before I knew it, Rarity had finished. “Are you ready to eat, darling?” Rarity suddenly spoke, snapping me out of my trance and causing me to whip my head around to face her.

She didn’t have any eyes.

Why didn’t she have any eyes?

Just dark sockets devoid of life or a soul.

With quivering chest and arms, I rubbed my eyes in hopes of removing such a terrifying sight from before me. It seemed to have worked, as once I lowered my hooves, her eyes had returned to their normal state.

I didn’t understand any of it.

Noticing my demeanor, Rarity tilted her head to one side.

“Are you feeling alright? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” She said, turning around to look behind her to make sure there wasn’t anyone or anything there. Satisfied there was nothing to fear, she sat across from me and set the now finished quiche on the table along with two plates, two forks, and two knives. “Xavier? Is everything okay?” Rarity asked again. I snapped out of my trance before giving her a look.

“Yeah, no. I’m fine.” I replied, clearing my throat and looking down at the table. “So what’ve we got here?” I asked in hopes of getting my mind off of what had just occurred.

“It’s just a little breakfast quiche I whipped up. Hopefully I made it correctly and it suits your tastes.” She said, cutting a piece with a hovering knife and setting the steaming wedge on my plate. Going through the motions, I picked up the fork and nipped off a sliver of the quiche, setting it in my mouth with no intent on enjoying the flavor. My thoughts were rickety and unstable. I was still processing what had happened. I had never had any sort of schizophrenic episodes or any other mental blurring of reality. It terrified me beyond words.

Finishing my quiche, but my hunger not sated, I laid back in my chair and looked up at the ceiling, waiting for Rarity to finish. She may have tried to converse with me, but I wouldn’t have known. I was too deep in thought. When she finished, she offered me another piece, at which I declined, before she she put the plates in a sink and wrapped up the quiche for later use while I went to wait at the front door.  When she had finished cleaning up the kitchen, she met me at the door and, before leaving, Opal walked up to me and pawed at my hooves, evidently upset with my departure. I chuckled and rubbed her head gingerly.

“I’ll be back, don’t you worry.” I said soothingly. She appeared to smile and meowed before walking back off to another part of the house.

Not long after leaving the house, we heard a voice from along the street call,

“Hi Rarity!” I looked in the direction of the source of the noise and spotted Sweetie Belle trotting toward us.

“Oh, hi there Sweetie! How are you this morning?” Rarity said.

“Just great! Have you seen the rest of the crusaders? We have something important to discuss for today.” Sweetie asked.

“No I haven’t, I’m sorry, dear.” Said Rarity. “But look at my hair, isn’t it gorgeous?” She said, turning attention to her mane for some reason. As if I didn’t believe she was narcissistic before, I was sure of it now.

“Wow! It looks amazing! Did you do that yourself? Or did you get your boyfriend to do that for you?” Sweetie giggled, causing Rarity’s face buckle into an embarrassed scowl.

“He’s not my boyfriend! We’re just friends and I did it myself, thank you!” Rarity fumed.

“Whatever you say ‘Mrs. Xavier.’” Said Sweetie, snickering. Rarity's face contorted even more, Sweetie Belle soon getting the message. “Well I’m going to look for the rest of the crusaders, bye!” She said quickly and ran off in an attempt to avoid Rarity’s wrath. She turned back to me.

“Heh…kids… What an imagination… Hehe…” She chattered nervously.

“Right...” I responded, not too concerned about the situation.

We eventually found them again, somehow conveniently at the same water fountain as yesterday. Fluttershy looked over at us and quickly turned away, possibly telling something to the others. The rest of them turned to look at the two of us, smiling and waving at our arrival.

“Hey guys,” I said, “How are you?” They all responded in a conglomeration of “goods” and “okays.” Fluttershy even responded, which I found surprising; I never thought I’d hear her speak. Her voice was soft, calm, and rather soothing. It’s a shame she didn’t talk more often around me. She almost reminded me of someone. It also seemed like she was pushing through the rest so she could be a little bit to be closer to me. Maybe she was trying to warm up to me. Whatever she was attempting to do, she seemed determined to do it.

