In Autumn Leaves

Chapters

Thanks for Coming
Memories and Stories
Now, She's Gone
The Wake
The Apples don't Fall Far from the Tree

Thanks for Coming

The crackling fire in the range was normally a comforting sound, bringing memories of cosy suppers and winter chills kept at bay. On this autumnal morning though, it lent the spacious farmhouse kitchen at Sweet Apple Acres a stuffy and oppressive atmosphere. The constricted feeling was heightened by Princess Twilight Sparkle sitting awkwardly on the floor by the scarred table where generations of hearty meals had been served. The aroma of apples and cinnamon lingered in the air, but the weight of events drained them of any warmth and comfort.

As the kettle on the stove begant to whistle, Twilight reached out telekinetically and poured the boiling water into a teapot on the table. A floral smell began to waft from the warming china. Whilst their tea brewed she gazed kindly at the petite cyan pegasus sitting across from her on one of the wooden chairs, and waited patiently for her to speak. The usually brash and daring pegasus's confident demeanour was absent, and she had an air of vulnerability that seemed out of place.

“Thanks for coming, Twilight,” rasped Rainbow Dash with a hoarse voice eventually, “I know how busy you are these days.”

“I wanted to support Applejack at this sad time,” replied Twilight, “and you. How are you both doing?”

Rainbow shrugged, glancing at her old friend and looking away, “Applejack's trying to put a brave face on, but I know she's really hurting inside. They all are.”

“It's only natural,” commented her alicorn friend, “Since Grand Pear passed, Granny Smith was their last direct relative. I know she became dear to you too, Rainbow, since you've married Applejack.”

Silence swallowed the kitchen as Rainbow Dash thought of a reply. Twilight could just about make out her friend's shoulders shaking, perhaps a little hitch in her breathing. She decided to divert the conversation, as Rainbow would need to release her grief at some point but didn't seem ready to do so quite yet.

“Has Spike been helping with the paperwork?” she enquired.

“Yeah, he's been doing a great job,” murmured Rainbow. “He's really taken a lot of the pressure off us, and he's definitely got your attention to detail, like you two were actually related.”

Twilight let out a small chuckle, “Ho, ho! Yes he's really grown into an able diplomat and functionary. I know he hatched when I was just a foal, but I do feel like a proud parent sometimes.”

“Yeah, another couple of centuries and he'll nearly be as big as you!” joked Rainbow, looking up at the tall and beautiful alicorn through her multicoloured fringe. “Not that you've stopped yet. No fair, I just get slower and fatter every year now.”

“You'll still be doing rainbooms for a long time yet,” smiled Twilight, her heart aching at the sight of the dark rings under her friend's magenta eyes, “So the memorial will be at the town hall tomorrow morning?”

“Yeah, then we'll break to have the private, erm…” Rainbow stumbled with the words.

“Interment,” said Twilight softly.

“Yeah, that, at… Bright Mac and Pear Butter’s special place,” resumed Rainbow, “and the wake will be back in the barn tomorrow evening.”

“That sounds like a lovely farewell,” commented Twilight, “between Solemn Serenity and Velvet Veil, I'm sure it will be sensitively handled.”

Rainbow nodded fractionally, “I’d never had to deal with them before, but Ponyville’s undertakers have been-”

Twilight reached across the table and lay a comforting hoof over her friend's, as she got her voice back under control.

“They… they've been so kind,” Rainbow finished. She took a ragged breath and continued, “Dusty Deeds will be reading Granny's will the day after the.. the ceremonies, and Spike will act as our executor.”

Twilight sat quietly, in solidarity with her friend. Her eyes followed the royal guard that she could see through the window, as they patrolled around the farmhouse. She sighed, nostalgic for the days she could travel unescorted, and busied herself with pouring two cups of tea.

“Is there anything else I can do?” Asked Twilight, dipping her head down to be at Rainbow's eye level, “Anything at all?”

Rainbow hesitated for a minute, fiddling with the sugar bowl on the table. “Erm, there is one thing I'm not so sure about.”

“What is it?” Enquired Twilight, her face etched with concern.

“Are you sure Pinkie will be ok,” whispered Rainbow, a pained frown darkening her features, “a wake isn't her typical kind of party.”

Twilight sighed, “I'm sure she'll be fine. Pinkie may be excitable and chaotic, but I've never known her to host an event that's in any way inappropriate.”

The pegasus nodded without raising her eyes from the floor. She was obviously placing her faith in Twilight's judgement, and would let events proceed as planned. Taking a deep breath she gave a sidelong glance towards her friend, her eyes glistening from the tears that threatened to come as sharply as a spring downpour. She cleared her throat, “Thanks for putting autumn back until next weekend. AJ and I really appreciate it… I mean, I don't think we're gonna want to do the running of the leaves this year but we really appreciate you making sure it doesn't clash with, you know.”

Twilight cocked her head to one side, “You know it's really just a coincidence that autumn is a little later than usual this year. The formula for working out the calendar sometimes goes a little out of whack.”

“Twilight, I was a weather pony and AJ’s a farmer,” sighed Rainbow Dash with a half smile, “we know how the calendar works. We’re both very grateful.”

"Rainbow Dash," Twilight began, her voice gentle and understanding, "I know this is a difficult time for you. Losing Granny Smith is a profound loss for your family. If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask. We're all here for you."

Rainbow Dash sighed, her gaze momentarily raising from the worn wooden floor. "I just... I can't believe she's gone, you know? Granny was always there, and now..." Her voice trailed off, emotions threatening to overwhelm her.

Twilight placed a comforting hoof on Rainbow Dash's shoulder. "It's okay to feel this way. Grief is a natural part of life, and everyone copes in their own time and their own way. If you want to talk about Granny Smith or anything else, I'm here to listen."

Rainbow Dash nodded, appreciating Twilight's support. "I just miss her. She was like a second family to me, and now I'm not sure how to deal with all of this."

Twilight gave a comforting smile. "It's perfectly normal to feel adrift after losing someone important. Just take your time to grieve, and remember, you're not alone."

Memories and Stories

When Princess Twilight Sparkle rose the sun, its fiery disc was hidden behind an overcast sky of grey clouds. She had arranged for the weather bureau to discreetly start clearing them so that the memorial service would be illuminated by golden sunlight towards the end, but these dull conditions seemed appropriate to start the day.

