Two weeks later, Rose and Moon had saved up enough coins to last a while, and they prepared to leave, the innkeeper giving them a wave and an offer to come back and work anytime.

On this outing, Rose had finally figured out how to get her jeans on, with the delighted help of Moon Herald, and even gotten her tank top fixed enough to wear. Though the garments were a little different than how she remembered them, the button on the jeans having migrated to the back to clasp over her tail, holding the jeans up, and the tank top now built for an equine torso.

She’d given the cotton collared shirt to Moon, who had found it delicious, saving the rest for later after finishing off both arms and the collar. Rose was still a little surprised to learn that moth-ponies could do that and be fine, but in retrospect it made sense, sort of. after all, moths did eat cotton clothes on Earth.

Setting out at sunset, the two lovers trotted along the dirt path, tails entwined.

“So, Moon, where are we headed to now?”

“I’m not too sure, but I was thinking of maybe heading towards a larger city, maybe even the capital. From what I hear, it’s an eternal warm night in the capital, and it’s possible we could even find you some work that you’d really like. You mentioned painting, maybe you could take that up again?”

“Maybe, but I haven’t painted in, well, months! And I don’t even think I’d be able to with these.“

She held up a hoof, missing her thumbs and fingers.

“Ah, oh well... The only things I excelled at were math, history, and military science, nothing good for colts to learn.”

“You know, the fact that those skills aren’t useful here still baffles me. I mean, seriously, do you know how many girls would kill for a guy like you back home?”

“Why would they? All a colt is supposed to need to know are things like cooking, knitting, sewing, maybe take up math to help with the finances, but nothing particularly strenuous. Unless he’s a pegasus, then he ends up a scout or an officer in their little militaries.”

“Because back home we’re all equ- actually, men still rule more slightly, but for the most part it is equal between girls and guys. Both genders cooperate together.”

“Wow, that sounds a bit like the Diamond Dogs, except they’re not usually very intelligent.”

“Diamond Dogs? Are those the same ones I’m thinking of?”

“Tall? Almost bipedal? Shaped vaguely like gorillas with very ugly mothers? Tend to dig around and foalnap ponies to pull carts because they’re too lazy?”

“Gather a bunch of gemstones?”

“Yeah. They’re a dangerous nuisance, but they’re also diurnal, so it’s good to travel at night.”

“So, if they’re the Diamond Dogs that I think I’m thinking then... No. Way.”

Rose looked down at her hoofs then at Moon. Her gaze then went to her flank where her tattoo was plastered on both sides, rather than on her right arm where she got it. Why hadn’t she realized it before? It was so obvious!

Moon looked to her, his dappled face shining softly in the glow of the moonlight.

“Is something the matter?”

Rose opened her mouth to speak but hesitated.

He’d think I’m crazy if i told him I knew this place from a TV show. Hell, he doesn’t even know what a TV is! But still... Best not to scare him.

“Yeah, everything’s fine, I just, uh- remembered something, that’s all.”

“Oh, alright.”

“Anyways, so how long until we hit the next town?”

“Idunno. Still, it’s pretty quiet out here, and peaceful. And best of all? I get to share it with you.”

“Aw, Moon, you’re such a dork.”

He chuckled unsurely, obviously having no idea what that meant.

They walked along in the moonlight, Rose shouldering most of the load, as she had found herself to be almost ridiculously strong. Eventually, the two of them came across a fork in the road. One direction pointed towards a forest, and was labeled in some unintelligible gibberish, and the other pointing towards some mountains not too far away, that sign also in gibberish.

“Well, we can go left towards Ochre Forest, or right to get to Funeral Mountain.”

Moon seemed to read off the signs just fine, puzzling Rose slightly.

“I just realized something else, I can’t read anything.”

“That’s alright, not everypony can. So which road should we take?”

“Seriously? Huh, figured everypony did since, well, it’s kinda a good skill to have, but I guess not everyone can afford an education.”

“It is rather expensive to get an education past basic reading and math, unless you live in the Imperium Sol, then it’s relatively easy.”

“I suppose, but not being able to read is kinda bugging me, makes me feel, I don’t know, stupid. Think you can teach me?”

“Sure! But we should probably wait until we’ve found somewhere to settle down for a while.”

“Yeah, yeah, alright. Hmmm... I say we go to the forest, easier to find food there.”

