Lives Throughout Equestriaby Fluke TaleChapters1. A Pony's Glint2. Steamy Scent of Bouquet3. Flurry Heart's Heart and Cozy Glow's Low4. Maritime With Celestia and Luna5. A Pony's, a Zebra's, and Buffalo's Hearth's Warming Preparations6. The Whinnyapolis Winter Festival7. A Hearth's Warming of Many to Pass and Come8. Equestria Daily #143,1751. A Pony's Glint“A Pony’s Glint!” Inside, a stallion wearing thick black shades commanded attention as he confidently professed his findings on the ‘stage.’ It was a dark room with the only light source coming from the projector screen. That stallion, a unicorn researcher, remained on the floor, tapping a pointing stick against the bright display. Two groups of chairs were arranged in three rows, and the researcher stood at an equal ground level as the first rows. Despite not all the seats being taken, the black room had been prepared to hold around fifty guests. The audience had well-known ponies among them, each with their unique achievements. Featherweight, a scrawny stallion photographer in search of a captivating story to capture through his lens. Gizmo Poindexter, a nerdy stallion pursuing a fun, informative presentation. Bill Neigh, a stallion of science. Dr. Hooves, also a stallion of science, but also technology. Next, there was a light cerise pink mare named Luster Dawn. Rather than engaging in friendships, she dedicated herself to undertaking more education. All of these ponies listened in on the researcher known as Whirly Assayer. Whirly once again tapped the words in bold on the projector screen with a pointing stick. “This is the major topic I wanted to discuss in this presentation. Here we are, all grown up with our unique cutie marks, but what about that pre-marked sensation we used to develop before? That initial explosive feeling of infatuation! The memorable experience when we encounter something even remotely linked to our talents or life’s calling. I thought it was about time we gave that sensation a name… Yes, a Pony’s Glint!” Featherweight snapped pictures of the slide, which showed a flowchart of the five progressive states ponies went through. In short, markless, glinting, engaging, unlocking, and last, continual subsisting. Dr. Hooves could no longer contain his excitement and shouted, “Goodness me! How fascinating! How is it possible that this idea never crossed my mind?!” “I’d like to look into that more myself,” Whirly responded, booping Dr. Hooves’ muzzle with the levitating pointing stick. Luster Dawn raised a foreleg while the stick spun back to the originator, who imbued it with magic. Whirly took notice. “Yes, young mistress?” It was easy for Luster Dawn to pose her question. “So, this ‘glint’ is the prime reason some ponies receive their cutie marks before others?” Whirly grinned. “Correct. It’s the utmost essential stage of the cutie mark process. It also depends on the pony, their purpose, talent, location, timing, and chance.” Luster Dawn brought a hoof up to her chin and darted her eyes to the side in thought. “In that case, I have another question.” “Please, be my guest,” Whirly responded, staring at her lips as she uttered each word. “Do you believe a pony can forever miss their glint?” As Whirly Assayer contemplated, the audience murmured amongst themselves. “Hmm... That sounds like quite a predicament. There’s still so much we don’t know about cutie marks. For research, I’d like to think there is a possibility. But for the pony… I wonder...” While he ruminated, a beat in his chest raced. Within the brief pause, Dr. Hooves offered his analysis of the situation. “Since cutie marks are connected to our mentality—our feelings—if the pony in question never experienced their glint…” Euphoric, the presenter picked up on what Dr. Hooves was alluding to. “Yes. That pony could be stuck... in limbo. That is an excellent question, indeed. However, the question that would follow is…” The audience held their breath, feeling the tension weighing down the air as Whirly Assayer paused again for dramatic effect and grinned. “Who could such a pony be?” Author's Note I didn't expect three side stories to be released before the main series (TMW). Anyway, I plan for this fic to be exactly what the title says. There will be story connections to my other works. For example, I intend to show what Gallus and Flash Sentry are up to after the events of “What’s Best for Tempest”. Don't expect much story out of this fic, though. The intent is mostly from me wanting to write some SOL. 2. Steamy Scent of BouquetWhinnyapolis—the City of Lakes and one of the littlest cities in Equestria. It offered a wonderful chance to explore local and regional parks, trails for roller skaters, institutions of art, and, yes, lakes. Additionally, a fifty-five-mile parkway was created for recreational leisure and social engagement. And a nature sanctuary, recently built and inspired by an ambitious animal-loving mare from Ponyville. The small city was bisected by a large flowing river, and various bridges provided transportation options for ponies to cross, whether by carriage or on hoof. Ponies had a blast like the day prior, their hooves crunching on the snow-covered ground as they celebrated the annual winter festival. But not this earth pony. “Ha…” An exhausted middle-aged mare with an ivory beige coat and triple-shaded mane of yellow let out a tired sigh. She wore a dark brown trapper hat and a dark brown bomber jacket. Even though she was ready to brave the chilly atmosphere, she opted to stay indoors, where the temperature was comfortable. However, the biting weather was not the determining factor behind her decision. “Fwoo… Fwoo…” The air inside was saturated with a delightful, earthy aroma. Pendant lights adorned the ceiling, casting a gentle, cozy glow throughout the space. While the middle-aged mare blew away at the black, steaming liquid in her cup, another earth pony mare neared the bistro table where the customer alone sat. “Enjoyin’ your roasted coffee beans, hey Gustysnows?” “You betcha,” March Gustysnows replied, wincing as she tried to swallow another searing quaff forcefully. “Uff da! Worth it.” The cafe employee’s expression contorted with aversion. “I can’t believe you can savor that with no sugar…” With an audible clink, Gusty put down the porcelain cup. “Of course, Nutmeg Lotus. I’d rather receive any of the potential health benefits, don’tcha know? Helps elevate the mood’ n’ such.” Gustysnows’ love for caffeinated beverages was unmistakable, from the cutie mark on her flank and frequent visits to this very establishment. “If you say so.” Since there were no other customers, Nutmeg took a nearby chair and lounged across from the lone customer. Sitting near the entrance, they admired the view of the snow-dusted city through the fixed window. The broad pane was there to entice passersby with a peek at the interior, but today, the scene presented as a cloudy grey sky, towering buildings, a snowy desolate street, a bridge, and a wide calm river. Across that river