//------------------------------// // 1. At the Gala // Story: Glow // by Carapace //------------------------------// Her officer’s uniform had been dry cleaned and ironed to perfection. Each and every one of her medals and bands had been taken off and polished until she could see the fiery orange of her eyes reflected in them. The meeting with Princess Celestia had come as a surprise—short notice, given that it had nothing to do with military action or performance review. But, like Captain April Showers always said, “When the big mare calls, we answer. Don’t question it. Just go. And be ready for anything.” Little did she know, anything literally meant anything. Leaning up against a column, Spitfire sighed and ran a hoof through her mane as she searched the crowd for her target—or, rather, the mare she’d be escorting this evening. “Of all the things for her to ask,” she mumbled. “Kinda off the wall, even for her.” “Captain Spitfire—” Princess Celestia had begun, smiling down upon her from her throne “—thank you for meeting with me today.” Spitfire kneeled before her, dipping her head low and keeping her eyes focused on the red carpet until ordered to rise. “Anything to be of service, Your Highness. What can I do to help?” “Rise. Let’s not stand on ceremony, my friend,” she’d commanded, “I was wondering, might I ask what you had planned for the Grand Galloping Gala?” She’d shrugged. “Nothing much, Princess. I was just gonna tag along with Lieutenants Fleetfoot and Soarin, kinda play third wheel until they gave me the nod, maybe hang out by the bar and chat with a couple ponies. But I can cancel if need be.” Blinking, she’d tilted her head. “Is that what you wanted to ask about? Making sure that I was free so I could go on an assignment?” “Oh, no, Captain! Quite the contrary! I wanted to make sure that my request wouldn’t conflict with any other plans,” Princess Celestia smiled brightly. “In fact, this works out just perfectly.” “Uh… not to be rude, but how’s that?” “Well, I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind spending a little bit of time with my former student, Princess Twilight Sparkle.” Spitfire had recoiled. “No disrespect, Princess, but shouldn’t that be up to her friends? And, if I recall, she was glued to your side at last year’s Gala—before everything went wonky.” Giggling, Princess Celestia nodded. “Indeed she did! Which is actually why I wanted to ask you to pull her away for a bit—hear me out,” she held up a hoof to forestall an argument. “I love Twilight dearly, like the daughter I never had, and I’m pleased that she’s made so many friends. But… well, she does have a tendency to hang around me a bit too much when she visits, and I’d like her to work on pursuing other relationships. The Gala would help her with that.” “So, why can’t you introduce her to a few ponies, Princess? I’m sure anypony would be happy to—“ “No.” A single shake of her head. “I need somepony trustworthy, Captain. Somepony who will treat her with the respect she deserves as a princess and as a mare.” She leaned forward, steepling her hooves and regarding Spitfire with a critical gaze. “Can I trust you, Captain?” Shaking herself out of her reverie, Spitfire let her eyes wander around the great ballroom. She smiled and nodded to a couple of passing ponies—a rather well-to-do couple, if the custom tux on the stallion, and the soft peach dress and pearl necklace around the mare’s neck were anything to go by. Classy, she thought with a nod. And that’s a nice dress, too. A smile played upon her lips, good to see a couple of ponies enjoying the night already. The Gala was in full swing by now. The guards had rolled out the red carpet—literally—as the door opened to welcome the attendees and the Royal Canterlot Chamber Ensemble played a nice, slow melody for everypony to enjoy. They’d certainly pulled out all the stops. Of course, the Grand Galloping Gala was the main event of any socialite’s calendar. Anything less just wouldn’t do. Though, in her modest opinion, the ice sculpture of the four princesses near the food table was a tad cliché. Then again, since it was the first Gala where the entire Royal Family was present, it made a bit of sense. Now, where is she? Spitfire craned her neck to see over the heads of the guests, her bright orange eyes darting this way and that in search of her target. A task far easier said than done in the crowd. “She’ll be at my side, most likely. She helped plan things out this year, so she’ll be fretting over whether or not things are to my liking—of course they will be. Twilight can be a bit silly like that. Always has been.” A fair point. And it made things easier in terms of searching her out. Spitfire pushed off her post and began making her way through the throng of ponies, weaving in and out between crowds gathered for conversation, and ducking underneath a floating tray of hors d’oeurves as one of the staff trotted by. Probably still near the door, about to come in. All four princesses were greeting this year, and then things were gonna get going. She passed by Fleetfoot and Soarin’, grinning as she heard them laughing uproariously with their audience, struggling to recount the night they’d tricked a rather drunk Firestorm into eating a ghost pepper during last year’s trip to Stalliongrad. As one stallion began to make a remark, Fleetfoot cocked her head toward him, listening patiently before laughing and nodding in reply. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a flash of rainbow mane and matching dress. Rainbow Dash was just a few ponies away from two of her biggest idols. If possible, Spitfire’s grin widened when Soarin’ turned to Rainbow and brought her into the conversation, the younger mare’s feathers ruffling excitedly at the chance to rub elbows with them. A quick mental note to thank him for taking the time to chat with their top prospect, and she turned her focus back to her goal. “Please, just show her a good time. I want her to socialize with a few new ponies—I want her to foster new relationships, and I think the Gala would be an excellent opportunity for that.” “Forgive me for asking, but couldn’t you just tell her that?” The little chuckle and shake of Celestia’s head were still visible in her mind, Spitfire wrinkled her nose as she stepped around the herald and brushed past the ponies entering through the main doors. “It’s not that simple, Captain. Not the sort I’m referring to. You must understand, I’m doing this with her happiness in mind—she’s very precious to me.” “I can respect that, Princess.” There they were. The four princesses, each clothed in magnificent dresses, looking the very picture of immaculate beauty. Princess Cadence stood close by her husband, the ever-dutiful Captain Shining Armor, with the tips of her pink-and-purple feathers brushing up against his side. The loving couple wore bright smiles, telling of their youth and happiness as they greeted guests with excitement evident in their voices. Princesses Celestia and Luna stood side by side, head and shoulders above the rest, with serene smiles on their muzzles. They favored a more