They were at it again.

Every night, they would do this, and every night Sireen would have to fight her primal urges to not bite their heads off. Of all the jobs Sireen had taken up until now, this one rose instantly to the top of her list as the least pleasant. Her job was fairly simple, guard the property, guard Mrs. Fuzzdrought, or guard her husband Mr. Longpea.

He was a stallion of average build, with lime green fur and a blue hued mane that seemed very out of place on his modest frame, but properly groomed at all times. When he'd met Sireen his demeanor had turned sour in an instant and he begrudgingly nodded to her with a simple but snide "Hello."

As it stood her job was very easy in the physical sense. Sometimes Mrs. Fuzzdrought would have her run an errand like delivering letters or small packages to a few nearby facilities. Other times she would ask for assistance reaching something on a higher shelf in the kitchens, but for the most part Sireen didn't actually have to do much but watch out for baddies and make sure Mr. Longpea didn't pilfer the pantry of all its sweets.

Mentally though....

Sireen could tell she was straining to keep her cool. Every night since she'd started the job, the husband and wife would lock themselves in the study room with her just off in the corner....and argue.

Argue, argue, and for a refreshing change, argue! That's all they did when in each other's company. One would seriously question why they were married at all if not for their titles and age. As Mrs. Fuzz put it, she and her husband were of an era where it was considered an honor to be married off to another in support of the family's financial security.

Love had nothing to do with their connection, as Sireen had learned when she’d been ordered to guard the hallway outside their separate bedrooms. That had been rather awkward for her. She had been under the impression that, given their circumstances, the two ponies might have a better love life than their business side.

She was wrong. They hated each other with unbridled passion.

And so another day had gone by with them at each other's throats, unable to come to terms with each other's presence. As Sireen watched Mr. Longpea slam the office door, and Mrs. Fuzzdrought sigh and rub her temples in frustration, she felt almost guilty for letting out a sigh of relief as silence took over the room.

"How do you do that?" Mrs. Fuzzdrought asked leaning back in her chair with a huff.

So much for silence...Sireen thought.

"Do what ma'am?" Sireen stood from her position by the curtain and began to slowly open her wings, letting the muscles lose their tension. At her desk, Mrs. Fuzzdrought flailed her hooves in annoyance.

"How do you stay like that for hours!? One spot, one pose, unmoving as the statues in my garden! And so silently too! I almost forgot you were even present in the room, except when you startled me when you sighed once or twice." The pudgy mare groaned and slouched deeper into her desk chair. Sireen closed her wings and began to bend low to the floor, stretching similarly to how a cat does.

"All night guard are taught the value of silence, and then the power of patience." Sireen stood and noticed she was half way into the shadows of the nearby window, and couldn't help but flash her teeth at Mrs. Fuzzdrought.

"Although I would be lying if I said these late night...discussions weren't wearing thin on my abilities to do so."

At that Mrs. Fuzzdrought grunted, neither frowning at Sireen nor smiling.

"Agreed. These chats have been grating on me ever since I married that oaf."

I don't know, you could do well to have a few more pounds grated in my opinion.....Sireen smirked, and immediately felt the eyes of her employer fall on her.

"What? What is so humorous?"

Sireen flicked an ear and walked up next to the desk to sit in the moonlight.

"I will refrain from answering that ma'am, but if I may, why did you marry him? You two seem to be at each other's throats day in and day out."

Silence.

"Ma'am?"

The orange mare sat up and slowly craned her neck, trying to pop it. After a moment or two she was rewarded with a heavy popping sound and a sigh escaped her lips.

"I will refrain from answering that, as the only pony's throat you should worry about are your enemies."

Sireen narrowed her eyes in annoyance and watched as Mrs. Fuzzdrought stood, stretched, then both mares exited the study and fell into a trot together down the long ornate hallways. Each room they passed was lavishly decorated with expensive furniture and beautiful paintings on the walls. When Sireen had first set foot in the house she was positive that her captain hadn't been joking when he'd mentioned a pay raise.

While it had only been three days since her job switch, Sireen had already gotten used to the decor and the layout of the house. She knew where all the doors led to, what windows were lockable and not, and even where two secret passages were, although it appeared that neither Mrs. Fuzzdrought nor her husband knew they existed. During one of her breaks she had checked them out, only to be disappointed when they led to an old empty four pony bunker, and an extra pantry with some extremely old canned vegetables on an old rickety wooden shelf. When she'd shown them to Mrs. Fuzzdrought, The mare had been overly pleased with the findings, but only because now she had a place to hide all her treats from her thieving husband.