Moon nodded with a smile, and the two began walking down the dirt path towards the forest. Upon reaching it, the strong smell of a pine forest filled their nostrils, a clean scent, free of pollution. Stepping in, however, soon proved difficult, as the light quickly diminished.

As dark as it was, the only thing that Rose could see was the twin circles of Moon’s eyes, glowing in the shadows.

“R-Rose? You’re still there, right?”

“Yeah, I’m here. Can you see anything?”

“N-no, not really- wait, I think I can see a light!”

“Where? I don’t see it! wait- Moon? Where are you?”

She catches sight of the twin discs of light a short distance away.

“S-sorry! It’s this way. Come over here, w-we can hold tails, and I’ll lead you.”

Rose quickly followed the colt’s voice, hooking their tails, Moon leading the way. The two of them stumbled in the dark towards the light that the moth-pony saw, until Rose could see it, too. It looked like a glowing green orb, like the light from a unicorn’s horn.

“I can’t tell what that is... is it a horn? Moon?”

“I- I’m not sure. B-but... it’s really pretty...”

His voice trailed off, and Rose would’ve thought he had disappeared if her tail wasn’t still wrapped with his. Another light faded into view in Rose’s vision. This one was a soft, soothing blue.

“Hey look, another one!”

Moon didn’t respond, merely kept walking forward. A third light flickered into existence, this one red, then another, in a different shade of green. Each of them floated at different heights, and bobbed slightly.

Rose opened her mouth to comment on the lights and how they remind her of Christmas but was cut off my Moon’s pulling of her tail, leading them towards the array of lights.

Another light flickered into view, this one white, followed by one in purple, one in blue... they just kept appearing, one after the other. Soon, Rose saw that they were entirely surrounded, along with something even more worrying:

The lights had stopped getting closer as they walked.

“Moon... I think we should head back.”

Rose waited for a moment, a bit concerned when he didn’t respond, only the constant tug of his tail in hers letting her know he was even there. Before she could ask anything further, she felt a soft, tingling sensation dance up the back of her neck.

With a start, she turned, almost stumbling again as she did, to see a glowing orb of orange light hovering over her.

“Moon! I think we should really get out of here!”

She tugged on his tail, trying to get his attention with no luck.

“S- so beauti-ful... so... b- so...”

His voice was vague, like he was talking in his sleep.

“Okay, if you won’t listen to me then I guess I’ll have to go to plan B.”

Feeling around with her hoof she grabbed his face a shook it, screaming.

“Snap out of it!”

The shaking must’ve done something, as the colt’s eyes lit up, and she could see his face in the dim light of the orb behind her. As if on cue, every one of the lights surrounding her and him winked out at once, plunging them back into total darkness.

“Moon, can you see anything?”

“N-no? W-what happened? I- How did it get this dark? I thought I saw something in the dark... then... then you’re yelling at me!”

“Just shut up and get us out of here! This place is giving me the creeps...”

“I- I don’t know which way is out! I can’t see the trees, I can’t see the moon, I can’t see anything!”

As he spoke, a soft thud caught Rose’s attention. Another, slightly louder, was heard a moment after.

“Shhh! Did you hear that?”

Rose’s brows creased as she lowered her head, trying to listen for the sound again.

“N-no? Hear wha-”

An audible crash, accompanied by a sound like a fire starting, echoed through the woods, silencing the buck.

A ring of baleful green orbs, like flaming orbs of green light, appeared around them, just barely lighting up their location. Rose could just barely see Moon in the gloom of night and the pitiful lighting.

“We don’t have time to decide which way is the right one! Just pick! Hurry!”

All chances of deciding a direction were rendered moot by a massive sphere of glowing light, a trail of noxious green tendrils of fire dragging behind. The orb had light up suddenly, and showed that the pair were in a large stand of trees. As they stared in shock and terror for a moment, the orb slowly unravelled a tentacle of light towards them, the tendril passing through a tree with an evil hiss in the process. With a thud and a crash, the tree began falling, a shiningly smooth stump remaining in the ground.

“I think I know which direction not to run in!”

“Well don’t think about it! Just run!”

The two ponies began scurrying away in the half-lit gloom, the smaller balls of light keeping pace. The massive sphere of doom chased the two, burning away trees and small hills as it drew ever closer.

“Quick! this way!”

