The Conjuration Wizard

The early morning air was cool and fresh as I stood in the sparring grounds, the soft light of dawn creeping over the horizon. The sun had just begun to rise, sending pale rays spilling across the castle walls, casting long shadows that stretched across the grounds. Luna stood nearby, her gaze fixed on me with that familiar blend of curiosity and affection. She’d been eager to see my progress with magic, so much so that she insisted on a morning demonstration.

Fortunately, I had something special in mind for just this sort of occasion.

Aldin stood perched on a wooden post nearby, his feathers ruffling slightly in the cool breeze as watched over the proceedings. He'd been oddly quiet as of late, but I could feel his excitement mirroring my own through our shared link.

“Sebastian,” Luna’s voice carried over to me, regal yet teasing. “Show me what you’ve been working on. I expect great things from my dear apprentice.”

I grinned at her, feeling that familiar warmth that her playful confidence always brought me. She had no idea what I was about to reveal, and I wanted to savor that sweet moment of her surprise. I’d been practicing this for weeks now, in between crafting, sleep, and Luna’s ever growing Night Court, I had been fine-tuning my control over unicorn magic until I could manage telekinesis on small objects with ease. My goal was to surprise her, and if I was lucky, maybe even impress her.

“Alright,” I said, rolling my shoulders to loosen the tension. “Let me show you something… a bit different.”

Her eyes gleamed with interest as I raised my right hand, palm open toward the pony-shaped target dummy a few dozen feet away. Usually, I would have prepared a new arcane spell of some sort as a demonstration of my ever expanding mastery, but this was to be different.

This was unicorn magic.

I closed my eyes for a moment, focusing on the familiar tug at my core as I had done in my secret practice. My aura flared to life around my hand, the hazel-colored glow shimmering softly. The golden center pulsed briefly, surrounded by a deep green hue.

A quiet gasp escaped Luna, and when I opened my eyes, I saw her staring at my hand, her expression a mix of surprise and awe.

“Sebastian… what—” she started, but I didn’t let her finish.

With a small flick of my wrist, the target dummy lifted into the air, weightless as if it were made of feathers. My aura had wrapped around it, a soft glow that matched the one around my hand. The dummy hovered for a moment before I spun it around, tossing it lightly from side to side as a child would with a toy.

Luna’s mouth parted slightly, her wings twitching at her sides as she watched on. I could tell she was speechless, but the pride in her eyes was unmistakable. That alone made all of the exhausting practice worth it.

“You… can use unicorn magic?” she asked, her voice breathy with disbelief.

Aldin, sensing the moment was perfect, chimed in from his perch. “Well, it's about time you showed her! I was getting tired of all that secrecy.”

“Patience, best-buddy,” I muttered with a grin, feeling the strain of the telekinesis starting to creep in. Despite how much I had practiced, lifting and manipulating objects still took a toll on me after a while.

“I’ve been practicing,” I admitted, focusing on keeping the dummy steady in the air. “It’s not easy, but I thought I’d give it a shot. Wanted to surprise you.”

Luna took a step closer, her eyes locked on the floating dummy. “You certainly have, my love,” she said softly. “I never imagined you could… Is this why you’ve been so secretive as of late?”

“Partly,” I nodded, sweat beginning to bead on my forehead. “I wanted it to be a surprise. It’s exhausting, though. Unicorn magic doesn’t exactly handle well for humans.”

She smiled, and there was something tender and sweet in that smile — something that never failed to make my heart race just a bit faster. “You never cease to amaze me, Sebastian.”

I let the dummy hover for a few more seconds before gently lowering it back to the ground, releasing the spell. The glow around my hand faded, and I flexed my fingers to shake off the lingering fatigue.

Aldin ruffled his feathers again, this time with more approval. “Not bad, Seb. You might actually be worth sticking around for.”

“Wow,” I replied, rolling my eyes at him. “Glad you think so.”

Luna stepped even closer, her eyes still filled with awe. “This… is incredible. I knew you were gifted, but unicorn magic? This is far beyond what I expected.”

I felt a flush of pride swell within me at her words, but tried to stay at least a little humble. “It’s still a work in progress. I can lift small objects and throw them around, but anything heavier would drain me pretty fast.”

She tilted her head, studying me with that thoughtful gaze of hers. “You’ve always been one to push boundaries, haven’t you? Learning magic that wasn’t even meant for you…”

“Well, it’s not just about learning it,” I said, feeling the moment was right to explain what I had been working toward. “There’s more.”

“More?” she asked, her interest clearly piqued.

I flashed her a quick smile before taking a deep breath, ready to dive into the next part of my demonstration. “I’ve been experimenting with funneling unicorn magic into my arcane spells. Amplifying them, in a way. It’s tricky, and I haven’t mastered it yet, but the results… they’re impressive.”

Her eyes widened, clearly intrigued by the idea. “Amplifying your spells? How so?”

I gestured toward a trio of target dummies that stood ready nearby. The early morning air seemed to still, as if even the world itself was waiting in anticipation. My heart pounded, not with nerves but with the thrill of what I was about to do. I could feel Luna’s eyes on me, full of curiosity and wonder, and Aldin’s quiet excitement pulsing through our bond.

“I’ll show you. This will be something extra special,” I said, more to myself than to Luna. My right hand lifted, and I stretched my fingers out as I prepared to cast the spell.

Aldin, perched nearby, was already leaning forward, his talons clenching the wooden post. “Is it the one with the big boom?” he asked, his voice alive with eagerness.

I smirked. “Oh, it’s got a big boom, alright.”

I began the incantation, the familiar words rolling off my tongue as my right hand blurred through the precise somatic motions I had practiced countless times before. The air shimmered in front of my hand, and with a soft hum of magic, a small, glowing bead of fire — no larger than a pea — appeared at the tip of my index finger. It was a soft orange-red at first, akin to the beginnings of a campfire.

Fireball.

I glanced at Luna, watching her expression carefully as my casting hand once again lit with my aura, and I infused the bead with unicorn magic. As the arcane and unicorn energies intertwined, the tiny ball of flame began to pulsate and warp. Its color shifted rapidly, the orange and red intensifying until it flared into a brilliant white-hot glow. The heat radiating from it was immense, and I could feel myself begging to sweat just from existing near it.