Colourful ponies, both familiar faces and those from distant Appaloosa, gathered in the square outside the town hall, the air carrying a mix of autumn leaves and the subtle fragrance of late blooming flowers. The usually bustling civic space was hushed, as if nature itself had joined the town in mourning. Those gathered there stood in quiet clusters, their expressions reflected a shared sadness. The town hall, adorned with black banners and wreaths, stood as a symbol of remembrance for Granny Smith.

Tables were set up along the edges of the square, each adorned with bouquets of flowers and memorial cards bearing words of condolence. Ponies, young and old, wore small black ribbons on their forelegs as a gesture of solidarity.

Twilight Sparkle, flanked by the Apple family, Rainbow Dash and Sugar Belle stood near the entrance of the town hall. She had shed her ceremonial attire for the day, favouring a wreath of dark blooms around her head in place of her crown and a black sash. Although a near impossible task for an alicorn that towered over the other ponies, she was hoping to avoid drawing too much attention to herself.

Applejack, Apple Bloom, and Big MacIntosh wore expressions that reflected both grief and gratitude for the support of their friends and neighbours. They greeted and embraced one another, offering quiet words of comfort. The sound of gentle hoofsteps and soft murmurings created an atmosphere of reverence, as if the entire town was holding its breath in respect for the departed matriarch.

Amongst the assembled ponies, the tall and crooked figure of Discord stood out as he swaggered towards the hall. Twilight was surprised to see the lord of chaos attending, particularly as he was wearing a carefully tailored suit in rich, deep black velvet accompanied by a crisp white shirt and precisely tied black silk tie. Fluttershy trotted beside him, her simple black toga complimented by dark eyeshadow.

“It's good of you to come,” the alicorn smiled as she moved forward to subtlety intercept the draconequus, “I didn't realise you were close to Granny Smith.”

“Hmm, ho ho, I wasn't really,” mugged Discord, a slightly uncomfortable look on his face, “I don't imagine Big Mac will feel much like playing Ogres and Oubliettes anytime soon, but he is my friend so it seemed right that I should be here to support him. Yes?”

“Well, that's a lovely gesture,” answered Twilight, a slightly shocked expression on her face. She quietly watched as Discord spoke with Big Mac and Sugar Belle. Whatever was being said, the laconic red stallion gave this odd friend a melancholic smile and shook his paw. It looked like such an incongruous pair, with Discord looking utterly at ease in his attire, compared to the obvious discomfort that Big Mac was feeling in his formal jacket.

Twilight raised a surprised eyebrow and looked towards Fluttershy. “I know what you're thinking,” said the yellow pegasus, answering the unspoken question, “but he decided to do this all by himself. I'm so proud.”

Twilight gave an incredulous shake of her head, as her friend trotted off to take Discord's foreleg. Moments later, Discord and Fluttershy passed into the town hall to take their seats.

When the last of the assembled mourners had passed the entrance to the townhouse, the Apples and Twilight Sparkle followed them inside. Twilight sat off to the side, to avoid anypony sitting behind her having their view blocked.

Applejack, the usually stalwart pony of Sweet Apple Acres, approached the seat next to her wife. As Rainbow Dash looked up to greet her, she found the absence of the earth pony's iconic hat jarring; Applejack had left it at the farm, a small but poignant gesture of respect for the solemn occasion.

Rainbow Dash's eyes were drawn to the other subtle changes in Applejack's appearance. In contrast to the usual red ribbons there were black ribbons meticulously woven into Applejack's soft, blond mane and tail that captured her attention. There was no doubt that she would not be wearing any formal attire to signify her grief, but these tokens showed how she felt.

As Applejack took her seat, Rainbow Dash noticed the weight of grief etched in the lines of her wife's face. The absence of the hat, the sombre black ribbons, and the solemn expression all painted a clear picture of the pain Applejack was experiencing, for anypony attuned to her stoic nature. It was a stark departure from the strong, resilient pony Rainbow Dash was accustomed to seeing.

Rainbow Dash reached over, her hoof gently brushing against Applejack's, a silent reassurance that she was there to offer support. The brown mare lent over and pressed her muzzle into the cyan pony's neck. The connection between them spoke volumes, a shared understanding of the sorrow that had befallen the Apple family.

Once those gathered to pay their respects were seated, Mayor Tiara cleared her throat and effortlessly focused their attention on her. “Welcome one and all, to this commemoration for one of Ponyville's elder founders. I've rarely seen such a slice of life, as those gathered here today to remember this amazing pony. In a moment I'll pass the reins onto Alderpony Mare to conduct the service, but before that I want to express my heartfelt sympathy for the Apple and Pie families, I'm deeply sorry for your loss and hope that the strength of support from our community gives you comfort in this saddest of times. And thank you, Alderpony Mare, for leading the eulogies.”

Mayor Tiara's words echoed through the town hall, and a respectful hush fell over the gathered ponies. The atmosphere was heavy with grief, in the moments of silence after her welcoming speech. Into this vacuum Alderpony Mare, a pony with a dignified and empathetic air, stepped forward to the podium. The rustle of leaves outside and the soft, mournful music within set the backdrop for the solemn occasion.

"Ponies of Ponyville," Alderpony Mare began, her voice steady and comforting, "today we gather not just to mourn the passing of Granny Smith but to celebrate a life well-lived. Granny was a cornerstone of our community, a wise mare who weathered the changing seasons and shared the fruits of her knowledge with us all."

She paused, allowing the weight of Granny Smith's legacy to settle among the ponies. The flickering candlelight danced on the faces of those seated, casting shadows that seemed to reflect the mixture of sorrow and fondness.

"Granny Smith's spirit will forever be intertwined with the orchards she tended and the memories she gifted us. Let us remember her not with tears alone but with gratitude for the lessons she imparted, the joy she brought, and the love she shared. Now young AppleBloom would like to speak on behalf of her family."

Apple Bloom approached the podium, a combination of nerves and determination visible in her eyes. Her red mane was adorned with an oversized heavy black velvet bow, reminiscent of the days when she was just a young foal learning the ropes of apple farming.

"Hi, everypony," Apple Bloom began, her rural voice wavering slightly before she steadied herself. "Today, we're here to remember Granny Smith, and, well, there's so much to say about her. Granny weren't just the oldest Apple; she was the heart and soul of Sweet Apple Acres."

