Developments

Princess Celestia's brow was furrowed.

She did her best to alleviate the concerns of her subjects, but ultimately, word of the missing diarch evolved and warped faster than she could have anticipated. Theories and conspiracy theories and the ramblings of the crazed masses wormed their way through Canterlot, with even an odd servant and Guard asking on the subject. This was just the first day, and Celestia was already quite done with the turbulence.

Princess Celestia's brow remained furrowed.

She had hoped her sister would return, sooner rather than later, and had in fact suspected that her tenure at the Anomalous Containment Bureau would be brief... but this? Within the very same day? Luna was accompanied by the human as well, eyes wide and a tinge of fear in his features. She could feel the bubblings and the churnings of righteous fury building in her heart. Had he done something?

Princess Celestia's brow furrowed even further.

Had it come? She certainly hoped not. Given their faces, she felt thoroughly uneasy. If it had come, she knew that Liam's organization was in its infancy. How effective would it be to remediate such a horrendous possibility?

She had enough of the building anxiety, shifting on her recliner with a sigh. She decided that she did not care if they saw her state, given that they were the reason for it, and no amount of polite smiles would defuse the complete catastrophe that had been her day.

"What is it?"

The pair blinked at one another, Luna clearly having the greater share of bravery between the two, then she stepped forward. Her cerulean eyes jumped back to Liam, an action that seemed to inspire some sort of electricity between them. Celestia could see unspoken words, vague ideas and thoughts flowing between them, hardly realized or properly communicated.

She was growing agitated; her brow could only furrow so much.

"Sister, as much as I am enjoying our rather immediate reunion, I am growing quite tired of this silence," Celestia spoke slowly and authoritatively.

"He sees," Luna said, fixated on the human.

Celestia shook her head, smoothing out the plush red cushions beneath her.

"I do not understand," she said in annoyance, "what does he see?"

Luna looked to her sister with an intense look. Celestia could read the gravity and the seriousness in the gaze, but not the reason behind it. She knew just how serious this subject was, whatever it may be, because she had seen this look before. As she recalled, she had seen it twice, and both instances were preludes to great turmoil. The first had been their relation to Discord, a memory that had been burned away by their father, uncovered through his death. The second...

Well, the second had seen her best friend sent to a cold Tartarus for one thousand years.

Celestia leaned forward and pushed her wings to their sides. She looked to Liam, who under her gaze seemed to wilt ever-so-slightly. She knew instinctively that the human recognized her presence as intimidating, but this wasn't so subtle; she could feel fear beating through his chest. She softened her gaze some, and she brought her eyes down to the white carpet beneath her before settling them back on him.

"What did you see?"

Liam swallowed and squeezed a hand over his mouth. He looked to the floor, recomposing himself.

"It's not did... I do, I still do. I still see it," he said vaguely.

Celestia looked to her sister, then back to him, flitting between the two as though they had joined the madmares in the street. She was having none of the vagueness, looking to her sister intently. Luna's eyes didn't waver. She took a breath and broke her gaze, looking at Liam with a sad expression.

"He can see us."

Celestia sat back in her recliner and her face went completely neutral.

This was unprecedented.

If what Luna was saying was to be believed, Liam Webb could see something that no other creature had seen before. Even they were unaware of their natures for a good deal of time, and that discovery alone had seen them each hide themselves away. Even then, they only had a glimpse, thanks to Discord. Perhaps it had been their ages, but that entire period of Equestrian history was a portion of time best left forgotten in her mind. Their understanding of nature and reality had taken an incomprehensible amount of time to reconstruct and repair, hardly a development productive to the time of coming into your own and understanding yourself.

For the mortal mind, he was handling it quite well, all things considered.

Still, with such a development, Celestia felt suddenly vulnerable to his gaze. If what he was saying was true, what would be a gold-mine to an arcane theorist had become a veritable nightmare for the man in question. There was a reason that worship of the two sisters was prohibited; she had seen her subjects hold only a fragment of the look within his eyes, and that look was enough to introduce legislation strictly forbidding any further worship. Celestia could feel his eyes move over her in quick and fleeting motions, afraid to stay in one spot for too long. Awe, reverence, fear... to stare at a god would certainly be an arduous task for the uninitiated.

Celestia bit her lip and set her gaze on her teacup.