was a local park surrounded by trees. Even from the cafe, they caught glimpses of vibrant festival stands peeking out from the thicket. “Times flying by. How much longer are you planning to be the Whinnyapolis delegate?” Nutmeg Lotus asked. Gustysnows had been the delegate for Whinnyapolis for well over twenty years. As a young mare herself, she could not help but question the extent of Gusty’s spirit. Was she ready to throw in the towel? Unsure of the answer? Or prepared to carry on? Nutmeg thought the question was impolite, as it implied Gusty was getting older. “Fwoo… Not until I see an old pal of mine again, I ‘spose. Fwoo…” Nutmeg knew Gusty for as long as she worked here for two years. She did not know of Gusty’s life, and curiosity bubbled inside her as she wondered who this mysterious friend could be. “Are you not goin’ to join them?” Nutmeg Lotus asked, staring out the window. This is Whinnyapolis—City of Lakes and Nature. Various fun activities were happening around the city for the winter festival, but the city delegate did not participate. Gusty just sat there alone, not socializing with the laughing ponies of Whinnyapolis. Not that she had much room to criticize. Nutmeg worked today because she felt this regular customer would stop by at some point, no matter the day and time. Then at last, the steam stopped rising from the black coffee cup. “Yeah no. I’m just goin’ to enjoy myself right here...” Gustysnows guzzled down the bitter liquid and finished her drink. With a clink and a stained brown splotch on her muzzle, she smiled. “Think I can have another?” The employee released a quiet breath through her nose. “Okey-dokey.” Then retreated to the coffee shop counter, passing by a coffee table nestled between two dark brown Chesterfield couches facing each other and the remaining bistro tables. One can hope that in due time, she would come around to grasping the mindset of Gustysnows. Don’t get her wrong. Mingling with other ponies did not intimidate March Gustysnows in the slightest. She deeply loved the city she called home and had a strong fondness for coffee. While she might eventually partake in the winter festival, her current priority was to sit back, relax, and enjoy a hot cup of joe while taking in the view of her favorite spot in all of Equestria. Although Gusty could not see their smiles or hear their laughter, she sensed that they were present—and for her, that was plenty. Truly, it was just another day at Whinnyapolis Cafe Neigh. 3. Flurry Heart's Heart and Cozy Glow's LowYears ago, she attempted to flee from the initial day of a reformation plan—an adorable pale pink filly with a mane of pale blue ringlets. And one night, upon first chance, she bolted for the outskirts of the Crystal Empire—the largest kingdom in Equestria. Nopony witnessed the escape attempt, even to this day. The moment she reached the snow-covered outskirts, an intense impact surged through her body, akin to slamming into an unyielding wall. “W-what?!” No wall stood before her; the only buildings to loom were the ones in the Crystal Empire. Unbeknownst to her, a counterspell had been set in motion when she was freed. Once she stepped hoof into the Crystal Empire, she was trapped inside. “Urghh!” An emergence of fury welled up inside her. The most infamous filly known throughout Equestria—Cozy Glow. As she sat there, her eyes locked on the snowy terrain, and she realized she could not feel the biting cold that usually accompanied such a scene. Cozy Glows’ thoughts centered on the individuals she blamed the most for her current situation. Twilight Sparkle and her friends, the young six, and most recently… “Darn you, Flurry Hearrrt!” “Who are we to take away a foolish young filly’s chance at friendship?” However, once she had composed herself, a wicked smile crept across her lips. “Or maybe… I should thank you—Ahhahaha!” Then, amid the pristine landscape, an ugly laugh broke the night’s quiet. Everything was going as intended. Years have passed since that night, and furthermore, ever since her plan started. How could Cozy Glow escape the confines of the spell, keeping her trapped in the Crystal Empire? How could she ensure her plans afterward would come to fruition? The answer was simple. However, at least for her, it was far from an effortless task. She had to be patient, she had to be cunning, and most importantly, she had to be ready to seize any opportunity that came her way. At the moment, Cozy Glow occupied a circular table made of crystallized material, giving off many slight, triangular radiant shimmers. Two white teacups with blue patterned decorations were filled with a liquid they were crafted for. One of those teacups lifted, and the aromatic drink flowed to one side, disappearing into a pale pink muzzle. The muzzle of an alicorn princess. The young, naïve mare who gave Cozy Glow this chance of reformation under her wing. A brief slurp escaped. “Cozy Glow, how many years has it been now? Since we’ve been friends.” Cozy Glow battled the desire to release a sigh of frustration. Nevertheless, she took on a friendly demeanor, masking the truth behind the expression. “Hmm… Gee, seven years?” An eye twitched. With an irritating clink, Flurry Heart set the teacup down on a small plate. “That sounds about right. Mentally, you’re older than me. But being entrapped in stone seemed to have stopped your physical aging. Don’t you find it oddly funny that our physical ages align perfectly? Our bodies matured together, too.” “Hilarious!” Cozy Glow drank the tea, which she did not like. She pulled through and swallowed. “I wanted to celebrate your progress by taking you to the Whinnyapolis Winter Festival, but when it comes to you, Mother is quite strict. Which is reasonable for what you tried doing to Equestria… Don’t you fret, though. I’m confident that in the coming years, you’ll earn your freedom.” “Gee, I hope so! But that doesn’t matter since I’m fortunate enough to have a friend like you.” Flurry Heart giggled and displayed white teeth at the appreciative comment. “Since I couldn’t take you to that winter festival, I brought the winter festival to you!” “You did what now?” Flurry Heart left her seat and gestured for Cozy Glow to follow her. Cozy Glow trailed behind that swaying violet tail streaked with arctic blue highlights. AAfter traveling through the extensive castle rooms and halls for what felt like an eternity, the youngest alicorn across Equestria brought her to the sunny outside, where a blue sky greeted them, bedecked with occasional fluffy white puffs floating about. They now stood beside one of the four supporting legs of Crystal Castle, facing away from the Crystal Heart and toward a street lined with buildings. Colorful stands lined the busy avenue, and Flurry Heart joined the commotion. The pony following her did not want to believe it happened again. “You threw another surprise for me?” Flurry Heart, who had already befriended a notorious filly, had no issue with planning special occasions for somepony