Luna’s eyes widened, reflecting the searing light. “By the stars...”

“Hold on,” I muttered through clenched teeth, focusing all my effort on maintaining control. This spell, amplified as it was, demanded more from me than simple unicorn telekinesis. I could feel the strain in my arm, and the pull upon my magical reserves.

The bead of fire, now akin to a miniature inferno, hovered above my fingertip, pulsing with energy. I could feel its power building, the raw destructive force yearning to be unleashed upon something, anything.

With a final whisper of the incantation, I pointed my finger toward the trio of targets.

The bead shot forward, a streak of blinding white flame cutting through the air like a meteor. For a split second, it seemed to vanish, and then—

Boom.

The fireball erupted with a deafening roar, expanding into a blazing inferno that swallowed the three dummies whole. The heat from the explosion washed over me, nearly knocking me off balance. I raised an arm to shield my eyes from the blinding light, but even through the intensity, I could hear Aldin’s delighted hoots as the explosion echoed across the sparring grounds.

The fireball burned so bright, it was almost painful to look at — like staring directly into the sun. The flames roared, licking at the ground and leaving scorch marks in their wake. For a moment, it was as if the entire courtyard had been turned into a furnace.

When the fire finally began to fade, the dummies were nearly incinerated. All that remained were smoldering, charred remnants of the dummies, and what was left of the still glowing hot iron stands. Even a few nearby stones had cracked from the heat, and I could see patches where the ground had been scorched jet black.

I lowered my arm, panting heavily as the exhaustion hit me all at once. Amplifying the Fireball with unicorn magic had taken a lot more out of me than I had expected, perhaps I should have waited a bit longer after my showing of telekinesis. My legs wobbled slightly, and I stumbled back, catching myself just before I collapsed.

Aldin swooped down, landing near the edge of the blast zone, his feathers ruffled in excitement. “That was amazing! Do it again!”

I gave him a weak smile, still trying to catch my breath. “Maybe later, best-buddy. That one took a lot out of me.”

Luna approached slowly, her gaze still fixed on the smoking remains of the dummies. The look on her face was a mixture of awe and concern. “Sebastian,” she whispered, her voice soft but filled with amazement. “That was… incredible. I had no idea you were capable of such power.”

My smile grew as I nodded, still working towards steadying my breathing. “It’s all about finding the right ratio of unicorn to arcane energy. Arcane magic is precise in nature, but when you funnel the right amount of unicorn magic into it… you can amplify the spell’s effects. It’s not easy, though.” I gestured toward the smoldering wreckage. “The results vary and can be… intense.”

She turned her gaze to me, her expression softening. “But you’re exhausted. You cannot push yourself so hard, even for something as impressive as this.”

“I’m fine,” I insisted, though the weariness tugging at me spoke of a different story. “Okay, I’m wiped. But it all becomes easier with practice!”

Aldin fluttered back to my side, looking between me and Luna with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “She’s right, you know. But that was still one of your best explosions yet.” He gave a small hoot, as if to emphasize his approval of this level of destruction.

I chuckled, though the sound came out more as a breathless sigh. “Glad I could entertain you, best-buddy.”

Luna stepped closer, her wing grazing my arm in a way that sent a fleeting chill over my skin. “You’ve certainly impressed me,” she teased, her smile touched with pride. "But now that I’ve seen your progress… it's time for you to take a break."

I returned her smile, grateful for her concern, though a familiar heaviness tugged at me. Despite all I had accomplished, and the strength I’d gained, the specter of my past failures lingered on in the corners of my mind. But as I met Luna’s gaze — bright with admiration, her love as vast as the night sky she ruled — I felt some of that weight lift, if only for a moment.

What a fool I am.

"Alright," I relented with a sigh. "But just for a little while."

After the demonstration, I stretched to shake loose the exhaustion that clung to me. Luna had taken to watching me. Something must’ve been on her mind because she had grown silent in her observations, although her eyes remained active. Luna’s playful tone had slipped into something more serious as she approached again, her eyes carrying an unspoken thought.

As I stretched, trying to shake off the exhaustion, I noticed Luna’s gaze had settled on me, intent and unwavering. She’d fallen silent in her watchfulness, the playful lilt in her tone gone, replaced by a quiet contemplation. Yet, her eyes traced over me with a warmth I recognized, lingering in a way that made the air feel heavier, almost charged.

“Sebastian,” she murmured, her wing brushing more deliberately against my arm this time, as if to hold me there, to keep my attention on her. “I need to ask you something important."

"Anything," I replied, pushing through the weariness. "What's on your mind?"

She hesitated — a rarity for her — and that hesitation put me on edge. "It concerns Captain Noctra. Do you remember her?"

It was hard to forget the mare who had appeared at the end of Night Court, seeking to reinstate the Lunar Guard. She had been a vision of old times, draped in that ancient silver armor beneath her cloak, her stoic demeanor masking what I could only assume was a sea of emotions. The encounter had been brief, but it had left an impression on the both of us.

“I remember her,” I said, nodding. “Hard to forget someone who looks like they stepped straight out of a history book.”

Luna's lips twitched into a brief smile, though it faded as quickly as it appeared. "Yes… Noctra is to lead the newly reformed Lunar Guard. Given her role, she and I will be working closely together."

I raised an eyebrow, I could guess where this was going. “And you want me to be friends with her?”

Luna chuckled, though her voice carried an undercurrent of tension. "Yes. You'll both be working with me, and while I trust her, the thestrals carry much from the past. Noctra needs someone besides me to trust, someone she can confide in."

I blinked, surprised. "You're not joking?"

Her expression hardened slightly. "I'm serious, Sebastian. You have a way of reaching ponies, of helping them see the best in themselves. Noctra is strong, but she's haunted by her doubts — about me, her place, and the future of thestrals as a whole. If you offer her, and my thestrals your friendship, it would help her... it would help all of us."

