Chapter XXXIV – What's In a Name
“I thank you for your diligence in meeting me post haste, Advisor.”
Moonwarden smiled with only the utmost courtesy. His neck was bent as low as custom demanded, even if Princess Celestia’s voice was warm and amiable.
To be honest, he did not particularly enjoy this sudden... diligence of his. After all, he did not have a real choice in the matter of this meeting. Any of his loyalties or preferences aside, denying Her Solar Majesty her requests was still the shortest way of losing your position, no matter the motherly and kind side of hers.
And he was not one to relinquish anything he had worked hard to obtain and achieve only because of a stupid mistake.
So, he would swallow his pride for the moment.
“My role is to aid with presence, ear and word. I might be in the direct service of your Royal Sister and my lady, the Esteemed Princess Luna, yet I am, naturally, at your disposal as well, Your Majesty...” he spoke with an even tone. Humble.
Somewhere from behind came a small, irreverent snort.
“Would you wish to add something to this declaration, Raven?” Princess Celestia remarked in the direction of her own Advisor and confidant, but the light grey mare was just terribly, terribly busy with organizing the last documents of the day and she had said absolutely nothing, of course.
“Whatever would you mean, Your Majesty? Royal Advisor Moonwarden’s words are respectful and doubtlessly sincere. There is nothing to add.”
Moonwarden brought forth a gentle, most poisonous smile. “There is always more to add when it comes to one’s respect and deference towards one’s betters,” he stated, looking firmly in Princess Celestia’s direction, but maybe having somepony else in mind as well.
What accurate statement.
Her Solar Majesty raised her hoof. “Peace, both of you. It goes without saying that I would prefer for you to find Friendship between yourselves, but if that is too much to ask, I wish to see jabs and pokes kept to an absolute minimum.”
“Your will be done, Your Majesty,” Moonwarden falsely assured without hesitation.
“As you command, Your Majesty,” Raven fraudulently acknowledged as well.
“Wonderful.”
Neither of them convinced their monarch, it was more than blatant, but at least the appearances were kept and the World could continue moving on.
Beckoned by Princess Celestia, Moonwarden followed her through her working space, the grandiose and tasteful chamber of the Royal Parlour, Her Solar Majesty’s workroom and audience space for more private meetings. Whilst he honestly preferred the toned, darker interiors of the Royal Office, he had to conclude that this collage of luxurious, crimson seats and countless bookshelves of many hues was working.
It could have been done in more blues and grays, but it would be foolhardy to try and associate such colors with the space designed for and left in the charge of Princess Celestia, the Alicorn of the Sun.
Her Solar Majesty took her seat by the small coffee table, on which a folder rested in wait, her expression inscrutable. Her initial words meant that they were going to get down to business immediately. “I presume that lieutenant Brass Plaque has already provided you with all of his findings, as your operative, Advisor?”
Moonwarden remained duly standing until told otherwise, keeping up the most polite mask. It took him but a heartbeat to weigh all the options.
“I presume it shall be void to attempt pretending that I have not the faintest of ideas about what you might mean, Your Majesty?”
The Princess just smiled faintly. “You can always try, Advisor. I would not be who I am if I were to forbid ponies from attempting to conquer the impossible. I have seen some achieve great successes at that.”
The impossible... Thank the Moon she had little idea of the impossible goals in Moonwarden’s mind.
He bit the side of his tongue at the very thought.
“I... think, Your Majesty, that I will focus on reaching the more useful, attainable objectives after all. It happens to be my forte.”
As she finally pointed at the other, plush chair, he gently sat down, careful of both his scars and his exquisite, platinum-hued morning coat. And merry that they were far away from Raven for her not to comment without giving away that she was surely eavesdropping.
“I sincerely hope that the lieutenant’s duties were not, in any way, disruptive to your own goals and actions, Your Majesty.”
“Worry not, Advisor. The lieutenant is, as you are well aware, a perfectionist. He performed his tasks with dedication and secrecy. If not for my intuition, I would be left in the dark when it comes to the extent of his affiliations. Then again... I should have known he would find his place in the Second Chance. What else could have saved him from suffering a dishonorable discharge from the Royal Guard?”
Moonwarden nodded carefully, realigning his monocle afterwards. “Considering the gravity of the mission, it felt appropriate to have him overlooking your security, Your Majesty. His diligence makes him one of our most gifted officers and agents.”
“ ‘Gifted’ in your specific view, that is, Advisor.”
The Princess’ tone changed but a note and yet Moonwarden had to fight an unpleasant tingle down his spine.
“Your Majesty, you are, of course, well aware that ours is an... unconventional group of ponies—”
“Which is trying to make up for their past misdeeds by loyal service to Equestria, yes. And it makes me rather happy. Your group’s work has already proven invaluable, many times. However, that does not bar me from expressing my worry when I witness something lastingly concerning about any of you...”
Was it going to be one of those meetings after all? Splendid.
“I see, Your Majesty. Anything in particular that would spawn this... worry of yours that I could help with, perhaps? As the Second Chance’s supervisor, I am more than capable of addressing surfacing issues.”
Princess Celestia straightened in her chair, making Moonwarden suddenly withstand the full force of her regal splendor. Her alabaster coat. Her piercing, magenta eyes. Her aurora mane, endlessly shifting and changing.
He felt well that he was sitting directly in front of the Sun itself.
And he was never the one for sunbathing.
“Brass Plaque’s conduct could be deemed exemplary, Advisor... yet I can constantly see the same cold and unforgiving firmness in him that spawned the tragedy in the Royal Guard.”
Moonwarden only nodded, silent, already anticipating the Princess’ point.
“Second Chance is a form of scrutiny, of course. It is not only about utilizing dangerous talents for the right reasons, but it is supposed to be a way of bettering oneself. Finding new ways of living and using your natural abilities and inclinations.”
“Of course, Your Majesty,” Moonwarden concurred, albeit not entirely sincerely.
“In Brass Plaque’s case, the matter is rather clear. It is one thing to expect excellence from subordinates and push them to their limits in order to train them. But it is another to know how to motivate them to pursue quality, rather than punish and excoriate them for the faintest of insignificant infractions.”