she cared about. Cozy Glow never revealed her birth date, and she had no plans to. Despite this, Flurry Heart organized a yearly ‘birthday’ celebration on the day they liberated Cozy from her stone confinement. Since Cozy Glow had no right to leave the grounds of the Crystal Empire, she missed out on such events. Flurry Heart thought it would be a worthy effort to make up for it in any possible way. “Surprise!” Regardless of inner confusion and a smile appearing on her face, Cozy Glow remained unmoved by the sentiment. “Golly… That’s so thoughtful of you, Flurry!” A swell of pride and excitement coursed through Flurry Heart, and she ran in place. Then she paused. A translucent, light blue blob enveloped her horn. “Ah! What are we waiting around for?! Let’s go!” Suddenly, they disappeared and reappeared in another spot. Specifically, in front of an activity stand about throwing small bags into a cardboard hole. The adult mare running the stand was briefly astonished by the unexpected entrance but easily composed herself because of who arrived. Flurry Heart lifted a few of the small bean bags with telekinesis and once again ran in place. “Oooh, I can never beat this one!” Phh! Phh! Phh! Multiple six-by-six-inch bags were tossed, and they all collided with the cardboard surface—completely missing the goal. While she had good magic control, she mostly left it to gravity. “Your turn, Cozy!” Cozy Glow did not give a hoot and saw no point. But it did not matter what she thought. She just had to endure. So, with a dark blue bag perched on her hoof, she nonchalantly flung it into the air. Fwoo! First try, it went in. “Woo! Hole in one, Cozy Glow!” She furrowed her brows and wore a flat expression. “What a real hoot. And that’s a saying for golf, not corn toss.” Once again, they teleported. This time, it was a large silver basin filled with a clear liquid and bobbing apples. Flurry Heart wasted no time diving her mouth into the fruit pool and successfully retrieving one between her top and bottom teeth. Cozy Glow twitched an eye. “What’s even the point of this game?” As a snapping crunch broke out, and she swallowed, Flurry Heart tilted her head to the side. “Game?” Then she giggled. “I thought this was just an enjoyable approach to confining apples for anypony to grab and eat.” The remark stunned Cozy Glow, causing her legs to collapse as she landed face-first on the unforgiving glossy path. They continued to delve into various well-known festival activities, conversing with other ponies, old and young, for hours. Now, with their stomachs grumbling, it was time for dinner. Today held double significance for them. It was both Cozy Glow’s designated birthday and a day of the week when they treated themselves to a special meal. The sun's intensity waned as the day progressed, and the air grew slightly cooler. They traveled near the outskirts of the city grounds in search of a gazebo tent set up on a grass plot. The enticing smell of grilled vegetables wafted through the air and entered their noses. Cozy Glow glanced at a nearby wooden building called the ‘Arctic Patrol Office’ and back toward the canopied shelter. The top of the royal blue gazebo resembled the roof of a house. Underneath, a large circular purple table stood, and eight vacant seats were ready to be filled. However, including Cozy Glow and Flurry Heart, only three ponies were present. The arriving duo traipsed closer and sat down, occupying the northeast side, their backs facing the patrol office. If one ventured further, they would soon come across a narrow path winding its way northwest. It led past Mount Everhoof and through the rugged Frozen North mountains, eventually reaching the onding kingdom of Yakyakistan. Diagonal from them, a middle-aged turquoise mare saw their arrival and approached. She had a baby blue mane and tail and irises of amethyst. On her flank, a cutie mark depicted two stars in eternal orbit. Telekinetically, she finished placing food on the table. Then she sat down, her back facing the looming Crystal Castle. “Flurry Heart, Cozy Glow! I’m so glad the two of you could make it. Then again, the both of you have never failed to show up…” For due reason, a touch of sadness colored her voice. Under the comforting shade, Flurry Heart took in a lovely whiff of the food. “Of course, Glitter Drops. This is one of my favorite times of the week.” Cozy Glow battled her twitching eye. Being trapped within the Crystal Empire, it was not as if Cozy Glow had much choice anyway. Of course she could make it. “Glad to be here! How could I miss the opportunity to enjoy your lovely cooking, Glitter Drops?” “What a charmer you are, Cozy Glow. But I know you’re just saying that to be nice, like... her…” Smiles faded from the faces at the table, and an awkward silence settled over them. Everypony at the table knew why and did not want to bring the topic up. However, with five empty seats, each of them usually filled consistently, had not been for a long while. The absence of familiar faces created a palpable void. Cozy Glow welcomed the comforting atmosphere. It just meant fewer faces to worry about. Flurry Heart felt the weight of sadness coming from Glitter Drops and tried to bring somewhat good news. “Mom and Dad wanted to make it, but something popped up with Grandfather Night Light and Grandmother Velvet.” “I see… I hope everything’s okay.” Flurry Heart nodded and started eating the grilled carrot salad. “Mhm.” Cozy Glow had dug in the moment she sat down and did not give a hoot about what they were discussing. After a few minutes of crunching, chewing, and swallowing, Flurry Heart darted her eye to one of the vacant seats closest to Glitter Drops. Despite knowing it was a sensitive subject, she could not resist the urge to find out after so many days had gone by. “You’re still looking for her, aren’t you?” Glitter Drops swallowed. Hearing the question, she was about to take another bite as an excuse to keep quiet, even if only for a while longer. Yet, she halted to take the bite and set the carrot cutlet back onto the plate. Her voice became soft. “Of course. At the start of each day for the past six months, I patrol along the outskirts in search of clues.” “You won’t stop, will you?” “Never. I’ll never stop looking until Fizzy is back at this table with us.” Fizzlepop Berrytwist. A mare who was a childhood friend of Glitter Drops. They had stayed out of each other’s lives for a long time, but one day, they found each other again and reconnected. Fizzlepop only allowed Glitter Drops to call her by that ridiculous moniker. After a while, she decided to live in the Crystal Empire and joined the Arctic patrol force alongside Glitter Drops. Flurry Heart and Cozy Glow knew her as Tempest Shadow. And one day, six months ago, Tempest had vanished without a trace. Once Princess Twilight got word, she dispatched multiple search parties throughout all of Equestria. Regarding the issue, nothing has come up so far. Flurry Heart glanced at two other unoccupied