sedate greeting—a polite nod of their head, acknowledgement of their guests’ names, and an invitation to enter. But on Princess Celestia’s right side, stood the mare Spitfire had been looking for. Her tricolored mane was done up nicely—a bit of extra bounce in her bangs, and the curls at the end of her mane were a far cry from her typical look. Certainly different from the almost utilitarian “flat bangs, straight mane” style she was accustomed to, and the gleaming crown atop her head almost seemed out of place. Her dress, though, was something else—Spitfire was no expert on fashion, and she wouldn’t have thought a pony of mulberry coat could pull off a cyan dress with blue flowers around the neckline, let alone the orange sash tied off into a nice bow around her back. She could happily go on record as wrong in that regard! Twilight Sparkle, Princess of Friendship and former student of Princess Celestia, had transformed from the studious little unicorn living in a small town on the edge of a forest to a full-grown mare. Spitfire fought down a grin, and the urge to let loose a whistle. Down girl! I promised I’d behave tonight! “Please just show her a good time, and get to know her mare to mare. Whatever comes of it is up to the two of you—I only ask that you treat her with respect, Captain. She is still your princess, and, along with Princess Cadence, the closest thing I have to a daughter. My family is my world. You don’t mind if I mention your aversion to being crowded, do you?” Like a good officer, she eyed her target and took note of Princess Twilight’s posture—the way she ruffled her feathers, how her purple eyes darted from the guests to Princess Celestia in between greetings, even the slight strain in her smile. The Princess of Friendship was bored. She made her approach, a winning smile on her muzzle as she stopped beside the Royal Family and knelt. “Good evening, Your Majesties,” she greeted. “Not at all. I understand, Princess. Don’t worry, she’s in good hooves.” Maybe she could make things work this time. “Welcome to the Grand Galloping Gala, Mister Jet Set! And you too, Madam Upper Crust! We’re very glad you could make it this evening!” Her greeting was as practiced and grating as the stiff posture she assumed, and her sincerity as false and plastic as the smile on her muzzle. Twilight fought the urge to sigh—one she’d been battling for some time now. She stole a glance to Celestia, a spark of hope that their eyes would meet and a silent plea could be sent. This was supposed to be different. We were supposed to spend time together, actual teacher-student time—or is it more familial now that Cadence and Shiny are married? Twilight shook her head. Inner rambling when she was supposed to be focused on greeting ponies, not good. Celestia wouldn’t be too impressed if she stared blankly off into space and got lost in thought, especially not in front of such high profile guests. The sigh escaped her lips before she could stop it, her wings dipped just a tad before she caught it and righted her posture. No, bad. There’s still a full night, the Gala has only just begun—there’s plenty of time for us all to spend together. Be patient. Easier said than done. She shifted in place, trying to find the sweet spot in her shining, golden horseshoes. It’d only be for a little bit—or so Twilight told herself an hour ago. Had an hour even passed? It certainly felt like it, what with her forcing a smile, standing through a bunch of feigned praise and overly formal exhalations. Plastic smiles and flattering words without actual feeling. A far cry from what she’d grown accustomed to in Ponyville. “Good evening, Your Majesties.” Twilight’s ear flicked toward the voice sounding from just outside the ballroom door—raspy and feminine, but holding a sort of warmth the other guests lacked. She turned away from welcoming Fancy Pants and his plus one, Fleur de Lis, and made to greet the newcomer. The words died in her throat as her eyes locked with a pair of brilliant orange, striking even among other pony folk. Blinking, she took a second look, her gaze flitting from the newcomer’s eyes to the sunny yellow coat, and two-toned orange mane, brushed and styled to look like flames in the wind, and a navy blue uniform with gleaming gold medals and colorful ribbons that told of years of service to the Crown. Twilight knew her face quite well, even if she wasn’t a Wonderbolts superfan. “Captain Spitfire?” she found herself asking. Before Spitfire could reply, Celestia turned and greeted her with a smile. “Oh, Captain, I was just wondering where you’d gotten to! We didn’t see you come through the main entrance!” Naturally, her shift in attention from socialites to one of Equestria’s top celebrities drew a lot of attention. Cadence, Shining Armor, and even Luna tore themselves away from the crowd to offer bright smiles and welcoming nods. A look of relief flashed across Shining’s face, along with a smile he reserved for friends and family alone. Or when he just caught a recruit out of line and was about to make the poor colt wet himself. Out of the corner of her eye, Twilight noticed quite a number of stallions in line square their jaws while mares glared and hissed under their breath. That wasn’t going to be fun to deal with. “Sorry, Princess Celestia,” Spitfire said sheepishly. “I thought I’d just kinda slip on through and mosey around a bit. Didn’t mean to bypass you all. No disrespect intended.” She nodded to the pair, who returned her greeting with small smiles of their own. “Kind of odd, y’know,” Shining Armor threw in cheekily. “A ‘Bolt without her wing ponies. I thought you lot never broke formation!” Smirking, Spitfire shot a wink to Twilight before giving her retort, “Good one! I’m surprised you were able to pull the spear out of your rear long enough to think of that one, Captain!” “Oooh, she’s got you there, Shiny!” Cadence crowed. Wrapping her wing around his shoulders, she leaned in and waggled her eyebrows at him. “Not gonna get shown up in front of all these ponies are you?” Shining laughed and shook his head, giving a stern nudge Cadence for her laughter. “Stop,” he scolded good-naturedly, “or I’ll limit your slow dances to a mere two.” A gasp of horror. Cadence slipped her wing off him and neatly folded it against her side. “You wouldn’t dare!” He merely raised a brow. “Wouldn’t I?” She huffed, wrinkling her snout at him. “Jerk!” she grumbled, turning her head away from him to hide a little smile. Her eyes flitted to Spitfire and then back toward Shining, a flash of mischief danced in them. “You’re just jealous that Captain Spitfire here pulls off her uniform better, Shiny! Look, she even has her medals polished!” “Thank you, Princess.” Spitfire bowed her head. “But you flatter me a bit too much—Captain Armor looks quite fabulous with his shoulder tassels.” “I’m the most fabulous,” Shining corrected, a smirk playing upon his lips. He gave Cadence a little bump with his flank, jerking his head toward the crowd. “C’mon, honey, guests to greet before you get your dances. As for you—” he fixed Spitfire with a mock glare “—behave.” Spitfire shared a grin with Cadence, before turning back to Twilight and giving a polite nod. “Banter aside, I’m glad to see you remember me, Princess! Although—“ she broke off to rub at the back of her mane “—I hope our last meeting hasn’t ruined your opinion of me. Or my team, for that matter.” “Oh? You two already know each other?” Celestia raised an eyebrow, a tiny smile played upon her lips. “Yes, Princess. I think the first time we met was… Oh, wow, Tornado Day in Ponyville! That was something, wasn’t it?” Twilight nodded once. “Yes, it was a really big day for our weather team! And Fluttershy—everypony was so proud of her for stepping up and pushing her limits! We also met at Rainbow Falls, for the Equestria Games qualifiers.” “Not my proudest moment,” Spitfire added, her feathers ruffling defensively. “I let my competitiveness blind me that day.” Before Twilight could reply, Celestia stepped in once again. “It happens to the best of us, Captain—no pony’s perfect.” “How very true,” Luna put in. “We all have our moments of weakness—taking the time to acknowledge and learn from them is important.” Celestia chuckled. “Right you are, Luna. Ah, but we’re getting a bit distracted aren’t we? Our guests will be waiting all night at this rate. I trust you won’t mind if my sister and I return to our duties, Captain?” “Not at all, Princess. I understand entirely. Please, don’t let me keep you!” she replied, but made no move to leave. Her eyes seemed to shine with mirth, a playful smile tugged at her lips. Something clicked. Twilight’s ears perked up. “My sister and I”? Wait a moment, I’m supposed to be a part of this too! She made to speak up and correct her former teacher, but Celestia added, “Oh, dear! Twilight, I’m sorry, there was a tiny detail about tonight that I let slip my mind.” “Memory troubles, sister?” Luna asked with a coy smile. “My, my! No wonder you wished for our newest princess to plan the festivities herself!” “Oh, hush!” Celestia scolded, leveling Luna with a scowl. Almost instantly, her smile was back in place, the sisters shared a little chuckle at what seemed to be practiced routine, and then she turned to face Twilight and Spitfire once more. “I do apologize, Twilight,” she continued sheepishly, quite the shift from her usual demeanor. “But, to her credit, Luna might have something with that comment—you know how I can get sometimes…” Twilight’s gaze flicked between the two sisters. Aged though they were, miscommunications such as this were far and few between, especially when an event like the Grand Galloping Gala was involved. Everypony’s been rather busy with the setup, not to mention all the work they do running the country, she reminded herself. It’s just a little thing, right? Shouldn’t be all that difficult. She smiled—a genuine one, rather than the plastic one she’d given the guests—like the good student she’d always been. “I’m always happy to help, Celestia,” she replied, her voice strong and full of conviction. “You can count on me!” “Splendid! You’ve actually made it rather easy for me just now.” Twilight blinked and pricked up her ears—there was something about that smile on her old teacher’s muzzle… “I have?” Not a smile, a toothy grin. The very same one worn whenever Celestia had a trick up her sleeve. “Indeed. You see, Captain Spitfire, here—“ she gestured to Spitfire, who offered a little wave of her hoof in reply “—often has a little bit of a problem at big events like these. Though, perhaps it’d be better if she were to explain it…” Spitfire bowed to Celestia. “Thank you, Princess,” she said, before turning to Twilight and giving a rather tired smile. “Like Princess Celestia says, I kinda have a problem with big parties like these—no matter what I do, I get crowded. A lot. Your, uh, friend might’ve mentioned that about last year’s Gala.” “I… yes, she did mention that you were a bit swamped. If you don’t mind me saying, Rainbow was pretty disappointed…” Twilight cringed, hastily adding, “But she understood! After a while, that is…” “That makes two of us,” Spitfire groaned, and scuffed her hoof against the floor. “That’s kinda the thing—I get crowded and I don’t deal with it very well. I start feeling like I get pulled in six different directions, and then I lose sight of who I really want to talk to, but I can’t just tell some big wig ‘hang on a moment’ since I’m supposed to be the face of the team.” Her tail flicked in agitation. “Makes me wish I could stick the captain’s badge on Fleetfoot or Soarin’ and just go chat with some ponies—like, real talk, y’know?” Twilight ruffled her feathers, wincing at the memory of a couple early encounters with her newfound status. Nodding, she gave a sympathetic smile. “I understand. Sometimes, I feel a bit out of place whenever I come home to visit. Ponyville just sort of grew on me—“ she started and turned to Celestia “—no offense, Celestia.” “None taken.” Celestia chuckled. “We all have our own arena, so to speak. Yours is Ponyville, mine is Canterlot, and Captain Spitfire’s is a dangerous track.” “Every dangerous track,” Spitfire corrected, her smirk back in place. With a playful roll of her eyes, Celestia replied, “Oh, yes, forgive me, Captain! Such bravado!” Turning to Twilight, she winked. “Well? What say you, Twilight? Would you be willing to escort Captain Spitfire this evening?” Her gaze flitted between her teacher and Spitfire, the little bit of hope in the latter’s eyes gave her pause. Yes, she wanted everypony to have fun and enjoy their time at the Gala, but she had plans. Twilight chewed on the inside of her cheek as she weighed her options—either way, she’d get the chance to spend time with Celestia and her friends, so that was hardly an excuse. But she had plans. Still, Spitfire spending a night in full professional character was certainly a shame. But she had plans, confound it! She specifically planned the Gala so everypony—adult and foal alike—could relax, have a little fun, and enjoy their night. “I’d be happy to, Princess,” Twilight replied, a smile spread across her muzzle as she turned to face Spitfire herself. Spitfire gave a sigh of relief. “You had me worried there, Princess.” She chuckled nervously. “I thought I was gonna have to start begging!” “Well, don’t thank me quite yet—I’m still not quite sure how my escorting a Wonderbolt is supposed to take attention off you…” “I think—“ Celestia cut in “—you’ll find that most ponies will see the pair of you entering together, chatting as friends, as a bit of a sign that you’re preoccupied. While it might not take it all away, it’ll surely send a message that you have previous engagements and wish to be left to them. In short, just stay close together, act natural, and things will work themselves out.” She held up a hoof to forestall Twilight’s reply, and continued, “Furthermore, it serves as an opportunity for you as well.” Blinking, Twilight looked between Celestia and Spitfire. “I’m… sorry?” “Think of it as a chance to prepare yourself for future interactions with celebrities. As a princess, you’ll be expected to play host to these events on your own, not just