Chapter LXIV – Inviting
The start of Twilight’s night had been... busy, definitely.
First had come the strange visions, filled with conflicting emotions and feelings, the tides and waves that had kept her from slumber.
Then there had been some indulgence with Midnight. One reasonable enough and definitely pleasant... though at the same time giving hope and expectation. About the next chance to come, when they could once more abandon thought and logic and simply enjoy their unparalleled closeness...
But those thoughts she had to keep for later, to avoid a vivid blush.
And, finally, the evening had been marked with reaching a new level of understanding with Rowan Berry, as far as things could have been discerned. And Twilight would, to some degree, jot down that last happening as the most remarkable of all of those.
However... she didn’t feel like celebrating. Especially not in a way that would be considered naïve. The healer might have come to the point where she would refuse to make things “worse” when it comes to her duties and loyalties... but there was still the matter of the sheer definition. What was worse from the noctrale’s perspective? And what was from Twilight’s?
Well, perhaps it was the most prudent thing, actually, to take this little walk and delve on that a bit more, if the circumstances would be right. Besides, a stroll around the Sanctuary sounded like a great idea at all times. Even if there were to be things to address during it.
For example, Twilight had been told of an interesting “clash” about her next, direct destination. And, armed with that knowledge, she was hoping to learn something on the way as well. Because, as it happened... nopony had yet come to her with an official invitation or even acknowledgment that there was an issue with picking the next Mountain to visit.
So either nopony knew anything for certain yet... or there was a serious competition. Quite the surprise.
“We’ve actually talked about the next place to go, I recall. But... considering what you have mentioned, Rowan Berry, would any of you have input to give, maybe?” Twilight asked of her retinue as they were making their way through the curving tunnels of the priesthood caste, before yet reaching the main cavern.
“Honestly? I have a preferred direction,” Midnight told her outright. In a quite flat tone, nonetheless. “Iug u Kwadr might be a quite pretty place. They do put a lot of emphasis on the aesthetic and the like. Not to mention their love of arts of all kinds. But I don’t feel like spending too much time with haspadr Bright Crescent serves anypony...” he pointed out and shrugged when Twilight glanced at him. “Lord Dusk Harvest is far more approachable. And the Dalli are quite wondrous on their own to see for oneself. Not to mention the Mountain is rather interesting to explore.”
Rowan Berry decided to comment as well, having in mind what Midnight touched upon. “My... previous claims about belonging to House Mountrose aside,” she pointed out in a whisper, “I think I would agree. Iug u Waesper has its own charm, so to speak. The waterfalls, the orchards around... Though I wouldn’t call the interior as being of particular appeal, but that depends on the preferences. And, I would need to agree, though with less... disdain,” she added in Midnight’s direction, but he seemed unmoved by it, “that enduring the humors of Yasnu Kwadr is not something I would choose willingly, even if it would mean being allowed to enjoy the intricacies of the Mountain.”
Well, Twilight wasn’t expecting other opinions, truth be told. She, herself, had a certain... apprehension when it came to dealing with Lord Bright Crescent. Despite, of course, what she had heard in good confidence from Lord Blessed Fang. That had brought with itself certain perspective, but not explanation. Not all of it, at least.
Furthermore, whilst Lord Dusk Harvest was more keen on the idea of maintaining peaceful relations with Equestria, the flamboyant leader of the Crescent Family had showed a stance which was far more... enigmatic at best. As frivolous as the pony itself.
He would still needed to be reached somehow, she thought.
“Tell me, please,” she addressed her companions again, struck by a sudden thought, “is there a direct route from here to the Mountain of Crescent? Or would we have to go through the domain of the Dusk Family anyway?”
“Hwalba knaze, every Rodine has a direct access to the Tuarie,” the healer explained patiently. “This is the sacred, ‘neutral’ ground after all. All the Lords need to be able to reach it, never mind any and all animosities.”
“Actually, everypony is allowed to freely visit. No need for asking about being allowed transit through another Family’s land,” Midnight added, for clarity. “But I can tell you have something on your mind, Honored Princess?”
He added the title to avoid unnecessary, obvious fraternization in a semi-public space. Or maybe, Twilight thought, he didn’t want to poke at Rowan Berry after all.
“Just trying to anticipate in advance and come up with possible solutions, don’t mind me,” Twilight responded. “Since I was already allowed to even make such an embassy around Noctraliya, I’d rather it would happen without such issues as, I don’t know, being accused of undue favoritism or simply picking sides quite so early.”
“It might sound strange, coming from me,” Rowan Berry followed that sentence, “but picking sides is what this whole game is about.”
Midnight almost snorted in a brief chuckle. “Actually, coming from you it does not sound even remotely strange.” The healer just rolled her eyes as the stallion continued. “The Honored Princess could request to travel any sort of route, even less optimal one, depending on the need,” he pointed out. “Whatever suits both her needs and is acceptable by the Lords. She’s visiting all who would invite her. Surely that’s not something that needs to be debated by the whole Honored Covenant every single time.”
“You know they would not mind that, don’t you?” Rowan Berry told Midnight in return and he, somewhat unsurprisingly, hissed.
“That I do... That I do.”
Twilight did glance back at her retinue. “In whatever form or way, I am hoping for a common solution to be found, if there is, indeed, a division. Especially on such a matter, which I would consider rather trivial, as I am willing to be present everywhere I am allowed to be,” she accentuated, trying to sound confident, but not presumptuous. “And I think I can safely say that I am keen on achieving arrangements that would satisfy everypony, if possible. Or, at least, make complex situations work until a yet better solution is found.”
Twilight wouldn’t say that she was aiming these words at Rowan Berry, who was diligently following her, but there was certainly place for hope. That this would be simply one more instance to show that Twilight’s intentions were always about cooperation, not division.
She was just left to wonder how much of her skills would be required that particular night still.
The interior of the Sanctuary was as remarkable as ever... not that it was becoming mundane for Twilight, not at all! The picturesque cavern, of trees fashioned out of sheer stone, of glittering, white crystals, like stars hidden between the rocky branches and of the shimmering ponds and fabulous fountains... It was all still as wondrous and awe-inspiring as when she had witnessed it the first time.
Once again it needed to be testified, that the sheer look of this place could definitely invoke the feeling of sanctity and calmness. Tranquility of knowing that one was granted the great honor of dwelling in a space of worship, an oasis of blessed respite among the storms of life and the world. And all of that even without taking into consideration the gigantic sculpture of Princess Luna, the Immaculate Moon, marking the entrance to the Great Shrine. Not that the presence of the Goddess was making this place any less amazing. Quite the opposite, as on top of the many and marvelous wonders of the mundane there was still the glory and sacred company of the divine Mother.
But, speaking of the Princess... Twilight felt a little uneasy. And that feeling had only been growing over the past nights, even if sometimes pushed away from her mind. She was not trying to let it spread all over her, but she couldn’t possibly ignore it.
For she, once again, found herself hoping that receiving a reply to her letter was just a matter of a night or two. Yes, she kept saying that over and over, but... it must have been the case, right? All of her calculations, even considering bad weather, proved that she should have received something already.
Of course, the bat taking the message could have not made it due to, for example, a predator or something, but the local “little brothers” were not that little actually. Definitely sturdier than their brethren in the lowlands, a comparison that held up with ponies as well. So there was only a slim chance at the message being completely lost. And yet no response had reached Twilight yet...
Sigh. She missed Spike... and not only due to his helpful ability of passing messages along to Princess Celestia without much of a delay. She was also hoping that him and the rest of her friends, not to mention both the Princesses, were doing absolutely fine and that things in Equestria did not require Twilight’s immediate attention. The lack of correspondence would testify of that, at least. No news sometimes meant good news, after all...