Moonwarden knew quite well that this exchange was utterly unwinnable by him. After all, Princess Celestia was as committed and unwavering in her morality as Brass Plaque was in his... methods of leadership.
One of the many reasons Moonwarden found his preference in his Lady of the Night. At least she could appreciate the broader spectrum of life’s choices.
Still, regardless of his personal feelings on the matter, his tone was most polite. “I, naturally, understand and accept your observations, Your Majesty. And I am fully prepared to instruct the lieutenant as you command. Second Chance is about, well, second chances. And using those accordingly to Equestria’s ways,” he claimed, hiding his reservations. “Besides, it goes without saying that all of us, operatives, would want to avoid any further inconveniences that initially—”
“ ‘Inconveniences’?”
... curses.
Princess Celestia leaned forth but a little. Yet it was just enough for Moonwarden to press against the chair’s fabric to maintain the safe distance. He clenched his teeth when the scars began stinging.
“That is how you would call two deaths, Advisor? Two young, promising Guardsponies, two enthusiastic stallions willing to answer the call of duty, found dead due to not being able to cope with the heartless pressure of training under Brass Plaque? Two ‘inconveniences’?”
Even more utterly unwinnable exchange.
Moonwarden tried his best not to escape with his eyes before he bowed his head deeply. “Please, forgive me, Your Majesty, a most unfortunate choice of words, indeed. I meant more—”
“I, sadly, believe I know what you meant, Advisor. Your persistent, pragmatic views on some crucial matters, like pony lives and freedoms, are rather transparent.”
He withstood the tone of her voice in his own, gallant way. Which meant – not daring to glance up or reply.
It was true, his own was a philosophy vastly different than that of Friendship and Harmony. Born out of observation, upbringing and, he did not deny, personal pride. Forged out of realization that talks of tolerance and peace were doing not much else than weakening ponies in their core, even if the powerful examples of Friendship transpired whimsically.
Harmony worked fully only when everypony agreed to act within its boundaries.
And many, in and out of Equestria, didn’t.
By default, his approach was putting him at odds with the likes of Princess Celestia... which was a most dangerous disagreement.
Silence was prolonging itself, causing Moonwarden to steel himself for what was to come.
Finally, the alicorn reached for the prepared folder and opened it. “We will return to this matter in a moment,” she declared to his temporary relief. “Let me address what I initially summoned you for, Advisor. In here you shall find new, compiled notes from Maretonian peacekeeper forces, regarding the night-dwellers’ merchant ploy. Facial composites, eyewitnesses’ testimonies that we have not known of before.”
She offered the documents to Moonwarden. “We continue to consider this an assessment of power mission... but perhaps you and your ponies can find any useful insights in these, Advisor.”
Saying nothing, Moonwarden leaned in and took the folder in his hooves. He decided to quickly skim through it, both curious and stalling for time.
After but a few pages it was clear that the Duke took the matter of that espionage quite personally. He further pushed his constabularies into gathering even small scraps of information about the ponies that duped Maretonia.
Unfortunately, he got exactly what he wanted. Scraps.
“Culprit descriptions... A very young stallion, brown of coating... a mare, reddish eyes, pale blue-grey mane... another mare – yellow-green, pear eyes, white and brown mane... stallion, corresponding eyes and mane... possible siblings,” Moonwarden muttered to himself, scanning the contents. “I understand we still have no names?”
“No, Advisor. Witnesses confirmed further that they never introduced themselves whilst ‘trading’ and spoke to each other only in their dialect,” Princess Celestia told him.
He pursed his lips. This would not be enough to precisely confirm the identities of operatives in Equestria, let alone any batpony ones.
“Stallion, yellow eyes, forelock of grey mane... Last stallion, leader, yellow eyes, keen gaze. Oh, most helpful, the best part of the race has yellow eyes of some sort,” Moonwarden remarked, somewhat vexed about the lack of better details. He flipped a couple more papers. “No clear, distinguishing features, no cutie marks... Well, Your Majesty, I believe we will be able to narrow the suspects down to everypony.”
The alicorn just conjoined her hooves. “As I said, Advisor, I do not stop the attempts to conquer the impossible, but even I do not count solely on miracles. However, maybe there is a detail or two that we have overlooked that could shine new light upon this yet.” She took a deep, solemn breath. “I do not deny that I would like to know more. I was, after all, inclined to offer temporary, military presence of our forces in the Duchy to quell the unrest.”
“Advisor Raven has told me so, yes. And quite the number of active duty Guardsponies too, Your Majesty,” Moonwarden remarked, finding back to courage to gaze directly at the Princess. “Forgive me for saying this, Your Majesty, but I hope that the Duchy is willing to show proper gratitude for Equestrian aid.”
“Sometimes, Advisor, one does something without relying on pure reciprocity...” the Princess retorted. “If you would find anything interesting, I would like to be notified as soon as my sister shall be. I hope that can be arranged?”
Moonwarden nodded respectfully, as her posture grew again. “Of course, Your Majesty. If, as you have pointed out, anything more can still be scavenged from this.” He tapped the folder, putting it down.
“Good...” she replied, glancing aside for the moment. It gave Moonwarden a chance to observe her through his trusty monocle.
Princess Celestia was, without a doubt, an icon. A legendary ruler, a mother figure to the entire Equestria. He, as all the ponies, had been brought up to admire her and her tireless dedication to all of her subjects. True enough, Her Solar Majesty was a force to be reckoned with when it came to generosity, to kindness. She was seen smiling often enough, and with nothing but honesty. She was also willingly offering her time to look after the problems of even the smallest of ponies.
For this incredible directness and centuries of care she was beloved and granted all the respect and veneration that a grateful population could give.
And yet... Moonwarden sometimes wondered what was going on in her head.
True, he felt like that about all ponies, but that did not diminish his curiosity in that instance. Princess Celestia’s morality was stalwart, indeed... but it was impossible for her not to second guess herself when acting accordingly to the tenets of Friendship and of Harmony. She was a ruler for far too long not to consider other paths and actions, that was just impossible. Yet she would choose what was “right” every time, sometimes no matter the obvious cost.
Just how much she had to sacrifice for this conviction, Moonwarden pondered.