Sireen sorely wished she hadn't brought it up. Still, getting to see the profound confusion that spread across Mr.Longpea's face as he beheld a pantry devoid of sweats and desserts the very next evening helped her accept her choice a little easier. Every night he would "sneakily" try to get past Sireen and into the kitchen to pilfer the pantry of its produce, only to be met with a veritable wall of healthy meals and canned food. In the end Mr. Longpea had started purchasing his own treats instead of resorting to petty theft.

As they walked down the hall Sireen watched as her charge groaned and rolled her neck in pain.

"Everything alrigh--"

"Yes, yes, I’m fine thank you!" Sireen fell silent after that, catching wind of the annoyance in the mare's voice. Mrs. Fuzzdrought chuckled dryly as the pair angled around a corner that led them to the living quarters.

"Honestly, you think I’m weak enough to let some sore muscles stop me? I would hardly let anything stop me from being the stronger pony in this household, you know, barring the military mare standing beside me of course." Sireen merely raised a brow at that and kept her frown present. Mrs. Fuzzdrought sneered.

"Oh please, don't give me that look, it's hardly befitting of a mare with your limited skills to be glaring at her employer like that."

The brow arched significantly higher at that, but Mrs. Fuzz paid it no mind as she trotted into her chambers.

"Now, it has been a harsh day and I'm sure you are just as tired as I if not more from your heavy work load, so be off with you. Guard the hall and check the gate every so often for Jerald. If that lanky lard of failure shows up I'll tan his hide for leaving, but I do owe him bits and he will want them, the lesser ponies always do. Good eve to you, Sireen."

As the door clicked shut in front of Sireen, the bat pony mare's face went through several emotions in the span of a few seconds. Anger, disgust, relief, but mostly exhaustion. Her night had only started a few hours prior and already it was enough to drive her into a screaming fit. She paused for a moment at the mare's door, thinking that it might not be a bad idea to screech right through the door and startle the old mare, but Sireen's urges dwindled the moment she remembered what elite ponies like Mrs. Fuzzdrought could do to her reputation and life.

All it took were a few bits in the right hoof and she'd be out of Luna's service. She had seen first hoof that these two weren't lacking in the wealth department.

As Sireen walked down the hall that led to the main foyer, she thought back to her fruitless search for Iron Crest's real home address, as well as the history behind the house fire that had plausibly claimed the life of his past wife and mate. While not guarding the elite ponies, she had spent a few morning hours searching through records at the local library. She couldn't search long because when the sun came up her body literally would start dozing off, and rather suddenly too. It was an affliction of her that was not to be taken lightly. All trainees in Luna's service were taught this the hard way: They were instructed to stay awake all through the night and then try to stay awake through the day for as long as they could manage.

At first some questioned why this was so important to be taught, but apparently some never learned and a few years back, a few went flying while the sun was up. Needless to say a few fatal accidents later and Luna made it a mandatory training regimen. Sireen knew her limits and had to work while she could before her body decided to revolt and send her off to dream land.

Dubbed "Sarosian Sleep Disorder", it was what caused bat ponies to simply vanish during the daytime. Any bat ponies found out during the morning hours would either rapidly fall asleep as the sun hit their pelts or they would immediately get drowsy and sluggish to the point of collapsing. Since her return from banishment, Princess Luna had tried to remove the curse that Nightmare Moon had imbued Sireen's ancestors with, but it appeared even she couldn't undo the change.

As such, it left Sireen with very limited time off to do research.

Sadly, for all three days of her work, she did not have much to show for progress. The records indicated that the fire was caused by an arsonist who had later confessed to the crime when they'd found out that someone had died because of it. Sireen had also learned about the deceased mare's name. Named Noble Crest, she was the deceased mother of Crisp Words, and the late wife of Iron Crest. She worked at the castle during the evenings and sometimes ended up home late. This both piqued Sireen's curiosity and her interest.

Iron Crest had also stated that his job made him work later into the night, but now it sounded like that wasn't the only reason he stayed up so late. As for where the father son duo lived now, Sireen had no idea. He hadn't updated his address forms since moving, and Sireen actually wondered if that was a violation or not. If it was, she could totally use it as a way to get a hold of him, but it would be a last resort.

Still, Sireen wasn't about to give up. She'd wait until her time at the current post would be up and then find out if she could transfer back to the forest position. With any luck Iron Crest and Crisp words would still be hanging around in hopes that she'd return.