“Hi there guys.” Rarity said, fluffing her mane, obviously trying to draw attention to herself.

“WOAH! Your hair looks amazing! How did you get it to look like that?!” Exclaimed Pinkie.

“Well, I did it myself of course. Today I tried something a little different and it seems to have worked out for the better.” Rarity said.

“I doubt this is a coincidence! I bet Rarity got inspiration from Xavier for it! What did I say about Rarity and Xavier, huh? They are so obviously in love! I bet they cuddled and kissed each other all night!” Pinkie butted in, hugging herself and making kissing noises.

“Oh hush Pinkie, you don’t know that…” Rarity said, angrily.

“Oh sure I don’t…” Pinkie said sarcastically, rolling her eyes. Although Pinkie seemed clueless most of the time, she did have a point. Rarity was probably planning a little something more than simply allowing me to spend the night there. As of now I could only guess what, but whatever she had in mind, I doubt I would agree with it.

“So who’s this Xavier pony?” Said a voice from behind Twilight, a small bipedal lizard soon walking around from behind her and taking a gander at me. Crossing his arms, he looked back up at Twilight. “Is this the stallion you were blabbering on about yesterday, Twi?” Twilight appeared taken aback.

“Erm… Well…maybe not blabbering. I just wanted to tell Spike of the new friend I had met.” She said. Is this a dragon? I wouldn’t know. He didn’t appear to have any wings. I hadn’t ever met a dragon before, mostly because they normally don’t exist. This place was getting more interesting by the day.

“Yeah…no, it was a blabber. You didn’t shut up about him.” Spike said. Twilight blushed a little more.

“Stop it Spike, you’re embarrassing me…” She said, poking him with her hoof. Spike looked like he was going to say something else, but another thought came to his mind.

“Anyway, why did you stay with Rarity last night? Don’t you have your own place somewhere?” He asked, jealously sorely present in his voice. I had to keep myself from laughing. How a relationship between a lizard and a pony would work out I couldn’t be sure, but it certainly sounded ludicrous.

“Well, no, I don’t. I’ve only been here one day.” I replied. He furrowed his brow.

“Whatever you say.” He said, keeping his eyes locked on me.

“So who are you going to sleep with… I mean…bunk with tonight Xavier?” Twilight slipped, covering her face with her wings as she realized what she had said. All the girls narrowed their eyes at Twilight.

“Oh Twilight…” Rarity cooed. “Now we all know what’s on her mind.” All of them laughed except for Spike, who just looked disgusted. I merely rolled my eyes. How immature where these guys?

“Shut up you guys!” Twilight thundered, ripping her wings away from her face and thrusting them outward. “It’s not funny!”

“Whatever you say Twi, but just know that your secret is out…” Rainbow Dash said, chuckling and poking Twilight in the side.

“Listen,” I interjected. “I haven’t made a decision just yet, but I’ll let you guys know later when I’ve come to a conclusion.” I said, some mild fury leaking out. All but Twilight sighed in disappointment, the purple mare just grumbling to herself as she brought her wings back in to her body. “And don’t pester Twilight like that, it was probably just an accident. I’m sure she’s not like that.” I said.

“Thank you, Xavier.” Twilight said. “At least someone here is willing to stand up for me.” At saying this, Fluttershy looked at the ground and backed away from Twilight a small step. What a sad, sad little pony… So easily hurt… My stomach suddenly grumbled, breaking the silence.

“Oh! You must need something to eat. You should hop on by the Sugarcube Corner! We have cupcakes and muffins and cakes galore!” Said Pinkie. My mouth watered at hearing of this. I hadn’t had sweets of any kind for almost a month and was determined to end this fasting. Rarity was about to interject, but I cut her off.