He smirked on the inside. Equestria, thankfully, had two rulers again. And Princess Luna was far more flexible and open in her thinking. She had enough integrity to entertain the darker aspects of life, even if her past made her more than cautious about those.
Thankfully, she had ponies like him to explore them in her stead.
“I would like to talk with you about my sister, Advisor.”
Moonwarden shuddered at the sudden statement that interrupted his deliberations. He was pretty convinced in his own abilities of shielding his thoughts, but...
Then again... Princess Luna was on his mind often enough.
“Yes, Your Majesty?” he responded, sounding collected.
Princess Celestia locked stares with him and he could feel this gaze boring into his own.
“Regarding yesterday first, Advisor.” The Princess leaned back in her cushioned seat. “You have learned of Luna’s state immediately after your return, Ravenlynn saw to that. She told me you seemed rather worried outright.”
“Most naturally, as her Advisor and confidant.”
“Indeed. You also learned Luna had demanded to be left alone. I admit we had quite an... impassioned conversation. I know that you have ventured immediately to her chambers, intimidating the sentinels on your way to gain access.”
Moonwarden sat straight up, his face turning into an impenetrable mask. “That I did, Your Majesty.”
“You have ignored my sister’s wishes then, yes? For her to spend some time on her own?”
“I suppose I did, Your Majesty,” he responded, his voice calm and stoic. “As her closest counselor, I have a duty surpassing that of an official of the Court, forbidden entry by a royal command.”
Princess Celestia squinted her eyes. “And what exactly is that duty, Advisor, that it puts you even above royal commands?”
Moonwarden took a second to answer. Firstly, he wondered if the alicorn could feel the heat of the pocket portrait hidden in his vest from where she was sitting. It felt like it was searing through the material at this point and the crude whiff of a burning coat would soon follow.
Yes... he was going to give this particular matter a wide berth.
“It might sound... complacent, Your Majesty, but I want to believe that I am a stallion of honour.”
Princess Celestia’s brow arched in the most worrying way, but he continued regardless.
“A pony I happen to be closer than most with required aid and support. Which meant I could not have allowed even rigorous commandments to stop me. I admit, it is a matter of... pride for a noble of Trottingham to help and behave accordingly, no matter the consequences of his actions. Besides, I am the current first and oldest servant of Her Lunar Majesty and I humbly take my position with seriousness.”
Moonwarden wondered if he had ever before given a more convoluted, baffling and baffled answer, weaving humility and vanity, with a good measure of beating around the bush.
But it had to do. Though, when Princess Celestia said nothing for a while, he felt well the sweat pouring down his neck.
“I... see, Advisor,” the alicorn finally said. Even if, it seemed, neither of them was certain of what had just been claimed. “Well, in this one case, I... have to thank you for your insubordination and checking on my sister after learning of her distress.”
“My... pleasure, Your Majesty,” he replied, trying not to sound too confident.
“I admit, I was worried about Luna and our discussion left me without a good reason to visit her before my nightly rest... How was she?”
“I have found Her Lunar Majesty fast asleep, so I did not linger.”
He had lingered. He had lingered far too long. But it would be the last thing to admit to.
“My lady... must have been pretty distraught, Your Majesty, I cannot lie. She escapes into her own dreams only in times of great stress and doubt.”
The Princess hung her head, surprisingly. “That she does... We have tackled a... most troubling matter.” When she glanced up, the fervor in her gaze could physically scald. “I am convinced that my sister will wish to confide in somepony after what transpired... and I expect that, as that pony will most likely be you, you will offer your full support, Advisor.”
Moonwarden placed a hoof on his chest, right over his heart and the hidden portrait. “I solemnly promise, Your Majesty. I am always willing to aid Her Lunar Majesty, as her humble servant.”
Princess Celestia just sighed. “Your humility is notorious, Advisor.” She made a pregnant pause. “You are not to treat royal orders with such little regard in the future, however.”
He nodded gracefully. “Oh, of course, Y—”
“I am not finished, Moonwarden.”
It was one thing to hear your name from the lips of a common pony. Be it out of amity, or out of fear. Them using your name gave you power over them.
But to hear it from your sovereign meant something completely opposite. And Moonwarden wasted little time to bolt up from the chair and stand at attention.
“You will surely understand that a pony of your... notoriety is not somepony I envisioned becoming my sister’s Royal Advisor after her return. Her absence was long, and I would have honestly preferred a caring, kind individual to be at her side. Somepony to gently help her and guide her as necessary. Not you.
“I know well enough of your past exploits in our secret service and of your arcane specialization. Of its dangers, of your capabilities and of your... manner. I have not stopped your promotion for the sole reason that it was my sister’s explicit wish for you to become her confidant and I wanted to respect that... However, that does not forbid me from making sure that she is always safe and unharmed.”
Moonwarden let out not a breath, yet the alicorn raised her hoof.
“And before you tell me that distrust is a virtue, or try to persuade me of your philosophies, Moonwarden, I want you to be absolutely certain that I shall not abandon my worry. I have... everypony has paid too steep of a price for my neglect in the past. And now that Luna is back, I will ascertain myself that she recuperates fully from what happened. That you all recuperate.
“The Second Chance is supposed to be a path of redemption. Not a protective umbrella for undesirable behavior. Not a society of mutual appreciation.” The Princess inhaled deeply. “And one matter I want to make crystal clear to you personally, Royal Advisor Moonwarden – I am willing to trust in my sister’s judgment in giving you your opportunity. Your own second chance. Your performance so far can be, after all, marked as praiseworthy. Your loyalty – as unwavering... But... considering what has been revealed in our latest conversation... considering the importance of those revelations for Luna and how deeply they could affect her... I have to warn you.
“Do not ever abuse my trust. Do not ever abuse Luna’s trust. Make sure that your service is, truly, ‘a matter of pride for a noble of Trottingham’... and not yet another plot for personal gain and glory... this time at the expense of my little sister.”
The longer Princess Celestia talked... the louder it got in Moonwarden’s head. The more harsh and vile and dark was his own, inside voice. He shuddered all over, despite his best intentions, trying to contain the storm brewing in his mind.
Contain himself.