chairs. “Then, two years before her, Radiant Hope and Sombra suddenly stopped showing up as well…” Even now, she could easily picture their faces, their smiles, and the sound of their laughter, each pony occupying their respective seat. But times were different now. They had been for a while. “I’m sure… days like those will return. I know they will.” Cozy Glow joined in. “That’s right! No matter where they are right now, I just know they’re thinking of us!” A tear streamed down her turquoise muzzle, and her mouth was full of food. Glitter Drops nodded her head and tried her best to smile. Regardless, an extra amount of salt made its way into her meal. “…Yeah!” Flurry Heart closed her eyes and grinned. The young mare trapped within these crystal borders could only focus on one thing. She kept chewing and chewing, glaring at the two unsuspecting ponies. Her infallible plan. Cozy Glow will exploit the young alicorn’s naivety for her own selfish gain. She will take that dumb name and elicit a flurry of the mare’s heart in the lowest manner possible. Smiling, she will do it because she can. Author's Note Hello! In this entry, I gave obvious connections to another side-story fimfic called ‘What's Best for Tempest’. Eventually, I plan on bringing back Flash Sentry and Gallus, too. Cozy Glow and Flurry Heart will return. 4. Maritime With Celestia and LunaIn the stilted harbor town of Silver Shoals, a manor stood. The manor home is inhabited by two sisters, both of whom have lived for over one thousand years. Outside the vicinity was a wooden sign featuring their faces, proudly displaying the name ‘Maretime Manor.’ Inside, the younger sister, Princess Luna, sat on a couch for three. However, the sofa only ever had two rumps occupying it at any time of day. One side of the couch was normal. On the other side… a fabric was suspended above, like a makeshift awning. Luna lay below it, her hind legs sprawled on the middle cushion, reveling in the shade. Princess Celestia returned home after taking a morning stroll around the beautiful coastal town. She found her sister in the same position as when she had woken up. Lazing on the couch, watching a box of moving pictures. Technology had advanced at an unprecedented rate, all thanks to a former student from another world. Celestia enjoyed some good television herself, but she longed for Luna to join her in outdoor activities. “Luna, why don’t you join me in visiting the elderly at the Silver Stable Community?” Luna dug a hoof into a bowl of flamin’ hot hayeetos. She responded, but not before releasing a rather unpleasant gaseous burp. “Eh… After, sister…” From a white nose, a displeased breath escaped. “What are you even watching?” Celestia stood by her side of the couch, receiving a clear view of the LCD screen. “One of my favorites.” The square box made its announcement heard. “Aaaaand we’re live againnn on ‘My Life as a Teenage Sweetiebot’!” And displayed a visual recording of a white-grey unicorn mare with an elegant mane comprising a delicate rose pink on one side, and mulberry purple on the other. The camera had followed that mare and currently zoomed in on her muzzle. She sat at a table with a brown stallion wearing a hat with a lime green propeller on top. The mare stared into the camera and proclaimed, “I’m. Not. A. Ponybot!” “Wait, you’re not?” “Button Mash!” “Kidding! Kidding…” Then the stallion behind the camera interrupted. “We will unveil the truth! A teacher at the School of Friendship is most definitely—!” “Get out of here!” Sweetie Belle cried, voice cracking slightly. Celestia had enough. “Poor Sweetie Belle… Maybe we should help her?” With crow’s feet, Luna was taken aback at the remark. “Wh-what? I’m not helping a ponybot, sister. Are you crazy?” “You’ve been in her dreams! Remember? You told me that.” From the couch, snoring broke out. “Zzz…” “Fine. Next time then.” Celestia's horn emitted a soft glow as it effortlessly lifted a stick of hay, which was coated in red dust. She plopped it into her mouth and crunched. “Mm. Those are good.” Then, the whole bowl levitated as that white derriere sank into the cushion furthest from Luna. With her sister sleeping beside her, she indulged in the world of television. The stallion behind the camera had left his target alone. But, it appeared the drama did not stop there. The stallion's voice became weary. “It seems we’re being followed. And not just by anypony…” The camera peeked out of a bush, showing a middle-aged mare with a violet mane cantering his way. “Oh no, she must have spotted me! This mission is too dangerous. I’m sorry, my dear viewers, but it’s everypony for themselves now!” The audio played rushes of wind and continuous loud clops as the visuals became shaky. Still, it showed that middle-aged mare watching the stallion book it. “Wait! Why are you running from MEEE?!” Then she started galloping after the camera, crying. “I’m still beautiful! So why are you running?! Look at MEE!” “She knows! She knows we’re onto her sister’s secret, and now she’s going to silence me!” The bowl filled with red haysticks was nearly empty. Now, the show displayed a dark room with a table. Intent on getting to the bottom of the mystery, the stallion behind the camera planned to meet up with the pony who had hired him, eager to collaborate and uncover the truth. With a peek of light flashing through the cracked door, a pony entered. “Her ‘sister’ is on to me.” “That’s not good.” “No… Can you get her off of me?” “Hmm…” the employer stallion thought, then continued. “I’ll see what I can do.” Suddenly, with another flash of light, the door opened all the way. The mare's arrival and act of turning on the light resulted in more light pouring in. The secret employer's true identity was uncovered. “Ah, shhhhhiitake mushrooms.” “What th—! Button Mash! You’re conspiring with the enemy?!” “No…?” Celestia gasped at the unexpected plot twist. Then another surprise visitor entered behind Sweetie Belle. “There he is, Sweetie Belle! The stallion that ran!” A crazed one, at that. The camera stallion screamed and bolted. “AHHHH!” “Show me to the camera! You. Will. Look at MEE!!” After the makeshift awning was ripped away, an empty bowl flung into the air, the encaved end falling onto a dark blue muzzle—which groaned. “Mmm…” Celestia rested her hind legs near Luna’s, which made it easier for physical notifications. Celestia lightly kicked her. “Go buy us some more of those delectable hayeetos will you little sister?” “Ahh…” Celestia giggled. “Love you, too.” 5. A Pony's, a Zebra's, and Buffalo's Hearth's Warming PreparationsSomething has gone wrong. We don't seem to have an archived copy of that chapter.6. The Whinnyapolis Winter FestivalSomething has gone wrong. We don't seem to have an archived copy of that chapter.7. A Hearth's Warming of Many to Pass and ComeSomething has gone wrong. We don't seem to have an archived copy of that chapter.8. Equestria Daily #143,175Something has gone wrong. We don't seem to have an archived copy of that chapter.