“Yeah sure, why not?” I said, making sure my grand anticipation didn’t show through. Pinkie led us to a building that was decorated to mimic the appearance of a gingerbread house. She took us inside where the aroma of pastries and other assorted baked goods danced around inside. Also inside was a showcase of presumably what they had in stock. Being the food connoisseur I was, I was inclined to try absolutely everything, but I didn’t want to seem like a pig. Saliva threatened to pour out of my mouth in a waterfall at the sights and smells, but I managed to keep it back.

“Welcome to the Sugarcube Corner! We’ve got anything your sweet tooth desires!” Pinkie said as she jumped behind the counter. She laid one of her forelegs across the top of the glass countertop and leaned in to it. “What can I getcha?” She said. I held back my animal-like desire to consume the entire establishment and discreetly licked my lips.

“I’d like some tiramisu please.” I said. Pinkie looked at me confused.

“Tira-ma-whatta?” She said perplexed, her smile melting away.

“Well, you said you had ‘anything’ I desired, and I currently have a hankering for tiramisu.” I said. She smiled nervously.

“Sure, let me just ask the Cakes real quick.” She said, and she walked off into some double doors that lead to what I assumed was the kitchen. Twilight walked up behind me.

“What is tiramisu?” She asked.

“Tiramisu is an Italian dessert with coffee and liquor-soaked layers of sponge cake alternating with mascarpone cheese and chocolate.” I defined. Rarity split from the group and slid up next to me gracefully, pressing up against my side.

“Ooooo, an exotic dish. I might want some, too.” Rarity said, biting her lip staring me in the eyes. Spike’s eyes widened at Rarity’s sudden gesture of affection toward me, crossing his arms and granting soon after. Keeping a distance from him seemed like the best option at this point; there was no telling what he would do.

“Maybe I’ll share some with you if they even have a recipe for it. Hopefully you can hold your liquor.” I said.

“I don’t think many of us drink all that often, so we may not have that much.” Said Twilight.

“Oh come on, Twi, our cider is some of the hardest stuff around, and you’ve had that before. I don’t think a little liquor is going to stop you. Besides, I bet I could drink y’all under the table any time.” Applejack stated haughtily. I shrugged.

“Whatever you please.” I said. Pinkie flew out from the double doors, clearly excited with something.

“Good news! One of the Cakes found a dusty old recipe for…whatever that was again. So they’re making it now! It’ll probably take a little while though.” Pinkie said.

“That’s fine, I can wait.” I said, although I wasn’t sure how much longer I could contain myself. I was also surprised they had something Italian in origin even though Italy most likely didn’t exist here. We all sat around a table in the lobby talking while we waited for the tiramisu to be finished. Fluttershy stole the seat next to me, making sure she could sit adjacent of me. I thought this was nice, although mildly aggressive. The way they sat was also quite different than I would’ve done, despite one of their knee joints being able to kick backward. They sat on the very edge of their chairs so they could simply let their legs dangle off the edge of the seat. I deviated from this and sat with my knees bend over the edge of the chair.

As we talked, Fluttershy put in her own two cents every now and then, which I was happy for. I’m glad she was finally getting comfortable around me. A certain three of them mostly asked me about what I would look for in a mate while the others attempted to divert from that subject. What she would look like, her personality, what she was good at, et cetera. I complied, although I was cautious not to reveal anything too personal. Spike kept asking how the night with Rarity went, to which I answered with short and simple replies that only half answered his questions, just to toy with him.

“Oh, I almost forgot. So you know how Opal is usually quite touchy around anyone she meets, save for Fluttershy?” Rarity said. I sighed deeply and let my head sag while the rest of them nodded and said their “yes’s.” “Well, while Xavier was at my place last night, Opal absolutely loved him. You would’ve thought he was Fluttershy.” Fluttershy downright loved hearing about this, perking up her ears and scooting her chair closer to mine with a warm smile full of intrigue.

“How did you do it? Did you speak to her? Or maybe show her you liked dresses too?” Fluttershy inquired of me, shifting in her seat as she waited for an answer.

