The Twilight Prince: Omakes

"Rarity, I'm sorry to say this. But I'm cancelling your exhibition."

'What, but I have prepared for this for weeks. I even have this wonderful fabric imported from the Crystal Empire that I know the yaks will love."

"I know Rarity. And I know you're the Element of Generosity. But I do not believe in rewarding bad behavior with gifts."

"Then what will I do with the fabric?"

"Rarity, you're a seamstress, do what you normally do with fabric." Twilight grimaced, "Also, I'm going to need you to stay away from the yaks."

"What? Why? Don't you trust me?"

"Of course I trust you, but I don't trust them. I refuse to bury one of my first friends because a barbarian brute gets angry that the sky isn't 'genuine Yakyakistan sky' or some nonsense like that."

Rarity's eyes widened, "You don't think they'd do something like that do you?"

"Honestly, I don't know what they'd do. It's possible this is all an act to extract concessions from Equestria. But ..." Twilight grimaced, "... we Twilights are ponies born for violence, we know just how easy it is to go from breaking something to breaking somepony. Especially when a yak is so much bigger and stronger than a mortal pony. The guards assigned to the yak delegation have already been preauthorized for lethal force if they feel that it's necessary to protect one of my subject's lives, but I am not willing to put any of my friends in harm's way."