She looked towards her elder brother and sister, thinking over how Applejack hadn't been much older than she was now when their parents had been taken.

“When I lost Ma and Pa, I was just a scared little filly. Big Mac, Applejack and I didn't know how to cope, and we sure didn't know how to keep Sweet Apple Acres going. But Granny, she didn't let us fall apart no matter how much she musta been hurtin’. She held us together like the stickiest tree sap in Equestria."

Apple Bloom's eyes glistened with unshed tears, and she took a deep breath before continuing.

"Granny became our anchor. She was the glue that kept the Apple family from breaking. Through the tears, through the laughter, she showed us that family is about stayin' together, no matter what. Sweet Apple Acres isn't just an orchard; it's a monument to Granny Smith's love, resilience, and unwavering commitment."

A collective somberness settled over the audience, punctuating Apple Bloom's heartfelt words.

"Ya know, Granny was the one who taught me how to make zap apple jam. It isn't easy – there are all sorts of things involved. But Granny, she made it fun. She said, 'Sometimes, Apple Bloom, no matter how bad you're feeling, getting busy with something you love will make you feel better.' And, well, that's true. We're surely in some pain now, but a farm doesn't wait for you to have a good day. It's a labour of love, that'll keep the pain at bay."

A soft murmur of agreement rippled through the audience, acknowledging Granny Smith's unique blend of wisdom and humour.

"So, today, as we say goodbye to Granny, let's not just mourn her passing but celebrate the incredible pony she was. Let's honour her legacy by keepin' Sweet Apple Acres thriving and by being there for each other, just like Granny taught us. She may be gone, but her spirit will live on in every apple tree, every jar of zap apple jam, and every memory we share as a family."

Apple Bloom stepped away from the podium, and retook her seat. The young filly seemed to have passed a coming of age ritual, having spoken when neither of her elder siblings had the strength to.

Next Rainbow Dash, adorned in her official Wonderbolt uniform, approached the podium. The traditional black band on her foreleg symbolised not just her grief but also the solemnity of the occasion. Despite her usual bold demeanour, the atmosphere in the room hushed as every pony turned their attention to the vibrant pegasus.

Clearing her throat, Rainbow Dash began to speak in her distinctive rasping voice. "The first time I really got to spend time with Granny Smith was in Las Pegasus, with the Golden Horseshoe Gals."

The memories of that time brought a playful smirk to Rainbow Dash's face as she recalled the unexpected adventures shared with Granny Smith and her friends.

"I gotta be honest, I thought chaperoning a group of old ponies would be a breeze. I was there for the legendary rollercoaster, you know? Now, I gotta admit, I thought Granny and the others would be out of place in the bustling city. But, oh boy, was I wrong. Granny Smith was like a force of nature, unstoppable and full of surprises.”

The audience chuckled at the unexpected twist in Rainbow Dash's story.

"She didn't just watch from the sidelines. No way, she wanted to experience everything Las Pegasus had to offer. We ended up trying everything from wild thrill rides to daring magic shows. Granny, with her adventurous spirit, proved that age was just a number."

Rainbow Dash's eyes glinted with affection as she recounted those unforgettable moments.

"And then there was the night we spent at the legendary Cherry Pit. I thought I knew how to have a good time, but Granny and her pals could out-dance and out-party anypony in Las Pegasus. I was just trying to keep up!"

The ponies in the audience laughed, imagining the lively scene with the Golden Horseshoe Gals.

"In those moments, Granny taught me that age doesn't define how much fun you can have. She showed me that life is for living, for embracing every thrill, no matter how unexpected. Granny wasn't just an old pony; she was the life of the party, the adventurer I never knew I needed."

“And the way the Golden Horseshoe Gals invited me in and treated me as one of them was reflected in the way Granny Smith accepted me into her family. Both Sugar Belle and I were made to feel so welcome, so loved… just like how Pear Butter was all those years ago.”

Rainbow Dash took a deep breath, her eyes reflecting the fond memories. "We can miss her, but let's celebrate both the wild, adventurous spirit of Granny Smith and her endless love and kindness. She may be gone, but the comfort we shared will keep her alive in our hearts forever."

With those words, Rainbow Dash stepped away from the podium, leaving behind a room filled with not just sorrow but also appreciation for the vibrant, party-loving side of Granny Smith. She sat down and once again held Applejack, both ponies weeping together.

Princess Twilight Sparkle gracefully approached the podium, her regal presence commanding the attention of the assembled ponies in the hall. A warm smile graced her face as she surveyed the sombre yet united crowd.

"I stand before you today not just as a princess but as a friend who had the privilege of knowing Granny Smith," Twilight began, her voice carrying a gentle sincerity. "However, rather than give my recollections, I've been asked by Princess Celestia to deliver a message on this sad occasion. When Granny Smith's parents were sent by Princess Celestia to found an orchard beside the Everfree Forest, there was no way of knowing that a thriving town would be founded nearby."

The audience listened with rapt attention, the significance of Granny Smith's family's role in Ponyville's history becoming more apparent.

"Without that pioneering family, none of what we know as Ponyville would be here. Granny Smith's family dedicated themselves to cultivating the land, facing the challenges of the Everfree Forest with resilience and determination. In Granny Smith's long lifetime, so much has changed, and we owe a debt to her family's dedication and sacrifice."

Twilight Sparkle's eyes conveyed a deep appreciation for the history Granny Smith had been a part of and the impact her family had on shaping the community they now called home.

"Granny Smith, with her wisdom and unwavering spirit, witnessed Ponyville transform from a small settlement to a bustling town filled with ponies from all walks of life. Her contributions, whether through the orchards, the traditions, or the simple wisdom she shared, have left an indelible mark on this town and the hearts of everypony who knew her."

A gentle breeze rustled through the town hall, as if carrying the echoes of the past and the gratitude of a town that had flourished under Granny Smith's watchful eyes.

"As we say our goodbyes, let us not only mourn the loss of a beloved pony but also celebrate the enduring legacy of Granny Smith's family. In their dedication and sacrifice, we find the roots of Ponyville, a town that thrives because of the bonds forged and the lessons learned from generations past."

