Rarity yelped when one of Pinkie Pie's sprinkle bombs exploded dangerously close to her. Pinkie was sending her controlled, tiny explosion than most likely wouldn't harm her in any way; however, she still felt threatened when one got too close. She was practicing reflexes with her diamond shields (Applejack's suggestion) and though her abilities were improving, she was still missing the occasional object.

Pinkie Pie giggled. "Sorry for that one, I really thought you would catch it!"

Rarity huffed in response. Applejack, who was sitting by the side while sipping water, chuckled and told Pinkie:

"Ah think you should let 'er rest for a while."

"YES! Yes, thank you..."

Pinkie shrugged. "No prob for me! But I warn you, if Rainbow Dash catches you resting, I ain't taking any of the fault! Just because she has a bae now I don't think she'll soften in training."

"She ain't even in the HQ today, so it should be fine."

Rarity fell next to Applejack and mimicked her friend on drinking water. Truth be told, she hadn't dedicated too much time lately to her training. She usually relied on the group training, and the fact that Rainbow Dash was now too busy trying to get Twilight in proper shape was also helpful on her sneaking away. I've got to get back to my old customs...

However, she had been at it for at least two hours by now, and her mind was beginning to feel tired as well of so much magic handling. Rarity took her geode and stored it inside her sports bag, feeling immediately the unlinking of the magic to her body. She still had her magic, sure, but the center of her powers was inside that necklace. Without it, she couldn't transform at her whim and had to find unorthodox, complicated ways to transform. And no diamond shields. Just pony ears.

Without the link to her magic, she felt instantly a weight lifted from her mind. Her brain now feeling like resting for real, she took out her towel and wiped the sweat from her brow. Pinkie Pie and Applejack were engaged in a discussion about Rarity's training to which she wasn't paying too much attention. In fact, she wasn't even in the HQ anymore. Her body was, but in her mind she was wandering the rooms of her boutique, looking through the racks and thinking of the meetings she had to attend later that day. And the fittings of these young girls. And her mind moved forward to the end of the month, and she wondered-

"Pinkie Pie, we're NOT usin' real bullets to train Rarity!"

Rarity flinched. Her hand clenched her water bottle and the cold water jumped out, soaking her already sweaty workout clothes. Rarity tried not to screech at the icy droplets. Applejack and Pinkie stared at her for a good ten seconds as she had just grown a second head. Rarity fanned her wet shirt while dedicating to her friends the most awkward smile in the world.

"My apologies, did you say bullets for training?"

Pinkie huffed: "Pfft, it didn't even need to be real bullets. Rubber bullets would do!"

Rarity let out an awkward laugh. "I don't think that'd be necessary..."

Pinkie tilted her head. "Well, maybe that way you'd be a little more focused!"

Applejack glared at her. "Pinkie..."

Pinkie sighed. "I'm sorry, Rarity, but we're worried. You've been a little out of it lately, and not in a good out of it way! You could get yourself hurt..."

Rarity took in the comment like a lady. She listened, she thought about it, she responded. Yes, that was very true. She had been pretty absent-minded lately on her missions regarding ATIDA. If she had to be honest, ATIDA seemed like a side-job to the boutique, and she hadn't even noticed that it had turned into such a thing. ATIDA was important. She knew that. ATIDA was a huge part of her daily life by now, and she had committed to the cause when she had accepted the job two years ago. However, that eagerness to help, that spirit...

Had faded away. Maybe not completely, but it had.

She was going to missions with all the will to help, but sometimes she found herself in the most unfavorable positions just because her mind had wandered off to other places. And she hadn't admitted that to herself up until now. Was that right? No. And she had to work on that, or else, as Pinkie had said, she could get herself seriously injured one of these days. Or worse, one of her friends.

In the end, hers wasn't the only life that was in the line.

The quietness of the museum was something Cobalt had gotten used to long ago. Canterlot Museum was well-known all over the country because of its wide variety of topics and the relics displayed in there. Being the curator of the museum for eleven years now he had learned to know the place better than himself, and ever since he took the position he would walk around the whole museums and check on all of its exhibits at least twice every day.

When he got that day to the Reinassance Exhibit on his round, he noticed that a class was being led around by a middle-aged woman with pink hair, who excitedly explained to the children with her (who probably were no older than thirteen) about the different paintings and the artifacts she found around. It was not an irregular occurrence. Middle Schools came all the time on school trips. These children were probably studying the Renaissance at school, for he knew as a fact that studying this way made learning way easier. And entertaining.