I scratched my head, processing her request. It wasn’t a small task. Noctra was an enigma, and Luna's history with the thestrals was deeper than what could fully be grasped from a few scant historical texts. But if it mattered to her, then it mattered to me.

It would also serve as a step towards making penance for my failures.

“Well,” I said, grinning to ease the tension, “I guess I should start writing friendship reports now, huh? Seems like that’s becoming part of the job.”

Luna rolled her eyes, but her expression softened at my joke. “If only Twilight Sparkle were here now to see how far you’ve come,” she teased, her voice carrying a hint of amusement.

I chuckled. “Yeah, I’ll have to ask her for some pointers on the best way to report my progress. Maybe she’s got a spare template I can borrow.”

But then, much to my surprise, Luna’s demeanor shifted slightly, her wings rustling at her sides as if she were about to say something completely unexpected. And then she did. “Actually, I have a suggestion.”

I straightened, sensing something unusual coming. “Go on.”

“You should take Noctra out drinking,” she said, her voice steady, as if this was a perfectly normal thing for her to suggest. “Shining Armor has been back in Canterlot for a few days now, hasn’t he? Perhaps you could take Noctra to the Golden Horseshoe with him.”

I stared at her, blinking rapidly as I processed what she just said. “Wait… you want me to take Noctra drinking? With Shining Armor?”

“Yes,” Luna said without hesitation. “You’ve been meaning to spend time with him, have you not?”

“Well, yeah,” I admitted. “Shining and I were supposed to hang out, but—"

“But?” she interrupted, raising an eyebrow. “You have an opportunity here, Sebastian. Shining Armor is not only the Captain of the Solar Guard but also a trusted friend. He could help ease Noctra into the current era, into the role she must play. And you, well… you’re the bridge between all of this.”

I blinked again. “I’m a bridge, huh?”

Luna nodded, her gaze never leaving mine. “Noctra has been gone from the wider world for a long time, in a sense. The thestrals have kept to themselves during my banishment. If she is to lead the Lunar Guard in this modern Equestria, she will need allies beyond myself.” Her eyes softened. “And she will need good friends.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle. “So… you think a night at the Golden Horseshoe will fix all of that?”

Luna’s lips curved into a genuine smile this time, a glimmer of amusement in her eyes. “Perhaps not all, but it is a start. You’ve already proven that sometimes, a little levity can go a long way.”

I sighed, feeling the weight of the situation but also realizing that Luna was right. Noctra was stepping into a role that carried centuries of history, and she’d need support — both formal and informal. And if anyone could help her adjust, it would be Shining Armor and maybe… me.

“Alright,” I said, rubbing my temples with a tired smile. “I’ll see if Shining’s up for it. And I’ll see if I can convince Noctra to tag along.”

Luna’s smile grew, and she leaned in slightly, her presence warm and reassuring. “Thank you, Sebastian. I know this will help her.”

I nodded, though I still couldn’t quite shake the image of the stoic, still armored Noctra sitting at a tavern, surrounded by drinks and rowdy laughter. The idea seemed absurd, but also oddly fitting. If she was going to be a part of this world, she might as well dive in headlong.

As Luna stepped back, her gaze lingering on me for a moment longer, I felt a strange sense of responsibility settle in my chest. This wasn’t just about a casual night out; it was about helping someone find their place, just like Luna and I had done for each other.

“Well,” I said, cracking my knuckles and grinning, “I guess tonight it’ll be time to break out the cider and puns!”

Luna chuckled, her wings folding neatly at her sides as she turned toward the open window. The moon hung low in the sky now, signaling the approach of dawn. “I look forward to hearing about your evening,” she said with a playful glint in her eye. “Just… don’t blow anything up.”

I raised an eyebrow, smirking. “No promises.”

She shot me one last amused glance before spreading her wings and taking off into the early morning sky, leaving me standing there, wondering just how wild tonight was going to get.

_~_~_~_~_~_~_

Later that evening, I found myself standing outside the Golden Horseshoe, where warm, familiar lantern light spilled out over the cobblestone streets. The soft hum of laughter and clinking glasses from inside drifted through the cool air, promising the lively, rowdy atmosphere that Shining Armor and I were after. He’d already secured us a table inside, eager to wash away the memories of his latest mission over a few rounds. Now, I was just waiting for the final addition to our group.

Noctra.

I glanced around, half-expecting her to melt out of the shadows. thestrals had that reputation, after all, and Noctra, in particular, seemed to embody it. The first time I saw her, she’d appeared out of nowhere in Night Court, silent as a breeze.

Right on cue, she emerged from the dim alley beside the pub, still clad in her silver Lunar Guard armor. Her cloak was missing tonight, leaving her sleek wings folded neatly at her sides. Her expression was as guarded as ever, yet there was something in the way she held herself — a subtle stiffness — that hinted she felt out of place here.

“Noctra,” I greeted her, trying to ease the edge off with a small, friendly smile. “Glad you could make it.”

She stopped a few feet away, her slit-pupiled, golden eyes narrowing slightly as she regarded me. “Princess Luna insisted,” she stated flatly.

I chuckled softly. “Yeah, she has a way of getting things done, doesn’t she?”

Noctra’s gaze flicked toward the tavern door, lingering there for a moment before she spoke again. “I’m not sure what you expect from this,” she admitted, her tone still formal but edged with doubt. “I don’t… drink.”

I shrugged, stepping toward the door. “It’s not about the drinks, really. It’s about the company. If you wish, you may be the sober one tonight.”

Her eyes lingered on me for a moment, calculating. Then, with a barely perceptible nod, she followed. “Very well.”

I pushed open the door, and the familiar creak welcomed us into the warmth of the Golden Horseshoe. The golden glow from the lamps inside bathed the room in a cozy light. As usual, the place was buzzing — guards off-duty sharing stories, ponies laughing over mugs of cider, and the low murmur of conversations filling the air. It had been some time since I’d last been here, and the place hadn’t changed much.

Noctra, silent at my side, seemed to blend into the background in spite of her gleaming silver armor. The way the light caught her, reflecting off the metal, made her appear like a phantom from another time. Without her cloak, the sight of her — a thestral in full Lunar Guard armor — stood out in the Solar Guard’s favored tavern, like ink spilled on parchment. Her sharp amber eyes flicked around the room, cool and methodical, as if searching for potential threats.