With a final nod, Princess Twilight Sparkle stepped away from the podium and returned to her seat on the sidelines, leaving behind a room filled with ponies reflecting on the deep roots and rich history that had laid the foundation for the vibrant community of Ponyville. The hall maintained a respectful silence, anticipating the final speaker.

Alderpony Mare took to the stage once more, her presence commanding the attention of the gathered ponies. "Now, for our final speaker, we have Filthy Rich."

Filthy Rich, a well-dressed earth pony with a distinguished air, approached the podium. His gaze swept across the room, acknowledging the sea of ponies who had gathered to pay their respects. He cleared his throat before beginning his tribute to Granny Smith.

"Ladies and gentlecolts, I stand before you today to share my gratitude and appreciation for the remarkable pony we've all lost. When I think about my own journey and the success of the Rich family, I can't help but trace it back to the very roots of Sweet Apple Acres."

Filthy Rich's words carried a sincerity that surprised those assembled in the hall, many of whom had dealings with the proud business owner.

"The first products I ever sold were the produce from Sweet Apple Acres. Granny Smith and her family provided me with the foundation on which I built my business. In a way, we owe everything we have to the fruit of Granny's labour. The apples she cultivated weren't just a crop; they were the seeds of prosperity for many families in Ponyville."

As Filthy Rich continued, he shared a glimpse into the business dealings he had with Granny Smith.

"Now, Granny was a force to be reckoned with in the marketplace. No matter what else was happening, she always knew how to drive a hard, but fair, bargain. Granny held me to my word but I can tell you, crossing the matriarch of the Apple family was something I'd never dare attempt."

The audience chuckled, a collective acknowledgment of Granny Smith's legendary negotiation skills.

"In all seriousness, though, Granny Smith was more than just a supplier. She was a friend, a mentor, and a pillar of strength. Her dedication to Sweet Apple Acres not only enriched our lives but also shaped the very fabric of Ponyville."

Filthy Rich concluded by stopping and whispering some private condolences to the Apple siblings on his way back to his seat. Mayor Tiara smiled as she made her way back to the front of the assembly, letting him know she was proud of the speech he'd just delivered, the sincere respect and appreciation for Granny Smith evident in every word he spoke.

Mayor Tiara retook her spot at the front of the hall, her gaze sombre as she prepared to conclude the emotional ceremony. She expressed her gratitude to all the ponies who had shared their memories and thoughts, knowing that in the face of such a deep loss, articulating one's feelings could be a challenging task.

"I want to extend my sincere thanks to each and every pony who spoke today," Mayor Tiara began, her voice carrying a sense of both sorrow and appreciation. "I know there's so much more that could have been said about Granny Smith, but in the depths of loss it can be hard to articulate our feelings in such a public forum. Granny Smith was equally loved by those that didn't speak today, who may well be able to share their feelings as the pain of grief starts to subside. As it is her legacy is vast, and the impact she had on Ponyville so immeasurable that recounting it is near impossible to do."

The mayor's words comforted the assembled ponies, who nodded in understanding.

"As we conclude this ceremony, I want to remind everypony that Granny's funeral today will be a private affair. I kindly ask that you respect the Apple family's need for privacy as they bid their final farewell to their beloved grandmother."

Mayor Tiara's gaze swept across the hall, urging the ponies to honour the family's wishes.

"However, the wake this evening is an open invitation for all. It's an opportunity to share in the memories of Granny Smith, joyfully, and partake in the last of her hoof-made cider. The taste of which is a fitting tribute to the matriarch of Sweet Apple Acres."

With those words, Mayor Tiara thanked the gathered ponies once more and signalled the conclusion of the ceremony. As the Apples, Rainbow Dash, and Princess Twilight Sparkle made their way from the town hall, the remaining ponies stayed seated, a collective display of respect for the departed.

Once the family and their close friends had left, the remaining ponies filed out in respectful silence, leaving behind the floral tributes and empty chairs. The town hall stood quiet, awaiting the carepony to tidy away the remnants of the ceremony and prepare the space to serve the community as needed.

Now, She's Gone

In a grove of trees bathed by dappled autumn sunlight, a hushed atmosphere greeted the mourners gathered for the private funeral of Granny Smith. Untended pear trees lined one side of the small clearing, their branches still bearing fruit that would not be harvested. On the other side, tired apple trees stood sentinel at the very edges of Sweet Apple Acres.

The spot chosen for Granny Smith's final resting place was not easily accessible, with no maintained path from any of the more used byways nearby. Solemn Serenity and Velvet Veil, the undertakers, had spent the last couple of hours discreetly moving the coffin through the trees by telekinesis, as there was no means of getting a cart through the undergrowth. Now the coffin stood on a trestle beside the newly dug grave.

The clearing was shared by another plot, which was marked with a stone bearing the name of Grand Pear. In between two distinct fruit trees, an apple and a pear, were intertwined and stood as natural memorials. These trees had been planted at the wedding of Bright Mac and Pear Butter, a poignant reminder of the enduring love and connection that had shaped the Apple family.

The intertwined apple and pear trees cast gentle shadows over the scene, creating a living reminder of those who had left their mark on Sweet Apple Acres. The solemnity of the moment was accentuated by the rustle of leaves and the occasional creaking of branches, as if nature itself was paying its respects to the matriarch of the Apple family.

Apart from the undertakers, the only ponies present were the mourning Apple family, their spouses and Princess Twilight Sparkle. Their other friends understood the desire for the moment to be a private one, with Twilight being the only pony present who wasn't a member of the family. Even the royal guard held a respectful distance, so as not to be observed by those at the graveside.

In the quiet moments before the funeral, Applejack sought a private conversation with Princess Twilight Sparkle. The two ponies retired a small distance from the funeral party so that they could speak without intruding on anypony’s thoughts.

"Twilight," Applejack began, her voice ragged and filled with emotion, "Ah can't thank you enough for being here today, for honouring Granny's memory an’ officiating over her burial. It means the world to us, because having a stranger presiding over it jus’ dint sit right."

Twilight nodded, a gentle understanding in her eyes. "It's the least I could do, Applejack. This loss is a terrible blow to your family, and I want to do anything I can to help ease that burden.”

Applejack managed a small smile. "Ya know, Granny would've been amazed at the thought that the ruler of all Equestria would be overseeing her burial. It's quite the honour."