Rose headed towards an opening to the right that the creature behind them had made in its demolition, her breath heavy as she sprinted, not daring to look back. As the ring of lights followed their every movement, the orb shifted direction without pause, eating away the ground and the ancient trees all around, greenish flames marking its path through the forest.

With Moon Herald flagging and gasping for air, Rose slowed slightly, got behind him, and then flipped him onto her back. Not stopping for a moment, she sped onwards.

The acidic hissing and the fire-like crackle of the oncoming kill ball didn’t let them stop or slow, even as Rose’s own breath began coming only in laboured gasps, her lungs and legs burning from the exertion.

“Oh... thank... God!”

A faint sliver of moonlight was ahead, and that vague hope rekindled the fire in her heart, spurring her to redouble her efforts.

That hope soured into despair, however, as she saw why the light began there... A cliff, part of a large gash in the earth from eons previous, lay ahead, a likely unsurvivable drop beyond it.

Having nowhere else to run, Rose simply closed her eyes, hoping that maybe Moon would be able to fly away, possibly even carry her to the bottom, however far it was.

“Moon! I... need you... to fly!”

“B-but I can’t carry you! I’m not strong enough!”

“Just... do it!”

“Not gonna!”

A faint flicker of orangey-red light peeked around the edge of the canyon cliff, and Rose shut her eyes tightly, there was no time to argue, and likely no time to say good-bye. Eyes shut in anticipation, her charge carried her over the edge of the cliff...

...

A faint thudding caught Rose’s attention as she continued running. Opening her eyes, she found herself over the gorge, a fiery bridge of orange light under her hooves and phasing into existence before her, fading out behind her.

She only let out huffs of disbelief, trying to process exactly what was going on. But she knew that the surface underneath her was magic. who it belonged to, was beyond her, but it didn’t matter, she simply kept running, not trying to look back.

The fiery trail of light slowly began a gentle curve to one side, sloping down into the gorge in a wide arc. The green light monster from before was nowhere to be seen as she descended into the moonlight chasm.

Below her was a bright, cheery fire, large in size and a magnificent orange and red.

Following the trail down she began to scope around, hoping to find the pony who saved herself and Moon from utter destruction. At the end of the trail she collapsed at the base of the fire, letting out heavy breaths, Moon still atop her.

A heavy, metallic voice, with a feminine ring to it, spoke out from the other side of the fire.

“Deeply sorry, I had to find a place the will-o-wisps wouldn’t go.”

“W-will-o-what...?”

The soft, loamy soil at the bottom of the chasm was coated in a layer of cool moss, and dotted with small bushes. All in all, it felt really nice to just lay there, Rose thought. She was still trying to catch her breath, then realized Moon’s weight atop of her. She groaned.

“Hey! Get off!”

Moon scrambled to get off of her, sliding off to one side of her. She looked up to glare at him, until she saw a long, melted-looking gash along his back, just barely missing his left wing. It was accompanied by a vicious mark along one of his forelegs, the flesh and fur looking like it had been scoured from his muscles by bleach and copper-wire brushes.

“Oh my god! Moon!”

She put a hoof over his wing to get a better look, pulling the skin slightly to get a better look.

“Don’t move okay? You’re hurt...”

The buck winced and hissed in pain, the wound glowing a faint green for a moment, before the glow faded.

“I- It almost got you... so I tried to hit it away. Th-the second time, I just got in the way of it.”

“Wait- got in the way? Moon did you...? I-I’m so sorry. I’ll get you fixed up, I promise.”

The buck just tucked his injured foreleg in, holding it against his chest. The other voice, the one with the vaguely metallic ring to it, spoke up, again, sounding out from beyond the fire.

“I can help with that. Will-o-wisp and Ghast burns are similar, and I’ve had to treat both in my time. It’d be best to do so quickly, before it gets worse.”

The fire crackled and began to fade, a thick cloud of smoke erupting from it. Rose turned to where the voice came from, not knowing what much else to do besides let the stranger fix him.

“Just hurry... please.”

There was a knot in her throat, and she couldn’t help but feel useless. Moon got hurt because of her- her stupid decision to go through the forest.

In response, the fire stood up, a mare wreathed in blazing flames and featuring two large, chocolate-brown eyes seeming almost out of place in her color scheme of brilliant oranges and shining reds, as the fires surrounding the blazing pony. Six long, stone-like rods, each glowing cherry red or bright orange from the intensity of the heat, began to orbit the mare, three in one orbit, and the other three circling the base of her tail.