Sireen exited out onto the walkway that lead to the large iron gate. Instead of opening the rusty heap of metal and potentially waking anyone in the apartments across the street, she flipped open her wings and silently flapped over them to land on the cobbled sidewalk that sat in front of the manor. This was by far her favorite part of the job so far. It was quiet, late at night, and she was on a street with barely any lamp light. The only seedy characters she'd seen hanging around the block when she'd arrived had taken one look at her and had immediately vacated their usual haunts.

So, in a sense, she had just what she wanted. Peace.

Opening her mouth, the mare let out a large hiss of air and flexed her wings.

"Aaaaah, I can finally breathe again..." She whispered to herself. The nearby lamp above her flickered. It bathed the cobblestones and Sireen with a warm but not overbearing orange light. Above her in the apartment windows, Sireen could make out the tell tale signs of paper drawings taped to the inside of a nearby window. She'd seen them on her first visit to the home he now protected but had never gotten a close up look. She also never saw the owners of the apartment, or any other, as most were either tucked away inside their homes or presumably out in town while she guarded the gate.

Her eyes fell to the drawings again, and she thought of Crisp Words. He'd never said anything about being an artist, but from what she could tell of foals his age, it was that all of them had at least one or two doodles lying about in their arsenal of toys and bedroom items. Some chose to show them off proudly, while others got very embarrassed about being put in the lime light. Sireen chuckled to herself and opened her wings, intent on sneaking a peek at the scribbles when she saw movement out of the corner of her left eye.

Instantly she stopped moving and slanted her gaze to the road on her left. The lamp lights were slowly flickering into darkness as the sun made it closer to rising. Their sporadic shut offs made it hard to spot where it had occurred, but she had most certainly seen something move. Folding her wings closed against her sides, Sireen stood and watched the road, and her eyes saw everything.

A whisper of smoke from the nearby sewer vent.

A piece of paper gently gliding off the top of a building to fall listless to the road below.

An aluminum can rolling gently back and forth under the light of a lamp farther down.

For a while nothing else moved. The paper met the slightly damp cobblestones and lay still. Here and there the lamps flickered on and off as power rerouted from their central units to elsewhere in the city, and the soda can started rolling forward, only to stop against the curbside. Swiveling her tufted ears in different directions, Sireen listened closely for anything odd or out of place, but after several moments of holding her breath, all she heard was the release of air from between her lips as she let go and relaxed.

"It must have been a sewer rat or something..." Sireen scratched her chin with the claw on her wing for a moment and then went back to staring forward at the bakery directly across the street from Mrs. Fuzzdrought's house. She could tell by the energy buildup in her body that she had hoped it was something more, that way she might be able to blow off some steam and frustration.

A few more minutes out on the cobblestones and Sireen felt like she should head back and check on her charges. It was clear that whatever the two elite were worried about was purely cause by tension and paranoia. Now that she thought about it more, neither the contract, nor Mrs. Fuzzdrought for that matter, had cared to mention what it was that had them so worried that they would hire a bat pony to guard them while they slept.

Feeling like there were some gaps in her contract, Sireen decided she'd have them filled in in the morning before she left for the barracks. As she opened her wings and ascended into the air she caught sight of the drawings once more. She smiled, and angled around to float near the window. At first she peered past the art into the room to make sure no one was awake or present. Her eyes first fell on the nearby bed, it sheets were made neatly and it looked like it hadn't been touched all night actually. Her sight traveled next to the doorway where the edges of a darkened opening and empty hallway came to meet her sight. Verifying that the room was indeed empty, Sireen let her eyes refocus on the closest objects of desire.

Two drawings hung before her. One was obviously put up hastily because the entire paper was almost sideways. The tape had been mashed against the window with a hoof print far smaller than hers surrounding the adhesive. Sireen gently lifted her hoof to the print, shadowing it with her own as her hoof gently tapped the window's surface. Perhaps she could still feel the warmth from the young one's print--

Cold glass met the underside of her hoof, and Sireen immediately sucked in her breath and withdrew her leg. Her eyes fell to the picture. Like any doodle, it left any other creature with artistic skills with a grimace, and something to be desired. Firstly and foremost, it was certainly lacking in anatomical accuracy. The second issue was the colors used on the figures present. While Sireen was certain that they were meant to convey the two regal sisters, Celestia and Luna, the bat pony mare was almost certain that her royal night Sovereign did not have grass green in her blue mane. She was also quite certain that the artist had made quite an interesting error when it came to the size of Celestia's wings as they were massive compared to the rest of the Alicorn.

