Pinkie happily squealed as she bounced along the walkway beside James. “This is so exciting! Where are we going?”

“I'm pretty sure you can see it from here. At least the largest part of it.” James answered, pointing up into the distance.

Before looking Pinkie bounced up and landed on James's shoulders. She “ooh”ed as she followed his finger, soon seeing the very top of a farris wheel. “We're going to the fair!” Pinkie excitedly shouted.

James laughed as he blushed deeply, feeling all the people staring at him. “Just the boardwalk. But it is as fun as a fair.”

“Oh, like the boardwalk in Manehatten.” Pinkie reasoned.

“Maybe.” James said with a shrug as Pinkie jumped down from his shoulders. “I've never been to that boardwalk.”

“Really?!” Pinkie asked, her mouth falling open. “You've ridden The Wild Blue Yonder, but never even visited the Manehatten boardwalk?” She smiled as she pranced forward, “We're going to have to take you when we get back to Equestria.”

“That will be one heck of a trip. There's no way my family's going to be okay with my just disappearing again to go to a boardwalk. So we have to have room for them too.”

Pinkie blew a raspberry as she continued towards the Farris wheel in the distance. “Duh. It's definitely going to be more fun with everypony there.”

“Hold on.” James suddenly said as he nearly doubled over reaching down and forward to Pinkie's shoulder. “It'll be faster if we go through the transit hub here.” He finished, directing her towards a nondescript looking open booth at the intersection.

In a flash of light they found themselves stepping onto a broad, bustling walkway, the smooth concrete painted with happy looking sea creatures. Stalls and colorful banners lined one side of the boardwalk, their vibrant reds, oranges, and yellows drawing attention to the vendors and game peddlers. The smell of sizzling takoyaki, confections, and fried treats mingled with the salty breeze that rolled in from the nearby beach.

Ahead of them a massive farris wheel slowly turned, it's cabins gently swaying as they made their journey. The playful hum of an upbeat pop tune blended into the lively atmosphere, barely audible over the excited voices of families, and couples enjoying the rides, games, and even booths typically only found in festivals.

Nearby the stalls bustled with activity as vendors shouted the day's specials, challenged potential players to claim prizes, and a mix of laughter and cheering as many attempted to do just that.

Pinkie pranced in place, desperately trying to think of just what to do first. She soon began running from stall to stall and looking excitedly in the distance towards the roller coaster and farris wheel, excitedly chattering as she continued to try to make up her mind.

***

The sun began to set as James walked alongside Pinkie Pie, who now found herself loaded with snacks, small toys, and even a festival mask of an oni that she thought looked funny.

“This was super fun James.” She happily said as she trotted along beside him. “We must have done everything here!”

“At least once.” James commented as he took a bite of a taiyaki.

“What's that one filled with?” Pinkie excitedly asked.

“Vanilla ice cream.” James casually answered.

“Ooh!” Pinkie suddenly exclaimed, “Do you think I can use some of these games in my parties in the future?” Pinkie asked, bouncing once more as they continued on another circuit of the boardwalk. Her pace changed to a prance as she vividly imagined what was still to come.

“I don't see why not. They're all pretty straight forward and the people seem to enjoy sharing their culture.” James commented as he took another bite of his snack.

In the distance the blazing orange sky grew darker as night began.

“There's one last thing I particularly like about these places.” James said as he finished the tail of his treat.

“Wait,” Pinkie loudly said, as she came to an abrupt halt. “You mean there's something we haven't done yet.”

James shook his open hand slightly as he spoke. “Not exactly. But they have all the lights here programmed to do a show at night. It's really nice, and I actually find it rather calming.”

Pinkie happily squealed as she looked around for what James had just told her. “When does it … oooh.”

Pinkie and James watched as lights began to blink on, as if passing on a flame throughout the boardwalk. Lights blinking on in series, and shifting color as they went. As they reached the Farris wheel the lights were changing from a soft white to light blues and greens, patterns and shapes appearing only to vanish moments later in a delicate dance that was both inviting and relaxing.

Pinkie leaned against James as she watched the light show, quietly smiling.

***

Rarity smiled as she walked out of the house, wearing a soft pink and blue dress of her own design. The gentle colors highlighting her tail as it swished freely while she walked.. “Well, don't you look dapper tonight, James! Are you certain this isn't a date?”

James's outfit paired a classic black dinner jacket with an emerald waistcoat and tie, accentuated by ruby cuff links and matching snap-brim hat – a look that Rarity certainly approved of.

“I'm glad you approve.” James said with a chuckle. “Although I obviously didn't pick this out myself.”

“Whether or not you had help, it suits you. Such bold tones speak well of the evening to come.” Rarity teased, glancing towards the maroon sports car parked nearby.

“Thank you.” James simply replied as he led Rarity towards the street.

“You've done a remarkable job keeping us in the dark about your plans.” Rarity said with a smile, “Come on, you can tell me now, certainly.”

“That would spoil the surprise.” James said coyly as he stood beside the car, opening the passenger door and gesturing for Rarity to enter with a slight bow.

Rarity froze as she looked at the scene before her. “This is a poor time for jokes, dear.” She hesitantly said.

James looked to the car and back to Rarity. “This car certainly fits with the plan.”

Rarity's eye twitched slightly, “This joke isn't funny, James.” she reiterated.

“I'm not joking.” James calmly said, gesturing into the vehicle. “We have some time before the main event, but we do need to get going.”

“No!” Rarity dramatically called out, “I want to live!” She stood on her hind hooves, holding her forelegs in front of her as in in defense from some unseen terror.

James dropped his head and sighed. “Please, Rarity, this isn't Sean's motorcycle, it's a top of the line sports car with every comfort you could possibly want.”

“Including a chauffeur?” She asked, incredulous as she dropped back to her normal stance and glared at James.

James' only response was to groan.

“That isn't you!” She emphasized.

“Rarity, please actually give me a chance. I really am a good driver, and I'm not doing anything like taking this car off road. I paid enough just to rent the damn thing, I'm not even going to consider the cost to repair or replace it.” James explained.

“Do you promise?” Rarity hesitantly asked.

“Of course.”

“Swear it!” She demanded.