Rose just stared in awe at the mare, admiring the entirety of her. She was just so beautiful. Athletic too, her muscles sculpting to her body well, not completely masculine but very strong and empowering to her image. The mare strode confidently over to the injured Moon Herald, his face lit up with either terror or admiration, Rose couldn’t tell.

“Now hold still, colt, this will hurt, very much, but it will prevent it from getting worse, alright?”

The mare’s voice, in spite of the metallic tinge to it, was smooth and comforting, like something a nurse or psychiatrist would be expected to have. The buck’s ears were flat against his head, but he nodded slowly, reaching his uninjured hoof to Rose as one of the glowingly hot rods drifted close to the wound on his back.

Rose took Moon’s hoof and held it, knowing the pain he was about to endure. Back on earth, she was very familiar with burns due to her past job as a frycook, though she only knew of the pain for a moment or two, she cringed at the thought of enduring what Moon was about to.

The blazing cylinder of stone pressed its length against the twisted, marred flesh of Moon’s back, drawing a scream from him as the flesh boiled away, the skin and fur nearby blackening to a crisp and blood crackling in the gouge, the rod making quick, surgical passes to get it all.

“Just hold on, okay Moon?”

Her voice cracked, the knot in her throat pulling itself tighter.

The glowing shafts of stone pressed against Moon’s back one more time, and a chunk of blackened, charred meat sticks to one as it pulls away, drawing another hoarse scream from the buck, before he passed out entirely, head falling into Rose’s lap.

“That’s enough!”

Her eyes began to tear up and she forced herself to look away. The flaming mare turned to Rose, the six fiery satellites orbiting the mare’s head.

“I am sorry to cause him so much pain, but it must be done. If the afflicted flesh is not burned out, it will consume him... entirely.”

“Wh-what do you mean? Is he going to- no!”

She grabbed the colt’s face and began to scream at him, her knot tugging at her.

“You better not die on me damn it! If you do I swear I’ll kill you! You hear me!”

A pair of the stone rods descended once more, their burningly hot tips burning and tearing away the melted, diseased flesh, which was already turning green. The colt barely twitched at the contact, barely moving in response. Rose squeezed his hoof, though he was unconscious, she still needed to let him know she was there with him.

Finally, after what seemed like hours of torment, the job was done. Rose lay, sobbing, against the wall of the canyon, cradling the still-unconscious colt’s head in her arms and holding him to her, the orange mare’s flames having died down, the stone rods turned to mere stone orbiting her head and tail, the only parts of her still alight.

Rose only stared at his face, brushing his hair back with her hoof.

“It’s all done, okay? Now wake up, please.”

The colt continued to remain blacked out, his breathing shallow. The fire-colored mare placed a hoof on Rose’s shoulder.

“You must give him time to rest, and recover, or he won’t be able to do either. I can see in your eyes and actions you care for him, but the best you can do is leave him be.”

Rose looked up at the mare, then back down at Moon, knowing she was right.

“I-I know.”

She placed his head down atop the rolled up tent, using it as a pillow, before giving him a kiss on the cheek and brushing a strand of hair back. She sniffed and turned away, dragging her feet as she walked away from him, sitting down a few yards away.

The fiery mare sat down next to her, sharing the silence with her for while. The two simply watched the stars above for an hour, Rose crying softly.

“He’s done so much for me... And all I ever seem to do is hurt him.”

She bites her bottom lip, trying to keep in her tears.

“I’m no better than I was when I was home.”

The fiery mare beside her leans over, providing a warm shoulder to lean on, the fire from her mane and tail oddly not burning.

“And yet, you care enough for him to entrust his life to someone on the hope that they can help him. And he trusts you to find a way to help him, and reaches for you when he’s frightened.”

“But look what I’ve gotten him into, I’ve got him almost killed numerous times and he still- I just- I don’t know. Sometimes I just think it would have been better if he never saved me that night...”

The fire-maned mare sighs.

“Perhaps you are lucky, then? I can say right now, that I wish I could be a part of such a... a beautiful relationship. You two trust each other, faults aside. And think to yourself, if you had not been with him, can you say he would be better off?”

A sudden flash to the pegasus soldier she’d seen when they first went into town, or the bar patron who had tried to corner him while she was washing dishes. Both times, she’d had to save him, and it was also unlikely he could have run away fast enough or long enough in the forest, or snapped out of his trance.

