Lyra’s hooves pounded the road in a desperate, mad clattering, her nerves accelerating her pace every minute. What if she was too late? That would be a terrible irony, if she of all ponies couldn’t make it in time. It wasn’t for nothing that she’d won Running of the Leaves three times in a row. She was young, toned and healthy, and her tendency toward nervous energy had always translated to the most natural activity for a pony: to run. Continue reading
“How are you feeling, honey?” crooned Fluttershy, bending solicitously over Pinkie Pie who lay in bed, looking ragged and exhausted. Continue reading
“Well, there they go,” said Trixie. Continue reading
Granny Smith would not leave her room. She would not speak to her family. Continue reading
“Twilight, darling?” Continue reading
Derpy Hooves flew real high. Continue reading
It had been a quiet afternoon, elsewhere in Ponyville. Continue reading
“You put it back, right Scootaloo?” said Apple Bloom. Continue reading
The moonlight, filtering through the trees south of Ponyville, cast a feeble, blue, dappled light on the ground. Continue reading
“Hi—Rainbow Dash? Can I have a word with you?” Continue reading
Twilight Sparkle beamed in great, horribly feigned delight. Continue reading
“But… does it make her happy?” said Lyra, trotting along beside Twilight Sparkle. Her brow was knit in confusion. Continue reading
They had the decency to leave, right away, and allow her time to get the place cleaned up. Continue reading
“It’s like… there are no rules!” said Lyra, entranced. Continue reading
Princess Celestia smiled. “It is such a blessing to share your lives in this way, my little ponies. I must express again my deepest gratitude for the indulgence. I know it must seem quite silly, but I assure you, it is anything but.” Continue reading
Lyra felt illicit, as she walked toward the park, kicking autumn leaves up with her dainty hooves. Continue reading