James cocked an eyebrow as he regarded her demand. “I swear, there will be nothing about my driving tonight for you to find fault with.”

Not fully reassured but satisfied enough, Rarity nervously stepped up onto the seat, shaking as she did. Her heart skipped a beat as the door closed beside her and she kept her eyes closed as her horn lit up, firmly fastening her seat belt. As she felt the car dip with James sitting next to her, she fought to control her breathing.

Her eyes remained tightly closed, having convinced herself if she couldn't see the danger coming she may just be safer.

She had no idea how long it had been when she realized James was talking to her.

“You really should see this.” He casually said, his voice muffled slightly by the sound of the wind from the car's motion.

With only a slight nod, Rarity slowly opened her eyes. In the distance the city skyline cut high into the horizon, dots of light occasionally visible on the buildings despite the evening light casting vibrant hues of gold, orange, and red between the towering silhouettes.

“Even the academy can be quite beautiful with it's emphasis on the natural thrown into stark contrast by the towering cities. It reminds me of home in a way I never thought anything could.” James calmly explained, keeping his gaze straight ahead as he drove.

“It is rather lovely, isn't it.” Rarity stated, as she admired the city coming quickly up. “I also cannot help but notice that we're not careening wildly out of control.” She jabbed.

“Of course not.” James answered, deadpan, “I told you I was a good driver. I just think that off road driving may be a bit much for you.”

“I'll say that today you're doing perfectly fine. However, you were a completely different person on your brother's motorcycle.”

“I'm glad you can finally accept that I am, in fact, a good driver.” James said with a grin.

“Don't push it, darling.” Rarity quickly responded before continuing more casually. “So where is it we're going? Pinkie mentioned that you two went to the boardwalk, and while fun I don't think that calls for the level of dress you told me we should prepare for.”

“Well we'll be there soon so there's little reason to maintain the surprise.” James explained.

Rarity flinched as he took a hand off the wheel to open the glove compartment where he produced two tickets.

“The theater?” Rarity happily guessed.

“That was my original plan, but when I was looking for shows I read about a one day event that you would enjoy even more.”

“Ooh, don't tease me.” Rarity said with a widening grin, “What is this event I just had to attend?”

“Masumi Kaunaq is debuting his newest line at this exact fashion show …” James began before Rarity interrupted, squealing happily.

“We're going to fashion show?! Oh, this is just marvelous! James, you were absolutely right, I one hundred percent had to attend.” Rarity gushed. “I just have to see what the latest fashions are here, perhaps it will inspire my next line. But for what season, I wonder?”

“It's not just a fashion show. They'll be showing off the defensive capabilities of some of their newest designs.” James said before Rarity could continue, “The Kaunaq family is truly a dynasty because not only are their clothes what everyone wants, they offer top of the line shielding, making them integral for personal defense. Theirs is the most influential name in fashion in this universe.”

Rarity only continued to get more excited. “A fashion dynasty?! And they came here to do a show?”

“I think they came here so Mr. Kaunaq would have an excuse to visit his daughter, but that worked out for us.”

“And you know him personally? Or at least you do business with him.” Rarity said excitedly.

James chuckled, shaking his head only slightly as he continued looking forward. “Oh no. They don't ship between universes. I was only able to get tickets by leveraging some of my contacts hard, and the tickets only came through just this morning. I wish I could say I was that well connected but, unfortunately, I can't.”

“Don't be so sure. We're here now and you have those very tickets.” Rarity assured James with a smile that he didn't see.

It wasn't difficult for Rarity to see where they would be going as a throng of people crowded near an otherwise nondescript theater, held back by several GP officers and cadets.

With one look at James, the officers cleared a way for him to enter the nearby parking garage where they were then met by a valet who escorted them inside before parking the car.

The lobby of the theater was alive with it's own energy, glamorous figures practically floating through the room in their elegant attire. Tall columns of chiseled marble serving as a backdrop for bold fashionistas in daring cuts, accented by the warm light from the gold chandelier hanging from the high ceiling.

The polished granite floor caught the click of stiletto heels and the buzz of casual conversations. At the center was a sleek lounge area, soft leather couches draped in velvet served those who didn't wish to stand.

Formally dressed servers dutifully patrolled the lobby, offering sparkling wines and hors d'oeuvres to the guests that appeared to be without.

Rarity couldn't help but beam with joy as she looked around at all of the celebrities, fashionistas, and even a few politicians, none of which she knew anything about.

James took a slow breath, counting slowly as he released the air. “I'm glad we were able to get in as quietly as we did.” He commented to himself, Rarity having gone off to mingle. Without a thought James accepted the wineglass and downed the drink just as quickly before getting closer himself, with a personal reminder to ask for water the next time he was offered a drink.

“Oh my,” A tall woman with bright silver hair and shimmering white dress commented as she looked down to the pony now talking to her. “I've never met an intelligent species like yours before.” Her tone was whimsically amused as she considered the creature before her.

“Yes,” Rarity chuckled casually, “James warned us that not many creatures have encountered ponies before.”

“Ponies.” The woman nearly laughed, barely bothering to hide her condescension. “Isn't that charming. And where did you manage to find clothes?”

Rarity's smile faltered only briefly, having heard the same tone time and again as she worked her way to the top in Equestria. But as she had with the elite in Canterlot and Manehatten, she would do here and win them over with unfailing kindness. “Do you like them?” Rarity asked pleasantly, “I made them myself. I'm actually a designer back in Ponyville. But I have been dabbling a bit in, oh what was the word James used?” Rarity paused, knowing the word but trying to show the woman that she was just as versed. “Humanoid? Yes, humanoid designs.”

“Ponyville?!” The woman repeated, ecstatic in her entertainment. “And you say you design your clothes there?”

“Yes she does.” Came a deep even voice from behind her. “And she clearly has better sense than you on how to dress.” James added, the timbre of his voice constant.

“Excuse me?!” The woman's eyes narrowed as she turned to face the large man standing immediately behind her.

“Or was it intentional that you wore a dress that makes your face appear washed out? Or the choice not to wear any makeup that would solve the problem?”

The woman's continued her cold glare, her lips twitching as she processed the insult before turning with a scoff.