...and her rump for that matter, Sireen thought with a wry smirk. Although maybe that part isn't inaccurate...

She then looked at the next image. This time being properly angled, the picture was of a pony standing on a tall grassy slope underneath a large shaded oak tree. They were facing away from the viewer, and had their eyes set on a nearby mountain range that was capped with snow. The big difference with this picture that Sireen noticed, was that whoever had drawn it was either a lot older, or had made sure to stay accurate with their lines and colors, to the best of their meager artistic abilities. Sireen hummed pleasantly at the image, it seemed nice and peaceful, and she wondered if it was of a place the artist had visited before.

A sound met Sireen's ears, pulling her from her musings and she looked out over the neighborhood, hoping to catch the sound again. A mere two seconds ticked by and the sound came again, making Sireen blink in confusion. That was the clock tower near the middle if the merchant's district, it usually struck its tones closer to twelve though. Sireen flipped her left ear back and looked into the bedroom window for a clock, finding one on the nearby wall she almost chirped in surprise.

Twelve fifteen? How long have I been out here?

Shaking her head in slight annoyance she flew over the gate and then glided to the doorway, opening it, she paused and glanced back at the window and its drawings once more before letting a smile crest her lips as she departed back into the silent halls of Mrs. Fuzzdrought's home.

As the door clicked shut behind her, a can rolled aimlessly down the side of the road, and a paper flipped about in a gentle breeze, content to allow silence to take over the streets once more.

…………………………..

"I don't give a flying can of beans what you think we should have done, those assets were set aside for specific reasons and once again you used them for your own selfish desires!"

"Why the nerve! You dare pin this mockery of financial error on my part!? Who was it who bought fifty pounds of canned sprouts last week? Certainly not me!"

"They were on sale! What was I supposed to do? Let a bargain slip by while you empty our pantry of its valuable vittles!?"

A harsh bark of laughter from one side of the desk broke Sireen from her intense staring contest with the ceiling beams. Nearby, two ponies were arguing about the latest discrepancy in their finances, and Sireen?

She couldn't care less.

"Oh so suddenly cake and candy are valuable? That is a rather unsurprising discovery coming from both ponies across from me--oh wait, that second one is your belly!"

A hoof stamping against the desk loudly, and Sireen blinked.

Dammit so close to winning....

"D-don't you DARE bring my weight into this matter you loafing oaf of a leech! Why, half those treats were scarfed by none other than the jolly green giant sitting in front of me, oops, that's my husband!"

Sireen refocused her eyes on the next ceiling beam.

Round two....fight!

She glared at it.

"Why you petulant mare, your mouth is getting too big for your muzzle! Why don't you do us all a favor and shut the dam of stupidity now before we all drown in wasted brain cells!"

A squeak of chair wheels rolling and a sudden hefty thump on the carpet made Sireen blink again, she twitched an ear and growled slightly, changing to the last wood beam above the trio.

Final round...fight!

"Oh well look who is talking! If anyone could shut the dam, it'd be you!" A slow sarcastic clopping of hooves.

"Finally a compliment from the river of hatred, at least some pony recognizes strength when they see it!"

Sireen was so close to winning, she could feel the wood above her balking under the pressure of her intimidating gaze.

"Strength, yes. You’re about as strong as a pig and almost as intelligent!"

A momentary mountain of mutual muttering.

Oooh, fatality.

Sireen finally stood and flared her wings rather flamboyantly, catching both ponies by their breaths and silencing the room for a brief moment. She took that sweet moment to yawn and stretch her front legs and jaw, taking care to slowly widen her mouth in an angle where both Mr. Longpea and Mrs. Fuzzdrought could get a rather nice showing of her canines and their close brothers and sisters, before snapping her teeth shut sharply and glaring at them.

"While this is rather nice and all, this bonding you two are doing, I have to use the restroom, otherwise my dam will break and I don't think either of you would appreciate my personal input on these matters."

With her standing made clear, Sireen exited out into the hallway and close the door with a gentle click. She managed to get four steps away before the bloodletting began anew. She sighed, groaned, and growled as she made her way into the filly's room. If she was lucky, one would get stuck with a staple (Mrs. Fuzzdrought's favored weapon of choice) in an unsavory place and Sireen would have several days of peace and quiet.