... she would dare school him, like they had done, as if he were a little brat... She would dare warn him, like they had done, as if he were a common felon. She would dare insinuate that he would betray the one pony, the one mare that—!
He closed his eyes.
He took a deep breath.
He focused on this fresh, wondrous, almost whimsical image of Luna in his mind. Softly asleep. Carefree.
Innocent.
... and the nightmares in his own head were gone. Once again.
He locked eyes with Princess Celestia... and yielded having the last word.
***
Twilight made sure to properly dry her mane. She took far bit longer in the luxurious bath pocket than she anticipated, especially making sure the water was warm enough. There was a lot on her mind, and soaking in heat was one of the best ways of organizing one’s thoughts.
The selection of very fragrant oils and the local, green, jelly-like soap were all doing their wonders too.
The said, chaotic thoughts in Twilight’s mind were not only connected to what had transpired in the Midnight Library yesternight, even if it was a singular, incredible and terrifying alike experience. The Testimony and declaration of her being a friend to the batponies aside... nothing could beat Lord Midnight Eye’s silent permission when it came to her and Midnight pursuing their relationship!
... well... perhaps the evening... well, morning in bed with Midnight, that is.
She felt her cheeks burning again.
One of the main reasons she took so long in the bath, actually – trying to focus on cleaning and not daydreaming about Midnight!
She had to keep up at least some appearances. Even before herself!
Having prepared the dress she received from arcemandre Shadebloom for the night, Twilight quickly came up with an idea for her mane – a long, double braid on one side of her head. Something new and a little bit elaborate, just to signify her joy over this brand new opening between the ponies of Equestria and Noctraliya.
A possibility at Friendship.
Oh, the very thought made her giddy!
Having spent a couple more minutes to make sure she looked resplendent, with a little spring in her trot which surprised even her, she made her way towards the door and was about to open them.
“To bid... nespodanu.”
A mare’s voice reached her from the other side of the wood, soon joined by another, stallion’s.
Midnight’s.
“Slovi yi uaiu hwalbu haspadr... Dla kazdu edn aud!”
Twilight pressed her ear to the door... as if that would help her understand the language better.
“Kwo bid ipu cons, iae zastanawe...” Rowan Berry, for it sounded like her, responded to Midnight, her tone most perplexed.
“Kwi dict to bid cons? Hwalbu haspadr wiglade certu.”
“Nye bid durnu, Maednoc Wentr! Tu znat ip barbenu, ip mereum hab cons...”
Twilight squinted her eyes, trying to focus. She recalled... some Noctraliyar expressions so far... Did Rowan Berry really just call Midnight “stupid”? Or was she hearing things?
“Ia znat tue, Yazembe Acine. Tue mereum hab edn...”
Midnight’s voice was... concerned? Annoyed, even?
What was going on?
“Tac, tu znat iae ben...”
Not waiting longer, Twilight grabbed the key and opened the door in no time.
In the corridor, she indeed found Midnight and Rowan Berry, looking at one another rather intently, with an aura of disagreement about them. Though the healer seemed to have been leaning forth with a smirk on her lips.
The moment they spotted her the pair immediately focused, the atmosphere dispersing in an instant.
“Honored Princess, good evening!” Midnight, who reacted first, saluted her professionally, but joyfully too. Especially when he took in her ensemble and mane. “How did your day pass?”
“Thank you, Nightguardian, my slumber was rejuvenating ,” Twilight eagerly replied.
Sure, she had missed Midnight by her side, but... she was hopeful that could begin changing soon enough.
“And yours?” she inquired, trying to observe the pair carefully.
Rowan Berry offered her a courteous bow. “It was calm, hwalba knaze, and that’s what’s most important when it comes to the beneficial results of sleep.”
“I’m glad to hear that,” Twilight responded with a kind smile. “I... have heard your conversation through the door, however. It sounded far less calm than the day has been...”
She decided that the direct approach and addressing her doubts outright would work the best in this instance. She was not going to let any brooding sully her mood.
She did get an immediate reaction from Midnight, as he looked genuinely apologetic. “Oh, we were so loud? Please, forgive us, Honored Princess, we didn’t mean to.”
“Tac, we are very sorry!” Rowan Berry joined in, her curtsy even deeper. “We were just having a chat waiting for you, we didn’t think we were so noisy!”
“It’s fine, though the tone was somewhat worrying.” Twilight looked them over again. “You both sounded... agitated.”
“Agitated? Excited rather!” the healer chimed in. “A bit surprised, though, yes. We were just discussing what happened yesternight, Honored Princess! You, witnessing the Swyiadeztwo! The entire Iug is buzzing with news!”
Huh. Well, that made sense.
“I... suppose it’s something to talk and gossip about.”
“Most definitely, Honored Princess,” Midnight agreed. His expression remained professional, but she could easily spot the honest excitement at the topic. “The news of Lord Midnight Eye’s declaration reached every cavern and dwelling by this point. And no ears remained deaf!” He glanced at Rowan Berry. “I think we both have to agree that nopony knew what to expect... and especially not such a positive outcome!”
The mare nodded skittishly. “It is a... striking announcement to all, surely! But the mood is most celebratory!”
Twilight... smiled. She could understand how confusingly positive those news were for the batponies, if they were so startling even for her! Though it filled her with happiness that, beyond the befuddlement, there was so much relief.
“And what the two of you think of this exactly?” she inquired, genuinely curious.
“I, well,” Rowan Berry began, smiling sheepishly, “honestly didn’t know what to think, at first. I would never consider a sunpony, let alone a Knaze a Ekwestriya, would read the Testimony and I would be around in her retinue! It’s all... so bizarre! And then for Honored Lord Eye of Family Midnight to declare for you? Amazing.”
“I concur, with my whole heart,” Midnight joined in. “What happened yesternight was and is... singular.” For more reasons than the official, his eyes told Twilight. “That night was already destined to go down in our diariusi... your visit, your summit with the Covenant, Honored Princess. And now?”
Twilight nodded. “I don’t think anypony could have foreseen it all...”
“Only the Goddess Herself!” Midnight declared with a laugh. “Her will and design are being unraveled! Let us rejoice we are here to be a part of it!”
Twilight laughed too. She found herself hoping that he was right. That this was some strange plan of the Immaculate Moon.
