Splitting aMid the Night

There you are again. I have finally lost it all.

No more than I have lost you.

I had thought you gone forever.

Eternity is a silly thing, night princess. To some, death is but a door into times you could not yet fathom. Do not miss the path home.

You were not as patronising before. Why do you expect I would go wrong?

Because you did. You will. Nothing leads around it. If you know better, you are of no interest. But you do not.

Scenic route. It always calms me down after I save some lives.

One would be surprised how often you do. Your skill is admirable. It always was. Still there is blood on your hooves.

Canterlot passed by Midnight. Soon she reached her well-known alley, the odd bend the road took to loop back into the city. Other than almost stumbling over the candle next to the door, there was nothing holding her back.

"You are back." Her father came out of the kitchen just as she tried to enter it. They collided into a hug, just a tiny one. "I assume that blood is not your own?"

"Is it ever?" Midnight pushed past him and reached to the sink to clean herself. "You would think that a master level spell would stem the bleeding faster, but they still mess me up every time." She realised only then how much blood there was; Even her chest was coated and stuck together. "Well, shower time."

"I remember there being a spell for this. Did you not study it one day?" His horn lit up, but the glow soon dissipated when she refused to stand still.

"Maybe I possibly should have. It is not important. Water does the job." She disappeared upstairs. Tacky as they were, the light brown tiles that covered the bathroom wall and floor at least gave her a sense of safety. Perhaps being able to cast her school bag into a corner also helped.

Interesting. You usually learn that spell. None the matter.

There is psychic venom. Did you know that?

Midnight held her breath and turned on the tap. Calling the water warm would be a kind overstatement. She let it engulf her regardless, until all of her hair was equally sogged and heavy. With a bit of scrubbing, she would quickly be cleansed of everything.

There is not. You are at your best while wet. You should be less shy of water.

I am not! Often.

So long as your hooves touch the ground. You were different once.

Midnight let her magic flow free. It danced and snaked around her, clearing all clumps and tufting up her fur. Where the magic left, the water coated it again. The moment of purity was worth it regardless.

Some are fascinated by long manes, princess. Especially when wet.

Otherwise I would not have one myself. Or it could be the conspiracies of barbers in Canterlot.

They conspire here?

There is no place where they do not.

She turned off the water and climbed out onto the bathroom floor. At her command, towels came to rub her dry. The spell that kept them comfortably warm still worked, at least.

I cannot get rid of you, can I? If it is that, I would better name you.

This is always fun. Do account for my royal state.

Well, considering I could not think of anything more opposing me, I will name you Noon.

Aaand boring again.

The towels flew into a corner. Perhaps she had even hit the laundry basket.

It is late. I am tired.

It is barely afternoon.

Look over there. I pointed! A point has been made!