I glanced at her, trying to break the ice. “Ever been in a bar before?”

Her lips twitched, not quite a smile, more like an acknowledgment. “Once. Briefly. This seems more like your kind of place.”

I chuckled. “Yeah, well, tonight’s an exception. But you might be surprised. Ponies are ponies, armor or no armor.”

Her ears flicked in response, a subtle sign she was listening, though she said nothing as we made our way further into the bar. The quiet tension between us lingered, but I had a hunch it would soften with time.

In the corner, an earth pony with a pink bow-tie played a cello, her deep, resonant notes washing over the room. Her eyes were closed in quiet concentration, the rich tones of her instrument casting a calm, almost melancholic mood that contrasted perfectly with the lively buzz of the patrons. There was something dignified about her presence, a moment of stillness in a place otherwise filled with chatter. I made a mental note to ask Shining Armor if he knew her name.

Speaking of Shining Armor, there he was, waving us over with his signature grin, seated at an empty table near the back. His white coat practically shimmered under the tavern lights, and his mane — those familiar shades of blue — was a bit more tousled than usual. Judging by the state of it, I figured Cadance might have kept him busy before he arrived. He looked every bit the Captain of the Guard — sharp, confident, and at ease in his surroundings.

“There you are!” Shining called out, his voice cleaving through the chatter. “I was starting to think you’d bailed on me!”

“Wouldn’t miss this for the world,” I called back, navigating the tables. Noctra trailed silently behind me, her amber eyes constantly scanning the room, like a watchful sentinel.

As I reached the table, Shining stood up and clapped me on the shoulder, his familiar warmth immediately setting a casual tone. “Good to see you, Seb. Feels like it’s been ages.”

“Likewise. Last I heard, you were halfway across Equestria,” I said, returning the gesture. “Good to have you back in Canterlot.”

Shining laughed. “Sebastian, please! Vanhoover’s not exactly the edge of the world, but it does feel like it is sometimes. Cadance and I just got back. Long mission, but it’s good to be home. Definitely needed a drink after that.”

“Then you’ve come to the right place.” I motioned to Noctra, standing beside me with her usual silent intensity. “Shining, this is Captain Noctra, the new head of the Lunar Guard. Noctra, this is Shining Armor, Captain of the Solar Guard.”

Shining wasted no time, extending his hoof with that easy-going confidence he had. “Pleasure to meet you, Captain. Heard a lot about the Lunar Guard being reinstated. Quite the move.”

Noctra hesitated, her gaze flicking to his outstretched hoof for the briefest of moments, before she grasped it in a firm shake. “Likewise, Captain Armor. Your reputation precedes you. I anticipate working alongside you.”

I raised an eyebrow at her formality. Not unexpected, given how she's acted so far, but in a setting like this, it felt out of place. It made me wonder how she’d handle other relaxed atmospheres.

We all took our seats, the wooden chairs creaking under our weight. Shining waved a hoof to catch the waitress’s attention for drinks, and I leaned back, feeling the familiar comfort of the Golden Horseshoe settle over me. Noctra, however, remained stiff, as though she were on duty, her eyes continuing their methodical sweep of the room even as she sat. She was alert, guarded — everything I’d expect from a guard on duty, but she was off duty and such things felt out of place in this casual setting.

“So,” Shining began, glancing between Noctra and me with a grin, “what’s the occasion? I thought you’d be buried in your wizard stuff, Seb.”

“Shining, I am always buried in my wizard stuff,” I replied offering a mock-serious look. “Luna told me I need to make some more friends. Said something about a ‘friendship report’ or something.”

Shining nearly choked on his drink, laughing. “You? Friendship reports? Yeah, I don’t see that happening.”

“If it works for Twilight, maybe Luna thinks it’ll work for me,” I shot back with a smirk, taking a sip of my own drink.

Noctra, who had been watching the exchange with mild interest, tilted her head slightly. “Friendship reports?”

Shining chuckled again. “It’s a long story. My sister, Twilight Sparkle — she’s been sending letters to Princess Celestia about the 'magic of friendship' for a while now. Part of her… studies, I guess.”

Noctra blinked, absorbing the information. “I see. And you’re expected to do the same?” Her gaze shifted to me, an unreadable expression on her face.

I shrugged. “Not exactly, but Luna thinks I should get to know you better since we’ll be working together. Figured this was as good a place as any.”

Noctra’s eyes narrowed slightly, but I could tell she wasn’t offended — just calculating. “So, this is about duty, then.”

Shining shook his head, grinning. “Not everything’s about duty. Sometimes, you just need to kick back with friends.”

Noctra took a moment, glancing around the bar, her eyes lingering on some particularly rowdy Solar Guards in the corner before settling back on us. After a soft sigh, she allowed herself to relax, just a little. “Perhaps you’re right, Captain. It has been… some time since I’ve been in such company.”

Shining and I exchanged a quick glance, sharing a grin. This was going to be an interesting night.

“How about we make it official?” I raised my glass. “To new friendships — and not having to write any reports about them.”

Shining laughed, clinking his glass with mine. “I’ll drink to that.”

Noctra hesitated, her wings still tightly tucked to her sides, and to my surprise she opted to lift her glass of hard cider. Her smile was faint, almost imperceptible, but there. “To new friendships,” she echoed, her voice soft but resolute all the same.

We clinked our glasses together, and as the first round of drinks flowed, the atmosphere around the table began to shift. Noctra, so formal and reserved when she first arrived, gradually started to ease into the moment. Her wings remained stiff, but the tension in her posture faded, replaced by something quieter — perhaps contemplation, or maybe even curiosity.

The drinks were starting to hit.

I could feel the warmth settling in, easing away the day’s tension and leaving behind only the buzz of good company. The bar around us glowed in the dim light from the golden lamps, their warm hue casting a cozy, almost surreal atmosphere over the place. The soft hum of the cello added to it all, its haunting melody weaving through the laughter and chatter in the Golden Horseshoe. The drink had a comforting burn, and I noticed Noctra’s lips curling into a barely-there smile as she sipped.

