Mondays Are Fun (note the sarcasm)
Breeze Chaser took a deep breath as the bell rang. Sitting before her was a group of ponies that was significantly smaller than it should have been.
“Why are there only three of you? You really shouldn’t be that scared of presentations. Half of you fall asleep during them,” she declaimed.
A snarl was heard from the other side of the door to the classroom. With wide eyes and a cautious stance, she got up from her desk and pushed the door open. Facing away from her was the school’s newest student - a pony-dragon hybrid by the name of Draconic Blaze. Unfortunately, the dragon side of him could get a bit ‘possessive’ of this particular classroom. Maybe it was the gold plated objects that littered the shelves or the dragon’s stone around her neck, but either way, this behavior had to stop.
“Blaze, I really don’t appreciate you keeping my students away. Snap out of it, buddy,” Breeze chastised, clapping her hooves in front of him. His eyes remained fixed in front of him, his pupils dilated. It was then that she noticed the sword pointed directly at him - the hilt being held by a golden glow. ‘Well, that’s one way to spice up a Monday,’ she thought.
The two seemed at an impasse - locked in each other’s gaze. Blaze had been taken over completely by his natural instinct whilst Abyssal Shield must’ve known that to lower his sword would give an open invitation for an attack. To use it would mean certain and immediate expulsion. Celestia help him if that happened. Thestrals generally did not do well in the area of anger management, and his dad was no exception.
Breeze turned to the students behind her and nodded her head to the side, indicating for them to move into the farthest corner of the room, high above any danger. She then pushed her way into the hall, careful not to graze Blaze’s shoulder. She closed the door behind her.
“I’m going to have to tell you again to calm down a bit, buddy. Everything is fine. Abyssal, lower your weapon,” she said firmly
“But-”
“LOWER YOUR WEAPON!” she yelled. She instantly regretted doing so. A loud screech sounded from Blaze. She jumped forward, knocking Abyssal to the ground just before a burst of orange fire spouted above their heads. The other students ran in terror as guards filled the hallway.
Among them was Steam Gleam, Abyssal’s mother and guard to the princess herself. This meant two things; Abyssal Shield was in big trouble, and soon, if her highness followed, Breeze Chaser would be as well.
‘I have to think of a way out of here!’ she thought, closing her eyes.
The guards moved slowly toward the now still Draconic Blaze. He slowly lowered to the ground submissively hanging his head.
“It seems the situation has handled itself,” Steam said curtly. “Abyssal, sweetie, are you hurt?”
“Thankfully, no. I’m okay,” he reassured
“What were you thinking? There are a great many guards and teachers you could have alerted.”
He lowered his head in shame.
“Miss Chaser, please gather the rest of the students for questioning. This has gone on long enough. Celestia will see you about this in the morning,” she concluded, walking into the classroom with her son in tow.
***
Breeze Chaser planted her head on the table in the middle of the teacher’s lounge.
“Buck up. What’s the matter? Is this about those two rapscallions who engaged in a bit of fisticuffs this morning?” Blade Crumwell asked, concerned. “The downhill strides of this generation are not your fault.”
Blade was an older stallion with a cream coat and gray mane. He always managed to have something to say. At least it was better than not saying much at all, which was exactly what the navy blue mare across from her did.
“I hope they’re okay,” Glitter Fantasy said quietly.
“They are,” she reassured, her voice muffled by the table. “I can’t say the same for the lockers behind them, though. No doubt they’ve resolidified by now.”
“Resolidified?!” asked the other two ponies in unison.
“Yeah. That dragon of ours melted the front of four lockers and set fire to some of the students’ papers. Granted, it helped the administration discover where all that Ketamine has been coming from, but that’s not the point.”
The bell rang, filling the halls outside with students.
“That’s my cue. Thank Celestia this is my last class of the day. I’ll see you all at the high-tea,” she said with a sigh, opening the door. “Oh! And if you see Inkpots, tell her she owes me ten bits. The Ket belonged to a senior, not a freshman.”
***
Breeze Chaser opened the door to her simple cloud home above Canterlot, happy that the day was over. She collapsed onto the couch and closed her eyes.
“Hey, honey, how was work?” Comet Chaser whispered softly, laying in front of her.
“Uuuuuuugggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhh,” she groaned into the cushion.
“That bad, huh?” he asked, smiling. He always thought it was cute when she did that.
“Guess who got into a fight again?” she asked, raising her head and burying it into his shoulder.
“Who did he get into a fight with this time?” he asked with a knowing smile.
“Abyssal Shield,” she answered, idly stroking his foreleg
“That’s the gray one with the cool bracelet, right?”
“Yeah,” she sighed. “His mom is in the royal guard. She personally came to tell me that the Royalist of Sunbutts will see me about it tomorrow morning. I’m so dead. Well, not as dead as Golden Ticket. That dude’s toast. Smuggling drugs into school is one thing, but smuggling into the school of the deity of the sun? The PTA will be frenzying over this for months!”
“Did you win the bet?” he asked, suddenly excited.
“Yep. I got ten bits out of her,” she said triumphantly. “How was your day?”
“It was pretty slow, actually, considering there haven’t been any coronations recently,” he said with a wink.
“Are you ever going to let me live that down?” she blushed. “What else was I supposed to do? The tickets sold out almost instantly and a teacher like me certainly wasn’t going to get an invitation. What harm is there in watching through the window?”
“The profit from those tickets was donated to the Equestrian Literary Foundation, helping homeless foals learn to read,” he stated bluntly. “All four princesses agreed that it was a good idea.”
“Yeah, but I donated to them later,” she defended.
“How much?” he asked, raising his eyebrow.
“Five bits,” he mumbled, turning away.
“That’s it?” he laughed. “Each ticket was worth at least 50 bits, and some of the nobility insisted they donate more ‘in honor of the princess.’”
“The lady at the donation center was rude. She was too busy counting the bits from the coronation to distribute the books stacking up behind her. I even tried to donate books. She told me to fuck off. I brought rain clouds over her house for three days and reported her,” she said, luxuriating in her own little bit of victory. “The fine from the weather team was worth it.”
Comet continued to laugh, wiping a tear from his eye. “You never told me that part.”
“Yeah, I did. You just don’t remember,” she looked him in the eye for a moment, before booping his nose. “Hey baaaabbbyyyyy? Do you loooooooove me?”
“Of course I do,” he responded, nuzzling her. “What do you want?”
“Can we not cook tonight? I want Hay Burger,” she pleaded.
“It’s so bad for you. Wouldn’t you rather eat something here at the house?” he reasoned.
“Let’s compromise - we go to the Tasty Treat and I’ll pay,” she bargained. “I’m going to eat Fru-Fru food tomorrow night. Right now, I want something real.”
“First of all, we’re married and we share finances, so it really doesn’t matter who pays. Second, my food is real. Finally, the Tasty Treat sounds wonderful.”
Author's Note
Woo! Look at me! I'm writing again!
Shout-out to my boyfriend who encouraged me to continue, and whom Comet Chaser is based on.
Stay beautiful my friends,
Forestpip