She really wouldn’t want to have to return at this moment precisely. Interrupting her travels around Noctraliya would not be the best of scenarios, considering the gravity of her negotiations and all... So, Twilight could only hope that... that...
Speaking of interruptions, Twilight’s thought process was, indeed, broken that very moment.
By the sight of a reasonable crowd of batponies. Gathered slightly away from the edge of the great, petrified forest. In a place that was even more familiar to her, actually, because right next to that edelweiss fountain that she had found particularly appealing and by which she had once managed to spend some time with Midnight.
It suddenly looked obvious that Twilight wasn’t the only one to enjoy that particular spot, though the presence of quite that many ponies seemed a little off. That little marketplace, which was situated right nearby, looked pretty much abandoned and she could have sworn that a number of stall owners had decided to close their businesses for a moment to gather around... something. Somepony. It was hard to tell between the amount of them.
“What’s happening?” Twilight asked of her companions, notably sharing her curiosity.
Midnight’s ears were perked and his expression betrayed that he was, indeed, focusing on listening. Trying to catch something among the natural echoes of the cavern, the distant conversations and the whispering of crystal water.
“I hear... music?”
Rowan Berry also nodded, trying to figure out the mystery of the sudden gathering herself. “Those are strings, I think? T... Tac.”
“A performance?” Twilight asked, though the healer just shook her head.
“Haven’t heard that one was planned... though that... Does that sound like Pesne a Argnitke to you?” the mare asked of Midnight, who bit his lower lip a little.
“You... might be right, though I haven’t heard that in a good while,” he replied, intrigued. “Whoever is playing on the poltawca must know their craft, that is not an easy piece.”
Had Twilight heard that right? “Poltawca? Your traditional instrument?” she inquired and both of them did nod. So she turned to Rowan Berry specifically. “And you’ve said that you saw tabards of the Crescent Family?”
“Wait, would you have in mind... Ha...” the healer responded and Twilight was certain that the mare saw where the reasoning was going, especially considering her shifting expression.
Changing similarly to Midnight’s, truth be told. “Hebanu Kwadr i ipa poltawca, ingenu...” he muttered. “If the good hrabiy bratr is here, I wonder if hrabiye Fyildeza Kwadre is not far away herself.”
Twilight glanced back at her beloved. “You... don’t sound too pleased about seeing them again.”
“I know them, yes, that does not mean that I cannot see the issue,” he stated, quite strongly, whilst shrugging just a little. He looked at Rowan Berry ever so briefly. “Saying ‘no’ to Lord Bright Crescent would be one thing,” he pointed out, his eyes returning to Twilight, “but if its him and them? It’s hard to refuse if such a delegation wants to do their thing and invite you to share their company outright, no?”
“Oh... right,” Twilight acknowledged the point, whilst Rowan Berry bobbed her head about.
“Let’s not be too hasty. First let us see if we can actually recognize the hrabiy bratr in this crowd. Judging by the skills,” she commented, as them moving in that direction made the music sound that much clearer, “that is him playing.”
Well, it would be hard to simply ignore such a spectacle, considering it was the focal point for this part of the cavern and its inhabitants. The way that the strings were singing did speak of the talent of the player, after all. But Twilight could also easily tell that they were telling a much different story than the last time she had heard Ebony Crescent’s performance. That time, it had been a tale of loyalty, honor and tragedy. But now?
The high notes were playful and fresh, like droplets of water splashing about, dancing and jumping among crystal, rapid waterfalls. Knowing well of their remarkable beauty and wanting to embellish and dazzle and dance. Whilst the firmer, lower tones murmured stoically, the expanse of the life-granting water lazily moving through the vales. Only sometimes rapid, broken apart by the cataracts of chords. Though Twilight hadn’t quite grasped the title that Rowan Berry had mentioned, she could now try and discern that it was the tale of a river, weaving itself through the majestic mountains, sometimes playfully, sometimes with dignity.
But always beautifully. So much so, that despite Midnight having taken the lead to actually make some space for Twilight to move through the crowd, he found it a little difficult to interrupt the gathered ponies and awaken them from their wondrous stupor of enjoying the song.
And, for all intents and purposes, it looked like that player was also in a trance of their own.
Ebony Crescent, for it was indeed the Count Brother showing his abilities, was sitting on the very same bench which Twilight had used the previous time. His hooves, clad in the pointed gloves which allowed them to dance across the instrument with ease, were constantly moving, shifting, plucking at the strings with practiced grace.
The Count’s eyes were closed, as he was entirely enraptured by his own performance. Fueling its strength with his being, becoming one with his art. So much so, that on his muzzle one could spot not only focus, but wonderment at the story that was being weaved. As if the tale itself was guiding the teller, rather than him being responsible for it.
And the crowd, which was the more incredible for Twilight, was paying her appearance not too much mind, having this sort of a performance occupying their attention! Not that she would blame them, as Ebony Crescents’ music was quite easily managing to touch the strings of her own core.
Grasping and gripping with its ethereal quality.
Soon, however, with the last strings having testified of the majestic river flowing on and on, forevermore, did the Count Brother finish his spectacle. His head lowered, as if in veneration towards the craft and his instrument. A moment later, he lifted his muzzle in a motion no less practiced than the song itself, which caused his deep brown and creamy white mane to shift about. The random pattern in it scrambled even more than usually.
Ebony Crescent then opened his eyes and exhaled, visibly merry. And the crowd did erupt in cheers and loud exhales, mindful only of the sanctity of the place. But even so, the enthusiasm was more than genuine. A couple of expressions, which Twilight could bet were the calls for an encore, sounded all around.
She could eagerly join in the encouragement, as she would now have the chance to enjoy the stallion’s music from its very start and hear it clearly.
Ebony Crescent, looking a little abashed by the gathering he had managed to enchant and summon around him, didn’t seem too keen on playing more, even while still keeping his poltawca by himself. He was bowing his head and thanking the gathered with just enough of the humble gratitude.
But then his gaze landed on Twilight. And his eyes shone immediately with something akin to renewed vigor.
He gently moved the instrument to the side and stood up.
“Ia grat tuyi, kazdukudz, conmod, to bid destel dositu...” he spoke to the crowd briefly and Twilight could have sworn that he had a much stronger pronunciation than she was used to in Noctraliyar. But when his attention immediately turned to her and her alone, with that faint smile coming upon his lips, she really couldn’t focus more on that observation. “Let us, instead, give proper attention to the fact that the Honored Princess of Equestria is among us. I’m the more humbled that she has graced my song with her attention,” he said, with the perfect, Equestrian inflection.
The declaration was followed with a small, but very proper bow, which definitely made the crowd also aim its attention on Twilight. Whether it was a good or a bad thing depended on her now. The Count Brother had put her in the spotlight and that definitely warranted a proper reply.
Thankfully, she could just be honest.
“The Honored Count Brother should pay me absolutely no mind,” she claimed, hoping she could be heard well by all the gathered. “When one is faced with such wondrous music, titles and occupations mean little. Surely it must please even the Goddess Herself to see a child of hers filling the life of others with such joys.”
To say that Ebony Crescent was besides himself would not be an exaggeration, as his pear eyes gleamed no less than those pale crystals which granted the Sanctuary its enchanting illumination. He was looking at Twilight with unmistakable gratitude.
“Please, Honored Princess, please, your words are... they are too much. I’m just a poor poltawca player.”
There was something rather genuine in those sentences, but the obviously downplaying declaration caused the crowd to laugh and kindheartedly protest all around.
Twilight decided that she would address that as well. Hoping that she wasn’t crossing a line, especially with that previous claim of hers... but the gathered ponies didn’t seem to think so. None of the strange glances and cautious scowls that she could remember from just several nights ago were present.
Which was a much welcome change!
“Then, like the rest of us around, could I ask the... poor poltawca player to grant us yet another song, please?”