1. A Pony's Glint“A Pony’s Glint!” Inside, a stallion wearing thick black shades commanded attention as he confidently professed his findings on the ‘stage.’ It was a dark room with the only light source coming from the projector screen. That stallion, a unicorn researcher, remained on the floor, tapping a pointing stick against the bright display. Two groups of chairs were arranged in three rows, and the researcher stood at an equal ground level as the first rows. Despite not all the seats being taken, the black room had been prepared to hold around fifty guests. The audience had well-known ponies among them, each with their unique achievements. Featherweight, a scrawny stallion photographer in search of a captivating story to capture through his lens. Gizmo Poindexter, a nerdy stallion pursuing a fun, informative presentation. Bill Neigh, a stallion of science. Dr. Hooves, also a stallion of science, but also technology. Next, there was a light cerise pink mare named Luster Dawn. Rather than engaging in friendships, she dedicated herself to undertaking more education. All of these ponies listened in on the researcher known as Whirly Assayer. Whirly once again tapped the words in bold on the projector screen with a pointing stick. “This is the major topic I wanted to discuss in this presentation. Here we are, all grown up with our unique cutie marks, but what about that pre-marked sensation we used to develop before? That initial explosive feeling of infatuation! The memorable experience when we encounter something even remotely linked to our talents or life’s calling. I thought it was about time we gave that sensation a name… Yes, a Pony’s Glint!” Featherweight snapped pictures of the slide, which showed a flowchart of the five progressive states ponies went through. In short, markless, glinting, engaging, unlocking, and last, continual subsisting. Dr. Hooves could no longer contain his excitement and shouted, “Goodness me! How fascinating! How is it possible that this idea never crossed my mind?!” “I’d like to look into that more myself,” Whirly responded, booping Dr. Hooves’ muzzle with the levitating pointing stick. Luster Dawn raised a foreleg while the stick spun back to the originator, who imbued it with magic. Whirly took notice. “Yes, young mistress?” It was easy for Luster Dawn to pose her question. “So, this ‘glint’ is the prime reason some ponies receive their cutie marks before others?” Whirly grinned. “Correct. It’s the utmost essential stage of the cutie mark process. It also depends on the pony, their purpose, talent, location, timing, and chance.” Luster Dawn brought a hoof up to her chin and darted her eyes to the side in thought. “In that case, I have another question.” “Please, be my guest,” Whirly responded, staring at her lips as she uttered each word. “Do you believe a pony can forever miss their glint?” As Whirly Assayer contemplated, the audience murmured amongst themselves. “Hmm... That sounds like quite a predicament. There’s still so much we don’t know about cutie marks. For research, I’d like to think there is a possibility. But for the pony… I wonder...” While he ruminated, a beat in his chest raced. Within the brief pause, Dr. Hooves offered his analysis of the situation. “Since cutie marks are connected to our mentality—our feelings—if the pony in question never experienced their glint…” Euphoric, the presenter picked up on what Dr. Hooves was alluding to. “Yes. That pony could be stuck... in limbo. That is an excellent question, indeed. However, the question that would follow is…” The audience held their breath, feeling the tension weighing down the air as Whirly Assayer paused again for dramatic effect and grinned. “Who could such a pony be?” Author's Note I didn't expect three side stories to be released before the main series (TMW). Anyway, I plan for this fic to be exactly what the title says. There will be story connections to my other works. For example, I intend to show what Gallus and Flash Sentry are up to after the events of “What’s Best for Tempest”. Don't expect much story out of this fic, though. The intent is mostly from me wanting to write some SOL.
2. Steamy Scent of BouquetWhinnyapolis—the City of Lakes and one of the littlest cities in Equestria. It offered a wonderful chance to explore local and regional parks, trails for roller skaters, institutions of art, and, yes, lakes. Additionally, a fifty-five-mile parkway was created for recreational leisure and social engagement. And a nature sanctuary, recently built and inspired by an ambitious animal-loving mare from Ponyville. The small city was bisected by a large flowing river, and various bridges provided transportation options for ponies to cross, whether by carriage or on hoof. Ponies had a blast like the day prior, their hooves crunching on the snow-covered ground as they celebrated the annual winter festival. But not this earth pony. “Ha…” An exhausted middle-aged mare with an ivory beige coat and triple-shaded mane of yellow let out a tired sigh. She wore a dark brown trapper hat and a dark brown bomber jacket. Even though she was ready to brave the chilly atmosphere, she opted to stay indoors, where the temperature was comfortable. However, the biting weather was not the determining factor behind her decision. “Fwoo… Fwoo…” The air inside was saturated with a delightful, earthy aroma. Pendant lights adorned the ceiling, casting a gentle, cozy glow throughout the space. While the middle-aged mare blew away at the black, steaming liquid in her cup, another earth pony mare neared the bistro table where the customer alone sat. “Enjoyin’ your roasted coffee beans, hey Gustysnows?” “You betcha,” March Gustysnows replied, wincing as she tried to swallow another searing quaff forcefully. “Uff da! Worth it.” The cafe employee’s expression contorted with aversion. “I can’t believe you can savor that with no sugar…” With an audible clink, Gusty put down the porcelain cup. “Of course, Nutmeg Lotus. I’d rather receive any of the potential health benefits, don’tcha know? Helps elevate the mood’ n’ such.” Gustysnows’ love for caffeinated beverages was unmistakable, from the cutie mark on her flank and frequent visits to this very establishment. “If you say so.” Since there were no other customers, Nutmeg took a nearby chair and lounged across from the lone customer. Sitting near the entrance, they admired the view of the snow-dusted city through the fixed window. The broad pane was there to entice passersby with a peek at the interior, but today, the scene presented as a cloudy grey sky, towering buildings, a snowy desolate street, a bridge, and a wide calm river. Across that river was a local park surrounded by trees. Even from the cafe, they caught glimpses of vibrant festival stands peeking out from the thicket. “Times flying by. How much longer are you planning to be the Whinnyapolis delegate?” Nutmeg Lotus asked. Gustysnows had been the delegate for Whinnyapolis for well over twenty years. As a young mare herself, she could not help but question the extent of Gusty’s spirit. Was she ready to throw in the towel? Unsure of the answer? Or prepared to carry on? Nutmeg thought the question was impolite, as it implied Gusty was getting older. “Fwoo… Not until I see an old pal of mine again, I ‘spose. Fwoo…” Nutmeg knew Gusty for as long as she