“James!” Rarity scolded, “That was awfully rude of you.”

James' features softened as he looked down towards Rarity. “Not so rude as she was being to you.” He calmly said. “You have a tendency to ignore the unpleasant nature of others until it hurts you. I don't like giving them that opportunity.”

“That very trait of yours being one of the unpleasant natures I tend to ignore … because we're friends.” Rarity emphasized. “You forget, I move around the trendy scenes of Canterlot and Manehatten, I've dealt with worse than a few stuck up stuffed shirts.”

James nodded, and sighed, “Yes, I'm sure you have. I just look at all this and see the pompous and insufferable people.” James sucked his teeth a moment, “I guess I'm just defensive since I'm out of my element.”

Rarity gave James a sympathetic look before stepping forward, turning him to walk alongside her. “Well, she was a bit too pale to be wearing that particular shade of white. However, I think maybe you should let me handle this particular battlefield.”

James smirked as he looked down at Rarity, “Very well, lead on.”

***

“I really have to wonder just what to expect.” Twilight said as she walked beside James, the sounds of the nearby shops and restaurants gently filling the air. “I mean, you and Pinkie just had some fun, but Rarity's was really fancy. Kind of makes it hard to pin down just what you're thinking.”

“Really?” James asked with a smirk, “I'd imagine it was only obvious.”

“Well, in some respects it is.” Twilight answered, catching a scent of the exotic spices and foodstuffs wafting through the air. “You're taking everypony somewhere they specifically would like.”

“So it wasn't hard to pin down what I was thinking.” James said, shrugging casually.

“It gives me an idea, but there's still so many things it could be.”

“Don't think too hard about it.” James calmly said before stopping and looking towards a nearby bar. “Speaking of, here's the first place we're going.”

“A bar?” Twilight asked, her face twisting up in confusion.

“Just for dinner.” James assured her, “Besides, I think you may just enjoy it here.”

Twilight nodded quickly, “Well, I'll trust you.”

“Just be sure to relax.”

Walking into the izakaya Twilight was surprised at how quiet it was. She had been expecting something similar to the pubs in New Guardia where there was always one group or another whos' voices would carry throughout the building. In here it wasn't library quiet, but everyone seemed to be respectful of how close they were to other people.

She took a moment to admire the décor, a sense of comfort filling her as she knew this wasn't anything formal.

The inside of the izakaya was simply decorated, as if it were just a place to stop and relax a while. Neutral colors, the lighting was simple but effective, what seats there were appeared comfortable, and the tables were plain unadorned wood.

Within moments of being seated at one of the low tables the waitress had gone and returned with a teapot.

“Sorry if you wanted something stronger,” James said with a smirk as he poured a cup of tea for Twilight, “I just thought tea was the best option right now.”

Twilight returned the smirk, “Well, I'm glad you don't think I need to get drunk to enjoy a night out.”

“Honestly,” James commented, placing the teapot down, “until you showed up in the castle, staggering through the halls, I would have thought you'd never think to touch the stuff.”

“That wasn't intentional, but it was a fun night anyway.” Twilight said, jokingly defensive. She stared at the teapot a moment before looking to James. “Are you going to have any?”

James winced, “Sorry, I forgot to say anything. It's encouraged that people serve each other drinks, and orders are for the table and not an individual. The idea is to emphasize sharing and community.”

Twilight smiled wide, “That's a great idea.” She happily said, “Even now I'm learning new ways that creatures encourage friendship.”

“I'm glad we finally found a kind of vacation that actually seems to suit you.” James commented as he watched the teapot levitate, surrounded by Twilight's gold flecked violet luminescence.

“It's been nice to not have to think about what's going on back at home.” Twilight admitted, she paused after filling James' cup and sighed. “I wish I could tell you more about it all. But we have to solve our own problems.”

“It's alright, you know that I at least understand.”

“I just wish I could get some advice. I've talked as much as I can to Lady Seto, but everything she tells me seems designed to push me to work alone.”

“Are you sure about that?” James calmly asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Seto is notorious for getting people together, why would she push you to isolation?”

“Well, it's politics. I may have help this time, but obviously I'll have to be able to handle these things myself.” Twilight explained. “She's been explaining to me the importance of my role as a princess, even if I don't formally have power.”

“Nobody is an island, Twilight.” James calmly said, “Not even Seto.”

“But there's always something you need to do by yourself.” Twilight pointed out.

“I'm the last stop for it all. There's a line of politicians, delegates, lawyers, and who knows what else before something gets to me.” James explained. “The stuff I really have to take control of are big things. Even if the big thing seems small in perspective, like certain shipping contracts.”

James took a sip of his tea as the waitress placed a plate of edamame on the table. James casually took one and tossed it in his mouth. “It's okay to trust your friends with important things; even political.”

Twilight smiled faintly as she thought about his words. “I do trust my friends … but …” Twilight paused, looking James in the eye as she considered what she wanted to say.

“But?” James asked, raising an eyebrow.

Twilight mulled over the idea in her mind several times. “It's just that I was told that somepony's lying to me. Now that can't be my close friends, they'd never do that. And, yes, that does include you …”

“Yeah,” James interrupted, “I think I believe you after all these years.”

“But that doesn't help me know who's lying to me, or even about what.”

“I see.” James calmly said, taking another sip of tea. “That sort of thing can certainly be troubling. Especially if they're cryptic enough to not tell you even what they're lying about.”

Twilight sighed and dropped her head on the table. “Would it be too much to say I'm not looking forward to getting back to Ponyville?”

“Not at all.” James answered, placing his hand on Twilight's shoulder. “Thankfully, after lunch we're going somewhere where you can take your mind off all of this for a while.”

Twilight looked up at James without lifting her head off the table.

“We're going to the library.”

Twilight's expression quickly went from down to happily surprised. “A real library? Here!?”

“Yes,” James chuckled. “Washu loves books and the printed word in general as much as you do so she established a public library in the hopes of getting people to read more often.”

***

“Well, I'll be.” Applejack commented as she looked at the slightly cluttered area James had set aside for scrap booking. A pile of books stacked to the side of the table showed clearly how much James had over prepared for the evening. Several packs of colored paper and sticker books sat on the table itself, next to them were glue sticks, small tubes sparkling with glitter, and a couple packs of freshly sharpened colored pencils.