She imagined the warmth of the chamomile spreading over her palate, deciding promptly to bring her idea into reality. She levitated the white teacup from the saucer and pressed her lips to the gold-lined rim, taking a long and cathartic sip. She then levitated her tiara off of her head and dropped it on the coffee table, the golden accessory plodding dumbly against the wood in a uncharacteristically less-than-regal manner.

She fixed her eyes upon Liam once more, examining him with open curiosity. This was certainly a curious turn of events. He could not have concealed this behavior for very long.

"When did this start?"

"Tonight, when I raised the moon."

Celestia nodded and sighed.

"And you still see us both in this manner?"

He nodded. She tapped her hoof on the table as she sorted through her own thoughts. He looked towards Luna and found her eyes already locked on his, and despite the lingering traces of the sight before, he forced himself to keep looking.

"Well," Celestia started, grabbing his attention away from Luna.

"No pony alive can see what you see, Liam. The only other beings that can see as you can are the Immortals of Equus, and even then, it is a rare feat. If I had to guess, your death is the cause. A mishap allowed us to see ourselves as you see us, just one time, and I recall our reaction being similar to yours. Luna would not leave her room for a week," she explained.

Luna grimaced at the memory.

"H-how do I stop it?"

Celestia shook her head.

"I do not know. Speaking with Discord may be fruitful in that regard."

Liam remained quiet for a long time, then rose his head and spoke.

"You're not ponies. What are you?" Liam asked.

Luna and Celestia shared a look, a tinge of hurt in Luna's eyes. Celestia leaned back into the recliner.

"We do not truly know. Over the millennia, I have sought to find an answer to that question. Exploration and experimentation around our... condition has yielded little, an intentional outcome by a third-party."

Liam took an incensed step forward.

"Who?" Liam asked.

"I do not know."

Liam stood there for a moment, then looked down to his watch. He rubbed circles over it, then his finger hovered over the surface. It bobbed in the air as he waded through information in his head. He turned and tilted his head to the side in thought, then rounded in place and faced them.

"But that's not true, is it? I've seen the past, through her eyes," he pointed to Luna.

"You didn't want me to pick Ghastly Gorge as the location for Alpha. Ambient magical readings are three times higher than the Everfree Forest, all along the gorge," he realized. Luna found herself struck by the conviction in his words; that place was odd, and she felt a strange familiarity about it, beyond the proximity to the Everfree and the old castle.

Celestia's eyelid twitched.

"What happened there?"

"I do not know what you speak of," she said coldly.

Luna looked at her sister in confusion. Where was this coming from? He turned in place and looked towards the door, measuring a distance in his mind. He was recreating the surface of Facility Alpha, the top of the ravine, the place he saw in the dream.

"It split the earth open," he parted his hands, "a scar. Something went wrong."

Luna looked to her sister and saw the briefest glimpse of acknowledgement.

"At the hospital, you both told me that it hadn't happened, that she was never a unicorn. That's not true either. Neither of you were born like this, you were made this way. She didn't know, maybe still doesn't, but you knew," he said to Celestia.

"You have lost your mind," Celestia said sharply.

Liam paused, his eyes wide, hands raised at his sides. He dropped his hands and his face relaxed, but a sternness found itself in knitted eyebrows. He suppressed the shivers he felt.

"Maybe, but you knew. I know you did."

Celestia stood and snorted, eyes narrowed, trying to physically leave the conversation.

"Why wouldn't you tell me?"

Celestia turned back like a whip. Her magenta eyes could cut diamonds.

"You are inventing a past that does not exist," Celestia snapped.

Liam pushed forward, finding himself on the plush white carpet. Luna further found herself put off by this display.

"You are hiding something, I know you are," he asserted.

Liam brushed a hand through his hair, budding anger in his eyes.

"You told me to trust you, how am I supposed to do that if you're hiding this from me?"

"You will trust what I tell you! I hide nothing!"

Celestia had nowhere to run. Luna tried to get a word in, but Liam was faster. His voice climbed higher.

"Who made you like this?"

Celestia spun around, wings flared and posture low, her vocal chords tensed and her lungs full. With a snarl and vicious eyes, she let out a booming shout. All sense of regality had dissipated, all composure and tact. The shout echoed throughout the halls of the castle, down the streets of Canterlot, past the hills and valleys. It was the cry of a wounded animal.

"I DO NOT KNOW!"