The sound of two bedroom doors slamming shut came back to her and she thumped her head into the nearby wall.

That worked too. With the two riotous rough-housers in their respectful rooms, it meant her night would be peaceful until dawn when she had to return to her barracks. Maybe she could plead her case to the captain about the utter insanity of this household and get an early saving grace from the hell that was this home. Sadly, if she knew anything about the captain, he'd sit her down, lecture her on proper patience and practicality, and then boot her out the door. He also did not have the power to switch her from her position immediately unless gaining direct approval from Princess Luna.

An unlikely occurrence, but one she was now seriously contemplating testing out.

As Sireen exited into the hall and wandered down to the gate, she thought of the previous morning and the rather interesting thing she'd discovered. She had just returned back home to find a letter on her bed from an unknown recipient. When she'd opened the letter, all that it said was:

"I WILL MEET YOU WHEN TIME IS IN THE MIDDLE. HOLD ON A LITTLE LONGER."
-- FD

Sireen flipped the letter over in hopes that whoever this "FD" was, they had left something else besides the weird note. Sadly her secret messenger remained a mystery all through the day and up till now. Sireen knew it wasn't Iron Crest or his son, as neither one of them had such exemplary writing skills, or matching initials but she was lost as to who could have sent it.

Firstly, after asking around to her fellow guard, none of them had actually seen when the note arrived. Secondly, those who were present said that it was like one second the letter wasn't there, and the next, it was.

So magic must have been involved, and high level magic no less.

Sireen had done some spell research after that, and had found that currently the guard barracks had a low level defense shield running through the walls, thus impeding teleportation spells and most heavy magic. She also found out, that to bypass this barrier, one had to either know the password, or be so strong that they could slip through unnoticed. The first option was far more likely to be true, as most unicorns did not have enough power to break through one of Princess Luna's shields, low level or not, and thus would instead try to obtain the password.

The problem lay in why they didn't wait for her to return it to deliver it personally. All mail carriers, when delivering important documents were ordered and regulated to meet the occupant in person, so that any discrepancies with the delivery were on a first hoof account. Without a pony present to give her the letter, Sireen fell back on the assumption that whoever had gotten through, either snuck in, or forced their way through.

Even so....

For starters, Sireen knew that with forty some odd bat ponies around, sleeping or otherwise, a ward breach spell would have woken them instantly with an ear piercing alarm. Also, even if the alarm was never triggered, bat ponies had extremely acute senses. They could hear, smell, taste, see, and feel things far better than normal soldiers and especially compared to the average citizen. Some of her surrounding guard even had cutie marks with skills that made their hearing or smell almost four times as good as a regular bat pony.

So either they cast a set of spells to hide their presence and break in....or they had clearance and no pony remembered who it was?

Sireen had gotten a head ache just thinking about it and had given up trying to deduce the answer to her mystery note.

After sitting in her usual spot by the gate, checking for any disagreeable variables near her, and verifying that she truly was alone, the bat pony mare slumped her shoulders and groaned, allowing her wings to droop to her feet and her head to hang low.

"Worse day so far...."

She half expected to get a reply from some unknown force but fate had other plans and her hopeful returned comment never came. For about three hours Sireen sat there, unable to really grasp at anything of interest to think about. Her mind fell into a loll and her eyes wandered around the empty streets. She did notice that the aluminum can she'd spotted earlier in the week was closer to her position. She chuckled, and stood. It seemed better than anything else she could do. Trotting over to it she lifted a foreleg and gave it a firm kick. Her eyes trailed after it as the silver object sailed up into the air and into the darkness of the alley way to her right.

Well crap, I made my only form of fun disappear into the--

There was a soft hum of magic from the shadows, and the can came flying out of the alley, bouncing, tottering, and slowly spinning to a stop in front of Sireen's hooves. Sireen had suddenly stopped breathing, her eyes locked on where she'd caught the magical glow, it was slightly off to the right of the alley, but even with her vision enhanced she couldn't see into the dark area...no, she should be able to see into the alley just fine, but she couldn't make out more than a few feet before blackness blotted out the rest.

"....Who is in there, come out of the shadows. NOW." Sireen made sure her voice was not jolly or gentle, it was firm. It held power, showing she wasn't playing around. For a moment or two, nothing happened. Sirene took a step forward and went to speak when magic sprouted to life in the alleyway. This time it was off in the left corner, and was barely visible. The can at Sireen's feet slowly lifted up, and wiggled in front of her snout, almost playfully for a moment before Sireen growled and smacked it back to the ground with her hoof.