standing at my side. Meeting and greeting celebrities, and conversing with them throughout.” With a sweeping wave of her hoof, she gestured to Spitfire. “Captain Spitfire is a bit more relaxed off base, which makes her a suitable candidate for easing yourself into this sort of thing.” Spitfire nodded once. “I’d be happy to serve as a test run, Princesses. Not so much for the formal stuff, though, if that’s all right.” The pair looked to Twilight, awaiting her reply. She bit her lip, her feathers ruffled under their gaze. True, she would eventually have to “fly solo” in big events and rub shoulders with some rather influential figures—including those outside Equestria’s borders. An evening spent chatting with Spitfire could serve as a good way to test the waters for a more amicable, casual setting. Even if it meant the loss of a chance she’d been waiting ages for. “I’d be happy to,” she said, feigning a smile despite how her heart sank. Spitfire bowed her head, her grin still in place. She took a step closer to Twilight, and gave a little nod. “After you, Princess.” While a favor for Celestia was hardly unwelcome, it came at a most inopportune time. Twilight sighed and let her ears droop. Her practiced smile, one she worked specifically on for the Gala, faltered. Why couldn’t things work out as planned when she wanted to catch up with family? Spitfire was a nice enough mare, her competitive edge and gruffness aside, but it simply wasn’t the same. Fortunately, Spitfire seemed to just take things in stride. She kept the space between them to a rather comfortable medium—not so close that their feathers touched, but enough so it was apparent to onlookers that they’d come in together and meant to stay that way. “So,” Spitfire began casually, “Princess Celestia said you put a lot of work into this. Gotta say—“ she took a meaningful look around the ballroom, her eyes lingering on the decorations “—you sure know how to put together a party, Princess. Bit of a change from the last few Galas, I think, but not too overdone.” Twilight smiled and ducked her head. “Thanks,” she said, “but I can’t quite take all the credit—Pinkie Pie and Rarity were a big help this year. The three of us bounced ideas to try to find a happy medium between fun and high class, so everypony could enjoy their time here.” With a hum of approval, Spitfire nodded toward the Cutie Mark Crusaders and their sisters, each of them babbling excitedly as they shook hooves with ponies like Fancy Pants and Fleur de Lis. A little chuckle, a tiny, genuine smile played upon her lips. “I’d say you three pulled that off pretty nicely. Last year’s Gala would’ve been a complete bore for the foals.” “I’ll be sure to pass along your compliments. Speaking of friends, where are your teammates? If you don’t mind my asking, that is.” “Not at all. They’re off schmoozing with the sponsors and a few prospects—Soarin’ made it a point to snag Rainbow and talk her up as soon as he saw her.” Grinning, Twilight shook her head. “Oh, dear. You realize he’s just made her year, right? We’ll be hearing the full rundown of the entire night for weeks!” The two shared a chuckle, and stepped around a small crowd of ponies, giving a few passing nods and greetings to those who called out to them. Spitfire stopped and pointed to the drink table. “Thirsty?” she asked. “A bit, yes.” “I figured. All that formal talk makes for a dry throat, eh?” On cue, Twilight reached up and rubbed a hoof against her neck. “It does feel a bit scratchy.” “Drinks it is, then.” Spitfire nodded and lead her along, smirking playfully. “Can’t have you losing your voice on me so early in the night, Princess. Kinda defeats the purpose of the ‘real talk’ thing.” Raising a brow, she turned to fix Spitfire with a critical stare. “What happened to feeling out of sorts at big social events?” “You must just have a calming effect, Princess—truly, I’m fortunate that you agreed to accompany me!” A cheeky grin, she didn’t even miss a beat. “Of course, it could be that nice voice of yours. All the more reason to soothe your throat, I’d say!” A quick look down and away to hide a blush, she followed along, trying in vain to avoid the amused grin on Spitfire’s muzzle. My how well polished the floors are. “My voice isn’t that nice,” she said, half to herself, half to Spitfire. Snorting, Spitfire bumped her shoulder against Twilight’s. “Don’t be so bashful, it’s a compliment! From what I hear, you’re quite the singer, Princess—ponies still talk about that number you did for the Royal Wedding!” Twilight blinked and raised her head. “They do?” “Well, your brother had a little something to do with that one. Pity I didn’t get a chance to hear it…” That sly smile was back in place, her eyes shone with mirth. “I don’t suppose I could persuade you to let me hear firsthoof?” Another look down, her ears burned to their very tips. Really, I can practically see myself in the tiles. Spike could learn a thing or two… She licked her lips and took a deep, calming breath through her nose. “Er, perhaps another time. I haven’t really had much of a chance to warm up, and I don’t even know what I’d—“ A laugh from Spitfire cut her off. “Relax, Princess!” she said in between chortles. “I’m not saying now—I mean, unless you change your mind, then consider me your captive audience.” She gave her ears a meaningful waggle, before continuing. “‘Till then, drinks! Hey, barkeep!” The stallion behind the table looked up, and promptly bowed his head in greeting. “Princess Twilight, Captain Spitfire. What might I offer you this evening?” “Hmm, you guys always put out a big spread…” she brought a hoof to her chin, her eyes flitted between the bottles of colorful beverages and their name cards. “Gosh, half of this stuff I haven’t even heard of—the asterisk is for alcoholic, right?” “Correct, Captain.” To Twilight’s surprise, Spitfire wrinkled her snout and blanched. “I’ll pass on that stuff, then. Last thing I need is to end up three shades to the wind at the Gala, of all places.” A visible shudder ran down her spine. “Still can’t go back to that hotel—ooh!” Her ears perked up, her fiery orange tail wagged happily. “Rainbow mixers! Love those! Can I get one with strawberry juice?” Nodding, the stallion lit up his horn with a deep purple aura, levitating a bottle of ruby red juice off the table along with a smaller one with a thin dropper on the end—a shimmering rainbow rolled around like a kaleidoscope within. Twilight watched in mute fascination as the stallion poured a little splash of liquid rainbow into a shaker before filling the rest with strawberry juice. He floated an empty glass over and, in one motion, opened the shaker, pouring the contents in . “Here you are, Captain,” he said, floating both the glass and the shaker onto a tray and offering them to her. “When you’re finished, just let one of the servers know and they’ll collect this.” “Thanks, pal.” Spitfire reached into one of her uniform pockets and took out a couple of bits, placing them on the table. “Have that on me.” She shifted to the side to accept the tray’s weight on her back, and gave Twilight a