Ebony Crescent’s abashment was all but gone when Twilight asked him for an encore, she could clearly spot that much. The stallion, still smiling, shrugged as if he was forced to comply, eliciting another chuckle from the ponies around. Then sat down and took the instrument in his hooves. He checked some of the strings and tuned them to perfection again with a few, deft moves.
“Then... what is left there to do? Let there be joy! Topayet u Lumniki!”
The crowd cheered lightly at the title and Twilight was hoping that she could also easily discern the meaning with just a few notes coming from underneath the Count Brother’s hooves.
The stallion took another moment to focus, his hooves already placed in the right position, but his posture letting everybody know that he was getting into the correct mindset to tell that tale of... whatever the song was about.
But, goodness, could Twilight began grasping it right away! The very first few chords already began to pull her firmly into their story, ready to paint the images before her very mind. And since Ebony Crescent had told her that poltawca was not his special talent in itself... she wondered how would that instrument sound in the hooves of a true virtuoso.
Not that the Count Brother was lacking in his own skill, considering the effect his music had on her and the rest of the gathered.
The beginning of the song was faint but steady, with just that little bit of shifting of tones and chords. It brought to mind the grasses of a mountain meadow, swaying gently in the passing wind. Lush and green, healthy and verdant. The freshness, the hues, the movement, all of that was locked right in the notes. Dancing across the strings alongside Ebony Crescent’s hooves, which themselves looked like they were but gently petting the very edges of the grass blades, not to interrupt their calm and stoic swaying...
But what was that?
A wayward note? It sounded like it at first, though instead of surprise or scorn, it caused the crowd to only chuckle lightly. Especially since, whilst still maintaining the chords of the tall grass, Ebony Crescent lifted his head and... made a face, as if the discordance was a surprise to him as well. But there was that visible hint of performance even in his shocked expression.
He then continued, the tipped ends of his gloves returning to the calming tale of the gently swaying grass, carefree and beautiful, having nothing to interrupt its dance and—
Oh, really, again?!
That thought did invade Twilight’s mind and she had to actively stop herself from giggling. One more, false note happened and even the Count Brother looked absolutely appalled. He stared about, his exaggerated aspect screaming outrage.
But not at the would-be mistake of his own doing, but at something daring to interrupt the stoicism of the verdant glade.
Soon came the stillness and the swaying again. And nothing, absolutely nothing was going to change that—!
Oh, but it did! Another note. Then another! One more and yet one after that! Those high, whimsical tones bouncing up from the lush grass of chords, unwilling to simply remain hidden and phlegmatic and swaying!
They wanted to dance.
And Ebony Crescent, as if trying to maintain the coherency of the piece, kept making more and more ridiculous faces, sending apologetic expressions all over the place, causing yet more laughs from the crowd.
He even found a little filly among the gathered, sitting behind her father’s neck and watching the show with wide, awestruck eyes. The stallion winked at her quite overtly, letting her know specifically that what she was hearing was definitely planned and was all in good fun. And she repaid him with a giggle of her own and a smile which Twilight found particularly charming.
Who knew that the Count Brother, when in this element, was so outgoing and energetic!
Speaking of which... it was that very moment when he truly decided to show his craft.
The low chords, dominant before, now remained only to maintain the basis of the song, plucked occasionally by the stallion. But his hooves were now frantically dancing across the shorter strings. Twilight was certain that the instrument only had thirty-one of them in general, but Ebony Crescent made it appear like there were dozens upon dozens, all of different tones and colors of sound. His hooves were moving at a rapid pace, but all the notes shared a certain... bright sharpness. Turning, flying, buzzing about... and Twilight did realize what those were.
Fireflies. Ebony Crescent’s song was composed of hundreds and hundreds of fireflies, dancing excitingly above the green meadow. Which might have not been pleased about the chaos above it initially, but could do little to stop it. So, what was it to do, but provide the green, lush background for the antics of the playful insects, performing their irresistible and seemingly random dance.
But whilst the bugs in the fable might have been all over the place, illuminating the night, the Count Brother’s focus was singular. There were no jerky movements, even as the particular notes required a certain sharpness. No unnecessary delays or hesitations. The way that Ebony Crescent played was almost opportunistic, for every passage of his hoof was hitting strings with forethought, never leaving a moment for wasted chances. There was a certain... resourcefulness in how he played the poltawca, using it to its full potential with great dedication, even if his was a different talent. That much Twilight could eagerly testify about.
The Count Brother was definitely showing a piece of himself through the performance. And the particular piece he had chosen, in the other sense of the word, was undeniably hard. It was more than blatant that he wanted to impress by picking it.
Thrill the crowd... but also Twilight.
She spotted that, ever so briefly but always when he had the chance, the stallion would glance her way. Making sure that she was listening and feeling the music. Experiencing it to the fullest potential. Which she definitely was. But it was almost as if he was... searching for a certain approval from her.
And Twilight felt almost charmed, compelled to grant it. For there was no denying that his abilities were praiseworthy. If he believed that her acknowledgment, as a Princess from a foreign land, would be once more worthwhile, just like it had been that one time before, then she was not going to rob him of that satisfaction.
He had earned it.
But his performance was far from being done. The song was picking up the pace for a while still. Twilight was surprised that the tipped edges of the gloves were not catching themselves in the absolute net of strings at that speed, but Ebony Crescent was making doubly sure that his precision was faultless. Right now, the fireflies of the musical tale were having something akin to a scuffle, leading many of the gathered ponies to enthusiastically tap their hooves in unison, to the song’s tempo gaining and gaining.
Twilight had to fight the urge to join in very strongly, to keep a little bit of decorum. But, finally, even she had to give in, since the clamor of the gathered was becoming yet greater. And Ebony Crescent was paying it his own tribute, hitting the strings with more and more whimsical ferocity. She could almost spot the bead of sweat going down his neck to soak into his rich, walnut-hued attire. The Count Brother finally reached the pitch and the speed of a whole buzzing swarm, moving faster and faster, quicker and quicker, dancing, twirling, flying, buzzing...!
... before his hooves hit the sharp, final chord, the strike marking the ending with strength and gusto. The stallion spread his hooves wide, tossing his head back and with a smile.
And that time the crowd was far less demure and considerate of their surroundings, as loud whoops and stomping echoed around Twilight. She, herself, had to express her amazement with a few, well-measured stomps, as they were more than earned.
The Count Brother exhaled, looking at least a little winded, then stood up and bowed before everypony. Yet picking Twilight as his main focus, without a doubt. His expression was singularly pleased, just like when he had given his best, playing the song about the tragic lovers. But this time, instead of tears, he evoked nothing but laugh and joy.
Though the satisfaction of bringing emotions to the listeners seemed quite the same.
“Ia grat tuyi, ia grat tuyi...” he kept repeating, waiting for the applause to die down. Finally sitting back down, taking off his pointed gloves and even undoing the topmost button of his gown.
Twilight waited for a while, letting the crowd disperse on its own. For a moment she almost forgot that both Midnight and Rowan Berry were by her side. Both of them looking perhaps slightly less enthusiastic about the show, paying more attention to her person and that of the Count.
She would inquire about that, but they weren’t the only ones with such an approach. To her partial surprise, it turned out that among the gathered were also the Crescent Family sentinels, keeping an eye out on the crowd and their charge.
A pair of physically fit and... rather appealing ponies in their own right. A stallion with a long, carmine braid coming down almost to his knees and a mare of strikingly sapphire eyes. Both brandishing tabards with the sign of the bloodline. That of the crescent Moon, with its interior formed out of a number of strands or ribbons. Like an intricate weave, holding a purple gem in its knot. The muzzles of the guardians were stoic and impassive, as it would be expected of them, for certain... but it created quite the contrast with their armaments.