“W-well, no… She just seemed to like me is all… Heh…” I trembled. Fluttershy frowned with clear discontent for my response.

“Oh… O-okay…” She said mildly.

“And not only that happened!” Rarity piped up again.

“Oh no…” I groaned as I buried my head in my hooves. Fluttershy took note of this and put a hoof on my back consolingly. At least someone was willing to comfort me in this time of distress, even if she didn’t have a reason to.

“I discovered that Xavier can speak Latin.” She whispered, flicking a glance at me every now and then.

“Latin…?” Twilight said, confused. “What's Latin…? I’ve never heard of that language before and I’ve read of many different dialects.”

I was afraid of this.

Rarity began looking at me suspiciously.

“Is Latin even a legitimate language, Xavier…?” She questioned, eyeing me doubtfully. I sat up straighter in my chair.

“Of course Latin’s a real language! It’s the root of many languages around the world!” I said defensively. “I’m surprised you don’t know anything about it! And no, I do not speak it! I just know some scientific names is all! Like ‘Canis lupus familiaris.’ That’s it.” Twilight didn’t seem convinced. Either that, or was as infatuated with me as Rarity was when I first spoke just Latin sentence to her. If she was trying to hide it, she was doing a good job at it. Twilight looked down at Spike.

“Spike, go get a translation book for me. You know where to find them.” She asked.

“I don’t speak Latin, dam-dang it!” I screamed, avoiding an uncalled for slip of the tongue, but no one appeared to care. Spike nodded and ran off out of the Corner, leaving us to sit in silence as we waited for him to return. It was very awkward; the general buzz of activity had ceased, leaving a deafening silence within the group. I merely kept my arms crossed and avoided looking at anyone. A few minutes later, Spike ran in the doors, panting and holding a worn leather bound book over his head.

“Here you go, Twi.” He sighed as he laid it out in front of her on the table before a thought suddenly occurred to him. “And why didn’t you just teleport the book here? Wouldn’t that have been easier?”

“Thanks Spike.” She replied, avoiding Spike's question as the book lifted up off of the table surrounded by a raspberry colored aura that was the same color as a plasma-like substance that coated her horn. The book opened up and Twilight began to flip through its pages. “There are a few entries about Equin in here, which seem to be similar to ‘Latin’ in background, and this book seems to cover the basics.” She said, turning through the pages some more. After a few minutes she said, “I can’t find anything in here that explains what you said. Are you certain you’re not lying?” Taking in a deep breath in through my nose, I prepared to unload a fury of insults and explanations at her and the group around me. Instead of that, I let the air out slowly out and attempted to speak in a softer tone.

“Tell me, why would I be lying?” I asked, my teeth clamped together.

“Well, some ponies would do anything to look better to others. We have no reason to trust what you’ve said yet.” Said Applejack.

“Applejack is right. Some ponies are so infatuated with his or her own image, he or she would want others to think he or she is just as good as he or she thinks he or she is. He or she would even go as far as to fabricate information to look better.” Twilight lectured, as if I needed it.

“That sure was a mouthful…” Rainbow Dash said.

“So long as it's grammatically correct, I’m not complaining.” I sighed, resting my head on my hooves. I remained silent for a and shut my eyes few moments; I just wanted to sleep and wake up somewhere else so I wouldn’t have to deal with these creatures. I opened my eyes again—with more difficulty than I had anticipated—to find that the group had ceased talking and was simply looking at me. I sat up straight and twisted my back. “Can I help any of you?” I groggily said, curious to know if I had actually fallen asleep.

“We were just discussing you and your Latin knowledge. I had Spike bring over a book of various animals and creatures and, sure enough, the scientific names for them are similar to what you previously described, although in Equin.” Twilight explained.

“Oh.” I muttered rubbing one of my eyes. “Well, that’s nice.” Twilight nodded in return.

“I apologize for doubting you like we did, I feel we came off a little bit too harsh.” The purple mare continued.

