The next two days were spent acquiring necessary items, at Twilight’s insistence.
A pocket watch, custom commissioned from the clockmaker’s in Ponyville. A bag for each of the girls, from Rarity; simple and functional, but still pretty. Also from Rarity, three wrap-around style shawls for Salene and Ophelia, Moone’s own stored as a spare in case her jacket got dirty.
Rarity had offered to make the clothes, but her schedule wouldn’t allow it; even if it did, it would be a massive hassle. Rarity had orders to fill, after all. She ended up making some quick alterations to some minotaur jacket bases for the girls’ shawls, much to her displeasure. The garments still served their purpose, however, so Rarity allowed it. The bags went much the same way, having griffon mail bags for bases. Rarity still made them pretty for the fun of it.
The next day, they received the pocket watch. Moone, confused, asked why she had received a pocket watch. Yes, she wouldn’t mind taking it, as it was beautifully metal worked with vine patterns and small flowers. However, as she turned the gold watch and chain in her hands, she said, “Don’t they have clocks in the other world?”
Twilight nodded. “Yes, they do, but this is for a special purpose. Speaking of which...” she looked Moone in the eye. “Can you dispel your wings?” Twilight asked.
The winged girl did so, then went about collecting the shadows from the corners of the room. “I can, but it’s uncomfortable for more than two or three hours at a time. Besides, the shadows from my wings disperse into the natural shadows of the environment I’m in, so I have to collect the ones that make up my wings when the two or three hours are up.”
Noticing something on the cover of the pocket watch, she exclaimed suddenly, “Eighteen karat gold?! Twilight, that must have been expensive! A simple iron or fake gold pocket watch would’ve been fine. There’s no need to spend so much!” Twilight chuckled, explaining the reason of her choice of metal for the watch. She would place an illusion charm on it, as she had suspected Moone’s wings couldn’t dispel. The gold would help the spell ‘stick,’ or endure the actual use of the pocket watch.
“The spell I’m using is pretty strong, and should last a good five days. More than enough for your trip.” Pausing to cast the spell, she continued. “Just in case the spell wears off, however, I asked for a small chain; the same type of chain used on your watch, actually. I’ll cast the spell on it, and it can be stored in a jewelry case to keep the enchantment fresh.”
“Oh. Smart! Still, bad Twilight. Bad! No splurging money on me without warning or necessity, okay? That honestly gave me a little scare...” said Moone.
“How come?” Twilight cocked her head in confusion. “Because, eighteen karat gold for a pocket watch is ridiculous. A pocket watch, of all things.”
Twilight rolled her eyes and muttered, “Tell that to some of the especially snobby Canterlot nobility.” Moone stared at the princess then, her expression screaming, ‘Really?’ She almost whispered, “Are you kidding?” Twilight shook her head and answered, “Sweet Celestia, I wish I was.”
Moone facepalmed. “Oh gosh.”
The spell was cast on the spare chain after it was made into a ring, and it was set into a jewelry box. Moone and the other four teens spent the next two hours making fun of stereotypical snotty nobility and rich high school girls who thought they were all that and a bag of chips just for the sake of it. Twilight walked in, all went silent, and she promptly did a horrible impersonation of Hoity Toity. They all erupted into a fit of laughter, and continued for another hour. Somewhere along the way Spike was dragged in as well.
The group of teens spent the rest of the day playing truth or dare, the game being kept strictly PG. A few dares elicited whoops or excited shouting. About half of them outrageous, like kissing the floor or licking your shirt. Another few tread in delicate territory, like daring Ophelia to pin up her hair to show her scar for two turns or asking Onyx about why he was so strong when he looked so thin. He passed on that one. They allowed it.
They played until night fell, joking and asking stupid questions to pass the time. Surprisingly, it was Anyxt who broke up the game and sent them all to bed, as he usually liked to stay up and look at the stars until late at night. Moone whined, saying she’d ‘like to know her children better’, and Anyxt argued that she ‘already did, and besides, you need to go on a trip tomorrow’. Moone agreed, and went to her room. Onyx left to Anyxt’s room, Salene staying in the siblings’ room (where they currently were). Each of the couples got cuddle time, and Moone was left as a single pringle.
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The end.