Yes, they shared the kind of equipment with the other wartowneci Twilight had seen, but there was far more fine embroidery and delicate materials about the pair. A certain elegance of their bearing was hard to miss, but she doubted it meant that they were any less prepared to defend their Count Brother than their comrades from the other Families.
The said stallion, having also waited for the crowd to naturally disperse, reached into his robes and produced a small handkerchief to help himself.
“Looks like I’ve done well enough, considering my state,” he claimed, wiping the sweat off his neck. “And I’m rather glad I actually managed to play that well, ab Bogine... But, when one has such an audience...”
Twilight giggled, coming a little closer. It was blatant that he was referring to her and not any other of the witnesses. She felt rather amused by this keenness.
“Wasn’t expecting to see you once again so soon, Count Brother,” she told him, in accordance with the truth. “And in such musical circumstances! I take it it wasn’t a planned performance?”
The stallion bowed his head a little and immediately made some more room on the bench for her. “Not really, I wouldn’t say. I’ve just decided to practice a little.” He wiped his brow, using his other, unoccupied hoof to present the interior of the whole place to her. “These hallowed caverns always inspire me. The grace of the columns, the intricacies of the designs. And those channels, the flowing water’s murmur... It’s not surprising to find one’s soul stirring, it is a truly marvelous place.”
“That I won’t deny,” Twilight admitted, deciding to sit down by Ebony Crescent for a while, granted the silent invitation.
The Count looked doubly pleased by it, though his eyes escaped from her for a brief moment. First towards his bodyguards. “Irai i syednai,” he told them, making them take a bench nearby for themselves, before the stallion’s gaze landed on Midnight. “Good to see you again, Maednoc Wentr. We never did have a chance to catch up last time, did we?” he asked, making Midnight smirk just a little.
Why did Twilight feel like it was a little forced...?
“Duties, Count Brother. Being assigned to the Honored Princess’ retinue takes precedent over anything else,” he commented. And rather officially. “Speaking of which, as you won’t know, this is Yazembe Acine. Accompanying hwalba knaze as a lupule.”
Ebony Crescent’s eyes met Rowan Berry’s, his expression shifting into interest for just a moment. Then, decorum took its place. “Oh, I see, an assigned healer, of course. Very thoughtful. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, then, Rowan Berry.”
“Thank you, hwalbu hrabiy bratr, you honor me...” the mare replied with a proper and dignified curtsy.
The Count repaid it with a nod and a smile, before his focus again switched to Twilight, as if nopony had interrupted him speaking with her. At least, nobody worth the Count Brother’s attention.
“You are being tended to, Honored Princess, that is very good. Honestly, I believe you deserve only the most gracious of treatments,” he expressed his hope and there was something undeniably true about it, as Twilight could tell.
Such a shame he had no idea about who he had just familiarized himself with. But she wasn’t going to be enlightening him.
“Thank you, Count Brother,” she spoke and could spot the stallion’s eyes escaping to her retinue for just a brief moment. “I have received a proper welcome, but any additional gestures of good will I shall accept and receive with gratitude.”
Ebony Crescent smiled, getting rid of the last signs of his demanding performance and neatly folding his handkerchief in a few, precise moves. “I would definitely support that, I think a guest such as you should be treated with nothing but special esteem.”
Something about the way he had said that made Twilight feel a little... tickled, for the lack of a better word. And, was she imagining it, or was Ebony Crescent brandishing a small blush?
Whatever it was, it was gone a moment later. Right as he exchanged the piece of cloth for a comb, right from his robes, to take care of some wayward strands of his two-colored mane.
“Also, I admire your... restraint in words. As my dear uncle did tell me, things in the Covenant have become a bit... hectic.”
Twilight shrugged. But just a little. Enough not to give away that Lord Bright Crescent may have been, himself, one of those “hectic” factors.
“One could say that, but I won’t be the one to propagate that opinion. I’m sure it is understandable,” she told him, much to his kind amusement.
“More than you think.”
Perhaps it was, indeed. She didn’t want to leave that impression hanging, though. “Enough said that the current state of things does allow me to venture around your wondrous domain and experience it in earnest. So I should not really find it in myself to poke holes and criticize, Count Brother.”
“So I have heard, indeed, quite an exciting opportunity,” Ebony Crescent told her, his gaze, again, shifting from her for just a breath. “I-I don’t think it would be out of place to express hope that the Mountain of Crescent will be on the list of the places for you to visit,” he spoke and with anticipation no less.
“I definitely wouldn’t miss the opportunity, Count Brother,” she assured him honestly.
But the stallion only chuckled and shook his head, which forced him to, once more, take care of the rebellious fringe of his mane. But then, hiding the comb, he actually winked at her.
“Please... Honored Princess,” he accentuated and Twilight finally realized what was on his mind. And why were his eyes escaping to the side. “You keeping to the decorum is most gracious, but... I don’t think your retinue shall necessarily mind us using our names, after I humbly requested such an honor. I know mine definitely won’t.”
Twilight felt a little... abashed. She looked at Midnight and Rowan Berry for a brief moment. Well, especially at Midnight.
Yet also trying to figure out if Ebony Crescent was actually putting the discretion of them both into question. His tone was enigmatic at best. But she read into it just enough.
“You... can go and sit as well, of course,” she ordered aloud, pointing at the bench to the opposite side from the Crescent Family sentinels.
Still... it felt a little strange, sending her beloved away, even if it was just a short trot.
And especially to talk with another... well, she couldn’t well deny, attractive stallion like the Count Brother. And to do so one on one, especially. But... for the sake of maintaining a certain standard and hoping that Ebony Crescent’s friendliness could also help in the long run... she had to agree to some things, no?
No, no, that sounded very... that just sounded strange and out of place.
Ugh. Twilight just hoped that Midnight wouldn’t feel like she was fraternizing with Ebony Crescent in an unreasonable way! She wasn’t a stranger to jealousy, but... well, she hoped that her beloved would be a little better at it than she sometimes had been.
Goodness, not to even mention that, with Rowan Berry looking at this situation and all, it all felt so silly and... and...
... was Twilight overthinking things again? She hadn’t had an episode like that for some time. But, yes, that was a bit much to consider, particularly when trying to engage in an actual conversation.
So she decided to just focus on it and nothing else for a moment.
“Just so you know, Count Br...” she spoke and immediately had to correct herself. She shook hear head, hoping to clear it of that sudden influx of thoughts. “Once again. I have not forgotten your polite request, Ebony Crescent. I simply didn’t want to presume. Especially around other ponies. Not to lessen your authority in any way.”
The stallion wanted to say something immediately at first... but then just laughed melodiously. “Please, Twilight Sparkle, that is very kind of you... but I think it is I who was and still is very much daring here. I am just a count. And an honorary one, technically speaking. And I find myself conversing with a powerful Princess of a foreign nation, one of the Divine Aspect and undeniable allure. That alone is putting me at a constant risk of overstepping...” he explained and she could have sworn that he was again blushing just a little.
Well... she felt like she wouldn’t be faring much better, considering his compliment, were it not for the witnesses and all what she had thought of just a moment ago.
“You are most kind, Ebony Crescent. But there is nothing to fear here,” she told him with a small smile. “I think... let us agree that we can talk like two ordinary, extraordinary ponies and that will be that.”
“Quite a way to put it, Twilight Sparkle,” the Count Brother told her with a happy expression of his own. “I shall, definitely, enjoy such a perspective. Though I shall also allow myself to be aware, at least to a point, that one can hardly compare themselves to an alicorn in her splendor. Especially when one’s own ‘extraordinary’ capabilities end on liking to read, playing a musical instrument with just enough skill and being a reserve heir to a Family.”
“Please, Ebony Crescent, you are definitely selling yourself short,” Twilight protested, making the stallion shrug and smile.