“Don’t worry about it.” I yawned.

“I’m sorry too!” Pinkie shouted, making me jump in my seat.

“I'm sorry, Xavier.” Applejack added.

“I am as well.” Rarity agreed.

“I guess me too.” Fluttershy accepted.

“Me too. If this stallion talks as good as he flies, then why not trust him?” Rainbow Dash said, soon receiving several odd glances from the rest of the group. “What?” She breathed, folding her arms and knitting her brow while returning glances back to everyone else. “So you know a bit of Latin, huh? Why Latin though? What would you use it for?” Queried Rainbow Dash.

“Every now and then you may need it in scientific studies, but this gun isn’t only loaded with one and a half bullets.” I answered. Rainbow Dash looked puzzled.

“What the hay is that supposed mean?” She asked. Wasn’t she supposed to be smart? My metaphors were always lost on the ignorant… And “what the hay?” That was one of the worst puns I had ever heard, unless that was actually their diction, in which case I would have even more language related items to get used to. Rarity’s face lit up once more like it had when she first discovered I knew certain Latin phrases.

“It means he can speak more than just two languages! Oh my Celestia, aren’t you talented?” Rarity sang out, bringing up hoof to her chest. The others at the table sparkled when they finally realized what I meant, beginning to throw differing phrases at me that they wanted me to translate into various languages. All—if not most—I had never even heard of. The sudden attention I was receiving from them was too much for me to handle, causing me to gradually shrink back.

All those eyes expecting so much.

The only one who stopped was Fluttershy, once again picking up on my cue that I was rather uncomfortable. She looked back and forth between the others and I, trying to think of something to do to help me. I began to shake and slowly break down before them, speaking to myself quietly.

“It’s okay. Calm down.” I repeated to myself quietly. I couldn’t help myself, I didn’t have any sort of musical instrument and I couldn’t just leave, so this seemed like the only way to prevent me from exploding. I hated undue attention. Especially when they stared. It always made me feel like I was being torn apart from the inside out. I couldn’t take much more of it.

I finally snapped. “Enough!” I screamed. They immediately settled down and frowned, a few of them almost fearful. I tried to seem calmer, but how well I did on that I couldn’t be sure. “I just…I just can’t handle with this right now. Maybe later, okay? I’m sorry. I just…can’t…” They all sat there as if they were waiting for further instructions.

“And that means…?” Asked Applejack. I rose an eyebrow.

“What do you mean what do I mean? It was plain as day what I said.” Applejack turned to Twilight.

“Can you find out what language he’s speaking now, Twilight?” She asked. Now I was becoming concerned. Was she serious? I hadn’t gotten stuck in another language in a while, and even when I did, it was only in the most stressful of circumstances. I guess this just may have fit the bill. Twilight looked confused at first, but then appeared to understand, soon flipping through the book for several seconds before resting it on the table.

“I’m not sure, it’s not covered in this book.” She said, lowering the book once more.

“What? No I’m not… I’m speaking English…” I said, becoming frightened. My ears subconsciously folded over my head. At the mentioning of English, Twilight gave me another look of bewilderment.

“Come on guys, he’s had enough, don’t mess with him like that…” Fluttershy said in my defense. It finally clicked. Cruel, but clever. Sort of. If only they knew that it actually happened to me on occasion.

“Oh. Ha-ha. Funny. You really had me fooled.” I said unenthusiastically. The entire table giggled except for Fluttershy. Finally, a rather tall and thin pony wearing a small round hat came out from the kitchen doors holding a plate with a large chocolate brown block, consisting of several layers of differing colors of chocolate, a stack of smaller plates balanced precariously on his head, numerous forks, and a knife.

“I believe this is yours. And because you waited so long, this is on the house.” He said. I sniffed it, allowing the alcohol permeate my nostrils and settle my nerves.

