"No, Twilight. And I will not say it again. Investigating this is much too difficult. We have absolutely no leads or evidence besides two bone deep gash marks." Celestia stamped her hoof as her voice resonated around the hall.
"But what if they kill another pony just like her, Celestia, when will it end?" Twilight complained to her teacher from the foot of the throne.
"We don't have anything to go off of here, we'll need them to screw up to catch them, or to see them do it, considering how well put together this one was, I'd say that both are extremely unlikely unless we develop some all seeing truth magic or invisibility or something. You just can't get them, they'll probably have fled the town, heck the country by now."
"Fine, but if one more pony so much as feels threatened, I will not hesitate to tell every pony in every town about your refusal to let me investigate."
"Go ahead, see if any pony believes you."
"You are a horrible ruler."
"No, I am a practical ruler. What if you were killed, Twilight. I can't allow you to put yourself in danger."
Twilight glared at Celestia then turned around and walked out of the throne room, muttering something under her breath.
Rarity stole a glance at the clock. Noon. "Sweetie Belle!" she shouted at the air.
"Yeah?" A squeaky voice called from down the hall.
"Hurry up sweetheart, your Crusader meeting is in half an hour! I packed your lunch, it's on the table, I'm going to Canterlot, don't stay up past nine, you know the rules."
"Ok, bye sis!"
Rarity trotted over to one of her mannequins and stole it's saddlebags. She used her magic to levitate a small sack of bits into the left bag. She took one long look at the main room of the boutique before leaving for the day. "When I come back, my sewing machines will feel it." She said. She turned towards the train station and began today's adventure.
After a long day of shopping for new fabrics, Rarity returned home. She opted out of taking the train so that she could take a nice stroll along the beach. Her saddlebags had rolls of fabrics sticking out of them, and a very empty leather pouch hung off of one. When she got to the beach, she stared at the water. The moon was at just the right height that the water gleamed and the stars were reflected. "It's nights like tonight that make you love living." She said to herself. She stared in awe of the beauty of the situation for a minute before resuming her trek home. The unicorn paused when she smelled a rather disgusting odor. "What is that smell?" She asked. There was a pony in a poncho by the shoreline throwing dark red bits into the water. "You there." she shouted at them.
"Can I help you?" He asked in a deep gravelly voice. The pony eerily looked Rarity's direction, but the shadow of the cloak hid his face.
"What is that putrid odor molesting my nostrils?" She demanded.
"I'm just chumming the water." He turned back to the water and threw in another hoof.
Rarity looked disgusted. "You do realize that the few fish that the animals around here react much better to cheese right?"
"I'm going for the carnivorous fish." He said. He lifted a fishing rod, revealing his gray hoof.
"Why is that?"
He paused for a moment. "The griffon kingdom, they pay a lot of money for them. Something about extra meaty flavor or something. I don't know, I'm just a pony." A sleek looking fish leaped from the water, the pony grabbed it mid-air with his hoof and threw it onto the beach. "Small one, but that'll do." He pulled out his rod and cast the line. "What's a pretty pony like you doing out here so late, alone?" The way he said alone made Rarity uncomfortable.
"Going home from a long night of shopping in Canterlot."
"Be careful, they're thieves on this road."
"Really?"
"Well, that's what my pop told me about twenny years ago. Probably clear now." He glanced back at Rarity. "You have a good night ma'am." He tipped his hood to show respect, though the lack of hat really made it awkward. He returned to his fishing.
"You too kind sir." Rarity began trotting home again, a little faster this time.