“If you claim that, I shall have to accept it, I suppose,” he told her with false doubts, obviously.
However, one expression he had used caught Twilight’s attention quite strongly. Especially considering what Lord Blessed Fang had told her about the, rather tragic, history of the Crescent Family in the still recent years.
“Aside from what you have mentioned about your abilities, Ebony Crescent, you also have a quite remarkable accent. I swear, I would think that I am back in Canterlot, hearing somepony speak like that,” she praised him, causing his smile to widen again and his eyes to sparkle. “However... I think the term ‘reserve heir’ does not sound pleasant in whatever dialect or language.”
“I... believe so too, actually,” he admitted, reaching out and pulling his poltawca a little closer, assuring the instrument wouldn’t topple over. And, perhaps, buying himself a moment to think of a good answer to that declaration. “Don’t get me wrong, Twilight Sparkle, I’m not making sudden, much-too-obvious complaints. There are none, believe me. Mine is a specific situation, being the twin brother of the heir, but I accept it. And find my satisfaction in it too.”
“Actually, could you explain that, perhaps, Count ‘Brother’? And I use that term again only to illustrate the point.”
The stallion gave her a chuckle. “Well... perhaps I also wanted to take care of the... said point by humbly asking for a name basis with you, Twilight Sparkle.” He paused, to look towards the edelweiss fountain for a moment. And smile. “Come to think of it, it is actually quite simple. Usually the manner of succession is straightforward. I believe in Equestrian the term would be translated to... absolute primogeniture. Oldest surviving foal of the Lord inherits the circlet and mantle.”
Twilight had to admit, it was rather impressive to hear Ebony Crescent using such a language with quite the pristine accent. She really felt like she was back home.
“Of course, that is how I understand it from what I know about your nation so far.”
“And rightly so, Twilight Sparkle. But in our case, Ivory Crescent’s and mine, we are twins. There is no manner of a clear age difference. However,” the stallion pointed out, with a little shift of his hoof, “official records of our birth do show that it was her who was, indeed, born first. But since such occurrences are, well, a little intricate... I suppose in both the biological and the political sense,” he added, acknowledging the matter before himself as well, “I am recognized as a ‘close second’. By which I mean, I have the title, I have the appropriate treatment and, Goddess Merciful forbid, if something were to happen to Ivory Crescent, the succession is cleared up. More so, if she were to take the circlet and pass away before her foal would reach adulthood, I would be the one holding the seat, rather than, for example, our mother, Ornate Crescent or my sister’s future husband.”
“That is definitely more than being a ‘reserve heir’, isn’t it, Ebony Crescent?” Twilight pointed out to him, simultaneously grateful for his explanation.
“I really do understand that, please!” he protested with a warm laugh. “It’s just a unique circumstance and distinction, so I enjoy poking fun at it. I suppose my dear uncle simply had to rub off on me to some degree after all those years,” he assessed with a smirk. “I sometimes feel like that solution is a sort of a... consolation prize and a motivator for the sibling. Not to feel like they are left in the dirt just because. Not to even mention that I wholeheartedly support my sister’s ascension when the right time comes. She’s definitely the proper choice here.”
“Oh? And what makes you say that?”
Ebony Crescent showed his fangs in a sharp smile. “What an inquisitive mind, with so many questions,” he told her, but she couldn’t find even a sliver of ridicule in that sentence. On the contrary, the Count Brother seemed rather engrossed by that fact. “How to say it... Actually, maybe a question in return, if I might?”
“Naturally!”
“I suppose you have already heard some... interesting things about our Family,” he began, another playful spark in his gaze. “I wonder, if you would be so kind to share... what sort of ponies are you expecting to meet at our Mountain? What sort of qualities would they find ‘desirable’, should we say?”
“Now, now, Ebony Crescent,” Twilight remarked, trying not to sound like she was in any way chiding the stallion, “I know a loaded inquiry when I hear one!”
He shook his head, still smiling. “Twilight Sparkle, what sort of a pony do you take me for? Loaded questions? Do you think I would really expect you to propagate stereotypes?” He winked at her again. “I heard them all, already. So if you were to find it amusing to repeat them, you can go on ahead. Though I warn you, I might get bored really quickly. And I hate boredom.”
She wasn’t going to risk going down that path, not at all. The conversation was... rather amusing, so Twilight thought it wouldn’t hurt to enjoy it further with some lightheartedness instead.
But before going on, her eyes did escape towards Midnight for just a blink. Unfortunately, such a short glance couldn’t tell her whether her beloved was minding her exchange with the Count Brother, himself not really engaging Rowan Berry in a chat. Just looking into the distance, expression almost perfectly neutral.
Twilight couldn’t do anything about making him smile at the moment...
So she went back to the conversation, for better or for worse. “W-well, Ebony Crescent, I have just returned from the Mountain of Fang, having heard their stereotypes beforehoof and... I cannot say that I don’t see the reason for them,” she admitted, though with clear reluctance, not to give the wrong impression, “but there is far more to each and every Family, I am certain of it.”
“Very astute of you.”
“So... I would think that the Crescent Family would value...” She pondered for a breath. Taking in the Count. And then gazing briefly at his sentinels. “Creative expression, elegance and style.”
The stallion next to her made an impressed face, his tone pleasantly cheery. “Oh, Twilight Sparkle, you must have been around true friends of our bloodline, for certain. Ab Bogine, haven’t heard such praises in ages!”
There was something honest about those words, though Ebony Crescent seemed interested in dressing up that truth in a lot of levity.
“Was I too kind, perhaps?” Twilight quipped, causing him to chuckle further.
“You are kind, that much I can tell about you and there is no ridicule in your politeness. Makes you the more sublime to engage with,” the stallion judged.
And she felt a warm tingle in her as he did so. Trying not to feel bad about it, nonetheless.
Ebony Crescent, in the meantime, decided to reach for his instrument. With forethought, he ran his hoof against one of the strings, producing a tender tone. Much softer one, now that he wasn’t wearing his pointed gloves. It was meant to be the basis for his next declarations, as it seemed.
Less sharp, more down to earth and, in some ways, perhaps more authentic.
“And you are not wrong, no, Twilight Sparkle. Creativity is praised amongst us. Sense of fashion and taste are worth their weight in silver and produce. But I think it would be more... prudent to point out that my Family looks for, first and foremost, excellence. In whatever one does.”
Now that was an interesting outlook. Twilight felt that she would definitely want to hear more about that.
“As in... perfection in the chosen craft and role? And I expect that to be a broader term than one reserved just for artistic expression.”
“Very true. And that is how we see it. Or, at least, how I see it,” he pointed out. “Naturally, as we are known for our architectural exquisiteness and love for arts in all shapes and forms, it is usually that expressive ability which is put on the pedestal. Unsurprisingly. After all, our collective lands have not heard of greater poets than the Crescents, of finer sculptors and more lithesome performers. Yes,” he interrupted himself, in quite the amused tone, “other Families will without a doubt claim otherwise. It is their right... but that does not mean that right they are.”
Ebony Crescent didn’t seem to mean that in a malicious way, but Twilight could clearly see a certain resemblance to his noble uncle as he had made his claim.
The Count Brother continued, his hoof resting on his trusted, musical tool. “However, we see value and seek the ideal in many crafts and occupations. You might say that a particularly skilled fruittender, growing wondrous flowers, can achieve grandeur that would be widely praised. A carpenter skilled in engravings, or a builder who erects wondrous monuments and can make a marvelous food arrangement, if they are so inclined, can be both rightfully praised. Within the purviews of the castes, naturally,” he pointed out, with almost a knowing smile, as Twilight took note. “Prowess requires a certain creed to adhere to, as it is said, no?”