“I- I guess you’re right.”

A slight smile curled on her lips as she let out a laugh, wiping away a tear at the thought of what situation he would be in had she never intervened in his life.

“He’d probably be on the pole if it weren’t for me.”

She let out another laugh.

“He’d be the saddest stripper I’d ever seen, probably one of the worst too by the way he acts.”

The mare she leaned up against seemed a little confused by the remark.

“A what now?”

“Nothing.”

Rose just let out another laugh, looking back at the colt with that same smile, imagining him awkwardly trying to strip for a group of mares in an overly glittered thong- most likely a bright pink.

The warmth of the mare next to her was comforting, and she noticed three of the stone cylinders starting to circle her own head as well.

“so, what are those things?”

“Those? They are... well, I suppose the pony term is ‘servitors’, but they are a part of me, like the horn of a unicorn or the wings of a pegasus.”

“So, you’re a magic type, right?”

“A magic- I- I suppose so. I practice magic, yes, in spite of what most of my kind believe is right. I seek to help others, when I can, but most ponies are scared of a mare that is alive with the flames.”

Rose looked over the pony, getting a better look at her flame tipped mane. The base hair color was actually a bright blue- like the base of a very hot flame. The actual fire seemed to be only starting from about an inch up, and burned smoothly, like the flame from a Zippo lighter. The entire thing was warm, and radiated warmth softly.

“I think it’s kinda cool. As a matter of fact...”

Rose got up and gathered a few branches, putting them in a pile before returning back to the mare with a single twig, holding it over her mane. Slowly, the end of the twig began to smolder, and the mare looked at it with a critical eye. Without a single expression change, the flaming mane burned higher and brighter for a moment, a tiny flame engulfing the end of the twig.

To Rose’s surprise, the little fire grew four small legs, moulding itself into the shape of an inch-high pony. It scrambled across the twig, and took a bite out of the wood.

Rose automatically dropped the twig in surprise, not expecting the flame to literally come alive.

“Woah!”

Rose leaned down and watched the flame in curiosity, dumbfounded by the magical act. The tiny flame pony rolled off of the twig, dwindling rapidly as it looked about frantically for some wood.

Rose quickly looked around for another twig, grabbing a new one from the branch pile and bringing it back to the flame, dropping her head slightly for it to reach the new wood. Unfortunately, the little flame faded away before it could reach the wood, reaching desperately for it as it flickered and went out with a small pop.

“I truly did mean what I said. Fire is alive, even more so when it acts through one of my kind.”

The fire-maned mare looked at Rose, her chocolate-brown eyes drawing in Rose’s gaze. She blinked a few times, gawking almost, before shaking her head slightly, realizing she never asked for her name.

“I never got your name.”

“And I never got yours.”

The flaming mare smirked playfully. Rose reflected the same smirk, paired with a light humph.

“Rose.”

“I am called Pyrelight, and it is an honor and a pleasure to meet you, Rose.”

“So, you think you can do that trick again?”

Rose picked up a twig in her mouth and nudged it to the mare with a smile. Pyrelight smiled, and nodded. Rose’s stick was lit, and a single, tiny pony made of flames was transferred to the wood pile.

It sat there, happily devouring the wood and growing larger and brighter. It finally stopped, almost a half hour later, when it was about a foot taller than Rose, a healthy looking buck of living flame. By that time, Rose had dragged most of a tree over, which he had gleefully gnawed on for a while.

“That’s... Just amazing.”

He yawned sleepily, and curled up in the fire pit, the sticks and pieces of wood in his belly burning slowly away as Rose watched, snuggled close to Pyrelight for warmth.

“How can others be scared of you when you can do something so amazing? I mean- I’d kill to be a pegasus or a unicorn than a regular ol pony. I mean, think of how much more useful it’d be to use magic like that or to fly?”

“And if you had been, do you think you would have escaped the mother wisp that chased you? And I hope you are jesting when you say you would kill for that chance- many have tried just that.”

“I’m not sure to be honest, but, it definitely would have helped, I’ll tell you that. And don’t worry, it’s just a figure of speech. Although...”

Rose put a hoof to her chin in thought for a few moments before laughing at her joke.

