Author's Note

Hello!

Quick update I wanted to make because of certain individuals (You know who you are, praise the rock) so I couldn't help myself to make this small side chapter to the story which kinda sorta shifted the direction I might go with it later.

Also I feel dumb but I typoed the Fire Keeper as Firekeeper. My bad!

The Rock in the Sky

As the hours rolled along through the night the Fire Keeper barely slept. Despite being bare and having no idea where she was her first day in this strange new world was quite the experience. She learned so much about it and was amazed by everything around her.

When she discovered her newly formed eyes, having lost hers when she became a Fire Keeper, she was intrigued by everything she saw. Never before had she seen such a world of color or beauty. Granted, she never saw much after becoming Fire Keeper but what she did remember from her earliest years was nothing but dull ash and rock.

The world was so much different from what she knew. Teeming with life, water, and clean air. The land wasn’t littered with the undead or even the hollowed like she was use to. Death didn’t linger around every corner, fire wasn’t the main source of life for here and the color was so vibrant it overwhelmed her.

Stretching her arms the Fire Keeper looked down at the sleeping pony on her chest. Trixie’s blue head rested on her breasts, covering them with her mane as the unicorn slept. The woman stroked the mare's silvery locks of hair. The bed was under a large window that gave a nice view of the grand cosmos above them.

The dark blue sky was twinkling brightly with stars and a few fluffy bright clouds highlighted by the full moon which shone brightly, bathing them in light. Trixie stretched feeling her mane being touched by the Fire Keeper’s gentle touch, but continued to snooze on under the covers.

Perhaps the most amazing thing the Fire Keeper had seen thus far was her azure friend. A beautiful creature full of life and magic. It gave her hope to her own future which at the time seemed bleak.

She shift under the covers so she could get a good look at the moon, not realizing she had disturbed Trixie from her slumber. The woman wrapped her arms around Trixie like she was holding a pillow and pressed the mare's head against her breast as she looked up at the moon with a smile.

Trixie nudged the the woman’s chin with her nose to get her attention.

“Oh, hello miss Trixie. Did I disturb you?”

Trixie nodded in response to her query.

“Well, I do apologize for that. I was enjoying the sights.” The Fire Keeper said looking up to the moon again.

Trixie quirked her head looking up at the moon as well.

“You like the moon?” Trixie asked.

“Mhmm. I hath not seen a moon in many years,” The Fire Keeper admitted. “Not since I was a small child.”

Trixie’s ears twitched hearing this. “Oh? How so?” She asked intrigued. “Why’s that?”

The Firekeeper waited a minute before responding. While she trusted Trixie so far, she was still weary of her. She barely knew her and was about to reveal something very personal about herself to her. Yet, she felt comfortable with the mare. She knew Trixie had a good soul deep down, it was touched by a dark presence, but she was a good soul.

Feeling this, the Fire Keeper decided to indulge her friend’s question with an answer.

“I told thee about my becoming a Fire Keeper, yes?”

Trixie nodded again silently awaiting the woman to continue.

“Long ago I became a Fire Keeper, a tender to the flames,” She glanced down to Trixie stroking her mane and gently ran her slender fingers down her ear making Trixie purr. “I was a child when I became a Fire Keeper. I had only seen the inside of our shrine and never once stepped foot outside.”

Listening to her words, Trixie could hear the sadness in the human's voice. A hint of envy and regret lingered about, woven into the words but well hidden. Trixie being open eared could sense the hidden meaning behind the words.

*She wants to see the world.*

“-I never saw the sun, the moon, the trees, grass, water… I knew of them, but I never once saw them. Until today.”

Trixie looked up at the moon and remembered a fond memory of one of her closest friends.

Trixie lifted her head up and rested her chin between the woman's breasts looking into her eyes. Beautiful emerald eye and asked, “Did Trixie ever tell you about her friend Maud Pie?”

“No, I doth not think so. Why?”

“Sometime ago Trixie’s career as a magician hit rock bottom, and forced her to take on more… labor intensive work.” The mare said, with some hint of distaste.

“Oh you poor thing.” The Fire Keeper cooed into Trixie’s ear and wrapped her arms around the mare making her blush from the physical contact but welcomed it all the same. “That must have been terrible. Having to give up what you loved to do. I could never do that.”

Trixie internally agreed but deep down she knew it wasn’t like that. “Trixie once had a friend who loved the moon. She said it was the most beautiful thing she ever saw.”

The tone of Trixie’s voice said it all. There was a longing to see this pony again and the Fire Keeper could tell. Trixie missed her friend, clear as day.

The Fire Keeper smiled still scratching Trixie’s ears when the little unicorn glared at the woman, making her hesitate for a moment, which seemed to irritate her more.

“Trixie is fine with you scratching her ear,” The unicorn huffed. “Not that Trixie likes it though.”

Taking the hint the Fire Keeper continued to scratch behind the mare's ear. Trixie all the while continued to look up at the moon with a long distant look.

“Are you thinking about your friend?”

Trixie nodded to the Fire Keeper’s question. “Yeah, Trixie really misses her.”

“What’s her name?” The Fire Keeper asked with peaked curiosity.

Trixie shook her head three times as though she were going to start chanting a mantra before replying.

“Her name was Maud. Maud Pie.” Trixie broke her gaze to look at her human companion. “She loves rocks, and what bigger brighter, more beautiful rock is there? Trixie agrees with her too. The moon is the most beautiful rock in the world...”

Trixie paused thinking about what she said, then after she amended, “The most beautiful rock we can see.”

“Does your friend like rocks that much?”

Trixie almost immediately let out a bark of laughter surprising the Fire Keeper so that she jump a bit in the bed almost launching Trixie Off. Thankfully the little unicorn was laughing too much to notice this near blunder.

Calming herself Trixie managed to get a coherent sentence out from the giggle fested mouth.

“Yeah, … that rock loving pony loves all things rocky and made of sediments.” Trixie said waving her hoof. “She even writes poetry about rocks.”

The Fire Keeper just stared at Trixie with a blank stare of disbelief. She found it extremely difficult to fathom that anyone one, much less a pony, could love rocks so much as to write poetry about them.

“.........”

Trixie cocked her head at the woman’s blank stare. “What?”

The Fire Keeper crossed her arms across her chest, tapping her fingers on her forearm. Her look of disbelief never faltering as she did.

“Surely thou jests. No one loves rocks that much. They’re just rocks.” She said like rocks were the most boring thing in the world.

Trixie nodded. “Trixie thought so too once. You’d be surprised what you can learn from being around ponies like that.”

“... Indeed.”

The Fire Keeper rolled over on her side and rested her head on her left arm under the pillow. Trixie propped herself on the Fire Keeper’s side like she was resting on a low wall. Her hooves dangling over her friends belly offering a warmth of her exposed midsection.

“Trixie was thinking, when we leave Ponyville I want to take you to meet my friend Maud,” She said to the Fire Keeper. “Trixie thinks you’d like her.”

The Fire Keeper nodded slowly saying, “I’d like that.”

She then closed her heavy eyes drifting slowly into a deep sleep. Trixie took a minute to nestle herself against the Fire Keeper’s back, wrapping herself in the end of the coves. Her soft fur brushed against the woman's back as she turned making her shiver from the tickling sensation that followed and shot her eyes wide open.

Trixie was too tired by now to notice and the Fire Keeper was too tired to do anything about it other than let out a soft giggle before resting her eyes closed again. Now back to back the two allowed themselves to fall into the realm of dreams. Both dreams wonderful dreams that night under the watchful eye of the moon, until the sun rose the next day.