“I had a hard time thinking of someplace we could go that you particularly would like. Thankfully Twilight had a few ideas she was more than eager to share, and we don't even have to go anywhere.” James explained.

“I was thinking about how this didn't get reorganized by both Twilight and Rarity.” Applejack said with a chuckle and sly grin.

James only paused a moment before he joined her. “Good point. Maybe we should get to it before they show up.”

Applejack gave an amused smile as she walked to the table to inspect what she had to work with. “Looks like Twilight helped with the list of supplies too.”

“Yeah, I've never done this before and she was all too ready to prepare me for it.” James explained with a sigh.

“Her heart's in the right place. 'Course the best way to learn this is by doing.” Applejack said as she collected an empty book and began to look over the photos available. “Come to think of it, I've never seen any scrapbooks around your place. Does anypony there scrapbook?”

“Not that I know of, though I bet Amber would go nuts for it.”

Applejack laughed hard as she imagined James' youngest daughter immersed in a similar setting, glue joining the paint stains on the clothes she preferred to work in as she focused to the point of forgetting the outside world. “I bet she would. You know, it's actually been something that Sugar Belle and I have been able to really bond over as well.”

“Really?” James asked, looking over the items in front of him. “I actually don't know her all that well, despite the ongoing Dungeons and Dragons games with Big Mac.”

“Right y'all play that one a lot.”

“Sean actually introduced me to that game when he and I were kids.”

“You don't say. Yer childhood must've been interesting.”

James froze briefly before painting on a smile. “Not really. I think that's part of why I enjoyed D&D so much. It let me escape into a life far more interesting than my own – at least, more interesting at the time.”

“You alright?” Applejack asked as she saw the clearly forced smile.

“Yeah, I'm fine. I just … don't think about my childhood much.” James hurriedly collected one of the empty books and started looking through the pictures in a nearby pile.

As James looked at a picture of himself tripping over Pinkie in the kitchen his false smile faded into a genuine one. “I'll never understand how she adapts so quickly to all this. And working around me, I'm so used to trying to be everywhere in a kitchen it's astonishing this didn't happen more.”

“I think it's 'cause she doesn't think too much about it.” Applejack calmly answered, watching James.

“Well, she does seem pretty good at that.” James quipped with a smirk.

“And you're always thinking about things. Like where she's at, what needs doing, and what's coming up next. But you've made room for her all the same.”

“Not that easy at my size.” James joked again before looking down at himself, his smile fading once more.

Applejack collected another picture, taken on Jurai with Rainbow Dash clearly excited about something as it appeared she was describing something to Utsusumi. “You might think that with how she complained, our visit to Jurai was boring. But she talked about that run in with those bugs for days.”

As she described her memory around the picture, she located a glue stick to paste the picture into the book. “Do we have any leafs? Or some bug stickers or anything?”

“I'm sure we have something.” James said as he began digging through the supplies.

“Did anypony in your family scrapbook?” Applejack casually asked. “Back when you were young?”

“That long ago …” James tried to joke, “I think an aunt and a few of my cousins did. Not as much as you do, though.”

“They come to your station too?”

James paused briefly before emerging with a packet of stickers and some fabric leafs. “No. Outside the castle the only living family I have left is my brother Sean and his wife.” He said before taking on a more casual tone, “I guess you could count the Jurai royal family if you want since I am married to Tenyo. But you know how that goes.”

“I may know, but I don't understand how marriage is political.” Applejack said as she used the leafs and bug stickers to create a border for the photo.

“Typically not in a good way.” James gave a slight shrug as he grinned, “But I got some good in-laws in the deal too, so I'm not complaining.”

James watched as Applejack finished the page, observing with a curiosity that bordered on envy.

“You know, with how important memories are to you, even copying them every few years, I'm surprised you never picked up scrap booking.” Applejack said, examining her own work.

“It's just one of those things that seems to fly over my head.” James said, looking down at his own blank page.

“It's easy, you just take a picture of something you want to remember, and put it on the page with some things that give it context.” Applejack said, confident as she gestured to the completed page. “Like this here picture. Give it a few years and I doubt we'd so clearly remember the bugs that chased Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy. Then all this picture would be is that she had a conversation with some fella.”

Applejack sifted through the pictures looking for one that should work to help James learn. “Ah, here we go. How about you do this page: What do you remember most about that first trip to the beach?”

James paused, vividly remembering his stress and feeling every eye in the store on him. He remembered the undue special treatment and attention he had simply for walking in.

“I remember Rainbow Dash and Pinkie pulling the watermelon away at the last second,” James answered with a practiced smile. “The fireworks that night, and just the beach itself.”

“Sounds to me like you've got plenty to pull from.” Applejack said encouragingly. “Now let's see what we've got here to represent all that.”

***

Fluttershy's hooves barely made a sound as she and James walked along the well worn path, a warm summer breeze carrying the rich scents of the season. The trees around them, lush and vibrant, rustled gently as they cast a dancing pattern of light and shadow, as if the path itself were alive with a quiet magic.

Alongside the path, a clear brook gurgled softly, it's constant sound a soothing companion to their steps. Fluttershy's ears perked slightly as she heard the natural music around them: the distant hum of cicadas and the occasional call of a songbird hidden among the foliage joining the gentle babble of the water.

She had nearly lost herself in the moment as the chashitsu came into view. The small teahouse stood gracefully at the water's edge, it's simple wooden structure gracefully blending with the nature surrounding it, as if it had always been there. Moss crept along the base of the building, a soft green border against the polished wood. Part of the teahouse extended over the pond, the still waters mirroring the trees above and the dragonflies that darted about. Occasionally a faint patch of white or orange could be seen as a koi briefly came into view.

She was reminded of her own home, of calm mornings with her animals, yet there was an otherworldly quality to the teahouse, as if time moved more slowly here. As they approached, the sliding shoji doors stood open, inviting them inside.

“This is beautiful James.” Fluttershy gasped as she stepped into the building.