Though it was still... puzzling. To think Princess Luna would be the architect of what was transpiring. Both between Equestria and Noctraliya... and between Twilight and Midnight.
... the Princess being a matchmaker?
In her sudden, amusing deliberations, Twilight missed the shade that passed through Rowan Berry’s muzzle.
“You must be hungry, Honored Princess. Allow us to escort you to the dining hall,” Midnight proposed and Twilight eagerly agreed.
She was pretty famished, seemingly more so due to her good mood. And, for the first time, she was actually not worried nor cautious of meeting Midnight Eye for a little meal.
She even had a rather crucial matter to discuss with him, actually.
However, when the group made their way through the elegant hallways and reached the vast chamber, they found it to be mostly empty.
Bar one, somewhat familiar mare enjoying her breakfast. She was wearing a long, airy gown of cerulean color, emphasizing her delicate, slender figure, and a rich, whimsical necklace of silver and yellow sapphires, imitating a unique constellation. The mare greeted the opening of doors with a polite smile, turn of her head... and a blind gaze.
“Honored Princess Twilight Sparkle of Equestria and her retinue,” one of the vigilant sentinels by the entrance announced, which was met with a happy exhale from Countess Bright Midnight.
“Ha, Hwalba Knaze, welcome, welcome.”
With her ears flicking in their own, strange rhythm, reacting to every shift and murmur, the mare beckoned for everypony to join her at the table.
Which gesture Twilight eagerly followed.
“Honored Countess, Neskaza Lunee... welae tueu noc illum!”
“I welae Neskaza Lunee... illum tueu noc tez,” the reply came, clear and pious. “How wonderful for you to arrive, Princess. I hope you don’t mind me being your dining company this evening.”
“Oh, no, not at all!” Twilight came close, having Midnight offer her a chair opposite the blind mare. She was still trying to make as little noise as possible, though the countess’ ears were unerring. “It will be a pleasure.”
“Thank you for the sincerity in your voice,” Bright Midnight told her, her expression most amiable. “My Lord Father wished to enjoy this meal with you tonight, Princess, but his duties called him away out of a sudden.”
That was... rather unfortunate, but understandable, Twilight thought. Her request would have to wait a moment longer...
“Oh. I hope it is nothing serious.”
“No, no, don’t worry,” Bright Midnight quickly clarified, before taking for herself another orange. “Just an urgent matter to discuss with the leader of our priesthood caste, High Priestess Midnight Litany...”
Twilight frowned. Considering the amount of vexation that Midnight Eye expressed with the actions of the venerable antase, diminishing his position in front of not only the local populace but Twilight, an esteemed guest... that “urgent matter” could have meant a number of worrying things.
The Countess, in the meantime, sucked dry the fruit with a loud slurp, then turned her blind eyes towards the others, droplets of juice still hanging off her pristine fangs. “I’d like to ask who is in your retinue today. You, for example. You are a warrior, aren’t you?” she presented the question, her face turned towards the rustling of Midnight’s armor.
“Tac, hwalba hrabiye. Maednoc Wentr.”
“Ah, it’s you! Greetings, Nightguardian Midnight Wind. You dined here before, with the Princess... Are you assigned to accompany her constantly?”
“That I am, Honored Countess. My Lord’s, your father’s, explicit wish,” Midnight responded with great respect.
Bright Midnight stayed motionless for a moment, her smile unwavering, as if judging the reply. Her unblinking eyes were fixed forward. “I... understand. An appropriate, fitting choice, I dare say.”
Twilight was listening in, about to help herself to an orange, but the Countess’ head snapping to her made her jump, dropping the fruit into the bowl with a soft thud.
“Oh. Forgive me for startling you, Princess,” Bright Midnight apologized immediately. “I want to avoid confusion by turning towards the pony I converse with.”
“No, no, it’s alright!” Twilight assured, blushing in embarrassment over her panicked reaction. It was rather thoughtful of the mare to be so transparent, even if her motions were unnaturally rapid. “Yes, Countess?”
“I wish to ask – I suppose you have found the Nightguardian most attentive and diligent?”
Twilight smiled widely, even if the mare could not see it. “Most definitely, Countess. Midnight Wind has been a wonderful companion on my journey. His service brings honor to your Family.”
To say that Midnight beamed at the praise was not an overstatement, as his wide smile shone wonderfully with his exposed fangs.
“As required and expected,” Bright Midnight agreed, her head back to the stallion. “You take great pride in your duty, and you treat it with solemnity.”
“As every Nightguardian, warrior and batpony should treat his duties, Honored Countess.”
“And you do so no matter the doubts that plague you. My Lord Father made the right choice.”
At those words, Midnight’s expression faltered. Confusion and surprise blinked in his eyes. Before he could address the matter, however, the Countess’ attention turned to Rowan Berry, who also tried to quietly enjoy her meal and was nibbling on a piece of a watermelon.
“And who might you be?”
The healer swallowed the juice quickly. “Y-Yazembe Acine, hwalba hrabiye.”
Bright Midnight cocked an eyebrow. “... ‘Rowan Berry’? Yours is not a local name, even of our plebesi. You are not from our Family.”
“N-no, no, Honored Countess! I am of House M-Mountrose of Family Dusk. Assigned by the Honored Covenant to care for the Honored Princess’ health during her stay.”
Bright Midnight’s interest persisted. “House Mountrose, you say? I see...”
Twilight found the amount of caution in the otherwise ironic expression... most strange.
“So you say you are a lupule, yes? House Mountrose’s number of herbalists is common knowledge among us.”
“That is correct, Honored Countess,” Rowan Berry confirmed, nodding nervously.
Bright Midnight remained silent, unblinking and still... only with her ears continuously moving about.
Twilight felt... perplexed about what was transpiring. She looked around, at Rowan Berry, but the mare just glanced back and faintly shrugged, looking as confounded as Twilight was. Even Midnight appeared somewhat worried about Bright Midnight’s interest and inquiry.
“Ah...”
A faint exhale escaped the Countess’ lips, before a smile again curved them.
Still, her head’s quick movement made Twilight shudder and catch the orange she made jump out of her hooves with a panicked squeeze.