"Answer me! Who are you?"

The magic stopped abruptly and the alley fell silent.

SIreen paused, waiting for something, a reply, some magic, anything!

She got no reply. Suckling in her breath Sireen marched forward into the shadows and looked around. The alley had a set of trash cans, and a large dumpster to her right. On her left was an iron door that led into one of the warehouses. When she tried the door it was locked tight. Sighing and looking once more, she verified that the alley was indeed empty now. Lifting her snout she closed her eyes and drew in the scents around her, quickly recognizing the tell tale scent of ozone as a spell was cast.

Darn....who was that?

As she exited out onto the street again, her eyes fell on the can, and to her surprise she noticed part of it was shimmering faintly. Her ears perked up at that and she used a wing to scoop the can up and turn it over. Scribbled right across a clean and bare part of the can in magical letters, were the initials "FD" and an address.

Sireen blinked in confusion, the address was....right across the street? Slowly, Sireen walked over to the brick wall that was attached to the bakery, and looked at the roster of apartment numbers. Sure enough, the address written on the can matched up with one of the apartment numbers in the above levels of the building.

"...Why would you give me an address that I have no use for?" Sireen murmured, looking down at the can. The faint magical glow had receded slightly but was still present, which meant whoever was casting it had to be nearby. To her surprise, as she spoke, the letters disappeared and were replaced with new ones. Sireen read them aloud.

"NEW HOME ADDRESS." Sireen flipped her ears back in annoyance.

"This is not where I live FD, I live at the barracks...do...do you live here?"

The can shimmered, and new words appeared.

"NOPE." A growl tore itself from Sireen's lips and she stamped a hoof I to the cobblestones, wincing as the sound bounced around in the night. Sireen subconsciously fell to a hushed whisper, sitting and holding the can with both hooves like it was something precious.

"Seriously? Stop being so vague and answer my question! Who lives here?"

Another shimmer. New words.

"CAN'T." Sireen growled deeper and almost threw the can down in frustration. She managed to quell her rage by focusing her energy into flapping her wings, allowing herself to hover next to the building.

"You will answer my question now or so help me I'll sniff you out and drag your scrawny ass into the street by the nape of your mane buster!"

The can hummed for a moment but then fell still, the words cleared and then reappeared.

"I CAN'T---Errrg! Why not!?"

The can hummed again and Sireen peered close to read the smaller then normal text.

"... Not... not enough space on can?" Sireen snarled and face hoofed before shaking the can like it was a personification of all her problems.

"Well why did you use a freaking soda can to chat with me!?" Sireen hadn't noticed but by now she had flown halfway up the height of the building and was rather close to a window, she caught sight of the pony sleeping within the apartment and backed up to distance herself from the home. She settled on the top of Mrs. Fuzzdrought's peach tree and glared at the can.

It hummed. Even smaller writing this time

"Hit horn with can, broke spell."

"Grrrrr, okay then just cancel your stupid spell and meet me in person! Trust me I don't bite....hard..."

Another hum.

"CAN'T, POSITION COMPROMISED!?" She couldn't believe what had happened tonight, she was sitting in a peach tree arguing with a soda can for Luna's sake! She poked the can and snarled.

"Alright you little punk, play your little games, but at least answer me this, WHO.LIVES.OVER.THERE? Do not answer with 'I can't'. Answer that and I will leave you and your magical little can of crap alone, okay?" She kept her glare up until the can hummed again. She looked down.

".......SORRY, I CAN'T, YOU KNOW WHO---OOOOH THAT IS IT!!" Sireen lobbed the can over the wall and snapped her wings closed with an angry growl.

"I have just about had it with you petty ponies and your preposterously pesky petulance! If you want to talk with me pony to pony that is fine, but we are not talking through some soda can like it's the Lunar Cold War era!"

For several moments Sireen sat there huffing with her forelegs crossed in indignation....before she suddenly blinked, realized what she had just done and groaned, burying her head in her hooves with drooped ears.

"Now I sound like Mrs. Fuzzbutt......great."

The can hummed.

Author's Note

X3 illove Sireen, really I do.

....she's just so cute when she gets flustered!

sorry it took so long to update, I work as a commission artist and bills com first over story stuff o.O I went back and edited the previous chapters of obviously horrible mistakes. however, if you see any glaring errors please feel free to point them out to me and I will fix them ^^ thanks, and enjoy!