worked here for two years. She did not know of Gusty’s life, and curiosity bubbled inside her as she wondered who this mysterious friend could be. “Are you not goin’ to join them?” Nutmeg Lotus asked, staring out the window. This is Whinnyapolis—City of Lakes and Nature. Various fun activities were happening around the city for the winter festival, but the city delegate did not participate. Gusty just sat there alone, not socializing with the laughing ponies of Whinnyapolis. Not that she had much room to criticize. Nutmeg worked today because she felt this regular customer would stop by at some point, no matter the day and time. Then at last, the steam stopped rising from the black coffee cup. “Yeah no. I’m just goin’ to enjoy myself right here...” Gustysnows guzzled down the bitter liquid and finished her drink. With a clink and a stained brown splotch on her muzzle, she smiled. “Think I can have another?” The employee released a quiet breath through her nose. “Okey-dokey.” Then retreated to the coffee shop counter, passing by a coffee table nestled between two dark brown Chesterfield couches facing each other and the remaining bistro tables. One can hope that in due time, she would come around to grasping the mindset of Gustysnows. Don’t get her wrong. Mingling with other ponies did not intimidate March Gustysnows in the slightest. She deeply loved the city she called home and had a strong fondness for coffee. While she might eventually partake in the winter festival, her current priority was to sit back, relax, and enjoy a hot cup of joe while taking in the view of her favorite spot in all of Equestria. Although Gusty could not see their smiles or hear their laughter, she sensed that they were present—and for her, that was plenty. Truly, it was just another day at Whinnyapolis Cafe Neigh.
3. Flurry Heart's Heart and Cozy Glow's LowYears ago, she attempted to flee from the initial day of a reformation plan—an adorable pale pink filly with a mane of pale blue ringlets. And one night, upon first chance, she bolted for the outskirts of the Crystal Empire—the largest kingdom in Equestria. Nopony witnessed the escape attempt, even to this day. The moment she reached the snow-covered outskirts, an intense impact surged through her body, akin to slamming into an unyielding wall. “W-what?!” No wall stood before her; the only buildings to loom were the ones in the Crystal Empire. Unbeknownst to her, a counterspell had been set in motion when she was freed. Once she stepped hoof into the Crystal Empire, she was trapped inside. “Urghh!” An emergence of fury welled up inside her. The most infamous filly known throughout Equestria—Cozy Glow. As she sat there, her eyes locked on the snowy terrain, and she realized she could not feel the biting cold that usually accompanied such a scene. Cozy Glows’ thoughts centered on the individuals she blamed the most for her current situation. Twilight Sparkle and her friends, the young six, and most recently… “Darn you, Flurry Hearrrt!” “Who are we to take away a foolish young filly’s chance at friendship?” However, once she had composed herself, a wicked smile crept across her lips. “Or maybe… I should thank you—Ahhahaha!” Then, amid the pristine landscape, an ugly laugh broke the night’s quiet. Everything was going as intended. Years have passed since that night, and furthermore, ever since her plan started. How could Cozy Glow escape the confines of the spell, keeping her trapped in the Crystal Empire? How could she ensure her plans afterward would come to fruition? The answer was simple. However, at least for her, it was far from an effortless task. She had to be patient, she had to be cunning, and most importantly, she had to be ready to seize any opportunity that came her way. At the moment, Cozy Glow occupied a circular table made of crystallized material, giving off many slight, triangular radiant shimmers. Two white teacups with blue patterned decorations were filled with a liquid they were crafted for. One of those teacups lifted, and the aromatic drink flowed to one side, disappearing into a pale pink muzzle. The muzzle of an alicorn princess. The young, naïve mare who gave Cozy Glow this chance of reformation under her wing. A brief slurp escaped. “Cozy Glow, how many years has it been now? Since we’ve been friends.” Cozy Glow battled the desire to release a sigh of frustration. Nevertheless, she took on a friendly demeanor, masking the truth behind the expression. “Hmm… Gee, seven years?” An eye twitched. With an irritating clink, Flurry Heart set the teacup down on a small plate. “That sounds about right. Mentally, you’re older than me. But being entrapped in stone seemed to have stopped your physical aging. Don’t you find it oddly funny that our physical ages align perfectly? Our bodies matured together, too.” “Hilarious!” Cozy Glow drank the tea, which she did not like. She pulled through and swallowed. “I wanted to celebrate your progress by taking you to the Whinnyapolis Winter Festival, but when it comes to you, Mother is quite strict. Which is reasonable for what you tried doing to Equestria… Don’t you fret, though. I’m confident that in the coming years, you’ll earn your freedom.” “Gee, I hope so! But that doesn’t matter since I’m fortunate enough to have a friend like you.” Flurry Heart giggled and displayed white teeth at the appreciative comment. “Since I couldn’t take you to that winter festival, I brought the winter festival to you!” “You did what now?” Flurry Heart left her seat and gestured for Cozy Glow to follow her. Cozy Glow trailed behind that swaying violet tail streaked with arctic blue highlights. AAfter traveling through the extensive castle rooms and halls for what felt like an eternity, the youngest alicorn across Equestria brought her to the sunny outside, where a blue sky greeted them, bedecked with occasional fluffy white puffs floating about. They now stood beside one of the four supporting legs of Crystal Castle, facing away from the Crystal Heart and toward a street lined with buildings. Colorful stands lined the busy avenue, and Flurry Heart joined the commotion. The pony following her did not want to believe it happened again. “You threw another surprise for me?” Flurry Heart, who had already befriended a notorious filly, had no issue with planning special occasions for somepony she cared about. Cozy Glow never revealed her birth date, and she had no plans to. Despite this, Flurry Heart organized a yearly ‘birthday’ celebration on the day they liberated Cozy from her stone confinement. Since Cozy Glow had no right to leave the grounds of the Crystal Empire, she missed out on such events. Flurry Heart thought it would be a worthy effort to make up for it in any possible way. “Surprise!” Regardless of inner confusion and a smile appearing on her face, Cozy Glow remained unmoved by the sentiment. “Golly… That’s so thoughtful of you, Flurry!” A swell of pride and excitement coursed through Flurry Heart, and she ran in place. Then she paused. A translucent, light blue blob enveloped her horn. “Ah! What are we waiting around for?! Let’s go!” Suddenly, they disappeared and reappeared in another spot. Specifically, in front of an activity stand about throwing small bags into a cardboard hole. The adult mare running the stand was briefly astonished by the unexpected