Liam threw a hand before his face to stop the rushing winds that flew past him. The teacup and the saucer went airborne, soaring across the room before shattering beside the door. Luna's wings flew open and she leaned forward to brace against the force. When the shout had passed, they stood silent in that room, save for Celestia.

Her shoulders heaved and carefully set makeup ran in streaks down her face. Tears began to freely spill out of her eyes, and Liam saw through the fog of divinity; another mortal mare, cursed with immortality, the weight of rule and the pressure of the unknown bearing down upon her.

"I do not know," she said in sorrow, then succumbed to sobs.

Luna's navy hooves sped across the expanse and her wings enveloped Celestia in a comforting embrace. Celestia melted under the attention and buried herself within her sister's warmth. Liam stood in shock at the sight unfolding before him, then turned one foot away to walk outside. When his head turned, he saw Flash Sentry at the door, looking upon the scene with wide eyes. Liam made a decision then, shook his head to dismiss Flash, then made his way over to Celestia.

Luna gave him a look that communicated her whirlwind of emotions flying around the room.

Despite his apprehensions, he moved closer, then wrapped his arms around her upper back. Whatever her reasons, Celestia knew something her sister did not, something she tried very hard to bury. They stood there until morning came and she had fallen into sleep, comforting her. Luna took it upon herself to raise the sun, a feat she had only done once before. When that was done, she lowered the moon.

Liam and Luna left together in a flash of light, each silent and within their own thoughts. Questions and answers remained unvoiced and unspoken, mysteries that would need to be unraveled at a later time.

Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock...

"Sir?"

Liam shot awake in his chair, spine crying out in agony over his poor sleeping position. With a huff and a grunt, he levelled out and leaned over his desk, propped up on his arms. He blinked bleariness away to find a mustached stallion looking at him with emotionless eyes.

He cleared his throat and dismissed the fleeting embarrassment. He checked his watch for the time. Six-thirteen. His circadian rhythm was something to be worked on.

"What is it, Mister Treble?"

The stallion bobbed his head to the door, a rather tired looking mustard pegasus mare with gray hair behind him. She gave him a small smile and Liam sprung from his chair, suddenly far more alert.

"Miss Do, good to see you back on your hooves," he said in relief.

"It feels good to be on 'em," she said.

Liam turned to Treble and gave him a courteous nod, then gestured to the chair before his desk.

"One more thing, sir," Treble droned, "the phone system has been completed. Your phone will be installed tomorrow."

"Thank you, Treble."

"Yes, sir," he said flatly, leaving the office and shutting the door behind him.

Daring navigated to the chair and, after stretching her wings for what must have been the fifth or sixth time since she had awoken, carefully and strategically slumped down on top of it. Liam's eyes widened and he moved toward her with concern, but then he noticed her rose eyes staring up at him. She blew a raspberry. Liam chuckled and took a seat in his own chair.

"I heard you were checking up on me," she said with fatigued amusement.

Liam's eyebrows went up and he smiled. He lifted up his mug to take a sip of what he could only assume to be room-temperature coffee.

"Of course I did. What kind of boss would I be if I didn't care about my employees?"

She closed her eyes.

"The average one," she said.

There was no coffee to be had. He must have cleared the mug earlier. Liam leaned back in his chair and set the mug back down onto the desk-top.

"Lucky for you I'm not average, huh?"

Her eyes opened with a roll that could flatten mountains.

"Yeah, lucky me, not every pony out there gets a job where they get put in a pod and their emotions drained."

Liam's smile evaporated. He leaned forward on his desk.

"How are you feeling? Aside from the obvious, of course," he said quietly.

Daring Do took in a deep breath and sighed. She adjusted her position in the chair until she was in a seated position, bringing a hoof up to her eye to rub the tired warmth from it, but the action was unsuccessful. She instead opted to close her eyes again and just remain seated there for a moment.

"Have you read any of my books, Liam?"

Liam shook his head.

"Can't say that I have, no. Why?"

She hummed.

"There's a chapter in one of my earlier releases, a griffon by the name of Flyheart ends up drugging me with a Yakistani sleeping toxin. I fought him, half asleep, for the antidote. It kind of feels like that, but there's no cure. I just feel like I'm in between being asleep and awake."

"That doesn't sound too pleasant."

She hummed again, then let out a long yawn.

"Doctor Stitch says it'll be gone in a few days, but I just feel so tired."