Twilight's expression softened, and she met Applejack's gaze with sincerity. "Titles and crowns aside, Applejack, I've never forgotten the welcome the Apples gave me when I first arrived in Ponyville. Granny, Big Mac, Apple Bloom and you all treated me like family from the start, whether I appreciated it or not. So I'm not here as a princess but as a friend who cares deeply about all of you."

Applejack's eyes glistened with gratitude. "Well we're mighty thankful all the same, Twilight. Granny always spoke fondly of you, you know. She'd be touched to know you're here to see her off."

Twilight nodded, a shared understanding passing between them. “I think it's time to start the ceremony.”

Princess Twilight Sparkle stepped forward as Applejack rejoined the others, the dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves casting a warm glow on the gathered ponies. She took a moment to gather her thoughts, understanding the weight of the words she was about to share.

"Today, we stand in the presence of both sorrow and the enduring legacy of Granny Smith," Twilight began, her voice carrying a solemn resonance. "As we prepare to say our final farewells, I believe this moment is more about those that remain. We shared our collective grief at the passing of Granny Smith this morning, and will revel in our sweet memories of the time we spent with her this evening. Now is when we accept that she is gone, that we commit her remains to the soil of which she was so proud, and know that the pony we love has truly departed.”

As Twilight looked around her, she could see that her words had underlined the finality of this moment. That a hard truth had been spoken, that needed to be said.

“This is an ending, but not the end. It is the passing of a tradition and responsibility that has flowed through generations of the Apple family."

She looked up into the branches of the intertwining apple and pear trees, symbols of the love and union that had brought forth the current custodians of Sweet Apple Acres.

"The cycles of life bring both joy and sorrow, and the Apples have long been the stewards of this orchard, passing down their wisdom from one generation to the next. Granny Smith exemplified the resilience and strength that defines this family, and her legacy will forever be in the roots of this grove."

Twilight's gaze shifted to the assembled ponies, each carrying their own memories and pain.

"Grief is a companion to us all. Long ago, the Apples shared their wisdom with a dear friend who faced the pain of loss. Today, as we bid farewell to Granny Smith, let us recall that same wisdom to help ease the pain that touches our hearts."

She took a moment, allowing the gravity of her words to settle among the ponies present.

"Grief fades with time, but the memories of Granny Smith's laughter, wisdom, and love will endure. Today, we say our farewells to her mortal remains, side by side with her reconciled counterpart, Grand Pear, and in the sight of the living memorial to her beloved Bright Mac and Pear Butter."

Twilight invited those present to approach the coffin, to offer their final farewells to Granny Smith. As the ponies approached the coffin, the air in the secluded grove became impossibly heavy with the weight of grief. In the privacy of that sacred spot, the stoic demeanour of the Apple family finally crumbled, giving way to the raw, unfiltered expression of their sorrow. The tears flowed freely, and they clung to each other for support.

Princess Twilight Sparkle, standing nearby, observed this outpouring of emotion with a compassionate gaze. She understood that profound pain accompanies the farewell to a loved one and recognized the importance of letting the grieving process unfold naturally. In that intimate moment, there were no rushed words of consolation, no need for hasty gestures. Twilight simply stood, a silent and supportive presence, giving the Apple family the time and space they needed to release the pain that weighed on their hearts.

The grove, usually filled with the soft sounds of rustling leaves and quiet whispers, now resonated with the poignant chorus of shared sorrow. The intertwining apple and pear trees stood sentinel, bearing witness to the bittersweet diminuendo and release.

As the flood of grief from the family gathered around the coffin ebbed away, Twilight approached with a look of sincere condolences on her face. She offered quiet reassurance through her presence, and gently began to lead the family away from the gravesite. With a barely perceptible nod, she signalled for the interment to begin. Solemn Serenity and Velvet Veil prepared to lower the coffin into place next to Grand Pear.

The Wake

As the shadows lengthened, the townsponies made their way to the barn at Sweet Apple Acres for the wake. They carried sorrow and anticipation as they approached the gathering. The barn had been prepared, its doors open wide to welcome those who would share in the memories of Granny Smith. Tables and seating were arranged, creating a space for both reflection and camaraderie.

Inside, the atmosphere was subdued, the soft rustling of hay and the scent of apples lingering in the air. The Cakes, known for their elaborate sweet treets, had meticulously prepared simpler dishes for the occasion. The barn, adorned with a few tasteful decorations, set the stage for the ponies to come together in remembrance.

To avoid the potential awkwardness of being the first to arrive, Fluttershy and Rarity had quietly organised the townsponies into two groups. The groups approached Sweet Apple Acres in a quietly respectful manner, acknowledging the gravity of the moment and the need for collective support.

Spike and Rainbow Dash, standing at the entrance, greeted the ponies as they arrived. Their presence provided a comforting welcome to those about to share in the celebration of Granny Smith's life. The duo acknowledged each pony with a nod or a gentle word, understanding the solemnity of the occasion.

As the ponies gathered inside the barn, the hushed conversations and shared glances conveyed a sense of unity. Each one carried their own memories of Granny Smith, and as they took their seats, the barn became a tapestry of stories and experiences that celebrated the life of the matriarch of Sweet Apple Acres.

Pinkie Pie, typically known for her vibrant and lively presence, took on a different role for this sombre occasion. Dressed in a sharply tailored black suit and a pillbox hat, she moved quietly through the gathering at the barn. Although the atmosphere was not that of a typical Pinkie Pie party, she was determined to ensure that everypony's needs were attended to with the same care and attention.

In her role, Pinkie mingled seamlessly among the mourners, her usually bouncy demeanour tempered by a quiet solemnity. She made it a point to offer comfort and support, checking in on each pony with a gentle word or a reassuring touch. Pinkie understood that this gathering was about sharing memories and finding solace in each other's company.

While this was not a celebration in the traditional sense, Pinkie Pie managed to create an environment where conversation flowed naturally. She made sure that those present always had a group to be part of, gently guiding ponies together towards shared reminiscences or thoughtful reflections. It was a subtle way of fostering connections and allowing the healing power of community to unfold.

Amidst the subdued atmosphere, there was still a sense of warmth and togetherness. The barn, adorned with memories and surrounded by ponies sharing stories, became a place of support and shared understanding. Pinkie Pie, her tailored attire giving her gravitas, embodying a different kind of party – one of remembrance, unity, and the enduring bonds that Granny Smith had cultivated over the years.

