Destiny of a Lover

The elegant white unicorn looked up at Cynthia. A green and purple cape, adorned with turquoise, sapphires, and amethyst on the collar, fell gently from her neck. This is Rarity.

Standing eye to eye, she spoke. "I do apologize so very much for my husband's indiscretions yesterday! I hope that isn't an indicator of your experiences here in Equestria; in fact, you'll find most ponies are tolerant of all others, with very few exceptions!" With a bright grin, she continued, "So I must ask - why choose to be human again? You will stick out, you know." "That's not my intent; I want to be the best human female I can possibly be - even with my unique... difficulties."

"I must insist on training you in the ways of magic, nevertheless! You had such a very hard time even lifting that lamp; how will you be a productive member of society otherwise?" she asked. "Oh, didn't Midnight-" "King Midnight, if you would, please? He is the King, you know." Rarity broke in. "Ah yes, of course. As I was saying, King Midnight copied a good many spells into my mind yesterday, and I think I can figure out how to summon objects from my home here." "But didn't you want a new start? Don't you want to leave the pain of the old world behind you? Tell me you aren't really going to just freeload your way through life - it's the surest way to make ponies resent you, even here!"

Now Rarity was concerned. Here was being in a new world, who had spoken of new beginnings and leaving a tormented past behind, and she wanted a part of it back?!? Such was not to be condoned!

"Oh, no, no," Cynthia spoke again, "I'll make the most meaningful contributions I can here, in the ways of this place." "Oh; I was worried there! I was thinking I might have to inform my husband, you know." This could be bad. Just ease your way out of this one, Cyn... "Heh, I don't think that will be necessary. But on the subject of the King being your husband... does that not make you a Queen?" Cynthia queried, narrowing her eyes. "Technically, yes. But by Equestrian law, I am a Duchess. For all intents and purposes, I am a Queen however. But call me Rarity," her mouth forming a smile that breathed friendliness and warmth.

Kneeling to the ground, Cynthia there swore her fealty to the fashionista-turned- nobility.

"I thank you for your loyalty, Cynthia. Where will you go now? And how will you support yourself? The Royal Treasury is not so great as some of those on Earth, my husband tells me." "Oh, don't worry 'bout that," Cynthia began, "I believe I have that quite handled." At those words, a pile of yellowish dust gathered on the floor. "Oh! What have you summoned there?" "Gold dust, m'lady. I gathered it from the core of my world's sun. No one shall miss it." Looking on as Rarity carefully picked the gold dust up with her magic then placed it into a bag, Cynthia smiled to herself. Now there are truly no limits. "There will be train tickets for you by the end of the day, if you already know where you want to go - seeing you already seem to know Equestria." Rarity said over her task of bagging all the dust, her eyes radiating delight at the shiny bits of metal in the pile. "Thank you ever so kindly, for your contribution to our royal expenditures! I will issue a personal memorandum to the internal financial officers stating that your taxes are fully paid for, for the weight of gold that you have given us!" she proclaimed.

"Now, Cynthia, where are you planning on going? You know we can't really keep you in this room for long. Plus it's so-" looking around the room as if she had just noticed it, her eyes quickly grew in horror, "SPARTAN! Surely you can't have been happy with this! Oh, I do apologize; you seem to have been given a room unworthy of a royal guest!" She was practically shrieking now. Oh, boy. How do I just get out of here?

Cynthia laid out her plans to go to the outskirts of the Everfree Forest. At this, Rarity's pupils simply dilated to the size of dimes. "Oh no, you simply can't! You've no knowledge of that forest, really! It will be the untimely end of you!" Rarity's penchant for dramatisation was getting old, very fast. "I can take care of myself; thank you so much for your concern though. Survival is one of the few things I doubt is really that different here." Cynthia shrugged as she straightened out her frame, mentally wondering if she did indeed have all it took to survive alone, even for a few days.

By the end of the day, Cynthia had gotten a taste for daisy salads and apple fritters, and was escorted to the train station, with a royal order to put her up in Ponyville's town hall.

"Thank you; thank you all" Cynthia said, trying to look at everyone-everypony assembled to send her off. King Midnight, Princesses Celestia and Luna, Duchesses Applejack, Rarity and Twilight Sparkle. Hugging everypony present, Cynthia boarded the train, thoroughly drilled in how to get to the town hall at Ponyville's centre, armed with a map of the small town, and followed by the smiles of a royal family pleased to welcome a new friend to their Kingdom.

I guess this is my life now... I wonder how every-everyone back home is doing... In spite of all that had gone right since the wild events of the last two days, Cynthia shed tears, not seeing the countryside roll by in the retreating sunset.