smile. “Well, Princess? What’ll it be?” “Er…” Twilight cringed, her eyes darted over the assortment of bottles and shakers. Party drinks had never really interested her—simple things like cider, tea, and copious amounts of coffee on a late night study session were about as far as she went. None of her usual standbys were present on the table—a few empty bottles of Apple family cider stood off to the side. At least it got a lot of attention. “I don’t suppose you’d have club soda?” Before he could reply, Spitfire gave her another little nudge. “C’mon, Princess, it’s a party! Live a little!” “It’s the Gala, Captain!” she hissed back. “Not your everyday party!” “Yeah, I know. That’s why I’m not drinking booze right now—here, try a rainbow mixer. It’s a nice little party drink from Cloudsdale.” “With liquid rainbow,” Twilight pointed out. “Not exactly something I’d like drinking.” Spitfire nodded. “On it’s own, no. But rainbow mixers only use diluted rainbow—not the pure stuff. Bit adventurous, but nothing too overpowering.” Sensing a bit of remaining unease, she offered a small smile. “How about this: you get a glass of your own and try a bit of mine. If you don’t like it, I’ll come get you club soda or whatever drink you want. No questions asked.” Her eyes flitted to the drink table and back. The smile on Spitfire’s muzzle seemed sincere, no hint of the teasing mischief from before in those fiery orange eyes. She just wants to sit down and talk, mare to mare. “All right,” Twilight said. “But if I start shooting rainbow fire out of my mouth, you have to guzzle a bottle of the pure stuff!” The little joke brought a bark of laughter from Spitfire. “If the diluted stuff makes you shoot fire, I’ll eat my medals and wash ‘em down with the bottle.” She nodded to the stallion. “Gimme a second glass for the Princess, friend,” she said, brushing her hoof against Twilight’s leg. A lingering touch that lasted only a few seconds, but sent shivers down her spine. Twilight felt the tips of her ears burn. She looked off to the side to hide a faint smile, giving a little rustle of her wings. A little tap on her shoulder made her look back, her muzzle still tinged a deep red. If Spitfire noticed, she didn’t comment on it, instead nodding toward the other tables. “Lead on, Princess! Better find a table before it gets too crowded!” Twilight let her eyes wander the ballroom. Tables were set a short walk from the drinks table. Guests sat and chatted while waiters and waitresses made their way between groups, taking orders and bringing fresh drinks for everypony. Suddenly, there was a flash of pink. Twilight did a double-take, and promptly had to stifle a laugh as she caught sight of Pinkie Pie tugging a rather nervous looking Party Favor toward the dance floor. A quick smooch on the cheek silenced the fidgety stallion’s protests, a big goofy grin crossed his muzzle, much to Pinkie’s amusement. Somewhere in the room, his friends were getting their chuckles in, Twilight was sure. How nice that they managed to make the trip, she thought. “There,” Spitfire’s voice cut through her thoughts. She pointing to a small table off in the corner, just out of the way of the other guests. “How’s that look to you?” “Like an empty table,” Twilight quipped, sticking out her tongue and earning yet another playful nudge. “If you were one of my cadets, I’d have you flying ‘till those wings fell off!” she teased. “Or I’d just make you sit in my office and sing from dawn to dusk!” With a bubbling laugh, Twilight gave a merry swish of her tail. She was having fun with this! Twilight made as though to nudge Spitfire in return, but thought better of it when she remembered the drinks. She hummed, wracking her brain for a suitable retort. A playful smirk crossed her muzzle. If she’s anything like Dash, this will be an easy trump card to play. “Yes, well, fortunately, I hold jurisdiction over you, Captain! So I could,” she paused, looking upward and chewed on her bottom lip thoughtfully, “have you organizing all the bookshelves in my castle library, without use of those wonderful wings you’ve got there!” Much to her surprise, Spitfire just grinned back, her eyes shone with mischief and a hint of something else. “Wonderful, eh?” she parroted, puffing up her feathers in a proud display. “Gotta say, you sure know how to make a mare feel good about herself, Princess! And here I thought you weren’t much for flirting!” “I—Wha?” Twilight all but leapt away, her wings flared out wide. “I didn’t—I just meant—It was a—That’s not what I was trying to—“ “What? You don’t think my wings are nice?” “I do! They’re very lovely wings, and I can see you’ve taken plenty of time preening and caring for them—“ A yellow coated hoof covered her mouth. Spitfire’s grin fell, a tiny frown crossed her muzzle. “Breathe, Princess,” she ordered softly. “Come on, close your eyes, relax, and just breathe—in through the nose—“ Almost instinctively, Twilight obeyed, closing her eyes and sucking in a deep breath through her nose. She held for a moment, awaiting the order. The hoof left her. “—and out through the mouth.” She let it go, exhaling slowly to let out all the air, all the tension in her being. “Better?” “Much. Thank you.” Twilight’s gaze fell. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to panic like—“ Spitfire shook her head. “Wait until we sit down, Princess. Right past these last few tables.” She gave Twilight a little pat on the shoulder, steering her back on course. As they stopped by their table, Spitfire took the edge of the tray in her mouth and gently placed it on the table. Turning, she pulled out a chair for Twilight. “Princess,” she said, bowing her head, “please take a seat.” Twilight slid into her seat, nodding stiffly in reply. “Thank you, Captain.” Spitfire stood to full height and pushed out her own chair before nimbly hopping in. She hummed a bar, taking the shaker in her hoof and pouring a little bit of the rainbow mixer into the empty glass. “Here—“ she held it out to Twilight “—try it. It’s got a little bit of a zip, but it’ll help.” With a bit of hesitance, she lit up her horn and took the glass in her magic. Bringing it to her muzzle, she gave a tentative sniff. The scent of ozone, like the air just before rainfall, mixed with the familiar sweetness of strawberries. What a strange combination. What would even make pegasi think to make liquid rainbow into a party drink? She glanced up to find Spitfire holding her own glass in hoof. Soft purple eyes met fiery orange, the corners of Spitfire’s mouth curved up into a grin. “So, start with a toast for your first mixer?” Spitfire offered. “You toast with party drinks? I thought that was more for really special occasions.” “Well, it’s the Gala, so it’s the big night for everypony, for starters. Of course, I also get to share a nice drink with a pretty mare, so I’d call that special enough!” The burning was back—across her muzzle, spreading through her cheeks, and even at the very tips of her ears. Twilight sucked in her lips to hide a smile, but the little rustling of her wings betrayed her. “If you say so…” “I