Okay, so that was probably the weirdest dream I've had in quite a while. Though, considering that it involved what I'm pretty sure was Bill Cipher, as well as him granting me "psychic powers", I don't think that I'll use said powers.
He is, after all, kinda... let's say... well, he's just Bill Cipher. "Psychic powers" my ass.
Anyways, let's get back to what was currently going on. Apparently, after wrecking Tirek's face, Twilight and her friends were granted a new home. Of which was really a castle. Made of crystal. Not gonna be throwing rocks around that house.
I could tell personally that Twilight was pretty pooped out from her battle. From her explanations earlier on, I had figured that she and her friends typically have to battle against some sort of monster or demon almost once a week. And geez, if I were her, I'd probably be dead already. And so, I've decided to grant myself a knighthood to protect Twilight. After all, it's a pretty big advantage to have fingers in battle. You could shoot a gun, or throw rocks, or--
Twilight cut off my train of thought with a sideways glance. I had been staring into the palms of my hands, muttering to myself the entire time. She must think I'm crazy. But... yeah, once again, I've got the excuse of being zapped through the multiverse with no explanation.
As we continued our stroll through the new castle, Twilight turned, and noticed the subtle grin on my face.
"What?" She deadpanned, "Like what you're seeing?" She wiggled her hindquarters with an annoyed face, assuming that I had been staring at her... *ahem* mare bits.
"Wha--? NO!" I burst out, "I was just thinking to myself about helping you defend this place! Do you really think that I have a mind that far into the gutter?!"
Twilight raised a brow, and continued walking, though slower this time so I walked directly beside her instead.
Though we had that mildly awkward and definitely-not-suggestive conversation earlier on in the halls, I believe that Twilight seems perfectly fine with it now that she understands what I meant.
After all, why would she be spending time setting aside a room just for me? I mean, she's practically acting like my mom now. Complete with the lessons on how to keep my room tidy, and lectures about homework... not that I really need lecturing. I do my homework anyways.
Spike, the tiny-dragon-kid-thing that I found to be Twilight's assistant, suddenly popped his head in through the doorway as Twilight was briefing me over how to use a vacuum.
"Twilight?" He began, "you've got a letter from Celestia."