“You are well-tended to, Princess. I am not surprised that the Honored Covenant treats you with so much respect.”
Twilight, having detained the escapee on her plate, let out a small, nervous chuckle. “I have received a wonderful welcoming, Countess,” she replied. It was not entirely true, but it was the tactful answer to give. “The Honored Lords, whilst our talks deal with most difficult topics, all wish to forge a new understanding between us, as races and nations.”
Bright Midnight sat sill for a second, then giggled colorfully behind her hoof. “What prudent words, Princess. Especially since I know how the Lords really tend to be.” She took one more fruit and ravenously bit into it, the juice running copiously from her muzzle.
Twilight, in the meantime, found herself on the back hoof, pondering. Just how much of insight the mare before her had? There was something... different about the Countess, she could tell that even the last time...
... and she chastised herself from even using the word ‘different’, considering Bright Midnight’s blindness. That was not what she had in mind.
No, it was something else. There were directness and detachment at the same time in the Countess, making hers a unique presence...
Contemplating that matter, Twilight still managed to enjoy the meal, finding the selection of fresh fruit sweet and filling.
Bright Midnight, after finally letting out a satisfied exhale and washing her hooves in the water bowl, cleared her throat politely. “My Lord Father also wished for me to convey that he has arranged with Archcurator Star Vellum for you to be allowed access and tour around the Maednoca Tabulre at your leisure, even tonight. Of course, if that would be something aligned with your desires, Princess.”
Twilight could try and try and still fail to stop the grin appearing on her muzzle, though she attempted to sound more dignified than she looked.
“It would be a great honor.”
“Oh? Only a ‘great honor’? I was expecting far more enthusiasm from you, Princess,” the Countess remarked. And her smile turned a bit mischievous.
Twilight laughed merrily. “Well... Sometimes we are expected to be less enthusiastic and more well-mannered, Countess.”
“Not around me, Princess. Not in cases like that. I love hearing joy in the voices of others. It has a unique melody,” Bright Midnight remarked, standing up slowly.
Midnight almost sprang from his seat to assist her, but her graceful gesture and turn of her head stopped him immediately.
“Your eagerness is appreciated, Nightguardian, but I shall manage,” she assured, skillfully taking care of her own chair and then addressing Twilight again. “If I could have a request, Princess...”
“Of course!” Twilight responded, quickly cleaning her hooves and getting up as well.
“I would like to accompany you to the Library, if you would wish to venture there without delay. I have matters to tend to there and I would adore to talk and get to know you a little better on the way.”
Twilight could not well deny that request! “Countess, it would be my pleasure!”
Bright Midnight’s smile was as shining as her name would suggest. “Shall we away, then?”
Twilight soon had to admit that, despite the disability, the Countess’ steps were precise and certain and her movements betrayed years of not only learning to cope with her blindness, but training in elegance and poise. With Midnight and Rowan Berry within respectable distance, Bright Midnight led the group through the palace, not once stopping to ask for directions or taking her time to consider their route.
It was more than remarkable.
“I might not see it,” the blind mare pointed out along the way, “but I can tell that you are observing me, Princess. And that you are trying to stay quiet.”
It was true, Twilight did keep silent for a while, in hopes of not distracting the handicapped mare... who was proving less handicapped than it appeared.
“Oh, I apologize, Countess. I just didn’t want to divert your attention!”
“Divert away, Princess, I was the one wishing to converse, after all!” Bright Midnight remarked, taking a turn with precise grace.
“Well... first of all, I suppose I have to say that I am just... amazed by your prowess,” Twilight admitted, hoping that it was not impolite to point that out.
“Thank you, your kindness sounds pleasant. And it is quite alright to feel unsettled too. I know that it looks unnerving – a sightless mare moving about without aid. Well...” Bright Midnight pointed at her ears, incessant in their flicks. “... aside from the natural one.”
“That is what I find so astonishing, Countess. You appear so... sure and certain, despite your ailment,” Twilight spoke plainly. She had a feeling that this was the best way of approaching the topic with this mare.
“Allow me to ask, isn’t that the trick of all royalty, everywhere, Princess?”
“What would you mean?”
The group passed a couple of maids in elegant dresses, who immediately made way.
“Hwalba hrabiye, hwalba knaze...”
The Countess graced each and every one with a kind nod and a smile. “Giving the impression of certainty and direction is a regal duty, is it not, Princess?”
That was... true, Twilight had to agree, whilst trying to match her host’s august behavior. “Well... yes, but I believe that it is one thing to behave regally and lead through example, and another to find your way around without sight.”
“Truly? I find it very similar, actually,” Bright Midnight replied with a little laugh. “Many leaders, many ponies are blind. To their faults, to the plights around them. They pretend and feign their own conviction... Sometimes it is the only way that they can try and inspire others. But, I admit, I am biased in this comparison,” she added playfully.
Twilight giggled. “I can spot the logic in this...” she admitted, glancing to see Midnight and Rowan Berry loyally following them. “Actually... Can I indulge my own curiosity and ask how you manage to find this remarkable certainty in your trot, Countess?” she asked, witnessing Bright Midnight adjusting her route to cross a small vestibule and take the correct, side corridor.
“Curiosity is a gift from the Goddess, Princess, indulging it is natural. And the answer is quite simple...” Bright Midnight’s head snapped Twilight’s way. “Good memory, a touch of practice... and a lot of bouncing off walls at first.” As if to strengthen her point, the mare extended one of her webbed wings so its longest digit just coasted the dark, polished granite. “Years of bouncing off walls.”
“... so just like trying to behave regally after all, yes?” Twilight commented, which earned her a colorful laughter.
“Ha, quite so, Princess. The trick is to be persistent and learn from your mistakes. You memorize the walls, the turns, the hidden paths...”
The group finally escaped the web of corridors and hallways and found themselves outside the palace’s entrance, now traversing the grandiose stairs leading from it. Bright Midnight’s pace slowed just a little, as she descended at a steady, graceful rhythm, each step of practiced length.
Twilight decided to ask again. “Have you lost your sight at some point of your life, Countess, or...?”
Bright Midnight shook her head, her ears moving about with even more zeal now, reacting to distant echoes of the populous Mountain. “No, that is how I was born. The Goddess saw it fit not to give me sight.”