Liam got up from his desk and moved towards her. Her ears followed his movements. He stopped beside her and set a hand on her shoulder reassuringly. He gave her a squeeze.

"Take as long as you need to get back up to full speed, okay?"

He broke contact, then turned to sit back down, only to be cut off by a snore. He looked to find her head tilted back and her mouth dropped open, seated upright and dead-asleep. He gave a half-smile at the display, seated himself and set his eyes back on his desk.

There was a report for him from Research and Development, papers that put him to sleep prior to her arrival. He decided instead of a thorough read through to pick up where he left off and skim the rest of the page. Soon, their autoloading crossbows would be ready, various magical bolt-tips available for use in the field. Firearms weren't on the table yet, but the rifle was doing wonders for accelerating their research. Hopefully they could skip past musket-and-ball warfare entirely, and from his briefing on the subject, they already had cannons in service.

The more tools at their disposal, the better.

It would be a while before any findings were passed along regarding that spot in the woods. His earlier talk with Celestia had brought forth a more fervent thirst for understanding; what exactly had happened there? The location made a good spot for construction for a variety of factors, but an unforeseen boon was the wealth of ambient magic soaked into the ground. Surveyors were taken aback by the readings their instruments gave off.

To his understanding, it was harmless, acting as a slight boost to a magical user's abilities. That would play a significant role in Peridot's power-grid. But ambient magic has a long decay time, meaning that those readings had been astronomically high in the past. Who knows what those readings looked like one thousand years ago. Whatever the process was, it was enough to imbue the power to move a celestial object at whim. Who had done that before? Why was that necessary?

Another stack of papers taunted him to the left. Articles about integrating a changeling workforce, ethical concerns, considerations for veterans of the invasion, possible deployment strategies and logistical clusterfuckery. He pinched his eyebrow and forced himself to read through it, then noted a small blue signature at the bottom of the last page. Luna's handwriting.

That inevitably put his train of thoughts on track to her. Her sister has been keeping information from her for reasons unknown and for a duration of time he was incapable of imagining. But that was just a stepping stone to another topic. How was he going to talk to her now? A veritable goddess. His fingers found themselves on his watch, tapping away. He needed to speak with Discord.

Everything was getting too complicated. His feelings about her, the situation with the magic site, the Changelings and handling ACB affairs were coming to a critical mass. Something had to be done, but what? What did he feel about her?

There was a lot on the table. He sighed.

"Whuzzat?"

Liam looked up to find the snoring pegasus was now awake, or at least an approximation of that state.

"Good morning," Liam said.

"Did... did I just pass out?"

Liam snorted.

"You were out like a light."

She flashed him an embarrassed smile.

"Sorry, boss. I should probably go back to the dorms then. Can't even hold a conversation like this."

"It's okay, take as much time as you need, alright?"

She nodded in her half-asleep state, and with a yawn, fumbled out of the chair and towards the door. As she gripped the handle, he rose from his chair.

"Daring?"

She turned back to give him a bleary look.

"It's good to have you back," he said.

She gave him a nod and went outside. The office fell quiet once more, and upon looking down at Luna's seal again, decided that he needed to join her for the lowering of the moon. There, he hoped that they would be able to converse a little more freely. He stood from his seat, jacket foregone, and took his exit as well.

The elevator doors opened before him, sliding past with a soft hiss, revealing the entryway to the facility. They had yet to populate the room with any meaningful props, but once it was ready, this room would look not too dissimilar from a forest service station. In the ultimate scheme of things, this was a low-priority task.

He approached the exit door and pushed it open, tall grass sweeping underneath the bottom of the door. He stepped out and felt the tug of the blades against his pant legs as he strode out into the field, the sky an orange and amber canvas above. Luna was waiting for him in the field, her starry mane undulating with the grass under the whims of the wind.

The door shut behind him with a soft thud, Luna's ear shooting towards him. Her head turned to him, cyan eyes fixated on him standing there. He walked through the green field and tried to quell the irrational pang of fear that jumped into his chest, looking to the drifting sun on the horizon. He placed himself beside her.

"Hello," she said him quietly.

"Hey," he responded.

He took a shaky breath as faint lingerings of her aura floated lazily about her.

"Celly will speak with us tomorrow about... about..." she began. She moved her hoof in the air in a circle.

"Good."

They stood there and watched the sun, Luna biting her lip as a frown threatened to spill over her face.