The three of us sat back, drinks in hand, swapping stories and toasts. Noctra, while mostly reserved, was showing little glimpses of herself — a dry comment here, a raised brow there. Shining, on the other hand, was in full form. He had a talent for pushing everyone around him into letting loose, and tonight was no different.

At one point, I caught her looking at the décor on the walls — old portraits and ancient flags, most of them Solar Guard insignia. There wasn’t a single crescent moon or thestral symbol in sight.

“Feels odd, doesn’t it?” I ventured, leaning a bit closer to her over the table. “All this Solar Guard imagery around, and not a trace of the Lunar Guard.”

Noctra’s eyes softened slightly, her gaze thoughtful. “The traditions of the Lunar Guard live on in Hollow Shades. We kept them alive… as best as we could.” There was a note of pride in her voice, but also something else — something that felt like the weight of a thousand years. “The Lunar Guard’s duty was to protect Princess Luna, even when she… was not herself. We honor her, and all that she stands for.”

Shining raised his glass, nodding solemnly. “To Luna and the Lunar Guard, then.”

We all clinked our glasses, and I caught a flash of gratitude in Noctra’s eyes. She downed her drink in one swig, looking a little more comfortable now, though the steady focus on her duty to Luna never completely faded.

And that’s when I got an idea. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the lightness of the moment, but I leaned in, putting on my best exaggeratedly serious face.

“Noctra,” I said, drawing out her name with a dramatic pause. She looked at me, brow raised.

“Knock, knock.”

She blinked, confused. “Knock… knock?”

“Exactly!” I said, smirking as I continued. “Knock, knock.”

She sighed, her voice almost bemused. “Who’s there?”

“‘Noct!’”

“Noct who?”

“Noct gonna explain the joke to you if you don’t get it!” I said, leaning back with a grin, unable to keep a straight face.

Shining burst into laughter, nearly spilling his drink, and even Noctra let out a reluctant chuckle, the sound so unexpected and soft that it caught me off guard. I hadn’t expected her to laugh, but there was something satisfying about it.

She looked down at her glass, shaking her head slightly. “I have never heard humor like this before,” she murmured, though there was a faint smile tugging at her lips.

“Oh, just wait,” Shining said, eyes twinkling. “Seb here has a million of those. He’ll keep you entertained — or tortured — for hours.”

Noctra’s amusement was subtle but genuine, and for a moment, the tension from earlier was gone. She took another sip, her amber eyes glinting as she looked between us. The quiet pride of the Lunar Guard’s traditions was still there, but now there was a spark, a curiosity about the world she’d spent so long away from.

As more drinks made their rounds, the three of us continued to share stories. Shining regaled us with a tale about a “mystery training accident” he’d caused with some poorly timed spell, which had left most of his squadron with singed tails and a newfound respect for keeping their distance. Noctra, though hesitant at first, eventually shared a story from her training days in Hollow Shades — apparently, as a young recruit, she had to practice blindfolded flights in the darkened woods. The thestrals would test one another’s ability to move silently and rely on their senses, an old tradition meant to keep them in tune with the night.

“You wouldn’t last a minute out there, Seb,” Shining teased, nudging me. “Blindfolded in the woods? You’d probably walk into a tree.”

“Oh, please,” I shot back. “I’d probably be able to manage better than you. Remember the last time you tried to make it through an obstacle course in the dark?”

Shining laughed, not even trying to deny it. “I’ll admit, it’s not my strongest skill. But I’d still pay good money to watch you try it.”

Noctra seemed mildly amused by our banter, though her attention remained ever-so-slightly distant, like she was taking it all in but keeping a small part of herself apart, reserved.

But the night went on, and the drinks kept coming. We were well into our cups when Shining finally leaned forward with a grin, looking like he was about to say something that would definitely get under my skin.

“So, Noctra,” he began, leaning forward with that mischievous look he always got when he was about to stir the pot. "I’ve been meaning to ask — what did you think when you first saw our friend Seb here? You know, first impressions?"

I shot him a warning look. “Really?”

He shrugged, grinning even wider. “Come on, it’s all in good fun.”

Noctra blinked at the question, her amber eyes flicking to me for a moment before settling back on Shining. She took a deliberate measured sip of her cider, her expression unreadable. “My first impression of Sebastian?” she repeated thoughtfully, as if weighing each word. “I believed him to be... a companion to Princess Luna. A pet, perhaps.”

I choked on my drink, and Shining snorted, barely keeping his laughter in check.

“A pet?” I managed to say, my voice a little hoarse. “That’s... new.”

Noctra’s calm exterior remained, but there was a faint glint of amusement in her eyes. “It was a passing thought. Until I noticed Luna’s sword,” she continued, her gaze briefly landing on the sword at my hip. “In thestral culture, a weapon engraved with one’s cutie mark is a symbol of courtship.”

My eyebrow shot up as I glanced down at Promise. Luna’s crescent moon was etched into the pommel — the blade served as a constant reminder of the promises I made to her. But hearing that it held another layer of meaning, particularly in thestral tradition, caught me off guard.

“Courtship?” I echoed, intrigued.

Noctra nodded. “Yes. A gesture of genuine trust and... affection. A weapon bearing one’s cutie mark is not given lightly. In our culture, it represents a bond far deeper than mere companionship. It signifies loyalty and... intimacy.”

I blinked, trying to process that. Luna had entrusted Promise to me before I left on my first missions, asking me to promise to return to her side, no matter what. It had been a personal, almost sacred moment between us. But now, knowing it also had significance in thestral culture made me wonder if Luna had been aware of this too. She must have.

I couldn’t help, but smile.

Shining, meanwhile, was having the time of his life. Leaning back in his chair, he shot me an exaggerated grin. “Looks like you’ve been Luna’s royal consort longer than you thought, Seb.”

I rolled my eyes. “I’m pretty sure it’s not like that.”