“I am sorry to hear that, Countess,” Twilight replied, her own ears drooping a little. “You have my sincere sympathy.”
Bright Midnight just smiled wider. “Thank you, Princess, I cherish greatly the clear candor of your voice. However, I don’t think I need the compassion. It is simply who I am. The Blind Countess... I shall, vainly, admit that I enjoy the sound of that!”
Twilight tried to contain a chuckle. Especially since they were now met with a lot of glances of the local batponies, so proper conduct was most necessary.
The attention of the denizens was naturally gathered by the presence of the Midnight Family’s heir... but Twilight could easily notice that, where once there had been cautious distrust, there was now a lot more welcoming kindness in the stares sent her own way. Seems that Midnight and Rowan Berry were right – the city already heard the news and the change in atmosphere was palpable.
And very, very pleasant.
The Countess, elegantly navigating the caverns and given more than the proper space for a royal, continued in the meantime, her clear voice echoing amongst the dwellings and porticos.
“It is true, I know no sight. I cannot enjoy the peaks of our domain reaching towards the starlit sky. I witness not our ancestors, observing us from the Immaculate Moon’s... domain, from the glorious Argentee. I have never seen the Goddess’ sign in all its splendor... and for me to try and grasp the nature of its blessed illumination is like talking about colors with a blind pony...” she joked, even laughing at her own comparison. “But... I can feel Our Mother’s direct gaze whenever I am in a herame or on the surface.”
Twilight felt herself captivated by the Countess’ words. Entirely and utterly. There was so much... authority in them. So much faith and assuredness, she could not object to them.
Not that she would want to. She much preferred letting the mare continue.
“And why do I think that I do not need compassion, Princess? For the Goddess has not really taken from me, no...” Bright Midnight carried on. She was occasionally turning her head left and right, when the passing batponies bowed before her and greeted her, their eyes filled with respect. “The Goddess is not a harsh mother, to punish the newborn. To rob of eyes. She has but given me in another way.”
“What do you mean, Countess?”
Bright Midnight’s ears flicked a bit more. “I hear. I hear sounds that others cannot. The faintest of whispers, the most delicate of musical notes. Words speak to me with clarity bright, brighter than the ‘colors’ I have never truly grasped the existence of... And pony voices? If you listen in, they carry with themselves their own songs. Of emotions, of intentions... of truths and of lies...”
Even if Bright Midnight’s own voice did not change, or at least Twilight couldn’t hear the difference, she felt a shiver travel down her spine at the gravity of the Countess’ words.
“That’s... a unique approach. And a staggering way of talking about it,” Twilight admitted, but Bright Midnight just laughed.
“That’s just how I feel it. How I hear it,” she claimed, her blind eyes focused on Twilight. “And I thank Our Goddess, the Immaculate Moon... every night that I was found worthy of this singular blessing.”
“I suppose that many wouldn’t have the virtue to accept it in that way.”
“I put my faith in the Goddess. Everypony that serves Her devotedly is granted hope and strength. We can all find, with Her guidance, a font of refreshment in our devotion, like sheep guided to a spring by their shepherd.”
Twilight blinked. “Hope...” she mouthed.
Yes, serving the Goddess meant finding hope...
... why were those words so familiar to her? So resonating with her? It’s like she could recall them from... before.
She couldn’t tell. But, considering what had been happening lately, they felt right.
The group had now reached the spacious cave housing the massive stalagnate of the Midnight Library, lit by the light pouring from countless terraces and windows, carved in the solid rock. A number of Archivists had already spotted them, rushing to, without doubt, inform the Archcurator of his approaching guests.
The Countess, smiling widely, shrugged and continued her thought. “But stale faith is a bit too little. It also helps to pray to constantly use your gifts as they are intended. It helps maintain... inner harmony.”
“And how are you using your gifts exactly, Countess?” Twilight asked, overtaken by curiosity. “I know that the batpony way is to provide for your kin in whatever way that can be useful. What is your... caste, I guess? Your occupation.”
“I work as a Countess at the palace,” Bright Midnight replied, trying not to laugh.
Twilight sighed and shook her head, giggling. “That’s not really what I meant.”
“Forgive me, Princess, just my sense of humor. I am of the priesthood caste, censeore for the subjects living in our Mountain.”
“ ‘Censeore’?” Twilight parroted. “What role is that?”
“Ah, yes... A ‘judge’,” Bright Midnight clarified, her tone betraying both pride and duty. “I deal with disputes between others. Mostly legal disagreements, but sporadic crimes as well...”
“Oh! A very important task then!” Twilight concurred, observing the mare with even more interest.
“It is... demanding, I admit. But vital. I humbly play my part in the Goddess’ great plan for our kind...” The Countess stopped in a respectable distance before the entrance to the Library, turning to face Twilight entirely. “Thank you for keeping me company, it was a true pleasure.”
“Likewise, Countess!”
Twilight reply was eager and honest. She hadn’t even felt the distance they walked! It was a most wonderful conversation. And meaningful!
“If I can have one last request...” Bright Midnight added, her tone growing a smudge hopeful.
“Yes, naturally!”
“Your voice continues to be clear and pure... It’s sincerity is easy on my ears, too. Could we... skip the titles between us, perhaps?”
“O-oh!”
That was... a rare honor, Twilight understood that well. For both of them. Not to mention that the Countess... that Bright Midnight had proven to be a fascinating mare to meet and get to know better.
... maybe a good friend, in the end?
Hearing Twilight’s initial surprise, however, the Countess took a step back. “Is that... unsavory in official conduct in Ekwestriya? I am sorry if I imposed.”
“No, no! Not at all!” Twilight protested almost fiercely. “I am delighted to agree and... it is very nice to meet you, Bright Midnight.”
Despite the cataracts plaguing the mare’s aureolin eyes, the sparks of happiness pierced right through them.
“Similarly, Twilight Sparkle,” the Countess responded with unbridled joy, her smile embellishing the new understanding. “I shall find myself an archivist to aid me now. My hearing might be sharp, but written words tend to be all insufferable mutes.”
Twilight giggled. “Yes. But a little help and their secrets are spilled.”
