All Things Go

Twilight wasn’t sure that she really needed wings, but she had faith that the Princess chose her for a reason. She was less sure of the strength of those wings, and of her ability to operate them for an extended period of time. She had read up on pegasi while Rainbow Dash was at Wonderbolt training, and the formulas for compensating for wind speed and aerodynamics had been permanently etched into her mind through repetition. But as with so many other things, the frustrating maxim was once again true: reading was one thing, doing it was something else entirely.

Twilight landed back in the castle courtyard, a little unsteady, but careful not to tread too much on the hems of her coronation gown. Rainbow Dash was the first to welcome her back.

“You’re really getting it down, Twilight! Still a little shaky on your takeoffs and landings, but that just comes with time.”

“Thanks for the compliment, Rainbow, but I feel like I’m really struggling up there. I always read that when that flying instinct kicks in, you don’t feel your weight.” She shook her head and sighed. “And I feel like I’m carrying a sack of potatoes.”

“This is only your first day flying, darling. Don’t be so hard on yourself.” Rarity placed a hoof on Twilight’s back. She gave her friend’s withers a reassuring rub, as Rainbow chimed in again.

“Also, you’re a lot heavier than a pegasus!”

There was a chorus of gasps. Applejack turned and glared at the pegasus. “What the hay are you getting at, Rainbow?”

For a moment, Rainbow could only stare slack-jawed at everypony’s horrified expression. When it dawned on her, she immediately held up her hooves in a defensive gesture. “No, that’s not what I meant! I mean that pegasi and unicorns have different types of bones!”

“Oh!” exclaimed Twilight, suddenly remembering her anatomy books. “Pegasi bones are less compact than unicorns or earth ponies. Their bones are actually a little bit hollow, like birds.”

Pinkie Pie gasped, and stuck her muzzle into the middle of the conversation. “That’s why Mrs. Cake says she’s big-boned!”

The awkward silence that followed was broken by a soft, yet authoritative voice. “Princess Twilight Sparkle,” called Celestia, Ruler of the Day. Twilight excused herself from her friends and went over towards where the Princess was standing, next to her sister Luna. “I hope you are enjoying your new abilities.”

“Oh, yes, Princess,” Twilight said with a nod. “It’s taking me a little bit of time to get used to flying, but I’m sure that will come with practice.”

Both sisters returned the nod. “It has been centuries since I first stretched my wings, but like most things, it will come in time. Speaking of time, how much do you have?”

“Princess?”

Celestia chuckled. “I’m sorry. I meant, how long do you need before you move back into the castle?”

Twilight cocked her head. “With all due respect, Princess, I was under the impression that I would remain in my current home. I would remain in Ponyville.” She was suddenly anxious, fearful that she was to be ultimately uprooted from the quaint little library, and was expected to move back into her room at Canterlot Castle. It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy being that close to the Princess, but the prospect that she would suddenly find herself so far removed from her friends left her uncomfortable.

Thankfully, Princess Celestia would assuage her fears. “And it shall remain your home. But I would like you to come stay for a few days, so that we might better discuss the responsibilities that come with being a Princess. I’m afraid it’s not quite simple enough for a discussion over tea. I was merely asking how soon you would be ready to visit again.”

“Oh!” exclaimed Twilight, a smile spreading on her face. “I can be ready tomorrow if you really want me to be!”

Celestia laughed again, and Twilight was pretty sure she saw Princess Luna roll her eyes. “That’s a little early, even for me,” said Celestia, herself known within castle walls for being something of a procrastinator. “I would suggest that you come see me again in a week. How does that sound?”

“That sounds perfect!” exclaimed Twilight, catching herself off guard with her own excitement. She quickly composed herself. “Will I be shadowing you the whole time?”

Celestia shook her head. “Your time will be divided between myself, Luna, and Princess Cadence.”

Upon hearing her name, Princess Cadence broke from the conversation she was having with Twilight’s friends and joined the group. “Yes, your highness?”

“I was just telling Twilight about her upcoming lessons. Perhaps you could tell her more. Compared to ours, your lessons were not so long ago.”

“I still remember them quite well,” said Cadence before turning to address Twilight. “Don’t worry about being prepared. I managed to soak in everything they asked of me, and I’ve never had your head for facts.” At this, Twilight blushed, which elicited a chuckle from Cadence. “Besides,” she continued, “you’ll have good teachers. Many of them you might recognize from your school days.”

“Less than I had originally planned,” added Celestia. “The Counselor, Ears, has taken a sabbatical, in Shearcago.”

“Good,” Shining Armor snorted, returning from issuing some orders to the Palace Guard. He took his place between his mate and his little sister, who rebuked him.

“Shining Armor!”

He gave his head a shake and sighed like someone who was growing weary of their sibling’s naivete. “I don’t trust Ears. Never have.”

“He has never been anything but supportive of me. His highest priority was my future, and you have absolutely no basis for your distrust of him.”

“Twily,” began Shining.

“Don’t patronize me!”

The stallion straightened his posture and frowned. “Twilight, with all due respect, if I wasn’t good at reading the motivations behind strange ponies, I wouldn’t be Captain of the Guard.”