do.” Spitfire’s grin widened. Had she noticed? “What do you think? To the benevolent rule of our newest princess?” More flattery, and this time Twilight couldn’t keep the smile hidden. “To strange requests that lead to new friendships,” she replied. In unison, they raised their glasses to one another and brought them to their lips, Twilight sipping slowly, while Spitfire seemed content to down hers in one shot. Twilight waited for the burning, for rainbow fire to dance on her tongue, making her eyes water just as Pinkie’s had in Cloudsdale. Her eyes shot open at the taste—the smooth, sweet caress of strawberries mixed with the biting spice of diluted rainbow, a mix of flavours quite unfamiliar to her. Unfamiliar, but pleasant. She felt like a bit lighter, like she was wide awake and full of energy rather than maintaining appearances after a busy week of preparation. “Well?” Spitfire asked. “It’s good. Different, a bit strange, but good.” “I’m glad you like it! You handled the spiciness like a pro—usually, there’s a bit of a shock the first time.” “My friend Pinkie likes to slip hot sauce into drinks as a prank—“ Twilight cringed at the memory of a few such instances “—you get used to it after a while.” Spitfire snorted and nodded. “Well, thank heavens for Miss Pie. It sure perked you up, Princess.” She put down her empty glass and rested her hooves on the table. “It did have a bit of a ‘zip’ to it, like you said.” Twilight took another little sip, the taste not as foreign a second time. “It’s pretty good.” “Told you.” Her grin faltered, a sheepish smile crossed her muzzle. “Now, about the, er, thing from a bit ago…” Twilight’s gaze fell to the drink floating before her, focused on the red juice and little flicker of rainbow swirling within. “Yeah. That.” Sighing, Spitfire ran a hoof through her mane. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable there. I thought you caught on and were playing along.” “Caught on—oh!” My, what interesting colors… She swirled the glass in her magic, looking anywhere but the mare across from her. “You were really flirting with me?” “Yeah. Couldn’t really help it—I got a bit comfortable and, well, excited. Not every day I get to just sit down, be myself, and have a drink with a nice mare, y’know. Especially one like you.” “But you said you thought I was playing—it was all a game? All the nice things you said?” “Not at all. Look at me for a minute, Princess,” Spitfire said softly. Twilight slowly looked up, and caught a flash of concern when she met Spitfire’s gaze. She swallowed a bit of her drink, nodding for her to continue. “Thanks. First off, no, I wasn’t playing with you. I was flirting with you, there’s a big difference—and why shouldn’t I? You’re nice, you did a heck of a job helping to put all this together—“ “With help!” “—It counts!—and you really are pretty, beautiful even.” Spitfire leaned forward, fixing Twilight with a half-lidded stare. “You pull off that dress really well, and the mane style suits you. It’s a nice change of pace from your normal, more reserved look. Refined, but not overly flashy.” “Rarity designed my dress and helped with my mane,” Twilight replied. “She did a good job with both. And I really do mean that. I’d never ‘play games’ like that with a pony.” “But you wanted me to play along?” “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t hopeful. But—“ she paused to offer a kind smile “—if it makes you uncomfortable, I’m sorry. I’ll stop if you want.” Twilight bit her bottom lip and looked back to her glass. “It was nice,” she mumbled. “The things you said were really nice.” “I meant it, all of it.” “I, uh…” Her wings ruffled, as if to let out the heat building up with each added praise and assurance of sincerity. “That’s really… thank you. I, er, think—“ she glanced up at Spitfire, her eyes lingering on the freshly ironed uniform and well-polished medals “—you look very nice in your uniform.” Spitfire sat up straighter, the warm smile returned. “Thank you kindly. Though, I’ll admit I’d have preferred it if I could dress up in civvies, but rules are rules. Still—“ she waved a hoof at Twilight “—I don’t mind being the second best looking mare here since I get to sit across from the one who took top spot!” At Twilight’s little squeak and blush, she grinned. “You don’t do this much, huh? This sort of back-and-forth?” A shake of her head, a sheepish smile of her own. “There’s been a few mares who’ve caught my eye before—“ she ducked her head, a certain mare’s face flitted through her mind, the way she offered genuine smiles and laughter to her closest friends and gave aid to ponies without question “—but I either didn’t have time to pursue it, or I’d think about it and get uncomfortable making that sort of advancement.” “Really? Why’s that?” “I, er, get worried that it won’t be appreciated and that I’ll make somepony feel—“ her wings unfurled as if to cover her muzzle “—awkward.” “Worried that they don’t feel the same?” Spitfire asked sympathetically. At Twilight’s nod, she gestured to herself. “Well, if you don’t mind me saying, Princess—I am most certainly interested. If you are, of course.” She winked. “If not, I’m cool with being friends—but I’m still gonna ask you to sing for me someday!” Twilight stayed silent a moment, idly rubbing a hoof against her shin. True, Spitfire’s rather striking appearance had caught her eye at first, but there was much more to it than that. The types of mare she favored were a bit more down home—always smiling and giving a happy wave as they flew overhead or stopping to say hi in the market, willing to offer a hoof in any way they could. Spitfire, on the other hoof, was a big time celebrity—larger than life, the face of the most elite flight team in the country. Still, she showed a hint of that same down to earth pony Twilight favored—her desire to sit down and share in some real conversation, dropping the professionalism that went with her station so very similar to those Twilight knew so well. And, despite her faults, she came around and made sure to fix her mistakes when confronted with them… Not to mention how nice she’d been since pulling Twilight away from Celestia’s side. “I… I’d like to give it a try,” Twilight said, biting down on her cheeks to hide the bright smile threatening to split her muzzle. A thought occurred to her, a way to fit the bill for Spitfire’s want for real talk. “But if we’re going to do this like normal mares… shouldn’t you just call me Twilight?” That playful grin widened. “First name basis with royalty and only part way through our first evening—I think you know how to play this game a little better than you realize!” Spitfire tossed her mane, and lifted the shaker to refill their glasses. “Alright, here’s the plan: you don’t feel all that comfortable with flirting, right?” A single nod as she accepted her glass. “Okay. But you wanna try this like it’s just a normal thing?” Another nod. “Okay, then, let’s play it just like two ponies who met at a party—“ she broke off, her eyes flitting to the side. “A less formal party. So, we chatted, I got you drinks and paid the stallion who