entrance but easily composed herself because of who arrived. Flurry Heart lifted a few of the small bean bags with telekinesis and once again ran in place. “Oooh, I can never beat this one!” Phh! Phh! Phh! Multiple six-by-six-inch bags were tossed, and they all collided with the cardboard surface—completely missing the goal. While she had good magic control, she mostly left it to gravity. “Your turn, Cozy!” Cozy Glow did not give a hoot and saw no point. But it did not matter what she thought. She just had to endure. So, with a dark blue bag perched on her hoof, she nonchalantly flung it into the air. Fwoo! First try, it went in. “Woo! Hole in one, Cozy Glow!” She furrowed her brows and wore a flat expression. “What a real hoot. And that’s a saying for golf, not corn toss.” Once again, they teleported. This time, it was a large silver basin filled with a clear liquid and bobbing apples. Flurry Heart wasted no time diving her mouth into the fruit pool and successfully retrieving one between her top and bottom teeth. Cozy Glow twitched an eye. “What’s even the point of this game?” As a snapping crunch broke out, and she swallowed, Flurry Heart tilted her head to the side. “Game?” Then she giggled. “I thought this was just an enjoyable approach to confining apples for anypony to grab and eat.” The remark stunned Cozy Glow, causing her legs to collapse as she landed face-first on the unforgiving glossy path. They continued to delve into various well-known festival activities, conversing with other ponies, old and young, for hours. Now, with their stomachs grumbling, it was time for dinner. Today held double significance for them. It was both Cozy Glow’s designated birthday and a day of the week when they treated themselves to a special meal. The sun's intensity waned as the day progressed, and the air grew slightly cooler. They traveled near the outskirts of the city grounds in search of a gazebo tent set up on a grass plot. The enticing smell of grilled vegetables wafted through the air and entered their noses. Cozy Glow glanced at a nearby wooden building called the ‘Arctic Patrol Office’ and back toward the canopied shelter. The top of the royal blue gazebo resembled the roof of a house. Underneath, a large circular purple table stood, and eight vacant seats were ready to be filled. However, including Cozy Glow and Flurry Heart, only three ponies were present. The arriving duo traipsed closer and sat down, occupying the northeast side, their backs facing the patrol office. If one ventured further, they would soon come across a narrow path winding its way northwest. It led past Mount Everhoof and through the rugged Frozen North mountains, eventually reaching the onding kingdom of Yakyakistan. Diagonal from them, a middle-aged turquoise mare saw their arrival and approached. She had a baby blue mane and tail and irises of amethyst. On her flank, a cutie mark depicted two stars in eternal orbit. Telekinetically, she finished placing food on the table. Then she sat down, her back facing the looming Crystal Castle. “Flurry Heart, Cozy Glow! I’m so glad the two of you could make it. Then again, the both of you have never failed to show up…” For due reason, a touch of sadness colored her voice. Under the comforting shade, Flurry Heart took in a lovely whiff of the food. “Of course, Glitter Drops. This is one of my favorite times of the week.” Cozy Glow battled her twitching eye. Being trapped within the Crystal Empire, it was not as if Cozy Glow had much choice anyway. Of course she could make it. “Glad to be here! How could I miss the opportunity to enjoy your lovely cooking, Glitter Drops?” “What a charmer you are, Cozy Glow. But I know you’re just saying that to be nice, like... her…” Smiles faded from the faces at the table, and an awkward silence settled over them. Everypony at the table knew why and did not want to bring the topic up. However, with five empty seats, each of them usually filled consistently, had not been for a long while. The absence of familiar faces created a palpable void. Cozy Glow welcomed the comforting atmosphere. It just meant fewer faces to worry about. Flurry Heart felt the weight of sadness coming from Glitter Drops and tried to bring somewhat good news. “Mom and Dad wanted to make it, but something popped up with Grandfather Night Light and Grandmother Velvet.” “I see… I hope everything’s okay.” Flurry Heart nodded and started eating the grilled carrot salad. “Mhm.” Cozy Glow had dug in the moment she sat down and did not give a hoot about what they were discussing. After a few minutes of crunching, chewing, and swallowing, Flurry Heart darted her eye to one of the vacant seats closest to Glitter Drops. Despite knowing it was a sensitive subject, she could not resist the urge to find out after so many days had gone by. “You’re still looking for her, aren’t you?” Glitter Drops swallowed. Hearing the question, she was about to take another bite as an excuse to keep quiet, even if only for a while longer. Yet, she halted to take the bite and set the carrot cutlet back onto the plate. Her voice became soft. “Of course. At the start of each day for the past six months, I patrol along the outskirts in search of clues.” “You won’t stop, will you?” “Never. I’ll never stop looking until Fizzy is back at this table with us.” Fizzlepop Berrytwist. A mare who was a childhood friend of Glitter Drops. They had stayed out of each other’s lives for a long time, but one day, they found each other again and reconnected. Fizzlepop only allowed Glitter Drops to call her by that ridiculous moniker. After a while, she decided to live in the Crystal Empire and joined the Arctic patrol force alongside Glitter Drops. Flurry Heart and Cozy Glow knew her as Tempest Shadow. And one day, six months ago, Tempest had vanished without a trace. Once Princess Twilight got word, she dispatched multiple search parties throughout all of Equestria. Regarding the issue, nothing has come up so far. Flurry Heart glanced at two other unoccupied chairs. “Then, two years before her, Radiant Hope and Sombra suddenly stopped showing up as well…” Even now, she could easily picture their faces, their smiles, and the sound of their laughter, each pony occupying their respective seat. But times were different now. They had been for a while. “I’m sure… days like those will return. I know they will.” Cozy Glow joined in. “That’s right! No matter where they are right now, I just know they’re thinking of us!” A tear streamed down her turquoise muzzle, and her mouth was full of food. Glitter Drops nodded her head and tried her best to smile. Regardless, an extra amount of salt made its way into her meal. “…Yeah!” Flurry Heart closed her eyes and grinned. The young mare trapped within these crystal borders could only focus on one thing. She kept chewing and chewing, glaring at the two unsuspecting ponies. Her infallible plan. Cozy Glow will exploit the young alicorn’s naivety for her own selfish gain. She will take that dumb name and elicit a flurry of the mare’s heart in the lowest manner possible. Smiling, she will do it because she can. Author's Note Hello! In this entry, I gave obvious connections to another side-story fimfic called ‘What's Best for Tempest’. Eventually, I plan on bringing back Flash Sentry and Gallus, too. Cozy Glow and Flurry Heart will return.