Noctra raised an eyebrow, her tone as steady as ever. “Is it not? You carry a weapon marked with her cutie mark. You are her apprentice, and from what I have observed, your connection to the Princess extends beyond mere professionalism.” Her words were neutral, there was no hint of malice — just a simple, pointed observation.

Shining chuckled. “Seb’s always been a little slow on the uptake when it comes to these sorts of things. Cadance called it months ago. The moment she met him, she said Luna was going to fall for him. I just think it’s hilarious that all this time, you’ve had a pretty clear sign hanging off your hip.”

I couldn’t help but smirk, leaning back in my chair. “Well, I guess that’s one way to look at it. But I’d like to think it’s a little more... nuanced than just a sword.”

Shining laughed, shaking his head. “Oh, I’m sure it is. But come on, you’ve got to admit, it’s kind of funny.”

I chuckled, glancing at Promise again. Trust Shining to find humor in anything.

Noctra’s gaze remained on me, her amber eyes more contemplative now. “Do you understand, Sebastian?” Her voice was softer, almost reverent. “The significance of what you carry?”

I met her eyes, feeling the sword at my hip differently now. “I do,” I replied quietly. “Luna asked me to promise her I’d return, no matter what. And I will. No matter what happens, I’ll always come back to her.”

Noctra studied me for a moment longer before giving a measured nod. “Then you understand the bond that weapon represents. It’s a promise of loyalty, honor, and duty. A bond that isn’t broken lightly.”

I nodded, the importance of it all settling over me. I hadn’t fully grasped it before, but Promise was more than just a weapon of dreams and magic. It was the physical manifestation of the bond Luna and I shared — strengthened with every passing day, every secret moment, every touch.

Shining raised his glass, grinning. “To promises, and to not getting killed out there so we can actually keep them.”

I laughed, tapping my glass against his and Noctra’s. “I’ll drink to that.”

As the night continued, our conversations shifted to lighter fare — Shining’s latest mission, playful jabs about my lack of Equestrian military know-how, and more jokes at my expense regarding my new ‘royal consort’ status. Noctra, though still reserved, had relaxed considerably, even letting a few dry quips slip through the cracks of her stoic exterior.

As the night at the Golden Horseshoe continued, with Shining’s laughter filling the air and Noctra’s quiet presence at my side, I couldn’t help but think about how everything had changed since I first met Luna. We had grown so close, deeper in every way — emotionally, physically. I’d gone from being a lost soul in a strange world to someone who had found purpose, love, and a home.

The weight of that promise felt heavier now, but it was a burden I was more than willing to carry. For her. Always for her.

Because that was the promise.

The Golden Horseshoe buzzed around us — glasses clinking, voices mingling, and the low, soothing melody of a cello played by a talented earth pony in the corner. Shining Armor and I had already knocked back a few pints, and even Noctra had softened under the influence of both the camaraderie and the drinks.

“Y’know, Seb,” Shining slurred slightly, leaning across the table with a lopsided grin, “you’ve really done somethin’. Luna, huh? That’s…” He trailed off into laughter, raising his mug in a loose toast. “I always knew you’d be good at... somethin’.”

I snorted, downing the last of my cider. The warmth of the drink was a slow burn, softening the edges of the world. “Well,” I muttered with a half-smirk, “mooning over Luna wasn’t exactly on the checklist when I got here, but... I’m glad it happened. Heh… moon…”

Noctra sat across from us, her wings draped casually at her sides, a rare hint of amusement in her eyes. Her earlier reserve had melted into something more relaxed, though that air of formality still lingered. “Princess Luna is not easily won over,” she remarked, her voice softer now, though still edged with that firm, disciplined tone of hers. “You’ve earned more than just her affection, Sebastian. Her trust… that is something the legends say few ever gain.”

I blinked, feeling the significance of her words through the foggy haze of alcohol settling in. Luna’s trust wasn’t just something I simply valued — it was something I held sacred. Hearing Noctra acknowledge it, someone so intertwined with Luna’s history and culture, made me appreciate it even more. The significance of Luna choosing me — entrusting me with her heart and Promise — was not lost on me.

Shining Armor, however, didn’t share the solemn mood. He leaned back in his chair with a laugh. “Trust, love... and gifts!” His grin was mischievous. “C’mon, Seb. You can’t just sit there basking in Luna’s glow without giving her something in return.”

I raised an eyebrow, the alcohol fogging my thoughts. “What do you mean, ‘something in return’?”

Shining slapped the table, drawing a few glances from nearby patrons. “A gift, dummy! Luna’s already given you that sword of hers. You can’t leave her hanging. You gotta give her something thoughtful, something that shows you’re serious.”

Noctra’s voice cut in, more measured but tinged with amusement. “In thestral tradition, when one receives something as significant as a marked weapon, it’s customary to offer a token in return — a gift symbolizing the bond and the strength of the relationship.”

I tilted my head, my alcohol-addled brain mulling over her words. Luna had given me Promise — a symbol of her trust and love. And here I was, having given her nothing in return. I hadn’t considered it before, but now, with both Shining and Noctra nudging me, the idea of creating something for her — something personal — started to take shape.

“What would I even give her?” I asked, genuinely puzzled. Luna was… well, she was the Princess of the Night. She had everything. What could I possibly offer that would hold meaning?

Shining grinned like he’d been waiting for this. “It doesn’t have to be huge. Just something that shows you’ve put thought into it. Like... maybe something related to the stars or the moon, since, y’know… that’s her thing.”

Noctra nodded. “A gift tied to the night sky would be fitting. It would show your understanding of what she holds dear.”

I rubbed the back of my neck, thinking. Something related to the stars... Luna had spent countless nights teaching me the constellations, guiding my understanding of the night sky. I could trace the patterns with ease now. Maybe something that captured that?

“What about a clock?” I said aloud, the idea forming slowly. “A moon clock. Something that shows the phases of the moon and the constellations she taught me.”

Shining and Noctra exchanged a look, Shining’s grin widening. “Now that’s a good idea. Thoughtful, personal, and totally up Luna’s alley.”

Noctra’s expression softened into something approving. “She would appreciate the thought behind it. A fitting tribute.”