made them, and we had a little bit of flirting—steps one through three achieved, if you like checklists.” “I do,” Twilight said before she could stop herself. Spitfire chuckled. “Like things in order, eh? So do I. Well, usually, what comes next depends on intent—you say you’re interested, so we have that little back-and-forth I mentioned.” She leaned forward, her eyes shone with mischievous intent. “Flirt with me.” She blinked once and opened her mouth to reply, but shut it quickly. Staring, her cheeks colored, her tongue seemed to go dry. “What?” “You heard me.” “Just like that?” “Just like that. I know you’re a bit uneasy, so—“ she drummed her hooves on the table “—why don’t we start off with some nice, easy stuff. You’ve got an idea of how to do it, right?” Shrugging her shoulders, Twilight brought her wings up to cover her chest. “I’ve heard Rarity and Rainbow talk about what they like in ponies, but that’s about it…” “Okay, fair enough—so we’ll start with some really basic things. Put simply, take a look at me, pick something out that catches your eye, and tell me that you like it—but there’s a catch—“ Spitfire raised a hoof “—you’ve gotta make me believe it. Make it sincere, not something bland like ‘I think you’ve got a pretty face’. With me so far?” A moment’s hesitation. Her left wing twitched, almost defensively. It was just an offer, all she had to do was give it one chance. Certainly a few degrees from friendship. But nice. In a different way. Something she hadn’t had the time or courage to pursue before. “Okay.” Twilight smiled, shuffling nervously in her seat. “So, how do we start off?” “I’ll go first, then you. Try to be quick with what you pick out, okay? Now, here we go.” Spitfire leaned forward, fixing her with a half-lidded gaze. “You did a really good job preening today, Twilight—I can hardly tell that those wings are new!” Her feathers fluffed up, the heat was back in her cheeks. “I-I did?” “Mmhmm! I’ll bet you took it nice and slow today, making sure that each and every feather was straight, groomed, and well cared for!” A little waggle of her eyebrows. “I’m tempted to run a hoof through them to see just how soft they are!” “O-Oh! Well, um, thank you, I did take a bit longer today and—well, you’re the first to really say something about it…” She closed her eyes and shook her head. Relax! A deep breath—in through the nose, out through the mouth. Her eyes searched Spitfire’s face, looking for any sign of tell of lying. She found none. They were flattering words, but with sincerity in them. She noticed. Everypony else just complimented my mane and the dress Rarity made… Twilight let her eyes wander over Spitfire, looking for something to speak of in turn, and found herself drawn back to the first thing that caught her attention that night. “You have… very pretty eyes,” she said nervously, giving an awkward ruffle of her wings. “They’re, um, a nice shade of orange?” “Little rough, but not bad for a basic start. Be more descriptive—tell me something they remind you of or something you think of when you look! Flirting is like poetry, connect what you see with something else! Color, feeling, desire, anything you want!” The urge to look for a quill and paper was strong. Hearing Spitfire talk in such a manner was eerily similar to a lector, something she should be noting for later on. But these things are just supposed to come from the heart, like Cadence would say. Like Spitfire would say, too. She looked to those eyes again—vibrant orange, like sunset over Canterlot or a flickering flame at the end of a candle’s wick. That’s it! “Your eyes—and your mane—” she started. “Yeeees?” Spitfire drawled teasingly, propping her head up against a hoof and giving a smirk. “They’re… warm. Like a candle in the darkness, helping me study on a long night of research. Or—Or like a campfire on a cold winter night.” There. Descriptive, connecting an image, and certainly nothing too bland. Just like she’d asked. Chuckling, Spitfire shook her head. “Boy, when I ask for poetry, you really give it, don’t you? And you’ve got my wings all aflutter, Twilight!” she teased, nodding to the fluffing in her feathers. “Like I said, you do know how to make a mare feel appreciated! You sure you’re not hustling me?” Twilight shook her head earnestly. “No! Of course not!” “Well, I guess I’m gonna have to step up my game! I can’t let a rookie have me all ruffled up without returning the favor—no matter how much a looker she is!” Leaning forward, she steepled her hooves. “Hmm, you know, I didn’t wanna say anything, but I can’t get over how cute that duck of your head and quick turn away is, like you’re trying to hide it. Almost makes me wanna hold you close and make you look me in the eye so I can see the red fill your cheeks, right across your muzzle…” Oh, no, she had noticed! Twilight’s traitorous cheeks burst into flame on cue, she covered her face with her hooves and squeaked in protest. “Just like that! And what a cute little squeak, too! Betcha I can get a few more if I were to wrap you in a big hug and nuzzle between your ears!” On cue, she ducked her head, her hooves hiding the wobbly smile on her muzzle. “I—I wouldn’t squeak!” she cried through a bout of giggles. “That was just because you caught me off-guard!” Shrugging, Spitfire sat back and folded her hooves, a wicked smirk crossed her muzzle. “If ya can’t take the heat, I’ll have you squeakin’ all night, hon. It’s your fault for stepping it up with that last one anyway!” “Ooooh! Fine!” She dropped her hooves and revealed her puffed up, blushing cheeks and reluctant smile. If Spitfire wanted to play, she’d play! And Twilight knew just the thing to throw her opponent-slash-friend-slash-pseudo-date off-guard! “Your voice, it’s—“ “Hang on a minute, I said you had to be honest, Twilight. I happen to know my voice sounds like I’ve been gargling gravel. Make it sincere, remember?” “If you’d be patient, I’m about to!” A raised eyebrow, she waved Twilight on. “Alright, go ahead.” Perfect. This time, it was her turn to smirk. “Yes, it’s a little bit rough from all the yelling and flying, but here—and when you talk off duty—it’s warm, friendly, but strong. Like, you’re being casual, but ready to take the lead.” That eyebrow arched higher, touching the tip of Spitfire’s fiery orange mane. “Go on,” she said, almost purring. What a shift in tone… I’ve heard Cadence talk to Shining like that before. “It’s… it’s sort of like Shining’s, but different.” Seeing Spitfire tilt her head, she continued, “When he talks, I know I’m safe—but I still see him as the big brother who would read me stories at night. Yours… I can tell you’d jump to defend somepony, never leave a wing pony, right?” A pause, then a nod. “I’m… heh. Wow.” Spitfire let out a breathy chuckle. “I don’t know what to say to that, Twilight.” She rubbed at the back of her head and looked away, her playful smirk slid into a tiny smile, the slightest hint of coloring graced her cheeks. Grinning, Twilight had to point it out. “Hmm, looks like I’m not the only mare at the table who blushes cutely!” “Yeah, yeah! You got me, hon—but we’re