Us
Vingent had said that the princess could surely catch up with ‘us’.
Twilight had noticed the use of a collective pronoun and said nothing at the time. Events were moving too fast to delve into an intriguing choice of words.
But now, as she stood on the outer wall watching a hired punt ferry him back to Greenburg on the far shore, she wondered who the other half of his ‘us’ might be. Lucky mare! He was a good pony; Twilight would send word to the capitol and get a citizenship application fast tracked for him. Vingent would be a fully eligible marriage candidate for whomever. (Some discrete inquiry would reveal the specifics.) For now, all she could do was give thanks that she had not destroyed a relationship as well as a life.
Spreading her wings in the sunset light, she lifted her voice in prayer.
“Holy Equus, I thank you for your hoof of grace guiding me today. Without you, I might have made a terrible mistake. No, that’s not right. I did make a terrible mistake, forgive me. In fact, it took me three tries to really mess things up. But with your power upon me, I was able to repair the harm, praise be to your name. I plead your blessing on Vingent and his beloved, I ask you grant them long life and happiness together.”
A whisper of feathers in the air above told her that her own beloved had returned home.
Us, she thought again, with a hint of almost divine amusement.
“Oh, and grant them fertility, too, I pray.”