A swell of pride filled me. A moon clock, with the phases of the moon and the constellations we’d shared so many nights talking about… It was perfect. It would show Luna how much those moments meant to me — how much she meant to me. Maybe I’ll throw in a heartfelt letter? Couldn’t hurt.

Shining, clearly pleased with where the conversation was headed, leaned in again, his drink sloshing in the mug. "And hey, while we’re on the subject of gifts... don’t forget about Celestia."

I blinked at him, the thought of gifting Celestia something hadn’t even crossed my mind. "Celestia? Why would I...?"

"Come on, Seb," Shining said, gesturing wide with a grin. "She’s Luna’s sister. Gotta keep the peace, y'know? Can’t be showering one with gifts and leaving the other high and dry. It’s basic diplomacy!"

Noctra, with a faint smile, added, "Shining Armor does have a point. As Luna’s consort — whether officially or not — offering a token of respect to her sister would show wisdom."

I sighed, rubbing my temples. "Okay, okay, but... what would I even give Celestia?"

Shining’s grin grew wider, clearly having too much fun with this. "Oh, I dunno, how about something that doesn’t melt under the sun?"

I shot him a deadpan look while Noctra shook her head softly. "A gift for Princess Celestia should reflect light, warmth... and perhaps humor. Something that speaks to her nature as the Sun Princess. Something that’s not chocolate."

Reflecting light and warmth... I turned the idea over in my mind, not sure what exactly that meant. Something simple but thoughtful seemed right — nothing too extravagant, but enough to show my respect for her.

Why does this have to be so complicated?

The night dragged on, and as the alcohol kept flowing, the suggestions grew more absurd. Shining threw out ideas ranging from enchanted sun-shaped trinkets to glow-in-the-dark body pillows, each more ridiculous than the last. Noctra, however, offered a few helpful suggestions — small, thoughtful gestures, especially something reflecting Celestia’s fondness for tea, or something that an immortal would appreciate.

Leaning back in my chair, the alcohol buzzed through me, making everything warm and blurry. This was nice. Different from what I was used to, but still nice. The stress of pushing myself, the weight of my failures, all of it felt miles away as I soaked in the atmosphere. The soft glow of the golden lamps bathed the room in a pleasant light, and the melody of the cello in the background eased into my mind. For a moment, I closed my eyes and let the music take me somewhere peaceful.

The combination of music, company, and the warm glow of the evening melded together into a comfortable haze, and I felt like I could stay here forever. But Shining’s hearty laugh eventually pulled me back, and I blinked, trying to shake off the daze.

"Sebastian!" Shining slurred, slapping me on the back hard enough to send me lurching forward. "Time to head back, buddy. Can’t leave the princess waitin', can we?"

I chuckled, finding everything funnier thanks to the alcohol. "Yeah, yeah, I wouldn't want Luna thinking I ran off to join the Solar Guard."

Shining snorted. "As if you could handle our drills."

I was ready to challenge him, claim I could breeze through his drills with ease, but instead, I shot him a mock glare and stood — too fast, apparently, as the room tilted slightly. I gripped the back of my chair and the table, steadying myself as the buzz hit me harder now that I was upright. Noctra, ever composed, rose with her usual grace, though I noticed the faintest flush on her gray cheeks. I envied the balance her four legs granted her.

Maybe I should give polymorphing a try. Four legs might help in moments like this.

"Well, I believe it’s time for me to return to my quarters," Noctra said, her voice maintaining its disciplined tone, though there was a soft slur to her words. "Princess Luna expects me to oversee the new recruits of the Lunar Guard tomorrow night."

"Duty this, duty that," Shining teased, waving a hoof as if brushing the notion aside. "Come on, Noctra, you’re off-duty now. It’s okay to let your mane down a little."

"My mane is down," she replied, dry as ever, though her eyes betrayed a glimmer of amusement as she flicked her tail. "But I do not neglect my responsibilities."

"That’s why you’re gonna be a good captain — neigh! A great captain," I said with a slurred grin, my words beginning to blur. "But yeah, I think we should all head back."

The thought of walking all the way through the halls of Canterlot Castle sounded... exhausting. Then it hit me — like a stroke of inebriated genius — I could just teleport.

"Hey," I declared, raising my hand like I was making some profound statement, filled with the bravado of a man who’d had one too many drinks, "I’ll just teleport back. Simple. Easy."

Shining burst out laughing, his voice booming. "Teleport? In your state? You’d end up on the roof or worse!" He shook his head, still grinning.

I waved him off, the alcohol fueling my overconfidence. "I’ve got this. I’m practically a master of conjuration." I gave a mock bow, wobbling slightly but pretending I was in full control.

Noctra raised a skeptical brow, clearly not convinced. "Sebastian, are you sure? In your... current state, your focus might be... compromised."

"Pssh," I brushed off her concern with a smirk. "I’ve done this a hundred times. Easy as pie."

With that, I closed my eyes and tried to focus on the spell. Or at least, I tried to. My mind was a little hazy, but that was just a minor detail. I could still picture my room in Canterlot Castle — my bed, the desk stacked with notes of spells to add to my spellbook, the view from the balcony.

Easy.

But, as I stood there trying to focus, something else snuck into my thoughts — Luna. I could see her so clearly in my mind: her soft smile, the sound of her laugh, the way she looked at me just before we drifted off to sleep together. And before I knew it, the image of my room faded away, replaced by the image of Luna’s bedchamber: the grand fireplace, the tall windows, the silver and dark tones, the luxurious canopy bed draped in deep blue curtains. I could almost smell the faint scent of lavender that always lingered there.

Before I could stop myself or adjust my focus, the spell activated with a whispered incantation, and the world around me vanished.

The familiar feeling of my feet hitting solid ground returned, but something wasn’t right. I blinked, and I realized I wasn’t in my room at all. I was standing in the middle of Luna’s bedchambers. The deep blue walls surrounded me, the ceiling painted with constellations, and heavy silk curtains framed the bed.

Yep. This was definitely her room.

"Well... this isn’t my room," I muttered, the absurdity of the situation making me grin. The alcohol still swirled in my head, and I let out a soft laugh, knowing Luna was going to love this.