“Oh yes, this is it. Thank you.” I said as my anticipation grew. Saliva once again threatened to pour out of my mouth, but I held it back as much as I could. He placed it on the table along with the smaller plates and went back into the kitchen. I took the knife and cut out a square corner of the cake, placing it on one of the smaller plates, then taking a fork and cutting a smaller chunk off of that piece and putting it in my mouth. The liquor burned at the back of my throat while the coffee had a bitter taste, counteracted by the sweetness of the cake. I could taste that there was too much liquor in it and the cake was practically soaked in it, each slice consisting of at least a shot or more of liquor, but I didn’t care. It was utterly delicious. I had to keep myself from moaning from the sheer bliss I was experiencing.

“Well? How is it?” Pinkie asked, leaning forward with anticipation as I swallowed the piece.

“It’s heaven…” I groaned, trying to keep my unparalleled delight from emanating into my voice too much. Pinkie cheered and shouted, shooting onto her hind legs and raising her hands…ugh…hooves to the ceiling. She almost fell over while doing so, which I thought would’ve been funny to see. The rest of them started cutting off pieces and eating them, talking about how it tasted; what they liked and what they didn’t like. I didn’t participate much, seeing as I had my mouth full of cake most of the time. Despite the fact several of them expressed distaste for the cake in a few different aspects, they kept coming back for more. I told them to slow down because of the excessive amounts of alcohol in it, but they didn’t listen, possibly too enraptured in the flavor of the cake. After a short while the cake was gone. I had eaten only two slices while the rest had at least four or five and had visibly gotten a little tipsy. Everyone except for Fluttershy—who only had one piece—and Spike—who didn’t have any. I would’ve had more, but I wasn’t expecting them to eat so much of it. I wanted to save it for later and I frowned as I realized I wouldn’t be able to.

And when Twilight said they didn’t drink often, she wasn’t kidding. There I was, sitting in the middle of a bunch of drunken ponies trying to keep them from falling over. Rarity leaned over to me, almost crawling over the table and getting too close for comfort.

“Has anyone ever told you how sexy you look?” She said. I could smell the alcohol on her breath combined with something minty. At least she brushed. Spike scowled and rolled his eyes again.

“I would totally marry him just for his looks. Not to mention he’s soooooo smart.” Twilight said, almost falling over in her seat. Fluttershy began to look disgusted and shifted in her spot. I couldn’t blame her; this was getting weird.

“He’s, like, so handsome, I bet Celestia would marry him.” Said Rainbow Dash, causing them to all laugh, save Fluttershy and I. We exchanged awkward glances. She probably felt as uncomfortable as I did, maybe even more so.

“I know,” Piped up Twilight, “I’ll send Celestia a letter telling her Xavier loves her and wants to marry her.” They all started cackling again. Fluttershy straightened her spine and looked around nervously. Whoever this Celestia person was, I don’t think I would want to mess with her. Then again they could’ve been just joking around. Although I don’t remember how it feels to be drunk, it’s been a rather long while. “Spike, take up a letter.” Twilight told Spike. He hesitated for a moment, before smirking lightly and pulling out a sheet of paper and a feather pen. Where he got these items escapes me.

“Dear Princess Celestia,” Twilight began, Spike scribbling on the parchment as she spoke. “It has come to my attention a certain someone is in love with you. I’ve met him recently and I think he wants to meet you.” Fluttershy began waving her hooves to grab Twilight’s attention and stop her, but she was too busy talking to notice. I was simply interested that this place was governed by a monarchy. Twilight continued without hesitation, “He’s a handsome black Pegasus with beautiful purple eyes. If you would come to meet him as soon as possible I think he’d greatly appreciate that. Your Faithful Student, Twilight Sparkle.” Spike tossed the pen aside and rolled up the paper, breathing fire on the roll which caused it to burn and vanish. A trail of smoke wafted up from where the paper was and flew out the window as if it had had a mind of its own. The dragon put his arms behind his back, appearing satisfied with himself. Still uncertain as to what was going on, I merely sat in silence.