After some begging from his fiance, Fair Weather had shooed his mother away so they could spend some time alone. After some insistence that he bring fair weather to his favorite restaurant, he reluctantly brought fair weather to the Harvest Cafe, one of only three restaurants in town. After placing their order for two large hayburgers (Legacy received three patties), fries, and a large shake (Fair Weather insisted on an iced tea instead), they were now seated face to face and sheepishly looking at each other. Fair Weather raised his eyebrows, and Legacy knows that expression on his face—the one he makes when he's about to say something stupid.
"Soooooo," Legacy said, shifting his gaze to the side. Fair weather then started kicking his legs back and forth. “ Legacy asked Fair Weather, who was pouting, "How ya liking it here?"
"I haven't mixed with the common folk yet, my dear, so it was less than piquant." Fair Weather's radiant grin seemed to falter for a brief second. Legacy raised an eyebrow at this point. Legacy laid a hoof on Fair Weathers and said, "Let's maybe start off by not referring to them as common folk." Fair weather looked at him in shock and said, "Why?" After a brief pause, Legacy said, "You might make people feel a bit in’secure about they place in life, so to speak."
"Instead, they are my subjects," the other man said with a thoughtful frown.

"No fair weather, callin dem by they names, okay?" Legacy grimaced as the waiter brought their food at that precise moment. Fair Weather saw the burgers and widened his eyes as a young stallion balanced the tray of food and then levitated it over to their table. At the corners of Fair Weather's eyes, Legacy noticed a hint of devastation. "Darling, are you sure this is... healthy?" Fair Weather poked the fries. Legacy grabbed one and stuffed it in his mouth, mumbling "yeah" as he did so. Fair Weather gave him an indignant look and agitatedly stirred his sweet tea, slapping him in the head with a fry. After much bickering and bribing Fair Weather to eat his food (which he liked but wouldn't admit to), he had bought an ostentatious slice of cheesecake that he also refused to eat and instead chose to pawn off to Legacy, who had put a dollop of whipped cream on his nose and smiled cheekily.

When they arrived at their home, Citrus was overjoyed to present Fair Weather with his ruined flower bouquet. The younger man kept quiet and instead smiled tightly at the child, which gave Legacy concern that he might have busted a vein. Midas held back a smile as he stood some distance away. He received a glare from Fair Weather that could have melted metal as he stormed upstairs. Citrus drooled on him in response as Legacy kissed his infant and placed him on the open space in his wheelchair. Citrus was going to the neighborhood park because Legacy had made a resolution to spend more time outside. No more hiding, no more running away! Legacy felt awful moving from the most impoverished areas of Ponyville to the most illustrious, he almost felt naked.

Trollpplace Park was another benefit of the large neighborhood.
While slowly moving through the neighborhood, Legacy heard a loud, welcoming "Hello!"
Sapphire Hooves was currently beaming down at him from her porch,he chuckled nervously.
“Hiya there Msrs Hooves uh how are ya doin?” Citrus licked his rump and squealed as Legacy muttered something apologetic. Sapphire Hooves was the extravagantly wealthy wife of Sapphire Sorbet, who owned the largest chain of instant oatmeal in all of Fillydelphia. She was quite lovely in Legacy's eyes, but he wasn't the kind to get close to people in general; he knew the couple had no foals and had difficulty having any. She appeared quite taken with Citrus Twist, who was attempting to shovel mouthfuls of his father's mane into his mouth. "Dear, how about you come in and we have some tea and biscuits?" Still smiling, she asked while shifting her weight from one hoof to the other. "Aw, yeah, ma'am," he stammered, "I mean, I'd love to..."
He tried to smile, but he probably looked like he was going to sneeze.

The interior of Sapphire Hooves' home was extremely fancy, and Legacy was a little concerned that if Fair Weather ever got back on his hooves, he would desecrate the house with the same obscenely extravagant decor. The house was filled with many vases and trinkets, as well as dresses and fabric thrown about haphazardly. Massive wall paintings, extravagant rugs that Legacy believed to be made of real wool, sculptures carved into the wood interior of the house, and red and gold fabric sewn into the exteriors of all the rugs seemed to swallow his hooves with each step. There were intricately decorated mirrors in every nook and cranny of the house.
Housemaids were frantically attempting to gather up jewelry that was scattered across the ground in all directions. However, Mrs. Hooves paid no attention and flounced through the crowded house while dragging Legacy behind her, chattering the entire time.

Citrus had just started to reach the age when kids would start toddling around, so of course he took advantage of this ability to destroy anything he could get his hooves on. Ms. Hooves had quickly picked him up and held him in a tight grip as he made an attempt to push the numerous vases off of the tables. Legacy shifted around uncomfortably before attempting to sit down.
Legacy could not fit in any chairs, and he did not want to get out of his wheelchair, so he chose to stand instead. In some mysterious way, Mrs. Hooves paraded the foal throughout her house while pulling out toys one after another from cabinets. Citrus was running around quickly, bumping into various pieces of furniture, and screaming the entire time. He liked his new toys, Legacy surmised.

The woman looked so happy holding his child that he really didn't have the heart to separate them. Legacy smiled at her through clenched teeth—man, she talked a lot. "Oh, I had always wanted to talk to you both, but you never really came outside, and you always hurried back inside so quickly, so I would be quite lonely all alone at home, and my husband would be gone all the time," she said. Citrus was licking her forearms while attempting to wriggle free of her hold. "Oh, you know that there's a new daycare down in the town, dear, but if you don't want to pay for that, you could bring this sweet little colt here, and I'll watch him free of charge," she continued, holding the foal in a vice grip. Citrus, who was trying to eat her pearl necklace, caught Legacy's attention. "Erm, I'll try to keep you in mind, ma'am, I promise.”