Twilight wanted to say something, to defend the honor of her old counselor, but Shining had bested her. He did have a talent for picking out suspicious behavior, and his hunches were rarely wrong. The idea of there being something wrong with Ears: it didn’t sit well with her. She sat back on her haunches and sighed, feeling defeated.

Even as Celestia lowered the sun, Shining Armor’s words weighed on Twilight’s mind. Her friends had already said their goodbyes that evening, and had caught the earlier train back to Ponyville. They had attempted to convince Twilight to go with them, but she hung back, telling them that there were still things she needed to see to before returning to the library.

She galloped through the halls of the Celestial Palace until she came across the Princess herself, on her way to bed. Celestia brought the tip of her wing to her muzzle, trying to suppress a yawn, but ultimately failing. She smacked her lips a few times and gave Twilight a tired smile. “Yes, Princess Twilight?”

The title still sounded alien to her, and if there had been any other ponies around, Twilight would have assumed that Celestia was speaking to someone else with a similar name. “I-” she froze up, unsure as to what was appropriate.

“You?” answered Celestia, smirking a little. The wry response was just enough to break the tension that silenced Twilight.

“I have been wondering about what my brother said today.”

“About Ears, you mean?”

“He’s smart, you know.”

“Who? Your brother or Ears?” asked Celestia.

“Both, I guess,” Twilight said with a nod of the head. “I’m just not sure who to believe.”

“A counselor hardly bears the same weight as a family member. Even a great one.”

“Why did he leave?” asked Twilight, her voice a more forceful.

“All he said was that he believed a sabbatical might do him some good. Then he grabbed the train to Shearcago. He said it as if he just needed a vacation.” At this, the princess’s voice dipped into a lower register, applying an added hint of seriousness. “There was something in his eyes, though.”

“His eyes?”

“I am not exactly sure what your brother sees, but I can tell you what I see. Ears is a very troubled pony, and when he spoke to me, he was even more so.”

“I want to see him,” said Twilight.

Celestia responded with a subtle raise of her brow.

“I need to talk to him again. I need to understand what my brother sees.”

“Are you sure that you are ready for this? You may not like what you discover.”

Twilight shook her head. “This is something I have to do. Do I have your permission, Princess?”

Celestia smiled. “You don’t have to ask permission from me, fellow Princess.”

And as Twilight boarded the last train of the day, she thought of a poem she had once come across: “He said he’s going back to find/ what’s left of his world/ the world he left behind/ not so long ago.” Those words seemed to swirl together with Shining’s concerns, and she couldn’t help but wonder if there was a connection between Ears’ departure and the internal struggle that seemed to be apparent to everypony but her.

The train was mostly empty, and Twilight had her choice of seats. She took up her seat in the middle of the car, and leaned her head against the cool glass of the window. The conductor shouted “All aboard!” moments before the train whistle blew. The loud rumbling rhythm of the wheels beneath the car started, slowly at first, but eventually building to such a rapid beat that it blurred into one deep, persistent hum.

Twilight glanced out the window. The bright lights of Canterlot, intensified for the coronation, retreated into the distance. With each mile, more lights disappeared into the darkness of the night, until there was nothing left but Twilight’s reflection in the glass. Her tired purple irises looked back at her, black as midnight.

She felt herself nod, pulled her head back up, but she started to nod again. This pattern continued for almost a minute before she was unable to keep up the struggle. Her head drooped, her eyes closed, and Twilight fell into a deep sleep, still speeding through Equestria.

“Princess?” The voice seemed far away as Twilight halfway opened her eyes before closing them again. “Princess?” the voice pleaded, a little louder. Twilight’s forced herself awake, immediately discovering that the train car was completely empty of passengers. The only pony left was the conductor who was daintily trying to stir her from her sleep. This time of the night, he usually just told stragglers to “get the buck off his train”, but he had been particularly nervous about disturbing a newly crowned Princess. He sighed with relief as Twilight awoke on her own and walked out into Shearcago’s night.

One of the biggest complaints from Manehattanites was that they couldn’t see the stars at night. Their sky was blurred by the streetlights that dotted every boulevard and avenue. But while Manehattan glowed a soft yellow, Shearcago flashed neon. Occasionally, there would be a glimpse of stars when the timing between the signs for bars and nightclubs aligned perfectly, but mostly the sky disappeared behind bright oranges, green, and yellows.

Shearcago and Manehattan were often compared, but aside from their size, they couldn’t have been more different. In contrast to the open, widespread area of Manehattan, Shearcago was huddled in the shadow of the mountain, much of it carved into its very depths. This meant that portions of the city spent most of the day in darkness, and this darkness was reflected in the faces of the ponies who filled it. Even now, several ponies had stopped to shoot her suspicious looks. Twilight may have left her gown back in Canterlot, but she was still an alicorn, which drew its fair share of attention.

She smiled nervously at the small crowd and waved. A dark brown unicorn grunted unintelligibly and walked away. The rest of the onlookers seemed to follow his example. Twilight exhaled with relief. Using her magic, she fished out a scrap of paper from her saddlebag. She looked up from the address several times, trying to orient herself, and then started walking.