“I think so... though as long as it is not limiting,” she pointed out. And decided to clarify further. “You must understand, Ebony Crescent, that the idea of a system like yours is still a novelty to me. Especially in regards to how it can offer one but limited knowledge to gain and master. Reserving certain matters for the appropriate castes and roles I sometimes find... restrictive.”
The stallion grinned a little. “Then you shall be pleased, Twilight Sparkle, to know that our Family has a clear distinction between what one does as duty and what one does as, as it is said in Equestria, a ‘hobby’. After all...”
Ebony Crescent looked around the Sanctuary, as if to drink yet more inspiration from it. He inhaled deeply, taking in the scent and the feeling, while holding his poltawca meaningfully. There was something simultaneously joyous and melancholic about him that very moment.
“I cannot imagine being just a scholar,” he continued, clearly appalled by such a possibility. “Dusty tomes and obscure parchments have their beauty, without a doubt. To preserve the past, to study it and hope to yet again realize the mysteries of history is noble and fascinating. Still, there is so much more to one’s life, in the present, in the ‘now’... than an assigned role. Beyond the bounds. Not that one should begrudge them, nor should that keep one from mastering his tasks.”
“I utterly understand, Ebony Crescent. And I’m glad that things are like that, I wouldn’t get to hear your wonderful music otherwise,” Twilight replied. Going with a slight praise, which was clearly appreciated, considering the stallion’s expression.
“I thank you, again, truly... Such praises simply cannot be ignored. Though...” His hoof ran across the side of the poltawca, almost intimately. “I should really invite you to enjoy some true virtuosity, Twilight Sparkle. One that can resonate within and truly unlock one’s inner emotions and passions.”
She gave the Count Brother a side glance. “Is that a thinly veiled invitation to visit the Mountain of Crescent next, Ebony Crescent?”
“Might be.”
The stallion replied in an almost cheeky way... though Twilight could easily see that he had to fight the urge to swallow out of a sudden. Some wayward abashment must have caused that, she presumed.
“But! Let me not get ahead of myself quite yet,” he said as well, regaining more confidence. “The point I was attempting to reach, is that I deeply believe that my dear sister has such great potential in her, that she will be both a very... how do you say that... ‘matter-of-fact’ ruler, whilst also being a prudent example of our Family’s values.”
“Quite the praise, Ebony Crescent,” Twilight pointed out, though with a note of understanding. She had her Big Brother Best Friend Forever, after all. It was easy to imagine the bond that the Count Brother had with Ivory Crescent. And they were also twins!
“Utterly deserved,” the stallion did reply, with a knowing smile. “She is a warrior of sharp fangs. And an even sharper quill, if I do say so myself.”
“Oh! Is she a writer, then, as her ‘hobby’?” Twilight pressed for details.
“A poet, to be precise, yes. She loves to point out the beauty of nature and the... non-beauty of some of our kin. A satire here, a lampoon there,” he explained, chuckling to himself. “I must have heard hundreds of biting limericks about myself for all of those years...”
“Ivory Crescent did not seem quite like that,” Twilight admitted, trying not to chuckle at the Count Brother’s tone. “As little as I have interacted with her when I was introduced to you both. Is she really that mischievous?”
“She’s my twin sister, it is her prerogative. But may that knowledge not ruin your opinion of her, Twilight Sparkle. I mean it. She has all the best qualities of the Family. In that she... she definitely resembles our father, may he dwell in Silverheaven. I have taken after my mother, I believe. Or, I might just be an amalgamation.”
Now, one could be quite amazed at the Count Brother reaching for such vocabulary... but more than that, Twilight focused on that visible shift in his expression at the mention of Brilliant Crescent.
The problem being, she couldn’t possibly reveal more than what she could have somehow heard about the unfortunate fate of the twins’ father. Blessed Fang had requested her discretion, after all.
But, she could be herself. Compassionate. After all... the siblings both must have been very young when it had happened and yet it was clear that the loss was still affecting them to some degree.
Or, at least, touching the stallion before her.
“I... sense, Ebony Crescent, that the mention of your father has caused you sadness. And it isn’t complicated to figure out why exactly. So, of course, you have my condolences. I’m sorry for your loss.”
The stallion looked at her for a longer moment, then finally exhaled with a sad smile. Though that wasn’t enough to hide that his pear eyes, aside from growing a little redder, also had a certain softness to them.
“Thank you, Twilight Sparkle, your insight is quite accurate... and welcome. And your words I do cherish,” he admitted, blinking a couple of times to banish any and all possible tears. “I treasure the memories I have of him, but memories are not a pony’s presence,” he declared, nodding to himself. “However, life is full of wondrous things and beautiful moments... but, as a complex matter, existence has to contain a certain... gloom. As much as we might not wish to drink of that sulfurous and bitter font, we need to be aware of the taste. So that we know the wonder of joyous streams and allure of crystalline, refreshing nights...”
Ebony Crescent remained silent for a breath, then exhaled again, this time with more of a laugh than weariness.
“Ab Bogine, have I caught myself being too lyrical again? How embarrassing.”
“Not at all, Ebony Crescent,” Twilight responded, giving him a reassuring smile and a kind look. “Those words were both meaningful and far from grandiloquent.”
“Why, thank you, Twilight Sparkle, I deeply appreciate that. And yet...” he pointed out, gazing back at her. With intent, as well. “... speaking of what’s pompous and grandiose, I suppose I am warranted to use this opportunity to pass on my uncle’s... and my Lord’s, naturally, invitation.” The stallion bowed his head a little. “The Mountain of Crescent, the seat of our noble Family, is open to you and awaits you eagerly.”
“Why, thank you, Ebony Crescent. Such a gesture is very welcome,” Twilight told him... but something about the Count Brother spoke of more. Though she couldn’t discern what it was.
The stallion definitely wanted to show her, however.
“I hope that what comes next will not be unbidden, then. I know it to be permissible in your culture, when conversing with a mare of dignity and charm. So I shall, once again, be daring...”
Twilight wasn’t sure what he was referring to, at first... but then Ebony Crescent’s wing extended rapidly, as if to shield her from something behind her. She would ask, and yet the stallion was faster still.
He reached out for one of her forehooves and, before she could react to anything that was happening... kissed her pastern with nothing short of deference.
“... in hoping that you shall grace my home with your august presence, Twilight Sparkle.”
... what had just happened?
Twilight felt a little stupefied, for certain. Well, that was an understatement... she was utterly and hopelessly confused!
The Count Brother’s gesture was... certainly unexpected. Rather unthinkable in regard to the local customs! Actually breaking one of the more key ones, especially with it’s... quite intimate nature!
Oh, he didn’t linger, definitely, not to risk much too much. It happened fast enough to actually leave Twilight considering whether it had occurred in the first place! And Ebony Crescent was now sitting back as he had previously been. Wings folded, back straight and expression warm.
But... the moment still had happened.
And... and it wasn’t necessarily invasive, no! It was a custom in the higher society in Equestria, maybe a little outdated, but definitely present. But... Twilight wouldn’t think that anypony around here would actually dare to... to try and be quite so suave. Especially with all the talk about the conservative behavior when it came to gestures like that!
Still... the worst part of this for Twilight was that... was that it wasn’t an unpleasant thing to experience. Not at all. Quite the opposite, she had to shamefully admit. And... she wasn’t necessarily sure what to do with that private, inside confession.
Well, first thing was to realize that the kiss had happened in public.
Twilight quickly looked about, now in full realization of what had just transpired. And she must have been also visibly nervous, aside from just internally, considering how she felt her neck jerking as she glanced about.
Feeling like she was about to become even more jittery.
The Count Brother’s guardians didn’t seem to pay much mind to his “transgression”, their gazes betraying simply professional interest in what was occurring. Whether that meant something or anything at all didn’t particularly hold Twilight’s attention.