The mention of that seemed to make Mrs. Hooves perk up. She urged him, "Oh, my darling, you should really try the pastries from the bakery; they are quite delectable, and you know you can't get anything better." Legacy murmured, "Oh well, you know, ma'am, I think I oughta get goin' on home." while trying to move to the side. “Oh, please be safe on your way home, dear.” She wore a dejected look as Citrus escaped from Mrs. Hooves' arms, carrying a pearl from her necklace that she had to take out of his hooves before he swallowed it. Legacy cringed and picked up Citrus and slowly shuffled out of the house (while banging into her walls and cracking a vase)

The moment Legacy stepped outside, he nearly flew down the street, hooves pounding on the concrete with each step. Citrus's hair floated behind him as he laughed with delight at the speed. After a brief period of running, Legacy thought he should return to town and just shop.

Slowing to a trot, he started to walk slowly. Fair Weather had been giving him quite a large amount of money (that he never used) every week, insisting that he go treat himself. Perhaps he could go to the bakery and buy something nice. Legacy never really left the house, so he could try something new at the same time. The small town of Ponyville was bathed in midday sunlight as he approached the main street, where children were playing games and having fun in the schoolyard. Legacy was a little concerned about when Citrus would grow up and he would have to pick him up from this area. The decayed little cottages scattered along the cracked and worn-out paths seemed to be staring back at him.
Legacy remembered why he had stayed out of town.

Legacy finally arrived at SugarCube Corner after almost 30 minutes of trudging through town because he kept getting lost. He was surprised to find it packed, so he immediately ducked down. However, Citrus began babbling when he saw other ponies. Legacy tried to inch his way into line and make himself as small as he could when he felt a light tap on his rump. He slowly turned around to catch a glimpse of gleaming eyes and white teeth. Oh no. Celestial Sunlight was currently smiling at him with a toothy grin. “Oh! "I was starting to think you had moved away, but it's you, it's really you!” Legacy stared incredulously at the smaller stallion. He had spoken to the other man once, when he had unintentionally wandered into the library and was subjected to his nonstop babbling. Legacy was prepared to beat the man to death if he continued talking.

While grinning at Legacy, golden magic kept pushing the circular glasses
onto his face. Warm orange sunlight illuminated his amber eyes, cream-colored hair that turned golden at the tips, cream-colored tufts of fur on his feet, and spots all over his rump, and face. His cutie mark was an illuminated lightbulb. Legacy wasn't sure if it was because he was a loser.
The younger stallion, who had only recently reached adulthood, was a little younger than Fair Weather. As he gushed about the pastries and suggested that Legacy try an eclair, Sunlight's eyes appeared to widen. From his position on the chair, Citrus peered at him. “You have a child!" Is that the reason you were gone so long? "Hello, baby, hello!” The child only returned his gaze as Sunlight gushed over him. His glasses had come off of his face because he had leaned a little too far. The line moved forward as he brought them back to his face and continued speaking. Legacy thought his head would explode in another 10 minutes.
Celestial Sunlight was waiting for him to finish when it was finally his turn to place the order after nearly an hour of this torture. To make his time worthwhile, he had splurged on a number of croissants and other pastries. Legacy had brought Citrus a small cupcake just for him to experience. Celestial beamed at him from his corner, holding a massive bag of whatever that was in his grasp. The young adult followed Legacy as he made his way outside, and Legacy tried to strike up a conversation. “So.. uhm who ya going home to?” Celestial's expression immediately became happier. "I'm going to hang out with my grandpa, you know, because he's getting too old to go outside by himself, so I'm helping him," he said. “I haven't made many friends in this town, but it's nice." Yeah , he wondered why.

He was aware of Sunburst's arrival, which had occurred when Legacy was still a teenager; Legacy thought the man was a crackpot and avoided interacting with him. He lived in the far corner of town and did Celestia knows what all the time. Due to his friendship with Twilight, he was frequently gawked at by villagers to the point where he stopped going outside altogether.
One day, another person moved into the tiny house. Freeze Frame.
Legacy had seen her before; she had thin, slanted eyes and frequently glared at him when he had the misfortune to be in her presence. She had neon white electric mane strands that made her white spikey fur look like she had been struck by lightning. Her fur never stood flat. A flashing camera, as Legacy recalled, was her cutie mark. Sunbeam appeared after a few years. He was eerily similar to his father, save for the difference in his green eyes, which were the opposite of his father's, and his platinum blonde hair, which had ginger stripes instead. Sunbeam, on the other hand, was very shy and avoided interacting with people, preferring to hover around his wife and recoil when approached.
Legacy didn't see him often enough to recall what his cutie mark was.

Now, the child with the insane bloodlines was babbling nonstop right next to him. Why he chose to live here rather than in Cloudsdale was something Legacy was beginning to question.
Citrus had licked the frosting off of his cupcake and mashed the remaining soggy cake into Celestial's coat while he wasn't looking. Legacy made the decision to keep his mouth shut. The other man abruptly left Legacy alone and went rushing down the street, suggesting that he had found something more interesting to do. An interesting day indeed.

Author's Note

I might be droning on about gibberish I'm so sorry! This Story was honestly just self indulgence