“Quite right,” Bright Midnight agreed, smiling mysteriously. “Thank you, again, for your company... and for the chaste music of sincerity in your voice, Twilight Sparkle.” She let out a small laugh. “Voices that possess this song deserve names.”
With a courteous nod and shift of her cerulean dress, Bright Midnight began trotting away, her head turning to Midnight and Rowan Berry, who both bowed deeply.
“Hwalba hrabiye.”
“Nightguardian. Healer,” the Countess bid them a stoic farewell and ventured to knock on the Library’s door, which opened without hesitation.
Looking after Bright Midnight disappearing inside, Twilight could only focus on one matter – that in this little time that it took to dine and arrive at the Library, she might have just gained a new, unique and powerful ally. The Countess of Family Midnight.
... no... not an “ally”.
A new friend.
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Welp, I think I'm starting to get a bit more about the Moon and Sun stuff that is going on, and it is most likely going to be involving Moon Warden.
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Everypony has a part to play in this grand design, I'd like to believe.
YES! its back!
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I might not be the fastest in writing... but I am persistent.
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I would wait all of Luna's banishment for this
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That is very kind of you to say.
YES! Thank you for making this boring day infinity more exciting
Keep up the extraordinary work
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Why, thank you. Glad to be of service.
I'm so happy to see another update so soon. I just absolutely love this world you've created.
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Thank you... I admit, it is something of a lovechild of mine. And I allow myself to be immensely proud of it.
I'm starting to love Countess Bright Midnight. I really like her personality. This was a very interesting chapter and I can't wait until Bright comes back.
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I think you can expect that to happen. I'm very glad you enjoy her so much.
Wow, I wasn’t expecting a new chapter so soon and so full of information! Poor Rowan Berry, first she can’t stop Midnight from courting Twilight and now she was almost exposed by Bright Midnight, will she finally lose her composure? The description of the batponies that spied on the Duchy is troubling…..somepony fits in that description
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I want to believe that I can pick up the pace when it comes to posting chapters for the "Journey", now that I have dealt with some crippling problems. I'm glad you are enjoying the twists and turns and hints and winks.
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So many hints
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Celestia might be ancient, but she is not omniscient. And Luna's absence does make her a bit overprotective, I want to believe.
Might I just say that I absolutely LOVE the overall characterization for the countless! I had to stop to appreciate the perfection of her occupation when it was revealed. Masterful writing as always!
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Thank you very much. I have to say Bright Midnight turned out even more complex than I have initially envisioned her and I cannot be more satisfied.
You mean more easily manipulated right Moonwarden?
And goodness gracious I would be lying if I said I took no pleasure in the roasting Celestia gave to Moonwarden. Please continue. The meat is not yet tender.
Also, who thought the Second Chances would ever be a good means of redemption? How are its members supposed to become better ponies if they are encouraged to continue the actions that got them into trouble in the first place? In theory they have supposedly recognized the error of their ways, but in practice, nothing has changed except for the government's blessing. The callousness, arrogance, everything that probably helped -if not caused- them to commit the crimes is still just under the surface, and they only seem to be kept in line through fear or twisted loyalty.
This makes sense in our world where such concepts are often used to bring up questions about authorities getting away with actions that would get regular criminals incarcerated or worse by claiming "the greater good" or "reasons of national security". But here, Celestia seems to actually want the Second Chancers to be better, not just have another government goon squad. And that can't happen with how they currently operate. Especially with Moonwarden leading them.
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"You mistake me for a stallion that would care for your narrow insight."
His opinion aside, glad to see your continuous interest in the tale.
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Indeed he shouldn't. But, I'm not the one who ruled Equestria for a thousand years on her own. I'm not the one who wholeheartedly embraces the morals and ideals that he scoffs at. I'm not the one who has dealt with ponies like him over and over and over again. He should tread much more carefully when around her, if he's unwilling to learn from her.
I can relate with Celestia' s protectivness over Luna.
As an older sister I catch myself doing the same. Even this morning, my sister cut herself suddenly and the first thing i told her is to "look away". Not because i dont think she can handle it, but more along the lines of ," I don't want you to feel this discomfort-" .
Also, my suspicions of moonwarden increase as per usual.
Lastly, maybe this me just being impish, but I REALLY want Midnight eye to learn of this undercover love affair twilight has got goin on
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Moonwarden would be proud of your diligent distrust.
Also... feel free to be impish, I might even indulge it. We shall see.
I loved this chapter sooooo much! Countess midnight is awesome!
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I am very glad you think so! Working on the next chapter already, so stay tuned.
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Much happy griffon warbles!!
Wait wait, hold on. There were 6 Occultani in Maretonia? I thought that there were only Deep Mist and Rowan Berry! -a mare, reddish eyes, pale blue-grey mane- this is definitely Rowan berry. -Stallion, yellow eyes, forelock of grey mane- this might be Deep mist I guess?
Crap, those descriptions are so useless, it is impossible to identify the remaining 4 occultani. I hope that none of those will ever get close to Twilight. She already dealt with one and she has another one in her retinue.
I’m glad that Twilight is starting to be suspicious of Rowan berry. Damn it, if only she could understand the entire conversation. At least now she has the future lord of the mountain of Midnight as her “friend”.
I wonder if Twilight will inquire about the conversation between Rowan Berry and Midnight when they have a moment to be alone again, since she could hear its tone and understand a bit of what was said.
I have really come to like Bright Midnight as a character. She's really a ray of sunshine, which I admit is rather ironic to say about a noctral. Glad she has come to be a friend for Twilight. Also, being able to listen to the tone of one's voice and discern their emotions must come quite in handy as a judge.
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Would definitely help, I'd say, from my legal perspective.
You made a blind mare a judge
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Don't you love allegories?
Wouldn't that be Lord Midnight Eye?
Usually I wait until I have read everything before commenting, but this yarn that you have spun is absolutely incredible and the tale you're weaving from it just keeps on impressing me and I look forward to seeing where this story goes, but for now, I just wanna say.
Ia grat tu, dla hac mirabilu opowiest!
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Wow, that survived a long time! Thank you for the keen eyes!
I ia grat tu, iau priyat! I'm so happy that you are enjoying yourself!