Feeling the sudden weight of exhaustion, I stumbled over to her bed and collapsed onto it with a groan. The cool silk sheets felt incredible against my skin, and I couldn’t resist sinking deeper into the softness of the mattress. Honestly, I much preferred this bed to my own anyway. The most gorgeous mare always shows up when I lay in this one.

Lying there, staring up at the ceiling dotted with stars, I let out a contented sigh. The alcohol buzzed through me, making everything warm and pleasantly fuzzy. Time blurred, slipping away as I melted into the comfort of the bed. Whether it had been a few minutes or an hour, I couldn’t tell — and frankly, I didn’t care. All I knew was that I didn’t want to move anytime soon.

Just as I was starting to drift into sleep, the soft creak of the door opening caught my attention. I blinked, sluggishly turning my head to see Luna stepping into the room. Her dark mane rippled with the shimmer of the night sky, the stars within twinkling faintly. Her expression shifted from surprise to something warmer — amusement, fondness, and just a dash of exasperation.

"Sebastian," she sighed, her voice carrying both affection and a touch of bemusement. "What exactly are you doing here?"

I chuckled, the sound coming out low and lazy, my words slurring together just enough to ensure that no one could doubt my state of inebriation. "Teleportation... mishap," I muttered, waving a hand dismissively in the air. "Was aiming for my room... but I guess I couldn’t stop thinking about you."

Luna raised an eyebrow, a flicker of amusement lighting up her eyes as her lips quirked upward. "Is that so?" she asked, her tone teasing.

"Can’t help it," I grinned up at her. "You’re always on my mind. All the time."

She stepped closer, her hooves making barely a sound on the stone floor as she approached the bed. "I see," she murmured, her voice lilting with a playful edge. "Well, I must say, you certainly have a unique way of making an entrance."

I propped myself up on one elbow, trying and failing to seem more composed. "Just thought I’d skip the walk. You know... make it easier for myself. Your tower has a lot of stairs y’know?"

Luna’s eyes gleamed with humor as she gazed down at me. "And here I was, expecting to see you tomorrow. How fortunate I am for this early visit."

"Very fortunate," I responded smooth at butter, my grin widening some. "Now we can jump straight to the cuddling part."

She laughed softly, shaking her head, but her eyes were warm. "You’re hopeless, you know that?"

"Yeah, but you love it," I shot back, reaching for her hoof and running my thumb gently over the soft fur. That familiar warmth rushed through me, the one that always came when we touched. "Admit it."

Luna looked down at me, her amusement giving way to something softer, deeper. Her gaze lingered on mine for a moment, and the playful teasing between us faded into quiet affection. She leaned down, brushing her lips against mine in a tender kiss. "I do," she whispered.

I smiled, the lingering buzz of alcohol mixing with the warmth of her touch. "Told you."

She chuckled again, pulling away slightly but never leaving my side. "You’ve had quite the night, haven’t you? Perhaps you should rest now."

"Only if you stay," I replied, patting the spot beside me.

Luna sighed, though a smile still lingered in her eyes as she slipped into the bed beside me. She moved gracefully, her presence filling the room like the cool, quiet blanket of night, and when she settled beside me, it felt like slipping into a long-awaited calm. I drew her close, feeling her heartbeat against mine as we lay together, her warmth the perfect antidote to the buzz still swirling in my head.

“You know,” I murmured, letting my fingers trace small, lazy circles on her back, “you’re awfully good at being here just when I need you.”

She hummed softly, arching slightly under my touch. “A skill I take great pride in,” she replied with a smirk. “And it seems I was right in sending you off with Shining and Noctra. I had a feeling it would do you some good to unwind, even if you found your way here in a… less-than-usual manner.”

“I’d say it’s the best idea you’ve ever had.” I tilted my head, letting the words come slow and warm. “Although… you might have to be the one to make sure I’m ‘unwound’ by the end of tonight.”

She chuckled, low and rich, tracing a delicate line across my chest with her hoof. “Is that so? And here I thought I was already accommodating your every need.”

“Oh, you are,” I replied, my voice growing softer, though my fingers continued their leisurely dance along her back. “But maybe you could indulge me a little more?”

Her eyes glinted with amusement as she raised an eyebrow. “Sebastian, it seems the cider has left you quite bold tonight.” Her tone was teasing, though the warmth in her gaze told me she didn’t mind.

“Can you blame me?” I grinned, threading my fingers through her mane. “You make me bold, Luna. You bring out this… I don’t know, reckless part of me. Maybe because you’re the only one I’ve ever really felt this way about.”

Her gaze softened, and she pressed a gentle kiss to my cheek, lingering there. “I do find that terribly endearing.” Her lips brushed against my skin, sending a shiver down my spine, and when she drew back, her eyes held that familiar spark of mischief. “But you are still inebriated, dear Sebastian. Perhaps we’ll save your bolder ambitions for tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow,” I echoed, nodding slowly. “Guess that gives me something to look forward to.”

“Indeed,” she replied, her voice a soft purr as she wrapped her foreleg around me, pulling me closer. “For now, I think I shall enjoy simply having you here.”

I leaned in, brushing my lips against hers in a lingering kiss, savoring the quiet intimacy of the moment. “You know, if this is what ‘rest’ with you feels like, I could get used to needing rest more often.”

She laughed, her eyes shimmering with affection. “Oh, I’m counting on it.”

We lay together in silence for a few moments, the quiet broken only by the soft cadence of her breathing and the distant sound of the city below. I felt my eyelids grow heavy, the night and the drinks finally catching up to me. But even as I drifted, I kept my arm around her, savoring the comfort of her presence.

With one last sleepy smile, I murmured, “You’re incredible, Luna. Don’t know if I tell you that enough.”

Her voice was barely above a whisper as she replied, “And you are more precious to me than the stars, Sebastian.”

As sleep began to pull me under, I couldn’t help but marvel at how lucky I was — how unbelievably fortunate to have her by my side. This wasn’t something I’d ever trade, not for anything.

With that thought, I drifted off, the warmth of her presence lulling me into peaceful sleep filled with dreams of gifts crafted by my own hands.