When he approached the group, the teacher was giving a detailed explanation to the children to some jewelry inside a case that displayed the clothing of people of that time.

"As you can see, wealthy people, especially wealthy women, loved to have their gowns embroidered with gold and silver thread. Clothes shouted about people's status. Another thing people of this time loved was jewelry. And very expensive jewelry."

"Those who could afford it, of course," Cobalt stepped in. More than a dozen pairs of eyes moved from the teacher to the curator, and even the teacher herself was surprised at the intervention of the man. Cobalt went on: "Pearls and sapphires were fan-favorites of the time, but most people could not afford them."

"Curator Cobalt!" the teacher finally remembered his name. "So nice of you to join us today. Guys, say hello to the curator!"

A thousand his and hellos followed. He even caught a 'sup and chuckled at it. One girl on the back of the group asked:

"What is a curator?"

"A curator is like a manager, but they mainly manage cultural things like paintings, sculptures, or historic items," the teacher replied without missing a beat.

"So are you like a guard of culture?" a boy asked. Cobalt laughed and nodded.

"Basically, yes."

"I was explaining to the children about the Renaissance's clothing. Any questions, guys?"

A girl in the front line raised her hand.

"Yes, Ophelia?"

"If people liked fancy things, then what about that ring?" she pointed to the case in which several rings were being exhibited. In fact, there was one ring that was very different from the others, for it, as starters, lacked any kind of precious jewel. It was a simple gold ring. It had some very particular runes, but that was about it. Cobalt made a gesture to the teacher and decided to reply to the question himself.

"You see, Ophelia, this might seem like a normal ring, but it's actually a very newer addition to our museum. We are still working on its individual display, but let me tell you all a little story. People of the Renaissance believed this to be a magic ring. They said people who wore it would become smarter and stronger, allowing them to learn several languages and defeat any enemy they came across. It was said to belong to a very important knight. Sadly, the ring was stolen and was lost track of, but it was finally found recently. And that's how he got here, to Canterlot Museum."

The pre-teenagers awed at the legend he had told them. That was very true. He had made a deep investigation on the ring upon getting it and had decided to give the ring his own case. People loved a good legend.

Something strange happened.

A green flash.

For a blink, time seemed... to stop. The next moment, he was staring yet again at the children. He tried to brush it off his mind, convincing himself that it was probably his tired mind playing tricks on him.

However, he couldn't help but noticed everyone around him had similar expressions. A bit disorientated, he looked around. Not only the class and him, but everyone in the room seemed to be quite confused. He caught a glimpse of his hand. He had a cut on it which was bleeding slowly. It wasn't anything serious, but it stung. When had he injured himself?

A gasp. Then more than a dozen more gasps. He looked back at the children and the teacher, alarmed. On his spot, he almost fainted at what he saw.

The glass case of the exhibit of clothing was shattered to pieces all over the ground by his and the teacher's feet.

And the jewelry... It was all gone.

Rarity swatted away locks of her wet hair which were sticking to her blouse. During her rigorous training with Applejack and Pinkie Pie, she lost track of time and only realized how late she was for her appointed fittings when she sat down to catch a break. As a result, she showered off the sweat and filthiness as quickly as she could, changed into her other working clothes and rushed off back to the city. She got to the boutique just in time to rush inside and ask Sassy Saddles if her appointment of two o'clock was there already.

"Not yet, Darling, but they should be here anytime now!" Sassy tilted her head to the side. "Whatever happened to you, Darling?"

"Long story," Rarity sighed. "I'm going to finish drying off in my dressing room, alright? Please do warn me when they get here."

"Of course, Miss Rarity."

Rarity disappeared into one of the dressings rooms meant for her emergencies, equipped with a dressing table and everything she would need. In fact, it wouldn't be the first time she had to work on herself in there. ATIDA had effectively put her in tight situations more than once regarding her appearance. Rarity dropped her purse in the table and gasped at her reflection. Her blouse was wet and beginning to become transparent at spots. Thanks to her long hair, most of the back of her blouse was damp, forcing her to rush over to the small closet she had set up there as prevention. Inside she found a couple of shirts, blouses, skirts and a blue dress. Seeing the pitiful state of her clothes, she quickly changed into the blue dress and rushed over to the dressing table to use the hair drier. She had managed to dry off completely and brush her purple locks when Sassy knocked on the door.