A low table waited for them with an array of tools that looked vaguely familiar to James as he got a closer look before sitting on a cushion beside the table.

“It really is.” James said, his voice noticeably quieter as he looked around. “To be honest, I had no idea this is what was being recommended when I asked about a quiet place to have tea.”

Fluttershy sat across from James, only to notice his sleight discomfort. Not as though he didn't enjoy the teahouse, but rather looking like he was afraid that he might break something.

“Also …” James hesitantly continued, “I didn't realize this was for a tea ceremony and I have no idea how to do a tea ceremony. If it's okay with you I'd still like to stay a while, maybe we can find some tea after enjoying the scenery here for a while.”

“Of course I'd like to stay.” Fluttershy said emphatically. She took a moment to calm herself and looked to the tea making tools laid out on the table. “I do know what to do … at least I think I do. Lemon Thyme showed me once.” She explained as she began to identify the instruments for herself.

Fluttershy began measuring out matcha and examining the cast iron kettle. “Though, I guess if I get it wrong you wont mind.” She said with a giggle.

“Even if I somehow noticed.” James said with his characteristic half smile, watching Fluttershy go about whisking the matcha with a bamboo whisk.

Once they both had their tea, they looked out over the pond, the sound of nature accentuating the timeless feeling of the teahouse. Fluttershy hadn't taken long in abandoning the tea ceremony once she realized that despite the lesson she had she didn't fully know what she was doing. And having given up on actual ceremony they simply enjoyed each other's company.

“I actually tried to learn the ceremony thinking it would be fun to do with Discord.” Fluttershy said, watching a firefly land gently on the deck overlooking the pond.

“Given how quickly we gave up on the actual ceremony, I can only imagine it driving Discord insane.” James commented before taking a sip of his tea. The strong grassy flavor distracting him briefly from the view.

Fluttershy giggled once more, “I don't know, he can be very patient if he wants to be.”

“The hitch being, “When he wants to be.””

“He was surprisingly patient when I was still thinking about if I wanted to go through with the procedure. Of course he really wanted me to, and he tried so hard to convince me.”

James paused, looking to his friends sitting beside him. “But it was your choice, right? This was something you wanted to do?”

“Oh, yes.” She giggled as she remembered the pleading of her closest friend. “I already knew I wanted to, but the thought was still scary.”

They sat in the warm sunlight, only the sounds of nature filling the silence between them before James spoke once more.

“Okay, I need to know what he did to try convincing you.”

Fluttershy laughed softly at James' burst of curiosity. “Oh you know Discord …”

“Exactly, that's why I've got to know.”

Fluttershy happily talked about Discord coming to talk to her, pretending to be a variety of different experts: Doctors talking about everything that could go wrong, and how unpredictable life can be, philosophers expanding on the meaning of existence.

With a smile she explained that he never actually disguised who he was, or at least he didn't disguise himself well. “It was just his way of showing how much he cared.” Fluttershy said as she finished recounting the more ridiculous efforts Discord had gone through.

“He does care an awful lot.”

Fluttershy nodded silently before finishing her cup of tea. “But he did eventually say just what had him so scared.”

James sat quietly, more than ready to hear the explanation.

“It was how easily Xellos had just brushed us all aside. Discord realized just how fragile we all are and that one day we might just not be there anymore.”

James nodded as he looked out over the water. “It's a strange feeling to look around and suddenly remember everyone who's missing. And knowing just how easily that could happen again.” He deliberately kept his gaze forward as he spoke, feeling the slight moisture rim his eyes. Though even as he blinked, no tears fell.

“Oh, I hadn't realized just how long we'd been here!” Fluttershy suddenly said as she noticed the shadow of the clouds stretch further. “Wasn't there somewhere else you were planning to go?”

James nodded as he allowed the breeze to dry the edges of his eyes. “There was a flower exhibit at the horticultural society, but I doubt it could actually compare to what we've found here.”

“It would be nice to stay just a little longer.”

***

Mikami, once again in her usual guise as a kindly yet authoritative middle-aged woman – meticulously inspected a practice pistol in her hands, despite it's harmless nature she gave it the same scrutiny she would give a live weapon. Her sharp eyes examined the accuracy of the crosshairs as she fired several test shots, ensuring that the weapon would fire it's non lethal ammunition consistently without issue. Every piece of equipment had to function perfectly, after all. Failure, even in training, was not acceptable.

Satisfied, a faint smile tugged at the edges of her lips as she handed the weapon to James, who accepted it without hesitation.

He gripped it casually, but it was clear that he viewed the weapon not as an extension of himself, but as a tool to be handled with care. Biting his lip briefly he turned to the target Mikami had used to test the weapon and took a breath as he fired several times. Each shot landed on the target, but spread out over it rather than centered where he had been aiming.

Mikami's eyebrows rose in silent assessment. She recognized that while his aim wasn't precise, his shots were effective, particularly for the man who openly preferred hand to hand combat. Without a word, she shrugged, offering neither praise nor criticism, and motioned for him to follow her into the next room.

Rainbow Dash waited for him, standing alongside Airi, her arms crossed and mirroring the same smugness as the pegasus. The air was thick with anticipation, while this was a last minute plan everyone involved had some stake in the outcome, no matter how small. In the briefing room, a holographic display blinked to life, showing the layout of the simulated urban maze James and Rainbow Dash would soon find themselves in.

“The challenge,” Mikami began, her tone calm but commanding, as if she were speaking to her cadets, “is simple. A team of seven cadets will be hunting you down. Your objectives: Evade and escape by reaching the marked prop vehicle at the edge of the maze, or neutralize the the cadet team.”

Rainbow Dash's wings twitched excitedly, her cocky smile widening as she glanced to James, who simply wore his typical half smile.

Nothing had to be said, everyone in the room knew that one thing was certain: escape was not an option.

With a flash of light James and Rainbow Dash found themselves standing on a nondescript street corner, surrounded by mock storefronts their windows dark, while lifeless, empty vehicles dotted the roadside. The artificial city felt desolate, even as a breeze blew through, rustling Rainbow Dash's mane and feathers and tugging at James' long hair. The barren streets added a sense of isolation, as if it were a city long abandoned.

