The Cruelest City

Delicacy and SkyWalker hurried to the cloudy home. The pegasus mare was terrified that her baby had been taken. Thrown of the edge of the city. Cut up and turned into rainbows...Delicacy shook her head. THAT was ridiculous. There was no way even a brutal city like Cloudsdale would ever to that. Fear was making her crazy.

             The light blue pony burst open the door and flew in. Marcus was rocking the baby in an attempt to calm the crying foal. It was strange it seemed, that a doctor who specialized in delivery and care of goals would be so clueless on how to calm them.

              Out of pure instinct  she snatched her son from his arms and nursed him. After a few minutes she realized that Marcus and SkyWalker were watching her. She blushed profusely, embarrassed at this was the first thing that head when their new nanny visited.

               To her surprise, SkyWalker smiled.

      "Oh don't worry. It's completely natural. I'm  impressed with your instincts. I know you'll be a perfect mother." Her reassuring tone soothed Delicacy and her frazzled nerves. She rocked her foal gently emerald eyes looking into emerald eyes. Soon, the foals eyes closed. SkyWalker looked impressed.

        "Perfect, now, all you need is the spell." Her horn glowed and so did Fighter. Miraculously, the colt stayed asleep. SkyWalker looked at her. " Do you have a cradle?" When Delicacy nodded she followed up with, "An earth one?" Delicacy shook her head and blushed.  Marcus then piped up,

          "I'll get it! From the foal care center! 8 bits right?" And dashed off. Delicacy was staring at her hooves blushing profusely. SkyWalker help Delicacy's head up with her hoof.

           "Is he the real father?"

           "N-n-o. No. He's not. H-h-he was a unicorn." SkyWalker gave her another reassuring smile, steering he toward the kitchen. She held Fighter in one hoof, cooked with the other, and used her horn. Soon she had a delicious sandwich ready for the pegasus mare. She asked to here her story.

             "Wellllll. Okay. But, it's not pretty.  My job is making snowflakes for the cities. WeP stopped in Hoofington to start winter. I went down to buy supplies and I ran into this stallion. He was obviously a soldier for the way he spoke, the way he held himself, how he helped me up, but.....I saw more in his emerald eyes. I saw loneliness and kindness and compassion. I saw love and need behind a loyal Equestrian solider. We started 'hanging out' as you might put it. Every moment we spent together made me more in love with him. When he told me he loved me, I wanted nothing more than to be with him forever. But I couldn't. I'm sure your familiar with Cloudsdales' laws. Even if I could ever afford the fine, I knew the would always stalk me. Sergeant, that was his name, told me they would hunt me down, kill me even. So, we 'hung out' one last time. For real. Not just milkshakes and walks like it always was. The next morning, I found out I was pregnant. When he found out, he made me swear, for me and the foal's safety, I never told. Guess I broke it, but I know I can trust you. This necklace that I always wear, was the last thing he gave me. The last time I ever saw him. That stallion, his name is Marcus by the way, was my best friend. I'm sure he always knew. But he never told me. He kept it a secret until today. It seems like so much has happened. But I guess I'M a fighter too." Delicacy finished her story, tears in her eyes. She felt so much better, telling the story she never told. SkyWalker brushed her tears away.

           Just then Marcus came in holding the cradle. He saw Delicacy's silent tears and rushed over to her. Her brushed them away too, but not as delicately and SkyWalker had. He led her to bed and closed the door. SkyWalker had put the crib in small the nursery and was rocking the foal to sleep. Marcus sniffed and made himself a sandwich. He smiled. Delicacy's foal....no THEIR foal would be safe.