"Art thou afraid of me now, Liam?"

Liam did not respond immediately, glancing over to her. She looked back to him, her eyebrows arching up in the center.

"A little, but it's getting better," he said with a reassuring smile.

It did not change her disposition. She shut her eyes and took a breath to calm herself. She opened her eyes to find a look bathed in trepidation and concern in his eyes.

"We art sorry," she said sadly.

Liam's eyes hardened and his face contorted tightly, muscles pulling together with resolve. He took a few steps towards her and set his hand on her withers, suppressing a shiver upon contact. She wouldn't look at him, but subconsciously moved closer to his touch.

"Don't be, you have nothing to be sorry for. I'm sorry I reacted the way I did," he said.

"Thou reacted as anypony would," she replied, still looking away.

He rubbed her coat. His heart beat a little faster.

"But I reacted that way to you, and I shouldn't have. I trust you more than anyone I know, more than myself."

He moved closer to her face and gazed at her with soft eyes. He hoped she would look to him, and as the seconds passed, the warmth of his smile fled. Her ear remained fixed upon him. His hazel eyes became melancholy.

"I had nothing to be afraid of, and I'm sorry," he whispered.

She finally turned her head to him, her eyes drawn to his. Liam, upon making her gaze, felt the unnatural fear and anxiety lift somewhat. His lips folded inwards into a small, restrained, bittersweet smile. She matched the expression.

"Don't be," she said softly. Liam smiled at the contraction.

Soon, the ritual would repeat as it did the previous night, the sun sinking down the sky. Luna looked away to the sun.

"If thou... if you want to leave, you may. I understand," she said neutrally.

He turned the horizon. He closed his eyes and wrestled with his desire to flee. His heart beat faster. He sank down into the grass and crossed his legs, hands laying palm-flat in the soft grass. The scent of the field hung lightly in the air, and with a breath, flowed

"I won't."

She reached out with her magic, tendrils of azure and blue spilling out from her horn, flying upwards at unimaginable speed below the horizon and through the soil. He watched silently as the two celestial bodies shifted past each other, lights beaming down from above as burning stars became nearly blinding pinpoints of light.

His fingers dug into the soil below and he held his breath, waiting with a nervous glance to the mare beside him.

He watched as the display intensified, and in her element, Luna drove the moon up into the sky, almost as naturally as breathing. Pressure seemed to build within Liam's mind and his eyes screwed shut, his ears popping. His chest felt tight, as though he were falling through the air.

Suddenly, the air lightened. The pressure dissipated, and he let out a nervous chuckle.

He opened his eyes to find webs and arcs of white and blue light retreating towards Luna, folding close to her skin and hovering just above the surface. The lights cast no shadows, nor did they illuminate her, instead outlining her against the moonlit field. She did not look to him, fearing the expression on his face; she did not want to see what she had seen before.

Liam turned to the moon, the distant silhouette of Canterlot Castle hanging from the mountain, vague shapes darker against the tapestry of stars behind it.

"I've been thinking," Luna said softly.

Liam swallowed. He felt an anxious pang.

"Yeah?"

He dared not look to her. Fears and doubts began to surface in his mind.

"Yes."

He sent her a look, and felt relief that those radiant eyes were not already upon him.

"What about?"

She hung her head.

"About me. About my sister and Discord."

Liam let the words hang in the air, waiting for her to elaborate. Her head swiveled over towards him, cyan irises with white flecks of energy sitting within them. He kept her gaze.

"I was a unicorn?"

Liam stretched out his legs and rested back on his elbows, staring up at the sky and pulling the memories from his mind. Obscured details and poorly realized histories recompiled and clarified in his thoughts.

"I think so, yes. I saw you as a child," he said.

Luna paused.

"What happened?" she asked.

Liam probed his left canine with his tongue.

"I don't know. It's hard to remember, but I feel like something bad happened. Something went wrong."

"You think it caused the gorge?"

Liam nodded.

"I know it did, I can feel it. I don't know how, or why, but I know."

They sat there in silence for a few moments, the sound of chirping crickets and the buzz of insects picking up as the world cooled under the white light of the moon. Liam took in a deep breath and prepared to ask her about their change in dynamic.

"I feel... I feel that I am a fraud, Liam. As though I-" Luna started, her voice warbling as she spoke. Liam immediately jumped in, his eyes taking hers once again. The cyan pools held a deep mourning, a hollowing stare. The frown on her lips threatened to rip his soul out.

