Of all of the ponies that could have been chosen to be a pioneer among the humans, Perique Blend was the least likely choice--amateur poet, tobacconist, former farmfilly. She didn't ask to leave. It wasn't her choice.

It's been a decade since anyone saw her, a decade without any contact between Perique and home. Until out of the blue, Princess Twilight Sparkle finds a letter addressed to her on her doorstep with part of an old manuscript inside and absolutely no explanation.

These are the Lost Verses.

Art by Huussii.
Tags added as story progresses/poems are added/interludes happen.
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