“It never ended well. And for all my magic, and the powers of my race, even I could not have dueled the mother wisp with magical prowess. Be confident in your abilities, earth pony Rose, they are more numerous than I think you realize. A smart, beautiful mare like yourself should not doubt herself so.”

“Eh, I guess you’re right. But still, don’t you ever wonder what it would be like to be, you know, someone else?”

Rose looked back at the flame, thinking about her own question and then to her time back home.

“I was chased from my home by my own family, for the awful crime of shielding a pony child from their assault. All the child had done was wander onto their land to follow a wayward toy. I have long wondered if I would be the same mare today if I had been different, and I know I would not. Rose, if you were someone else, then you would not be you.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. That’s just- awful. But you can’t blame yourself for trying to protect the kid, I mean- I would have done the same thing. But as for not being me if I wasn’t me, well, I guess you’re right. If I wasn’t me then who would I be?”

Pyrelight smiles in response, her brown eyes twinkling. She leaned forward and nuzzled Rose on the cheek.

“A question truly unanswerable, because if you were someone else, then you would be them, and they would be you.”

Rose thought about the mare’s response for a moment then let out a laugh, the entirety of the conversation starting to sound like one she had long ago with her brother, at the time he was hooked on drugs. She then realized that the flaming mare was alone, no herd or friends to help her.

“So you’re all alone out here?”

“I have lived here for several years now, and yes, I am alone. I occasionally travel into town, using magic to conceal my form, if I must buy things I cannot make on my own. I miss being able to speak with others, but I speak little, in case my voice disrupts the illusion.”

The fiery pony heaved a sigh, looking down at her hooves.

“So, you don’t have a single friend out here? Nothing? That’s just so... sad.”

“As I said, I have not previously met a pony who did not find my form and powers frightening.”

“Well, I don’t find you scary. And besides! You saved me and Moon back there! So you’re the complete opposite of scary to me!”

“I am unsure of what the ‘opposite of scary’ is, but thank you.”

She looked up at Rose, smiling. Rose smiled back. She was so sweet, and beautiful, it was strange really. Looking at her made her feel so... warm. Maybe she could tag along?

Though the tent wasn’t big enough for the three of them, having her around would mean they could earn more bits for food and a bigger tent later on. Plus Rose was getting a bit tired of having to be the backbone and do everything herself, Moon too useless by society standards to do much other than prostitute himself around.

“Well, me and Moon are on our way to the next village, and that bastard in the forest made us lose all our food so... wanna tag along?.”

Pyrelight looked up at Rose, eyes wide with wonder.

“You- you would accept me into your herd?”

“We owe you for saving our asses back there. And besides, it’s about time we had another girl in the group, Moon over there isn’t very good at anything so I need a little help with the funds and such. Sound good?”

Pyrelight bowed deeply.

“I would be honored, Rose, to join your herd.”

“Then it’s a deal. And if anyone gives you any grief, I’ll deal with them, got it?”

Rose gave the mare a nod and smile, holding out her hoof for Pyrelight to take. Pyrelight takes it, kissing her lightly just above the edge of Rose’s shoe. The green pony cocked a brow at the gesture but let it slide, knowing how awkward it would be to point out how weird it was, at least to her anyways.

“Well, now that that’s established, I say we hit the hay and travel in the morning when Moon wakes up. He won’t like it, but it’s not like we have much of a choice.”

Rose got up from her spot and went over to the colt, dragging him to where the fire was sleeping. She then began to set up the tent, when it was fully together she dragged Moon inside, tucking a blanket over him to keep him comfortable.

“Lets get some sleep, okay?”

“As you say, Rose. Shall we sleep together? I know how easy it is for other races to catch cold.”

“Well, Moon does have one of the only blankets so I suppose we could share mine. Plus I’m sure you’ll be warm enough for the both of us.”

Rose let out a laugh and laid on the ground, putting half the blanket atop her, the other half open for Pyrelight. the warm fire-pony snuggled in close, setting her hooves around Rose to hold her close, the warm, fluffy embrace incredibly comforting.

Rose smiled at the gesture, feeling like a child again at a sleepover.

“Night.”

“Goodnight, Rose.”

Author's Note

So, there we have it: Rose finally gets a second companion! I know you've all been wondering who and what they would be, and now you know. The first person to guess what the Blaze-Pony is based on that I haven't told already, will get a special surprise from me.

Anyhow, as usual send me a PM or leave a comment if you see something that is broken or in need of improvements.