still onto the next round!” Her eyes narrowed, that playful fire burning brightly within. “If you think you can handle a bit more heat!” “Heat? What heat? I thought we were warming up!” Fun. And it felt good! She was starting to get a hang of this! “We’ll see what you say after this one. Impress me, and I may just let you graduate to the advanced course, rookie!” Twilight just raised her brows meaningfully and took hold of her glass in her magic. Nodding to Spitfire, she brought it to her lips and drained it in one shot, placing it down on the table and crossing her hooves. A silent challenge. One she knew Spitfire couldn’t resist. The flare of her nostrils, the narrowing of her eyes, how she pinned back her yellow coated ears—all of it spoke of a mare ready to leap into the fray. Just like Rainbow Dash. “Since we wanna play with fire…“ Spitfire trailed off and stood, trotting slowly toward Twilight. She stopped just within a hoof’s reach and propped herself up against the table. “There’s something I’ve had my eye on, goes back to wanting to nuzzle between your ears, maybe even play with them!” Stay strong. Wait for her to deliver. Twilight took the chance to throw an earlier invitation back. “G-Go on.” Stupid stammer! Cooperate, mouth! She tried to regroup, giving Spitfire a little wave of her hoof and arching her brow. But the older mare caught her. That half-lidded stare was back, she leaned in and spoke, her tone husky, “Your coat looks so smooth. The way the light glints off it, all nice and even from the tip of your snout to your hooves, like velvet. I wish I could get mine like that…” Their snouts were almost touching, Spitfire’s breath washed over her face. Her heart leapt to her throat, a shudder ran down her back, all the way to the tip of her tail. So close. We’re almost nuzzling… Just a bit further… she licked her lips, a few conversations with Cadence during her younger years, a few classic romance novels read in the privacy of her room all flashed through her mind. Too soon! That doesn’t happen until much later in those stories! Spitfire stopped just short of their snouts touching, she spoke barely above a whisper, “Just another point in your favor, hon. That voice, that meticulous preening, that sharp mind, everything. I’ve half a mind to just take you up to a cloud, hold you tight, and make you sing for me.” “I-I, u-um…” Twilight swallowed a lump in her throat. “Meep!” So close. The words, Spitfire’s hot breath tickling her face, their snouts almost touching… Was the room suddenly hotter? No, that was silly. She knew somewhere in the back of her mind that they’d taken care to make sure that plenty of windows would be opened to let a bit of cool air in, and the number of lighting fixtures had been carefully considered to make sure they didn’t give off too much heat. But damned if she didn’t feel a bead of sweat rolling down the back of her neck. She unfurled her wings to cool herself down, her dress seemed like it was confining her… She made to reply, only to let out a feeble stammer. “I-I… y-you… singing… holding me?” “Mhmm! Nice and tight, as long or as short as you want, hon. A cloud for two, how’s that sound?” Oh gosh, oh gosh, oh gosh, oh gosh, oh gosh! She fought the urge to hide her face, warmth filled her chest. “G-Good! Very, very good!” Spitfire giggled. “Glad you think so too. But first, it’s your turn. Wanna take a shot, or do you concede our little game?” Give up the game? The thing that got her to this? No. Every other time she’d written similar chances off as a waste, as too intrusive, or as something she just didn’t feel right doing. Not tonight. Not when her partner gave her a clear sign. But how to reply? What could she say to top that? She had to lean back, licking her lips as she drank in Spitfire’s form again. Beautiful yellow coat, mane of wild fire, those well-defined muscles in her core and wings, and those perfectly preened, soft feathers. Feathers that looked like they’d feel as fluffy as clouds… So much like the immaculate white feathers that brushed and caressed her sides when she was a filly. Wings, powerful, but with a gentle touch, wrapped tight around her. A hoof stroked at her mane, her teacher’s voice whispered soothing, sweet words to chase the nightmares away… White and yellow mixed together in her head. She fidgeted in her seat at the memories of yesteryear overlapping with temptations of today. They looked so soft… “Y-Your feathers!” Spitfire grinned and closed the distance again. “Hmm?” What to say? What to say? “I… I, um… they look… er… soft…” Twilight closed her eyes tight, blocking out the image of that playful grin and just blurted, “I want to feel your wings wrapped around me—Eep!” She clapped her hooves over her mouth. Color drained from her face as she replayed the words in her head. Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no! Too much, too soon! That’s far too personal! Against her better judgement, she dared to look up, fearful of Spitfire’s reaction. The older mare stared back at her, eyes wide and mouth formed into a tiny ‘o’ of surprise. The faintest hint of a blush graced her cheeks. A tiny voice in the back of her head reminded Twilight of pegasus body language—the state of their wings. She chanced a look down, marveling at how Spitfire’s fluffed and unfurled, like she was ready to spread them wide and put them on full display for all. Spitfire wiped the shock from her face, licking her lips before giving a confident smirk. She reared up and placed her hooves on Twilight’s shoulders, effectively pinning her in place. Slowly, she leaned in, her lips parted ever so slightly. Oh gosh. Oh gosh! Twilight’s breath hitched in her chest, this was it! Forget long chapters and shared first kisses at the climax of the story! Hers was now! Her eyes fluttered shut, she tilted her head back, waiting for warm, soft lips to touch against hers. Something brushed against her cheek, she could feel the corner of Spitfire’s mouth ghost over hers. Hot breath ran over her ear. “Outside, hon.” A shuddering breath slipped out as Spitfire whispered to her. “There’s a few clouds to the west, toward Cloudsdale. Five minute flight. See ya there.” Spitfire pressed her lips against Twilight’s cheek, lingering a moment before she pulled away. Twilight’s ear flicked at the sound of hooves trotting from her table. A few deep breaths, she opened her eyes, searching for the mare who’d driven her to such heights. Spitfire wasn’t even trying to hide from Twilight’s gaze. Her stride was light, almost bouncing as she carried herself confidently through the crowd, never deviating in her path. Running her tongue over her lips, she watched the swaying hips, that fiery tail swishing almost hypnotically from side-to-side—that cheeky, teasing pegasus didn’t even look back! Like she thought she was in total control! Like she had the gall to think she had Twilight dazzled with her charms! Twilight was out of her seat before she even knew it. Her hooves moved of their own accord, her eyes never left that swaying rump as she followed Spitfire out of the ballroom and into the night.