"Come in!"

Sassy did as told. "Miss Rarity, the Prom Girls have arrived."

Prom Girls was the name they had given to a trio of friends that were about to graduate and had decided to have their dresses custom made by Rarity. The girls were still about three months away from prom, but they had decided to get their dresses before, in their words, "the prizes escalated and you have enough work to make a new collection".

What these girls did not know was that work was already coming in thanks to graduations. And that a lot of people loved late Winter weddings.

"I'll meet them in a minute, please watch over the store for me until I'm done," Rarity claimed, fixing her hair.

"Sure thing, darling," Sassy Saddles disappeared. Rarity went out of her room and walked down the hallway to the fitting room where the girls were waiting. She only had three of those, and Sassy always occupied the same one each time someone came in.

The three girls, all three of them natural beauties, were sitting on the white couch in the side of the room, chatting their mouths off like little birdies. They turned to Rarity when they heard her coming in, surprisingly, over their noise.

"Good afternoon, misses!" Rarity greeted them, sitting on the white chair meant for her.

"Hello!" the three replied with wide smiles.

"We're the biggest fans of your work!" Toola Roola claimed.

"We've followed your work since, like, forever!" Coconut Cream added.

"It's such an honor such a great designer as you would design especially for us," with Aquamarine's statement finished, Rarity giggled.

"Flattery will get you places, girls, listen to my advice," the girls giggled. "Now, I believe you've each got your own ideas of what you want of your dresses. Am I right, Darlings?"

"Yes!"

"Now, which one of you wants to go first?"

Toola Roola jumped on her seat. "Oh, me! So, what I was thinking..."

The longest problem in all of this was probably getting what exactly were the clients expecting. It wouldn't be the first time she had people tell her they wanted something that would make them look flashy but simple. She had learned to find the balance in their contradictory statements. These girls weren't too complicated. They each had pretty good ideas of what they wanted and weren't expecting Rarity to read their minds. They gave their ideas, preferences, and continued. Each accepted Rarity's suggestions with respect, like when she told Coconut Cream that a shorter skirt would do better for her so she would flatter her beautiful legs, or when she told Toola Roola a mermaid dress wouldn't flatter her figure. Aquamarine wanted a dress to match her hair, but Rarity managed to dissuade her from that idea and to rather go with a pastel blue, maybe a cerulean, so her dress and pinkish skin would contrast.

When all the girls were satisfied, Rarity went to the next part: getting their measurements. It was here that the girls went back to what they were previously chirping about, to which Rarity listened to in silence. She actually really liked hearing her costumers talk over the tea and cookies Sassy had left for them, whether it was relevant talks or simply gossiping. She usually only participated if she was invited to, and honestly most of the time she wasn't, but that was alright.

These girls, however, did invite her to participate in the conversation from time to time, asking her opinion about what they were saying. Rarity answered without stopping with her work on the constantly squirming girls. She had finished measuring Toola Roola and was half-way Aquamarine when Coconut Cream said something of real interest for her.

"Hey, did you hear about the theft in the Canterlot Museum?"

Rarity perked up at this. Theft?

Aquamarine looked back at her. "Theft? What theft?"

"I think I saw something on the internet but didn't really pay any attention," Toola Roola said. "It only happened earlier today, in fact."

"My sister was there when it happened, she told me the whole thing," Coconut Cream put her tea on the side table. "She said that they were going through the Renaissance area and that the curator of the museum approached them to talk to them about a jewelry exhibit. Out of the blue, there was like a green flash and, next thing she knew, everything from the exhibit was gone!"

"Just like that?" asked Aquamarine.

"Just like that!" Coconut Cream made an explosion motion with her hands. "Poof! It was all gone! The glass case was broken into pieces and everything. The curator went nuts and was still hyperventilating when the cops got there."

Rarity scribbled down the measures of Aquamarine's waist while thinking about what she had just heard. A theft on the Canterlot Museum in the blink of an eye? How could no one notice the thief or thieves when that happened? How could someone steal from an art exhibit without a whole group of students, a teacher, dozens of people (surely), and the curator?

The reply came to her in a moment of inspiration.

"Magic!" She exclaimed, then covered her mouth after noticing she had said that out loud. The three girls looked at her.

"Magic?" Toola Roola arched an eyebrow. Rarity let out an awkward chuckle.

