Written by Jondor
Fluttershy hovered nervously over Twilight’s shoulder as the latter pored over her spellbook. The spell wasn’t supposed to work on ponies, but she was exceptionally gifted with magic, and it had worked on that frog.
“Any luck?” Fluttershy’s voice came out as a higher than usual squeak. She’d been asking this question once every half hour since the accident had happened and always getting the same answer so far.
“No, not yet,” Twilight sighed. “I’m trying, I really am, Fluttershy. This spell wasn’t designed for ponies after all.”
Just like the last ten times, Twilight’s answer did nothing to calm Fluttershy down. She still flitted around behind Twilight’s shoulder, nervous as a hen raising ducklings.
Twilight set the book aside and turned around, lighting her horn and pulling Fluttershy down to hug her reassuringly. “I know you’re worried, but I need to concentrate to find the answer. I promise you’ll get your marefriend back as soon as possible.”
Both of them looked over toward the corner where Curaçao, née Applejack, was busy redecorating the library and prattling on with a Manehattan accent. Fluttershy let out a whimper and the expression on her face pleaded with Twilight to hurry. She had, after all, fallen in love with an Apple, not an Orange.