Rainbow Dash looked around eagerly, her wings twitching with anticipation, She knew the cadets wouldn't show themselves so soon, but she couldn't help hoping. The promised thrill of a good fight, especially as she knew it would be a head on confrontation. Still she sensed the promise of a challenge in the air.

James eyes lingered on the emptiness of everything around him, the same breeze smelling thick with iron to him. His chest tightened as memories began to once more pull at him, but the sounds of city-life – chatter, footsteps on the pavement, and even faint music – though artificial, anchored him in the present. He took a slow, steadying breath forcing himself to focus on the noise around him instead of the emptiness pushing in on him.

Noticing the subtle movement, Rainbow Dash looked to James, she'd seen that look before – the tightness of his jaw, the controlled breathing. He was slipping back into his memories again.

She gave him a gentle nudge with her wing as she looked to him, her eyes gleaming with confidence. A small gesture, but enough to remind him that she was here.

He offered her a small smile, his grip on the present firming up as he took a deep breath, satisfied at the absence of the metallic scent. In that moment his nerves stilled and he was ready, they would win this.

The pair darted along the sidewalk, keeping something between them and the open space as often as possible. More than once turning at the sounds being broadcast, expecting cadets to be bearing down on them.

The surprise of the first encounter lasted only a moment. Acting reflexively to the threat she didn't even realize was there, Rainbow Dash spread her wings and shot up into the air. The gust from her sudden flight blowing about the legs of James' pants as she narrowly avoided the shot aimed for her. Her sudden flight immediately alerted James to the change in their situation, and in response he dove for nearby cover in a narrow alley.

The ambient noise being pumped into the the training field continued unaffected, though occasionally drowned out by the irregular fire of the cadet's weapon. Rainbow Dash's heart raced as she dodged, weaved and barrel rolled around the shots as they came in faster. She felt the wind beneath her as each wing beat closed the distance between her and her target.

The shots came faster as the cadet's desperation grew. He had been certain that he could handle two civilians in a training scenario, he had even gotten the drop on them. His hands were steady as he continued to shoot, unsuccessfully trying to lead Rainbow Dash, but her movements were too quick and her choices were unpredictable. His attention fully absorbed by the darting figure flying quickly towards him caused him to miss the threat closing quickly from the alley beside him.

James's focus was as blinding as the cadet's, the only thing he saw before him was his target. The sound of his shoes hitting the pavement blended easily with the ambient noise as he rushed through the alley. The training gun lifted as James lined up his shot, and with a breath James squeezed the trigger three times in quick succession. The noise matched by the cadet's own shots, though the result was notably different. The cadet froze as he felt the markers hit him, and in a flash of light he vanished as he was transported away.

With only a few quick beats of her wings Rainbow dash came to an abrupt stop midair just above where the cadet had been moments ago. She shot James a wild grin before rocketing skyward again. The wind whipped through her mane as she squinted against it, her sharp eyes scanning the maze below her. Every detail on the mock urban maze burning itself into her memory in the few seconds she had above the rooftops.

In one fluid motion she twisted her wings, descending to wards James who was now moving parallel to where she had spotted four of the remaining cadets, their forms barely visible among the twists turns and obstacles of the training ground. She drifted down, subtly alighting on James back where she used her wings to silently signal to him as she guided him through the streets.

The ambient city noises around them covered their movements, but it also meant they couldn't be sure the cadets hadn't shifted positions in the time it took them to get there. As they approached the intersection, Rainbow Dash suddenly beat her wings, the force stopping James midstep.

She rested her head on his shoulder as she peered past him, from where they stood the intersection seemed clear, but Rainbow Dash was certain that the cadets were nearby, hidden just out of sight. James could feel the tension building in Rainbow Dash as she adjusted herself, clearly ready to make a sudden move.

James closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, allowing his senses to broaden. He felt the warmth and energy of Rainbow Dash radiating through his back. Further ahead, he felt the faint, anxious presence of the cadets, their presence pricking slightly at the edge of his awareness. Further still he felt the calmer energy of the two final cadets. He disregarded them for the moment, as it was the nervous energy nearer he and Rainbow Dash confirmed one thing: this was definitely a trap.

James opened his eyes again, the sensation fading as he considered how best to approach the situation. Without much consideration he began walking forwards, Rainbow Dash releasing him and flying low as she made for a side street.

Once released James picked up the pace until he was jogging towards the apparent ambush, gun held at a low ready position.

With a sudden burst of speed James leapt forward, twisting his body to the side as he went, firing at where he had earlier sensed one of the cadets. He braced himself as he took to the air, landing on the backside of his shoulder and rolling as he worked with his inertia.

Forced into cover by James' wild shots the cadet didn't have time to call out to her team mates before chaos erupted in the intersection. She growled as she considered what shot she could have taken, having known that James was coming. However, there were three other cadets and it was more important that the team win.

As James landed he rolled onto his opposing side and fired at the cadet just now taking aim at him. Two more hurried shots from James and the cadet took cover like his partner.

The trap sprung, the remaining cadets moved out to take advantage of James' prone position, one never seeing Rainbow Dash's attack from behind. With an excited laugh, Rainbow Dash hit the cadet full speed, knocking her forward onto the pavement.

The sudden appearance of their second target forced the last of the four cadets to choose her target. She looked to James, still on the ground, and then Rainbow Dash strutting midair over the other cadet. In that moment of hesitation a single shot rang out and in a flash of light she was transported away.

The two cadets who had been forced back into cover now stepped into the open, each choosing a different target to advance on.

Rainbow Dash's smile was just as intense as she turned from the cadet she hoovered above towards the one now taking aim at her. Her wings beat as she shot forward, squinting as the wind buffeted her face, her vision blurred slightly but she could still see enough to roll away from the shot, and with another twitch of her wings she adjusted herself to slam hooves first into the cadet. Once again she felt the cadet get knocked back, slamming him into the wall.

The cadet's eyes shot open as the air was forced from his body and he hit the wall, his gun fell to the ground with a heavy “clunk” as it slipped from his grasp, his only thought at the moment trying to catch his breath.

James rolled along the ground several more times as he avoided shots from the last standing cadet. The moment he was able to get his hands beneath him, he pushed hard against the ground and launched himself up and backwards, giving himself space to more effectively climb to his feet.