"I was, um, thinking about your dresses. I thought about how it would feel magical to wear such beautiful gowns to your prom."

The girls smiled and resumed their talk. Nice excuse, Rarity, she congratulated herself, continuing on with her work. She would have to tell the girls that later that night.

Sombra looked up when Caballeron and his men came in. Each one of them pushed loading carts on which they carried big wooden boxes, one each of the men. Sombra got up from his chair and approached the group, who had stopped next to the big marble table he had in the middle of the room.

Caballeron wiped his brow. "Phew! Man, these things are heavy!"

Sombra's left eye twitched. Each time they encountered, Caballeron failed to address him respectfully. His men had loads more of brains than him and called him Sir at least, skeptical of how serious he was about the royal title. Caballeron addressed him as he was a friend. Which he wasn't. Thanks to this, his patience was beginning to grow thin with the man.

"Mister Caballeron, have you achieved your goal?"

Caballeron huffed. "Really, you have to relax a bit, man. Like, buddy, when was the last time you went out to have fun?"

He felt like a vein on his forehead was about to pop off.

"Mister Caballeron, I believe I've made it clear how I desire to be addressed."

Caballeron shrugged. Behind him, his mates were looking uncomfortable at their boss' "I dunno, the whole 'Majesty' thing... It doesn't suit me well. Do you know what century we live o-"

How many times would he have to support his insolence? For how much longer? In a reflection of his frustration, his shadows rushed forwards and wrapped around the man's neck. His men jumped back and put as much distance as they could without leaving the room. Caballeron gasped for air. His hands tried to grab onto something, but his arms passed by the shadows as if they weren't there. His extremities flailed around in desperation.

"Du... De..."

Sombra summoned more shadows and raised to tower even more over Caballeron. "Listen closely, Sir... I won't tolerate your insolence anymore. From now on, you will address me properly, or you'll face the consequences. Have I made myself clear?"

Caballeron nodded as he could.

The shadows released him. Caballeron fell to his knees while grabbing his throat. He shook with coughs and his men, who were all the way against the wall, were indecisive whether to approach or not. Sombra shot a glance at them.

"I hope that was clear for you as well..."

The three men nodded vigorously. Caballeron got up the best he could and held for dear life to the cart he had been pushing. Trying to gather the pieces of his dignity, he cleared his throat and knocked on the wooden boxes.

"We have what you asked for, Your Majesty-ty"

Sombra approached him as Caballeron's henchmen began opening the boxes. "Did you follow my instructions?"

Caballeron coughed. "Y-Yup. I mean, Yes, Sir. We did just like you told us and retrieved everything from that case. I think it was a very well-done job if I do say so myself... Your Majesty."

"Where are the rings?"

Caballeron blinked twice. "Um? Pardon?"

Sombra arched an eyebrow. "The rings. They were in a case. Please tell me you did not forget them."

"Oh! Those rings. They're here... Somewhere. Not quite sure in which one of these boxes though. Sir."

Sombra held back a frustrated sigh. "Please, do find them."

With each passing second, Sombra's anticipation grew. He knew the ring was there. He could sense it. But it took the three men (Caballeron just stood to the side, massaging his sore throat) quite a while to find the infamous box. They had actually followed all his instructions: the gowns and other jewelry had been cautiously folded and arranged inside plastic cases to preserve them, but there was so much clothing and so many pieces of jewelry that they had to use up four big boxes to transport them safely and discreetly.

Finally, the henchman who went by the name of Rogue finally emerged with the box. He gave it to Caballeron, who then gave it to Sombra with a quick bow of his head.

Sombra took the box and opened it. In front of his eyes, a dozen rings glimmered with precious jewels and perfectly polished metals of all shades of beautiful colors. From pearls to diamonds and sapphires, this box alone would make a man rich in an instant. However, it wasn't money that drove him. No. Money was nothing but paper with a predetermined value determined by the governments. No, he was after something much more important than that.

He was after power... and respect.

Out of all the options in there, he took out a single ring: the simplest one of them, the gold was even worn out. However, this little ring had powers beyond the imagination of anyone who had carried it. The legends around this piece of gold were true, but not complete due to time.

He observed the ring and slid it inside his pocket. He gave the box back to Caballeron, who stared at him with the confusion of sweet ignorance.

"Half of all this is for you and your men. Give the rest to my people. I believe this could be of use for us later."

Caballeron's mouth cracked open. "Half of...?"