She was hurting. This whole mess cut deeply, a forgotten memory coming to the surface.

He took her hoof into his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, rubbing his thumb over the thin coat at the joint.

"A fraud? Luna, you're the furthest thing from it," he stated firmly.

"What do you see when you look at me?"

Liam held his gaze, rubbing her hoof.

"You first. How do you see me?"

Luna craned her neck towards him and pushed down the urge to retreat. Her eyes jumped between his, searching within them for something he could not guess. She looked in his eyes for her own conclusions about him.

"I see a stallion with great troubles and a good heart, doing as best he can to protect ponies he owes no allegiance to. He is kind and considerate, and despite his proclivity to making my sister tear her mane out, is an immensely interesting and sensitive creature," she said.

Liam was caught off guard by the statement, his cheeks flushing and a warm glow flooding through his torso.

"I am proud to know his company," she whispered with a nod.

Liam struggled to find his words.

"Luna, I-"

"No need," she shook her head with a pearly white smile.

Liam sorted through his thoughts, sitting in the grass beside her. She broke her gaze upon him and looked up to the stars above, her eyes almost glowing under the speckled sky. Then, her head dipped and she looked to the edge of the cliff, where the soil fell away to stone, her smile falling with it. For a moment, her appearance fell back into place, raw energy and incomprehensible power flowing away.

And she looked so alone.

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"I'm still here because of her," he said quietly. The words left his mouth instinctively, and when she chanced a look to him, he was already staring at her moon. The statement made him feel guilty, but he felt the truth of the it. He paused and closed his eyes.

"A woman grossly underappreciated by those around her, a beautiful woman with a beautiful soul, willing to hear my insane ramblings about old movies if only just to humor me. She has no idea what I'm talking about half the time, but she listens anyway," he mumbled with a low chuckle. His features eased some and the smile he wore faded into neutrality.

He turned back to see her staring at him intently, a blush on her cheeks and her attention hanging on every word. Her eyes were so open, so large. He felt he would lose himself in them, and turned back to the moon. The thudding in his chest picked up pace.

"She listens because she cares. She is more thoughtful than anyone I've ever known, and her kindness keeps me grounded, like she's the only thing keeping me from flying out there. I feel like I could tell her anything about me and she'd understand," he said calmly.

"She knows that I'm broken, but she's still there for me, and she's so strong, stronger than I could ever be. Braver than I could ever be," his lip shook. He didn't notice she was drawing nearer and nearer to him, emotions running high. Every word shook her.

"Every time I learn something about her, I find myself more and more thankful that she's in my life, and she's saved it more than once. She's... well, she's..."

'I think I love her,' he thought.

He found her breath sweet on his face, her eyes searching his once again, but this time... for something more. He was as alien to her as she was to him, but he knew that look. He knew what she was looking for, and in that moment, he knew what he needed to say.

Liam's eyes widened as Luna lunged forward, pressing her lips against his.

She was so soft. He pushed back, his lips parting and coming closed again with hers, his hand cupping her jaw. His eyes shut and he let out an impassioned gasp as they parted for just a moment, then she rushed in again. She moved around and pushed him further to the ground off of his elbows, standing above him. She left his lips, her eyes wide and looking down at him. Her mane fell over him and draped him in it's soft embrace, the smell of scented oils and her natural smell.

They stared at one another for a delightful eternity, their hearts hammering away in their chests.

"Luna," he whispered breathlessly, looking up at her, laying in the soft grass.

She craned down towards him again, wings spread wide, and she gently brought their lips together once more. The loving kissing raised in fervor and excitement, then, at fever-pitch, they parted once again for a break.

That break would not last for long.

Author's Note

It isn't a Caspian fic if there isn't crying at least every three or so chapters. I have also gone ahead and changed the Horror tag to a Drama tag, considering the vast majority of the story so far has been dominated by a dramatic plot. Also, we're finally here: the Liam/Luna moment!

I put a blog post up a little while ago of a conversation I had with Tyrannicide Productions, a brief series of questions he had and answers I gave, available here: https://www.fimfiction.net/blog/993086/qa-with-tyrannicide

Big thanks to whippyberryfor uploading what I consider to be a beautiful piece of art. Give whippyberry a follow, she does great work.

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See you all for the next one!
Caspian