4. Maritime With Celestia and LunaIn the stilted harbor town of Silver Shoals, a manor stood. The manor home is inhabited by two sisters, both of whom have lived for over one thousand years. Outside the vicinity was a wooden sign featuring their faces, proudly displaying the name ‘Maretime Manor.’ Inside, the younger sister, Princess Luna, sat on a couch for three. However, the sofa only ever had two rumps occupying it at any time of day. One side of the couch was normal. On the other side… a fabric was suspended above, like a makeshift awning. Luna lay below it, her hind legs sprawled on the middle cushion, reveling in the shade. Princess Celestia returned home after taking a morning stroll around the beautiful coastal town. She found her sister in the same position as when she had woken up. Lazing on the couch, watching a box of moving pictures. Technology had advanced at an unprecedented rate, all thanks to a former student from another world. Celestia enjoyed some good television herself, but she longed for Luna to join her in outdoor activities. “Luna, why don’t you join me in visiting the elderly at the Silver Stable Community?” Luna dug a hoof into a bowl of flamin’ hot hayeetos. She responded, but not before releasing a rather unpleasant gaseous burp. “Eh… After, sister…” From a white nose, a displeased breath escaped. “What are you even watching?” Celestia stood by her side of the couch, receiving a clear view of the LCD screen. “One of my favorites.” The square box made its announcement heard. “Aaaaand we’re live againnn on ‘My Life as a Teenage Sweetiebot’!” And displayed a visual recording of a white-grey unicorn mare with an elegant mane comprising a delicate rose pink on one side, and mulberry purple on the other. The camera had followed that mare and currently zoomed in on her muzzle. She sat at a table with a brown stallion wearing a hat with a lime green propeller on top. The mare stared into the camera and proclaimed, “I’m. Not. A. Ponybot!” “Wait, you’re not?” “Button Mash!” “Kidding! Kidding…” Then the stallion behind the camera interrupted. “We will unveil the truth! A teacher at the School of Friendship is most definitely—!” “Get out of here!” Sweetie Belle cried, voice cracking slightly. Celestia had enough. “Poor Sweetie Belle… Maybe we should help her?” With crow’s feet, Luna was taken aback at the remark. “Wh-what? I’m not helping a ponybot, sister. Are you crazy?” “You’ve been in her dreams! Remember? You told me that.” From the couch, snoring broke out. “Zzz…” “Fine. Next time then.” Celestia's horn emitted a soft glow as it effortlessly lifted a stick of hay, which was coated in red dust. She plopped it into her mouth and crunched. “Mm. Those are good.” Then, the whole bowl levitated as that white derriere sank into the cushion furthest from Luna. With her sister sleeping beside her, she indulged in the world of television. The stallion behind the camera had left his target alone. But, it appeared the drama did not stop there. The stallion's voice became weary. “It seems we’re being followed. And not just by anypony…” The camera peeked out of a bush, showing a middle-aged mare with a violet mane cantering his way. “Oh no, she must have spotted me! This mission is too dangerous. I’m sorry, my dear viewers, but it’s everypony for themselves now!” The audio played rushes of wind and continuous loud clops as the visuals became shaky. Still, it showed that middle-aged mare watching the stallion book it. “Wait! Why are you running from MEEE?!” Then she started galloping after the camera, crying. “I’m still beautiful! So why are you running?! Look at MEE!” “She knows! She knows we’re onto her sister’s secret, and now she’s going to silence me!” The bowl filled with red haysticks was nearly empty. Now, the show displayed a dark room with a table. Intent on getting to the bottom of the mystery, the stallion behind the camera planned to meet up with the pony who had hired him, eager to collaborate and uncover the truth. With a peek of light flashing through the cracked door, a pony entered. “Her ‘sister’ is on to me.” “That’s not good.” “No… Can you get her off of me?” “Hmm…” the employer stallion thought, then continued. “I’ll see what I can do.” Suddenly, with another flash of light, the door opened all the way. The mare's arrival and act of turning on the light resulted in more light pouring in. The secret employer's true identity was uncovered. “Ah, shhhhhiitake mushrooms.” “What th—! Button Mash! You’re conspiring with the enemy?!” “No…?” Celestia gasped at the unexpected plot twist. Then another surprise visitor entered behind Sweetie Belle. “There he is, Sweetie Belle! The stallion that ran!” A crazed one, at that. The camera stallion screamed and bolted. “AHHHH!” “Show me to the camera! You. Will. Look at MEE!!” After the makeshift awning was ripped away, an empty bowl flung into the air, the encaved end falling onto a dark blue muzzle—which groaned. “Mmm…” Celestia rested her hind legs near Luna’s, which made it easier for physical notifications. Celestia lightly kicked her. “Go buy us some more of those delectable hayeetos will you little sister?” “Ahh…” Celestia giggled. “Love you, too.”
5. A Pony's, a Zebra's, and Buffalo's Hearth's Warming PreparationsSomething has gone wrong. We don't seem to have an archived copy of that chapter.
6. The Whinnyapolis Winter FestivalSomething has gone wrong. We don't seem to have an archived copy of that chapter.
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