Rainbow Dash watched James rolling, noting that the other cadet's focus was absorbed trying to shoot him. Rainbow Dash walked to the dropped gun and reached down, picking it up in her teeth before tossing it in the air. She stretched her wings as she shot up after it, spinning as she kicked out at the gun and launched it towards James' assailant.

Hearing the curious noise the cadet dared take her eyes off James just in time to see the weapon flying towards her, but not soon enough to not be hit by it. Her head swam and throbbed as she tried to regain her senses, realizing as she did that she was no longer on the training grounds but in the briefing room she had left less than an hour earlier. Mikami looked at her and the four other cadets disapproving, but somehow amused.

“Perhaps you'll find scrubbing floors with Mitoto less chaotic … though no less humbling.” Mikami looked at a holographic representation of the training grounds. “And judging by the pace those two have set …” Mikami paused deliberately, counting silently as she smirked to herself.

Within seconds the final two cadets appeared in a flash of light, looking around the room and to each other, mouths agape in confusion.

***

The salty smell of the water was gently carried on a light chill breeze of night air that blew across James and Rainbow Dash as they quietly watched the waves lap against the shore. James lounged against a pile of sand he'd made shortly after they found their spot, Rainbow Dash on the other hand lounged against James, his hand idly rubbing the base of her neck.

Uncountable pinpoints of light formed unfamiliar constellations in the alien sky, not that Rainbow Dash knew or cared, and the only other light came from a street lamp far enough behind them that only a dim glow was cast across the sand where the two comfortably sat. A small device lay in the sand beside them, playing a soft tune familiar to them both.

Minutes passed peacefully before James spoke, his usual half-smile worn comfortably on his face. “So,” He began, his voice easily heard over the gentle waves but just as peaceful, “good plan?”

“Very good plan.” Rainbow Dash agreed, shifting her back slightly as she made herself more comfortable and taking a deep breath of the cool night air, allowing her mind to drift peacefully.

***

Upbeat electronic music thumped in the neon lit arcade, the bass mingling with the softer sounds of clicks, beeps, chatter, and even more quiet music from a row of competitive dancing games. Holographic displays showed fighting games, competitive and cooperative games, and rhythm games among others. The occasional clack of billiard balls hitting each other drifted over from the edge where overhead lights provided more light for those players.

Starlight smiled as she took it all in, perhaps a little overwhelmed by the immediately available options, but certainly enjoying the lively atmosphere. “You know,” She said, glancing up at to James, “this actually looks pretty fun.”

“You're telling me.” James replied, a smile spreading across his face, “I haven't been to an arcade since I was a kid.”

“It's not often I see a smile when you think about your past.”

“Despite what it seems,” he chuckled, “I do have some good memories.”

“You're not going to sit on the sidelines, are you?”

“Absolutely not!” James emphasized, his excitement showing through as he eyed a few games of interest.

Starlight smiled as she saw that for once in a long time, he was simply enjoying the present.

***

“Okay, we have got to try this one.” Starlight insisted as she dragged James over to a rhythm dancing game.

The sectioned off area for the game was particularly large, despite only servicing two players at a time. The dancing station for each player had twelve spaces for them to keep track of arranged in a circle surrounded by a floating bar that served as support if necessary. The single holographic projection was occupied playing the demo meant to attract players as colorful orbs spread out from the middle to a slot that corresponded to one of the pads the player was meant to use. The orb changed color as it neared it's designated slot, slowly turning from yellow to blue as it did, than abruptly to red once it was past.

“Alright. Hopefully I don't embarrass you too much.” James said, smiling as he inspected the controls.

“Come on, I've seen you do some impressive things on a dance floor.” Starlight said dismissively.

“There's a difference between my dancing and getting instructions on how to use this.” James warned.

“It's not like I've ever played this before. I'll just have to hope that anyone watching will be too distracted by the handsome man I'm dancing with to notice me tripping over my hooves.” Starlight answered with a smirk and a wink. As she expected, James's face flushed red as he heard the compliment.

He uncomfortably cleared his throat, unable to keep himself from smiling, and nodded. “Alright, alright. Let's fail together.”

Starlight chuckled lightly at his response as she began pushing James onto one of the pads. “That sounds more like it.” She said as she took the pad opposite James.

Once inside the game's controls the music of the arcade sounded muted to them, and they were clearly able to hear the electric pop song that the demo was synced up to.

“Ready?” James asked as Starlight took her position.

“Absolutely.”

With a few swipes of his hand in front of the holographic controls he opened the menu and chose for the game to randomly select their song, uncaring what it was. He focused as he heard the first few notes of the song, trying to catch the rhythm and beat in the hopes that it would help.

The first real beat struck, sending a neon orb spiraling toward the outer ring, with the two of them stepping to catch the cues as the appeared. Red balls faded out, showing each misstep as they got their bearing. It wasn't long before they began to sync up, with each passing beat they got better, and before long the two had managed to draw a small crowd. Starlight stifled a small laugh as James missed a step but picked up the pace, grinning back at her, the challenge written in his eyes.

The pads thumped as they continued their game, the rhythm interrupted only occasionally by the odd miss-step that was quickly forgotten by the time the next beat came.

With every beat they pushed themselves harder, the neon light and pulsing music drawing them ever further in. Their concentration sharpened, determined to anticipate what was coming next. Their only thoughts beyond the game was the understanding that they were doing this together. Competing or cooperative didn't matter, each step missed or hit was one they were doing together. They both smiled as the specifics faded away. They were having fun, and that was all that mattered.

The crowed that had gathered soon found themselves drawn into the atmosphere as they cheered with every stretch of successes, and briefly lamented each failure. Some even tapping their feet with the beet of the music.

“I'll take on the winner,” a young man said, approaching the game.

The only reply he got was a half acknowledgment as Starlight and James concentrated on the neon orbs moving towards their slots. Little could break their almost entranced state as they continued to move to the music.

Soon, a veritable barrage of orbs flew towards their slots as Starlight and James had to suddenly pick up the pace once more. James bit his lower lip as Starlight narrowed her eyes, each determined to get as many correct as possible.

