Pariah

"Spike, take a letter."

Dear Princess Celestia,

We are currently making way toward Ponyville. Still no findings on the history of unicorns or alicorns. I hope your studies might contain some epiphanies, as all my hope has been swiftly dissolving. Godspeed.

Your student and colleague,

Twilight Sparkle

"It's a bit brusque, don't you think?" asked a juvenile dragon, clutching an unimpressive paper and a slender quill with a likewise lightsome grip. Gazing upward at a remarkably steep incline, he addressed the unicorn that lay in his wake.

"I'm not in the mood to be verbose," was the response, curtness dribbling from the unicorn's lips, "Getting exiled does that to you."

"Right." The previous dubiousness had been suffocated by an abrupt meekness; he hadn't intended his comment as an aspersion. After being imparted a gesticulation of continuance, he belched a stream of flames unto the note, causing it to disappear.

The seemingly estranged pair strolled along a mundane road besieged by plain plains, stretching on for some unquantifiable distance. Their pace was that of a promenade, but this trip was far from a lark. Nomadic though they were, they were yet again ostracized from a contingent dwelling, and were thus made to moving on to greener pastures.

Twilight Sparkle wore a visage of sincere penitence and amended with: "I'm sorry--I didn't mean to be so cross. I've been so scrupulous and cautionary, so painstakingly meticulous in even the most minute of details, and fate still contrives methods of ripping everything salutary away from me. Just frustrates me, is all."

"No, I understand. I mean, I've been with you every step along the way." Some reconciliation had been met; a new absolving aplomb manifested through the dragon's preceding limpness.

"Well, not every, but I'm glad someone is of the mind to comprehend the anguish. Commiseration is such a novelty when you're met with such assiduous resentment day in and day out. Ponies can be so exceptionally discriminatory. "

"I'm aware." There was a glint of sardonicism lining the words, measuredly slicing the unicorn's hubris of bitterness.

"No need to be fresh, Spike." A pensive hoof met a pondering snout thrice in a tap, laying way for: "Though, I do suppose I have the propensity to ramble about very similar subjects."

"Ramble's a bit of an understatement, if you ask me." Similar sardonicism debuted once more, blazoning an overture of a snide underhandedness. Though his tone had disavowed his intended surreptitiousness, as he seemed prone to do.

"Hush yourself. If I were not so fettered to lassitude, I'd ensure you become erudite in obedience."

"You wouldn't." Equipping a guileless smirk, the dragon fervidly fluttered his eyelids.

"As much of a nuisance as you can be, you do know me too well." She relinquished a somewhat sheepish smile to her companion, as if raising the white flag of surrender. A grandiose influx of triumphant sentiments surged throughout the youth.

"In any case, you shouldn't be so unhappy all the time."

All through their prabble, they had been keeping a steadfastly brisk pace. As each trice diligently marched along, the two grew nearer and nearer to their destination, now clearly visible.

"At last!" exclaimed Twilight, now instilled with a new sense of a more pressing haste. After some brevity of movement, she turned to her companion and inquired "What's got you in such a rut, Spike?"

Spike responded with nothing but a bewildered expression. After a few moments of contemplation, he followed with "Why are you so excited all of a sudden?"

"Just got a wee premonition this place won't be so austere in its practice of discrimination. Well, that, and I've got an insatiable hunger for the most succulent nap."

"Whatever you say."

"And I do recall a good friend once telling me to not be so unhappy all the time, so I thought to heed their counsel."

A most brazen smirk overtook the expanse of Spike's physiognomy. Endeavoring to strike his intonation as sonorous as possible, he said "Well, I don't mean to brag..."

"Don't let this inflect your ego," chided Twilight, "I can abstain from flattery with as much alacrity as I can impart it."

"What's said is said."

"You've got me there."

Through yet more otiose, colloquial bile, the two made into Ponyville with a new resolve to finally meet their goals.