Pyro was sitting in the Canterlot park, little wisps of fire coming from her horn. She saw leaves falling, and sprung over to them, trying to catch them like a small filly. She always believed that catching one granted you a wish. Pyro flew through the air, every leaf just out of her reach. Her normally white cheeks were red from the cold air, her bright brown mane glinting in the sun. Her face was barely more than a wide smile. Ponies stared, but Pyro didn't care, catching a leaf was all that mattered. She jumped higher and father, but the leaves just didn't want near her hoof. However much, she'd like to keep going, Pyro had to stop for a moment. Her hip ached, but like it did as a filly. A flame burst from her horn, scaring quite a few ponies. Pyro looked at the pink sky. The sun was setting. She stood up, watched for a moment, then started trotting home. Her face to the ground, she shuffled along. The streets were dark now, but Pyro wasn't scared. Not too much, at least. She lit a small flame with her horn and walked on. Then, a flash of orange fell in front of her face. Not thinking, she snatched it with her hoof. It was a leaf. She gasped, then laughed. She put her mouth to the leaf and whispered, "I wish I could embark on a journey with princess Luna." She looked around. No night princess anywhere. "I guess it's just a house mare's tail." She sighed, and trotted home.
Pyro opened her door, and yawned loudly. Her bang fell over her left eye. She wasn't bothered by it, she was partially blind in that eye anyway. She passed a glass mosaic of herself she made when she was a filly. She smiled at the memory of making it. She trotted a bit, and saw her guitar case. Oh, her guitar. Her hooves made it difficult to play, but it was fun. Pyro got to her kitchen a la memory lane, and walked over to her fridge only to find it opened. "Wha-?" She heard a munching sound and turned around slowly. Luna was crashed out on her couch, she has just open a packet of oreos and ate one. Pyro slammed her hoof into her face. "That's quite enough, Luna." The night princess had a gallon of milk almost to her lips before freezing. "Where are my manners... does thou want one?"
"Luna, that is my food, that I paid for with my money. Of course I want it." Pyro groaned.
"But I was starving. They expect princesses to stay trim, but I want sweet things."
Pyro pitied the mare in front of her, and poured her a glass of milk and gave her another oreo. They both sat down in silence until Pyro spoke her thoughts.
"Why are you here?"
Luna looked at her, wiped her mouth, and replied. "Tia wants me to go on a tour of the world to learn about modern societites. She said I could take somepony, and I felt like I needed to take thou."
Pyro nodded. "Th-thank you. I appreciate your thought, really."
"Would thou want to come?"
"Of course!"
"It is settled then. We leave in three days. Good night, Pyro." Luna said, and flew out the window. Pyro laughed, and put her things away.