With one final stomp, the song ended. James and Starlight laughed as they left the area and went to sit in a pair of unoccupied seats.

“Phew,” Starlight commented as she sat down, “that was definitely harder than it looked.”

James flopped in the chair next to her grinning as he nodded. “But so worth it.”

As they relaxed, a young man they didn't recognize approached them. “So which of you won? I'm ready to go.”

James and Starlight looked at each other briefly before looking back to the young man and shrugging.

“Seriously?” He asked, clearly disappointed.

“Sorry.” Starlight awkwardly offered.

“Yeah,” James added, “we just don't care that much.”

***

Starlight sighed happily as a slice of pizza floated in front of her, held aloft by the emerald light of her magic. “I've wanted this all week.” She said moments before taking a bite full of tomatoes, green peppers, onion, and pineapple.

Starlight and James sat alone on the patio of a small pizzeria, lush foliage growing over the half wall and gentle lantern and candle light gave the feeling of sitting in a cozy garden. The cool night air was a welcome accompaniment to the still hot pizza that rested between them.

“You could have ordered some anytime.” James said with a faint laugh.

“No,” Starlight said, giving her voice an edge of sincerity as she spoke despite the casual topic, “pizza like this deserves to be savored at the right time in the right place and with the right company.” She paused as she genuinely smiled. “And I think that's just what we've got here.”

James smiled as he shook his head and took a piece himself. “Then I suppose I'll do just that.”

Piece by piece the pizza began to disappear between the two as they talked about nothing in particular. Eventually Starlight paused and smiled, “You know, you're free to flirt back … I mean more than you already do with everypony. Just because Lucca and I have made making you blush a game doesn't mean you don't get to try with us.”

“You just said I already flirt with all of you. Unless, or course, you're hoping for more.” James responded with a coy smile.

“Come on,” Starlight said, smirking as she readied her challenge, “do your worst.”

James feigned a confused expression before he replied. “You want my worst? Isn't that counter intuitive?”

“I mean, give me the best you've got. I'm sure you know how to really make a girl blush.” Starlight said as she rolled her eyes.

James easily reached his hand across the table, gently placing his hand on Starlight's cheek and staring directly into her blue eyes. “You know, you really do have beautiful eyes.” He said, his voice slightly deeper than usual as he held her gaze.

Starlight's chest tightened as she heard the words, feeling a sincerity in his voice she wasn't used to. Subtly, she swallowed the lump slowly forming in her throat as her smirk faded into a genuine smile. “Is that the best you've got?” She joked as she regained her composure. “I was expecting something more.”

James slowly blinked as he shrugged, “I couldn't help myself. They so clearly reflect the kind and beautiful mare that you truly are.”

The smile faded from Starlight's face as the tightness in her chest was replaced by her thundering heart, feeling as though it may burst free at any moment. Her mind shot back and forth between the desire to hear more and the urgent sensation that she had taken things too far.

She took a deep breath and promptly vanished in a flash of emerald light, leaving James alone on the patio staring into thin air.

Moments after vanishing, she reappeared at the house they had been staying at and paced frantically behind the bath, muttering to herself hurriedly. Dear Celestia what was I thinking?! Challenging him to do his worst? What in Tartarus was I expecting to happen?

Starlight's thoughts drowned out the sights and sounds around her, leaving her pacing blindly as she retreated further into her mind.

How could I have been so stupid?! She grimaced as the thought bubbled to the surface. I let myself get worked up because of Sunburst again, and put myself in this position. It's been months, can't I get over this already?

Every time something in a plan of mine goes belly up I over react and make things a hundred times worse!

The sudden stop as she collided with something soft but solid served to finally bring her mind back to reality. Finally registering what her eyes were seeing did nothing to relieve her stress as she recognized the casual clothes James had worn for their evening out.

James knelt in front of Starlight, having deliberately gotten in front of her. She had no idea how long he had been there, nor if she had been doing her worrying aloud.

She swallowed hard and looked up, seeing the concerned look James was giving her.

“Starlight, have I been hurting you?” James asked, his tone telling her just how concerned he was.

Starlight moved her eyes away from his, hating that she had worried him like this over what should be nothing. “I guess I couldn't handle your worst.” Her voice was weak, making the forced laugh even less believable.

“Have I been hurting you?” James repeated, his tone more gentle but no less concerned.

“No, I just … no.”

“Please, if I have done anything that's made you uncomfortable, or upset, or made you feel more alone I need to know. I care about you, I don't want to do anything that could hurt you.” James started to reach out but stopped short, pulling his hand away and moving it back to his side unsure of what he could to do comfort her but not make things worse. “Please, talk to me.” He quietly said.

Starlight nodded as she gave him a halfhearted grin. “You weren't hurting me. Actually, it was making me really happy.”

“Starlight, you vanished with barely more than a panicked squeak. You were pacing out here Twilighting so hard that I had to physically get in your way for you to even notice anything around you.” James explained, “What happened if I didn't cause this?”

“I … it's okay. I guess Lady Seto put me on edge for a few things I wasn't expecting.” Starlight said, reaching for any excuse she could muster.

James nodded, the concern on his face giving way to sympathy. “I may not know just what she did, but I understand what she can do to someone. If there's anything you need me to stop doing, let me know. I mean, I can guess one thing.”

Starlight felt a stab of guilt as she heard James talk, and she shook her head. “Don't change a thing … Just, maybe, don't give me your worst if I make the mistake of asking for it again.”

James gave a small relieved sigh, “I can do that. But if I ever risk overstepping, please just tell me so I can stop before you feel the need to flee.”

Starlight gave James a weak but genuine smile. “I will, don't worry.”

“I always worry, just know that I'm here for you if you need me.” James replied with a smile matching hers.

Starlight stepped forward and hugged James, whispering a quiet “Thank you” in his ear as she did. They lingered in that moment, the weight of their shared trust settling into the gentle embrace.

Author's Note

I've been getting help, both with burnout and trying to improve my writing in general. I hope to keep this quality up if not improve. That does mean taking more time to write as I practice and I'm not sure I'll be able to just pump them out.
I hope the quality compensates for the time between chapters.