What did, however, was the pair of stares from both Rowan Berry and Midnight Wind. The former having an expression that could have well appear uninterested to the untrained eye... yet was anything but. Considering the mare’s occupation and her already vexed opinion on Twilight’s presence and... influence over Midnight, not to mention a rather traditionalist approach that the healer seemed to hold... Yes, that was a gaze of somepony shocked, appalled and clearly irritated by what she had just witnessed.
And speaking of Midnight... the same sort of irritation was blatant in those keen eyes of his. But Twilight could surely bet that the reason for it was much, much more personal than the breaking of a social standard. No, there was something about her beloved’s stare that definitely didn’t belong there.
Or, at least, something she didn’t want to ever witness in his piercing, saffron gaze.
But before anything could be done and an explanation could be offered... things became even more complex.
Almost.
Just as Twilight was planning on saying something, having the daring and dashing Ebony Crescent before her and the love of hers to the side, shooting daggers at the situation, she spotted another newcomer that was going to join this mess of a scene.
She supposed that, in the middle of her talks and the general noise about the cavern... and Tartarus knew how many onlookers witnessing the Count Brother’s stunt were it not for the “screen” of his wing... Twilight definitely wouldn’t have spotted a pony, dressed in a circlet and a cloak of a Lord, emerging from in between the stone trees of the Sanctuary.
She could almost swear upon and thank the Immaculate Moon for Her help, because had Lord Dusk Harvest arrived but a few second earlier, he would have seen exactly everything that had taken place.
And then where would Twilight be?!
Or... was she overreacting? She couldn’t deny that her heart was racing, though she could also clearly admit that it hadn’t been solely the Count Brother’s gesture that had caused it. Though it had been the initial impulse.
The Lord of the Dusk Family was patiently making his way towards her. Though, despite apparently missing the breach of the taboo, the haspadr looked at least a little displeased, Twilight could tell even from this distance. She was sure that none of the four sentinels he had with him shared his annoyance, but they could have been hiding it behind firm professionalism, if there was really a sort of competition happening between them and the ones from the Mountain of Crescent.
There was one creature that definitely looked far more appalled, betraying that she could have witnessed something after all. Blossom, of all the present, resting against her master’s neck. She had a rather fierce expression on her little muzzle, indeed, though... who could have known these things, when it came to actual bats?
... though the grey guardian of Dusk Harvest had proved time and again that she was a viciously intelligent creature.
Ebony Crescent, definitely not unaware of how close he had been to being caught, but paying the issue little mind apparently, stood up without a rush. He buttoned his gown all the way up again, then politely awaited for Dusk Harvest to come closer, before offering a proper bow of his head, as befitted greeting a Lord.
And Twilight, somehow breaking the stupor she had found herself in, also got up and curtsied as it was required.
Dusk Harvest repaid her with a faint, nervous smile. Which, unfortunately, lasted only for a moment.
“H-H-Honored P-Princess, I am g-glad to see y-you again...” he began, trying his best to combat his heavy stutter. Especially when his gaze turned to Ebony Crescent. “B-but I see th-that I am t-t-too late. The C-C-Count B-Brother was c-clearly hunting for y-you...”
Twilight shot the stallion next to her a curious glance, considering the expression used, but he only rolled his eyes. Which was already quite audacious when talking with a ruler, she would think.
“Honored Lord, that is hardly accurate,” Ebony Crescent voiced his protest, though his tone remained quite polite. “True, I was tasked to pass an invitation by my noble uncle, but the Honored Princess is hardly some... game to be trailed and ensnared. Far from it. And she shall be a much welcome guest at our Mountain.”
Dusk Harvest, despite his natural problems with communication, did speak with his stare alone. And in it Twilight sought and, indeed, found some continuous irritation, melded together with discontent.
Blossom, nuzzling her master’s neck just a little, also gave the Count Brother an unpleasant glare. She got a little scratch for her eager participation, even.
Why did Twilight suddenly think like there was far more to this entire situation...? Her gut, twisted as it was right now, did share with her the feeling of unease. And the notion that she wasn’t “enjoying” but the start of this disagreement, but had been dropped right in the middle of it, whether she liked it or not.
The Lord, in the meantime, shook his head, which Blossom did mimic with an almost comical precision, were it not for the general atmosphere around.
“I-I have l-little t-t-time for c-commenting on that and y-your uncle. Y-y-you know w-well that it w-would be m-much b-better for the H-H-Honored Princess t-t-t—”
He tried to finish, with all his strength. And, at least, Ebony Crescent allowed him to do so, remaining stoic and still.
“To!” Dusk Harvest finally shouted, the echo carrying it through the place. “To f-first c-come to see the M-Mountain of D-D-Dusk. M-makes more sense. W-we are t-t-tackling the p-possibility of f-finding...”
The Count Brother lifted his hoof just a little, seeking the permission to speak. And the Lord, perhaps knowing that he had made his point already and there was no reason for trying to say it all aloud, permitted it.
Though with a rather curt gesture.
“Honored Lord, I feel... definitely out of place, arguing this matter further, especially in before our guest,” Ebony Crescent pointed out, trying not to sound in any way irritated. But Twilight felt that the tension was there after all. “I believe correspondence has been exchanged for many a night now. Yes, considering the travels of the Honored Princess so far...” He glanced at her with an acknowledging nod. “It makes certain sense for her to continue through the Mountain of Dusk. And yet there is nothing terrible in allowing her to come to the Mountain of Crescent first.”
“Y-You do know th-that y-your uncle w-wishes t-t-to push f-for that s-so strongly only b-b-because Kiwarule,” the Lord declared, pointing at his faithful bat companion, “m-m-messed up his mane?”
There was a momentary pause, before Ebony Crescent shook his head again. “With all due respect, Honored Lord, that is just preposterous. My uncle and Lord might be viewed and considered eccentric by some, but he’s not so petty,” he stated.
Twilight could add her own opinion on the matter... and she felt like she should have entered this conversation in some way, but it was hard to interject without feeling like it would be out of place.
Yes, she had been warned of a clash happening, Rowan Berry had been very prudent to actually do that... but Twilight had no idea that she was, herself, the focal point of a quite strong disagreement.
“There are far better reasons for the Honored Princess to first enjoy the hospitality of our Mountain,” the Count Brother spoke further. “I honestly doubt that she had a chance to find some rest and recuperation lately and the Crescent Family will gladly offer to take her mind away from the stress, even if for just a moment.”
“N-n-naturally,” came Dusk Harvest’s response and Twilight couldn’t think of ever having witnessed the Lord being quite so derisive.
And, honestly, she wasn’t sure what was the exact point of it all!
It’s not like she couldn’t visit both of the Mountains at some point. She supposed that the order of visits had a certain value to some, but... no, impossible, something else was happening. It must have been. And yet she couldn’t figure out what.
She managed to glance to the side, where Midnight stood at attention, alongside Rowan Berry. But her beloved looked still far less focused on the issue of their next destination and more on the pear-eyed stallion right next to Twilight.
One that, it appeared, at least understood that she wasn’t just an unfortunate bystander in the current, messy situation.
“Honored Lord, please, there is no room for irritation here,” Ebony Crescent replied, and somehow didn’t sound at all condescending. “The Honored Princess is her own mare, as well as a royal. She can decide what is best for her. And I am certain that she will respond to a warm invitation without fault, having in mind her breeding and kindness. It is ultimately her decision. Forcing her to head to the Mountain of Dusk against her will would be greatly unbecoming.”
Lord Dusk Harvest gave the Count Brother another glare and Blossom even hissed a little. So... yes, that was as good of a moment as any to actually join in.
And Twilight would have been rather thankful for Ebony Crescent’s words about having the right to choose, but even him kissing her hoof could not hide that his statements were trying to propound for her the preferred action.