In the quiet corners of the barn, Twilight Sparkle and Discord found themselves naturally gravitating towards each other, their heights making them stand out in the gathering. Twilight, perceptive as always, noticed a shift in Discord's usually mischievous expression. Discord, despite his chaotic nature, seemed unusually solemn.

Twilight, concerned for her friend, gently approached the draconequus. "Discord, is everything okay?" she inquired, her voice filled with genuine care.

Discord sighed, his gaze momentarily distant. "Well, you see, Twilight, watching the grief that Big Mac is going through with Granny Smith's passing has made me confront something I'd rather not think about."

Twilight furrowed her brow, curious yet empathetic. "What is it, Discord? You can talk to me."

Discord's eyes met Twilight's, and for a moment, vulnerability replaced his usual confidence. "Fluttershy... her mortality. I've never had to truly consider it before. I can't escape the thought that one day, she'll be gone, and I'll have an eternity to miss her."

Twilight's expression softened, understanding the weight of Discord's revelation. It was a side of him she rarely saw – the fear of losing someone he cared about.

As Discord's eyes widened, he turned to Twilight. "And you! You're going to have that feeling with all of your friends. One by one, they'll leave you, and you'll be left with memories and an eternity of loneliness."

Twilight's gaze turned sad for a moment, acknowledging the inevitability of loss. "Discord, I won't deny that losing my friends will be painful, but friendship is not a finite resource. While our departed friends can't be replaced, we can still make new connections, share new memories, and find joy in the many friendships we create. It doesn't erase the pain, but it can ease the loneliness."

She placed a comforting hoof on Discord's shoulder. "And besides, the memories we have with our friends, even after they're gone, make our lives richer. It's a part of the beautiful tapestry of life, Discord. Loss is hard, but the love and friendship we experience along the way are worth it."

Discord, contemplating Twilight's words, nodded slowly. Then a thought seemed to occur to him, “Oh, I suppose that would explain Angel.”

“Angel?” Twilight looked at him with confusion, “whatever do you mean?”

“Well surely you've contemplated how long rabbits live?” answered Discord.

Twilight looked a little taken aback. “Can't really say that I have.”

“But her current one is just the latest in a whole line of Angel Bunnies,” exclaimed Discord with a mischievous smile, “or would that be Angels Bunny? I suppose that explains how Fluttershy just moves on to the next one when, you know…”

Twilight Sparkle was lost for words, as Discord smiled coolly at her. The barn around them buzzed with conversations, stories, and shared memories testifying to the enduring nature of connections forged in the midst of life's joys and sorrows but suddenly all the princess could imagine was a near infinite line of tiny tombstones.

Igneous Rock Pie, his usual severe expression firmly in place, looked entirely suited for the day's sombre atmosphere at Sweet Apple Acres. He gazed solemnly at the colourful ponies of Ponyville who had gathered to pay their respects to Granny Smith, the multitude of hues making his mind spin a little. He liked the monochromatic hues of his own farm and the quiet remoteness of it. Although many ponies would consider Ponyville to be a very quiet town, he found Sweet Apple Acres to be a little too near to its hustle and bustle.

He had travelled from his rock farm with Cloudy Quartz and the two of their daughters who still lived at home, Marble and Limestone. The journey from their rock farm to Sweet Apple Acres had felt uncomfortably loud and jarring. The constant buzz of conversation from the other passengers intruded on Igneous's thoughts, making it impossible for him to concentrate.

How his other two daughters had come to live there, or adjacent as Maud put it, he could not fathom. Not that he wasn't proud of them, both known to be experts in their chosen careers. Whilst he felt that party organising was entirely too frivolous compared to being a geologist, and being a baker was not much more respectable, seeing his daughter hosting such a serious occasion with so much dignity did fill his chest with pride.

As the wake swirled around him, Igneous found himself reflecting on his reasons for coming. Despite his discomfort from the noise and bustle of the train, he knew he had needed to make this journey. The Pies and the Apples, though only tenuously related, had celebrated many Hearth's Warming Eves together over the years. Despite their initial differences, the two families had grown close, forming bonds that went beyond mere friendship.

Sensing her husband's unease, Cloudy Quartz reached out and gently squeezed his hoof, offering silent support. Igneous smiled at her, to reassure that he would be able to tolerate the surrounding hubbub as long as he needed to. Indeed a few of the more gregarious ponies had engaged him in conversation, giving him the chance to explain exactly what a rock farmer did.

As the evening wore on, Igneous couldn't help but feel the sense of duty weighing more and more heavily on his shoulders. Granny Smith had been a dear friend to their family, and her passing had left a void that could not be ignored. Despite his stoic exterior, Igneous felt a pang of sadness at the thought of saying goodbye to someone who had been a cherished part of their lives for so many years. He felt deeply uncomfortable at the prospect of such an emotional scene, but knew he should make the effort to offer the Apples his condolences.

His eyes scanning the crowd, Igneous hovered awkwardly at the edge of the gathering. His gaze eventually landed on his son, Octavio, who also stood apart from the rest, another solitary figure amidst the throng.

With a heavy sigh, Igneous made his way toward Octavio, his progress laborious. As he approached, he couldn't help but feel a surge of disappointment toward his son, whose choice of career had also been a source of tension between them. Igneous had never approved of Octavio's decision, viewing it as exceedingly unnecessary; having two bakers in the family. How this child had also become a resident of Ponyville he could not fathom. The town seems like such a magnet for Pies, yet its attraction was beyond his comprehension.

As Igneous drew closer to his son, he couldn't deny the pain that gnawed at him. Octavio had caused so much bad blood with Pinkie because of his competitiveness, and, although healed, the rift this caused felt almost unforgivable. Despite their differences though, Igneous knew that family should come first, especially in times of grief.

Clearing his throat awkwardly, Igneous announced his presence to Octavio, his stern facade faltering for a moment. "Octavio," he greeted the younger pony, his voice gruff with emotion. "It's... good to see you here, paying your respects to Granny Smith." The words felt stiff and forced, but Igneous knew they needed to be said. After all, despite their differences, they were still family.

“Sure Pops,” replied the grey coated earth pony, “I didn't know Granny as much as the rest of you, but I know you wanted us all here.”