Sombra shot him a discreetly smug look. "I told you: this business would greatly benefit both of us. Now give your men their payment and rest until I give you further instructions. You've got a great deal of work before you."

Rarity rushed inside the lounge. Almost slamming the door behind her, she asked for anyone who would hear her:

"Darlings! Are you in here?" her voice echoed back at her before hearing a response.

"Conference room!" it was Pinkie.

Rarity smiled and went over to the told room. She was feeling quite excited to tell the girls about what she had discovered that morning. Although it was almost sunset, she knew the event wasn't known for the media yet, for she had checked on her free moments the day's premises on her tablet and nothing about the robbery in Canterlot Museum popped up. So most likely, no one knew about this incident.

She opened the doors to the Conference room with a smile. "Girls! I've got something that might be of- Oh, hello Captain Armor."

Shining Armor was indeed there. Standing next to the head of the table, where Celestia was on her usual seat. In fact, they weren't the only ones there. All of the Myths were present, all but Rarity. Luna was there was well. The group was seated around the table, save from Shining Armor, who was showing Celestia something on a paper she had between her hands. Rarity stood there, surprised at the presence of everyone in the room.

Sunset sighed and stood up. "Rarity... Where were you?"

Rarity glanced back and then to Sunset, having this terrible feeling of being scolded. "I was... working, darling."

"Working," Dash repeated. Her tone was one of slight frustration. Her hands were crossed in front of her face, pressing her lips. "And you didn't even pick up a single one of our calls?"

"Or messages," added Applejack.

"We were so worried," Fluttershy claimed. "So we called Sassy and she told us you were out of the boutique."

"Something like an interview or something," Pinkie arched an eyebrow.

"I don't get it," Rarity took her phone out of her purse. "I didn't get- Oh, look at all those calls..."

"And messages," Applejack repeated her previous statement.

Indeed, she had a lot of missed calls and unread messages all of them being of her friends. Each one of them had tried to call her from their individual phones. When she opened the group chat, she found a lot of messages talking about an urgent meeting in the Headquarters. Shining Armor was mentioned a couple of times, and everyone asked the same question at least once:

'Where is Rarity?'

Only then Rarity remembered she had silenced her phone before her fittings with the Prom Girls and had been so busy afterward that she had forgotten to... well, un-silence it. Utterly ashamed, Rarity lowered her phone and met the eyes of her friends in there. No one added another word, and the air was packed of awkward silence until Celestia spoke:

"Rarity, please have a seat."

Rarity gave a quick nod and rushed to her seat. Her chair neighbors glanced at her briefly, but soon after Celestia regained the attention of the room.

"So tell us, Rarity, what was that that you had to share?"

"Oh!" Rarity remembered the reason for her eagerness to get to the HQ. She began explaining: "Today I had a fitting with these girls... They were talking about something strange that happened earlier today. It was a-"

"Theft in the Canterlot Museum?" Dash interrupted her. Rarity bit her tongue.

"Yes... Yes, that's right. I... Thought since there haven't been any reports about it yet..."

"That's exactly why Captain Armor is here," Luna claimed, pointing to Shining Armor, who had remained speechless during the whole exchange. "In fact, it was the Canterlot's Police Department doing for this not to go public. Considering the weird circumstances of the burglary, the case has been assigned to ATIDA. And since it seems this involves some kind of dark magic, we have assigned it to you, Myths."

"Captain Armor brought in this security footage from the burglary. Watch closely, Rarity," Celestia played a video from her laptop, and it reproduced on the big screen.

Rarity did as ordered. The video was from one of the cameras on the Renaissance exhibit. Specifically, the clothing exhibit. Rarity had visited that exhibit many times before when studying Fashion History. A group of Middle Schoolers was standing in front of it, and a teacher was talking to them. A man approached the group, and soon after she recognized Curator Cobalt. She had designed a couple of times for his wife. The curator told the schoolers something, and then the video froze. Or at least that was what it seemed like. Celestia fast-forwarded the footage a couple of minutes, and then a group of four men entered the scene. One of them had a laptop, and after they exchanged some words, a second one took a huge mallet out of a bag he had. The other three stepped back and the man with the mallet shattered the case in a single stroke. Rarity gasped when pieces of glass flew everywhere, but thankfully, the children were far enough not to be harmed. However, the teacher and the curator did get a few of the pieces cut them. The video went on as the men robbed the place, taking out of the mannequins the expensive dresses and store the jewelry in huge wooden boxes. The men carted away and the cameras followed them to a back door. They loaded the boxes inside a van and drove away.