She wasn’t that disoriented.
“Well, ah...” she oh-so eloquently began, but rapidly managed to regain her focus and conviction. “Thank you, Count Brother, you are most polite. I seek not for my travel to be a source of any conflict. I believe this situation can be dealt with in a way that would satisfy everypony... or at least without leaving anypony with a grudge, if it can be avoided. And there would be no need for exchanging slights or theatrical gestures.”
She knew what she meant by that last remark. And she knew that Ebony Crescent knew.
Was there a tint of a blush on his cheeks at being called out like that? She hoped that he wasn’t begrudging that declaration right away.
But... Twilight also hoped that Midnight had heard her words clearly enough. Just to, maybe, calm things down a bit. She would have to deal with the Count Brother’s debonair action later.
For now, at least Lord Dusk Harvest looked a little less worried. “V-very well, Honored P-P-Princess. A-at least in that, I-I can agree w-with the C-Count Brother. Y-y-you have every right t-to choose.”
“We are in accord,” Ebony Crescent likewise assured.
Well, Twilight would be happy about that, at least, but... there was still something not letting her mind rest. And it wasn’t the matter of making this particular situation work with some diplomacy.
They both wanted her to head to their respective Families with equal dedication, despite Lord Dusk Harvest being around for just that last couple of minutes. And even right in the pleasant conversation with the Count Brother there had been a certain expectation, Twilight was more than sure of it.
Why did she have a feeling that making the right choice there and then would have far-reaching consequences?
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Just as I finish a longer fic, a treasure like this updates. Wondrous day!
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Oh, thank you, I appreciate that.
Oh my gosh, please, stop it, Ebony Crescent's crush on Twilight is too cute! I think I'm going to die of adorability overload here!
Other than that, though, solid chapter. Dusk Harvest seems to be stepping up his game with every appearance, though, as this chapter shows, not always in a good way (I don't care who he's acting as an agent of, Ebony Crescent is too sweet to act so irritated towards). The fierceness of his competition with House Crescent, and the anger he displays in his encounter with the cinnamon roll Ebony Crescent, makes me think that he's not just trying to get Twilight to visit House Dusk's lands but also trying to keep her away from House Crescent's.
I have a feeling that Dusk Harvest is lying here, that he knows that there's another reason Bright Crescent wants to speak with Twilight. Or, rather, another reason Azure Mist, who seems to have a close ally in Bright Crescent, would want to see her:
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I won't stop, it's too much fun.
And yes, there are reasons. Feel free to try place your bets, I always enjoy seeing that.
I caught a few typos. Assuming Ebony Crescent is the correct name anyway.
As to which mountain to visit next they are in the Immaculate Moon's most sacred space it's worth a shot to pray for a sign to where she wants Twilight to go next.
Faaaaangs that kid is smoooooth. Like a young Antonio Banderas.
Hmmmm, I think that 'a pox on both their houses' is a bit much though I do believe that both have lost some style points for their exchange ...
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By the Goddess... what a mess! And I especially checked for those!
Thank you very much. The unfortunate circumstance of having a similarly named character.
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Hah, quite the comparison!
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Something is rotten in the state of Noctraliya.
oh my, you better watch out Twilight, it looks like Ebony Crescent knows what he is doing in trying to seduce you
and hopefully she will get the letter from Discord soon
this is gonna be very interesting
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Here's hoping I can make things complex enough.
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ohh definitely, this is not what i expected
but not disappointed, this just get more and more interesting as events unfolds
and the mentioning of the letter and Spike (dragon fire) nice touch
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Why, thank you. I try not to leave loose ends... and if it seems so, well, I'm playing the long game usually.
Ebony Crescent seems very talented nad has an air of a casanova about him although it might just be that he's popular because of his kills and rather forward. Twilight will try to find out what the reason for this competition is but she certainly won't get it by asking. I'm sure that Twilight will reassure Midnight Wind whent hey have a moment of privacy not that he would suspect of Twilight asking for the kiss it would help to set his mind at ease. Also I added this story to my favourites becaue it simply is that good.
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I'm glad it finally convinced you!
I'm sure all things can be resolved by just having an open and honest conversation, no?
Still no sign of what happened to Discord... And now Twilight is faced with the problem of picking her next destination! How can she escape this situation without causing insult to one of them?
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Tune in next time!
I'll make sure to pull this slingshot back as much as possible without it snapping, to get you folks the best result.
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You dastardly writer!
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Oh, always.
I know the count is just acting. He knows Rowan berry maybe even more than Twilight. Where did discord put the letter? I hope Twilight will soon find it.
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A harsh reminder?
And all in good time, indeed.
Wonderful chapter! Ebony Crescent proved to be quite a charmer, not just a colt always lost in his books. Oh, and now it is Midnight's turn to be jealous.
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There's a lot to our dear Count Brother, isn't there?
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He is a nice pony, but he should watch out for Midnight Wind
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Glad and proud to be. 😇
Also by other club, I'm assuming its the anti-Moonwarden readers for I have seen a few around.
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Hey, I'm not blaming anybody. Moonwarden is a character tough to like.
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No no I get that and your right he is one. Also was not trying to through anyone under the bus. All was said in good fun. 😇
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Thank you, it really is a fascinating story that you have developed with a lot of things that can be read between the lines, which I like. Though I fully accept that all of my theories could be wrong completely but that is part of the fun.
The thought had occurred. That a letter of introduction written by luna would have solved so many problems. Ya know.... actual diplomacy things...
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Yes, but what I would be writing about then? Proper diplomatic conduct? Where's the drama in that?!
This is a really great story and I look forward to trading more!
How many chapters is this fic going to have before it finishes?
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No clue, my friend.
In all seriousness, I never did a count. I'll just keep writing until things are said and done. And we're not done yet.
Oh no… somebat’s gonna be pretty mad 😟
The crescent family are certainly an interesting bunch.
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Five points to anybody guessing what sort of "vampire" myths I am connecting with them.
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Mhmm, I would say the myth that noctrali are keen on elaborately inviting others to their houses.
.... And I also fear, the myth of being able to take over minds of others....
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Do you want to wait for your points a few more chapters?
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Oh yes!
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That probably means Twilight’s gonna visit the Crescents first😂
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Or it's a clever misdirection. Never doubt in an author's ability to complicate things.
Hnnnnng. Neeed moooree!!
Discord where are you!?!?
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More is in the making at a steady pace. Stay tuned.
I mean... there was a statistical chance some batpony other than Midnight Wind would find the stunningly pretty, exotic, genius royal from another country who also happens to be as close to an angel their mythology has (of a goddess they claim to respect even if not their main one) and directly helped get their mother goddess back and is also very friendly and charming, at least the tiniest amount of moderately attractive.
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Oh, you think?
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Some xenophilic fantasising seems almost a given. Perhaps not to the point of making it a fetish, like Equestria does with batponies, but I very much expect there to be some curiosity simmering in hidden places, away from prying eyes and stifling dogma. Perhaps it's not something to be discussed openly, ever, but at the same time, lonely hearts probably wondered at times how it would feel to hold one of these supposedly colourful, soft, and adorable sunponies in their arms. Any books about that are most likely not openly circulated either.
And that's not even going into what an incredible package deal Princess Twilight Sparkle herself is, as explained above. I would be even less surprised if, after some time, a gaggle of young batpony stallions ands mares develop who all believe they can be the one to "save" the Honored Princess by converting her to the Immaculate Moon and making her fall in love with them in the process, like they're living some stereotypical romance story.
Shots fired!
Ayo?
Is he really...?
Oh no... Oh... Oh no, he really is... Oh boy...
Hmm... The chin scratching continues.
I'm with Blossom.
Yeah, I highly doubt that.
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"Ayo", indeed.