“Thank you son,” mumbled the elder pony, “mayhap we might talk before I return to the farm.”

“Have you spoken to Applejack yet,” asked Octavio, “we can catch up after you've seen her.”

“Aye, son,” nodded Igneous, “I doth have a sad duty to attend to.”

Turning away, Igneous trotted back to his wife. Cloudy Quartz smiled warmly at him, showing her pleasure that he'd acknowledged his son and made an effort to connect with him. Sensing that her husband needed to get through this evening before decompressing away from the pressure and noise of the crowd, she gestured to where Applejack was seated. Igneous nodded his agreement and hoof in hoof they navigated through the mourners.

Applejack looked up as Igneous and Cloudy Quartz approached to offer their condolences. In his typically reserved way, Igneous stiffly greeted the brown earth pony. His wife, on the other hoof, enveloped Applejack in a warm hug, expressing her sympathy for the loss.

Igneous Rock Pie, maintaining his stern demeanour, spoke, "Our sincere condolences for your loss, Applejack. Granny Smith was a stalwart presence, and her absence will be felt deeply whenever our families doth gather."

Cloudy Quartz added, "She was always a joy to us during our Hearth's Warming Eve celebrations. We'll miss her dearly."

Applejack smiled warmly, although her bloodshot eyes showed how much pain she was in, “Ah know that Granny did always love visiting you for the holidays.”

Igneous, in his straightforward manner, inquired, "Is there anything we can do to assist at Sweet Apple Acres during this time? We're here to offer our support and labour."

Applejack, appreciating the genuine offer, replied, "Thank you, Igneous. I'm grateful for your kindness but I think we can cope. Things are quieter in autumn once the harvest is done, but your offer means a lot to me."

Igneous nodded. "Glad to hear that. The seasons make little difference to the working of a rock farm, so if there's ever a need, don't hesitate to let us know."

The exchange, though reserved, carried their shared grief and solidarity. In the midst of loss, the Ponyville community rallied together, and the offer of support from the Pie family to the Apples was a welcome reminder of the strength of their connections.

The Apples don't Fall Far from the Tree

As the afternoon slowly transitioned into evening, Applebloom was making one last round of conversation in the barn when something struck her. Sugar Belle was engaged in a quiet conversation with Cherilee, but conspicuously absent was her brother, Big Mac. Wondering about his whereabouts, Applebloom scanned the barn before deciding to step outside.

Once in the open air, she surveyed the landscape and soon spotted a lone figure sitting under the solitary tree atop a small hillock nearby. Recognizing her brother, she felt a twinge of concern and decided to check on him. Memories from years past flashed in her mind, recalling a day when Big Mac had opened up to her after the Sisterhoofs Social under that same tree.

Approaching the lone figure, Applebloom called out to her brother, asking how he was doing. Big Mac gave no reply, his gaze fixed into the distance. Applebloom, familiar with her brother's stoic nature, sensed there was more beneath the surface. Undeterred, she continued upwards until she was stood beneath the branches that were shedding red autumn leaves onto the dry ground beneath.

With a caring tone, she asked, "You want to talk about it, big brother?" She received a "nope" from Big Mac, but this time, accompanied by a heavy sigh. After a moment there was a quieter "eyup.” Applebloom settled down beside him, snuggling into her brother's strong shoulder like she did when a filly.

In the quiet away from the others, Big Mac began to share his feelings. “I'm feeling… oh ah don't know what I'm feeling. Never got to share the good news that Sugar Belle and ah have with Granny before…”

Applebloom listened attentively, offering support as her brother navigated the complex emotions that swirled within him. “Go on, big brother. What was it you wanted to tell her?”

“We're having a foal, Applebloom. I don't know what I'm supposed to be feeling, we were so happy when we found out, but now ah don't know. My head feels about ready to burst.” Big Mac looked devastated, tears welling up in his eyes.

Applebloom looked at him, seeing for the first time just how the hair around his muzzle was shot through with grey. “Seems to be that y’all trying to carry two things in one bucket,” she said.

Big Mac turned around, a look of confusion on his face, “say what now, sis?”

“Eyup, you got a bucket's worth of happy and a bucket's worth o’ sad,” explained Applebloom, “that new foal is a true reason to be happy, but all you can carry right now is that big ol’ bucket of sad.”

“So what do I do?” asked Big Mac, his broad shoulders slumping even further.

“Y’all just carry them one at a time,” smiled Apple Bloom, “y’all gonna be happy for a bit and sad for a bit, and not know which you're getting next. But that's ok, Big Mac. Eventually that bucket of sad won't need to be carried as much, and that foal’s going to have you holding the bucket of happy all the time.”

Big Mac looked at his sister, and smiled for what seemed like the first time in ages, “when'd you get so smart Apple Bloom?”

“Oh, I've always been smart,” she replied, mock seriously.

There was another deep sigh. "Eyup."

The two siblings sat together in the softening light of the evening, looking down the hill to where the barn doors remained open, inviting more ponies to join the wake and contribute to the collective embrace of shared memories. The shadows may have grown longer, but within the barn's warmth, the legacy of Granny Smith lived on, interwoven with the laughter, tears, and fond recollections of those who had known and loved her.

The sky outside had grown dark, and Twilight Sparkle had risen the moon several hours before. The once-bustling barn at Sweet Apple Acres had now quieted down. The conversations that had filled the air with reminiscences, laughter, and occasional tears had now faded into silence. The large doors had been pulled closed, shutting out the cool evening breeze, and leaving the barn in a state of solemn tranquillity.

Pinkie Pie, ever the tireless party-pony, moved about the barn with quiet efficiency. Engaged in a less celebrated part of her role, she meticulously folded chairs and tables that had been borrowed from the town hall for the evening. With practised ease, she began to collect glasses and plates, her movements surprisingly focused as she tidied up after the day's events.

Meanwhile, at the sole table that remained, Applejack sat with Big Mac, Sugar Belle, and Applebloom. The fatigue of the day was evident on their faces, their expressions weary and reflective. In a rare moment of quiet companionship, they shared a bottle of cider, each lost in their own thoughts yet finding solace in the presence of one another.

As Rainbow Dash pushed through the barn door, a slight creak echoed through the quiet space. She joined the others at the table, carrying a brown paper package embossed with Rarity's cutie mark. Discreetly, she tucked it under her chair, hoping it would go unnoticed amidst the solemn atmosphere.