About an hour after everything froze, the world resumed moving. Everyone had perplexed expressions and then turned to horror and panic when they noticed the empty case.

The recording ended there. Rarity turned back to Celestia, but it was Shining Armor who spoke this time.

"We have interrogated the teacher and the curator. They both said they did not see those men at any time. The curator had only stepped into the room minutes before the burglary. They both described the situation the same: a green flash, and in a blink, everything had disappeared and the case was shattered. We didn't interrogate the children, you know that's complicated without a permit from the tutors, but we managed to keep the incident under wraps in the time being," Shining handed Rarity a file she eyed attentively. "At the police department, we were hoping you all would take the case. When it comes to robberies and trespassing we can handle it perfectly on our own. However, I'm afraid we're not capacitated to deal with magical issues. That's your field."

"And we thank you greatly for your trust in us," Celestia smiled. "Is there anything else you would like to share?"

"I think I already exposed to you the whole thing. If anything arises along the way be sure I'll inform you myself," without stopping talking or packing his things inside his suitcase, Shining Armor checked the time. "I should get going if I want to make it for dinner. Cadence must be waiting for me already."

"Send our greetings to your wife," Celestia shook Shining's hand, act mirrored by Luna.

"Will do. Goodbye, girls!" Everyone replied. He stopped behind Twilight and kissed his sister's cheek. "Bye Twily."

"Goodbye, Shining."

Moments after the Captain left Celestia stood up and addressed everyone. "Well, I believe that ends our meeting. You are free to leave. Have some rest, girls."

Everyone stood up and left the room. Rarity hesitated before picking her file.

"Rarity," she froze at Celestia's voice. Rarity turned to her boss. Everyone had halted on their way out and glanced back like they had been the ones called by the Head. Celestia didn't meet Rarity's eyes. "Please stay. Luna and I'd like to have a little talk with you."

Rarity swallowed. "Sure... Ma'am..."

The rest of the Myths glanced back and forth before making their way out. Applejack closed the door behind everyone and the room was in the deepest of silences for a few seconds that to Rarity felt like complete lifetimes.

Roots had begun to grow in Rarity's feet when Celestia looked up.

"Rarity, in ATIDA we do not ask our employees to leave behind anything.... As long as it won't interfere with their work here."

That stung Rarity right in the heart. Of course, she knew where this was going. She wasn't naive. And because they were right, she wasn't about to say anything against the scolding she was about to get. She felt like a teenager getting scolded from her parents for taking the car without permission.

"Rarity... I can imagine your answer, but I'll ask anyway: Where were you?"

Rarity stared at her heels.

"I was... working, ma'am," was her reply. Celestia sighed at her declaration.

"I'm worried, Rarity," Celestia claimed. "I think we all are. You've been kind of distracted lately, and you've been in the middle of danger too much. In fact, if we look back to the last couple of missions, you've always been the one who got hurt the most" That was true. "You've been less present during your group training," That was also true. "Your personal sessions of training have practically disappeared, and you've lost a lot of stamina according to Rainbow Dash," Yup, so true.

Rarity lowered her head even more. "I'm deeply sorry. I promise I'll make things right. I promise I'll open up more my schedule for our activities here."

"That's the problem, Rarity," Luna added. "You've been pushing ATIDA to the back and viewing it as a secondary part of your life. We don't want you to be stuck here all the time, but we are worried about your commitment."

"If you need to step back from ATIDA for a while-"

"No!" Rarity stopped Celestia from finishing that statement. "No... Sorry... You know what? You're right, I have been pushing back ATIDA, and I feel terrible for doing that. I know that what we are doing here is important. Too important. But I don't need to step back at all, I swear. I'll make things right. I promise."

Celestia nodded. "I know you will. You can go now. Go have some rest and you can ask the girls around about what happened today. I think it might be important."

Author's Note

This chapter got slightly delayed due to stuff But it's finally here!

I think I'll stop promising regular updates, it's clear I won't be able to do that for now Until we get there, I'll try to keep up a good pace.

So yeah! I hope you've liked this chapter. I think Rarity's dilemma here has been evident in previous arcs, or so I hope. You can catch glimpses of it here and there. You just need to pay some extra attention.

Until next time!
-Midday Giggle