"Hey, AJ," Rainbow began, pouring herself a mug and settling into her seat, "You okay?"

Applejack let out a long sigh, her expression heavy with grief. "Nope, can't say that ah am, Rainbow. Ah know today was s'possed ta give us some kinda closure, but ah’m still feeling like Granny's missing and there's nothing to hold on to."

"Eyup," Big Mac agreed quietly, his voice solemn.

"I'm sorry, AJ," Rainbow said sympathetically, placing a comforting hoof over Applejack's. "I know this is going to hurt for a while."

"It's like she's everywhere and nowhere," Applejack continued, her brow furrowed in frustration. "Like ah'm reaching out but there's nothing of her to hold onto."

Applebloom, who had been quietly listening, nodded in agreement. "Yeah, she was Sweet Apple Acres… but she shared everything. Nothing was just hers."

As Rainbow Dash shifted uneasily in her chair, her thoughts raced with uncertainty. She knew that what she had planned might not be well received, but she also felt a strong urge to offer some form of comfort to her grieving family. Taking a deep breath, she steeled her courage to speak.

"I've got something," she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper, "something that will help you feel close to her."

The Apple siblings all turned to look at Rainbow, their expressions a mixture of concern and confusion. Rainbow swallowed nervously, feeling the weight of their attention, and reached under her chair to retrieve the paper parcel. Applejack, startled by the sudden appearance, jumped slightly, having not noticed Rainbow placing it there moments before. She choked back a gasp, feeling a sense of surprise at the unexpected gesture.

"Something from Rarity?" Applejack asked, her brow furrowing in confusion as she recognized the distinctive markings on the package. "How's that going to help?”

“Open it,” Rainbow Dash replied, her voice gentle yet insistent as she placed the parcel on the table in front of Applejack.

With nervous care, Applejack meticulously unfolded the precisely folded and tucked flaps, revealing a piece of orange fabric adorned with a repeating red apple motif. As she unfolded it further, her hooves trembling slightly, the intricate white lace edging became visible.

“But… but.. this looks like…” Applejack stammered, her voice trailing off as she struggled to comprehend what she was seeing. “You had Rarity make a copy?”

“No, AJ,” Rainbow replied, a soft smile playing on her lips. “Take a closer look.”

As Applejack examined the fabric more closely, she noticed that in a few areas, the fabric had been carefully patched, and the printed apple decoration was actually incredibly finely embroidered appliqué, meticulously crafted to match the original pattern.

“Is this…” Applejack's voice caught in her throat, her eyes welling up with tears. “Is this hers?”

Rainbow nodded, her own eyes shimmering with emotion. “Yes. That's why Rarity hasn't been around much this last week,” she explained. “I don't understand all of it, but she unstitched the lace, cleaned everything, and then she said she used… er… batik to dye the colours back in. She put it all back together again today.”

Applejack gasped, her heart swelling with emotion as she traced her hoof over the beautifully restored fabric. “It looks like new,” she whispered, her voice filled with awe and gratitude.

“You like it?” asked Rainbow nervously, her eyes fixed on Applejack, waiting anxiously for her reaction.

For a long moment, Applejack sat motionless, the shawl cradled delicately in her hooves. Tears began to well up in her eyes, as they had countless times throughout the day. In barely a whisper, she replied, “Yes, Sugarcube, ah love it. And ah love you too, for making this happen.”

Rainbow shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her nerves easing slightly at Applejack's response. “Well, Rarity did most of the work,” she admitted humbly. “I wasn't sure how you'd feel, seeing it looking so… new.”

“It may look new,” Applejack responded softly, her voice tinged with emotion, “but it's hers. The genuine article, but fixed up. Rainbow… that's the Apple way.”

A sense of relief washed over Rainbow as she realised that her gesture had been well received. She reached out to squeeze Applejack's hoof, her own eyes glistening with tears. In that moment, surrounded by family and enveloped in the warmth of their love, they knew that Granny Smith's legacy would live on, not just in memories, but in the cherished heirlooms and traditions that bound them together as a family.

“I kinda think it's ready for the new head of the Apple family to wear,” suggested Rainbow tenderly, her eyes soft with affection as she looked at Applejack.

Applejack looked up, her expression a mix of surprise and disbelief. “Ah know there was the moment with the Sisterhood Social, but Big Mac can't wear this!” she protested, shaking her head.

“Aw, big sis,” giggled Applebloom, unable to contain her amusement. “You ain't never gonna let him forget that, are you?”

Big Mac, ever stoic, simply nodded in agreement, his expression unreadable.

“The head of the Apple family can wear it,” insisted Rainbow, gently taking the shawl and wrapping it around Applejack's shoulders.

“But, ah’m not the head,” Applejack protested, her voice filled with humility. “he’s my elder kin.”

Big Mac took a deep breath to steady himself, his gaze focused on the distance as he addressed the thin air. “You're the heart of our family, Applejack. We all know it, and that's the honest truth,” he said quietly, his words filled with sincerity and love.

Applejack tilted up a shiny platter from the tabletop, and found herself gazing at her reflection on the surface. She wasn't one for spending time in front of mirrors, but now she couldn't help but take a long look. The shawl wrapped around her shoulders provided a comforting warmth, and she couldn't deny that it didn't look out of place on her.

Taking a closer look, she noticed the lines at the corners of her eyes, evidence of the years she had lived and the experiences she had endured. Her mane wasn't as full as it had once been, and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of nostalgia for the pony she used to be.

As she continued to gaze at her reflection, her attention was drawn to Rainbow Dash sitting beside her. In her formal uniform, Rainbow looked grown-up and distinguished, her presence exuding confidence and strength. Applejack couldn't help but feel a swell of pride and affection as she looked at her wife, marvelling at how far they had come together. The bond between them, forged through years of shared experiences, was all that mattered.

“Ah guess it might be alright to be the heart instead o’ the head,” Applejack mused, “but ah think we're all just Apples together.”

Rainbow held up her mug. “Apples, together,” she toasted.

There was a chinking of mugs being brought together and a ragged chorus of “Apples, together!”

As they sat in the dim light of the barn, they found comfort in the simple act of being with each other, united in their love for one another.