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// Now we live 
// Story: What's the Point? 
// by Violetta Strings 
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Twilight nursed a cup of tea quite happily while watching over the rest of the room. Her hooves were nestled nicely under several layers of blankets, and Spike had been nice enough to start a fire. Luna was curled up in front of it with Starlight, they were happily reading a book together. Cadance was gushing over Rarity’s makeup techniques (she had got them from the highest class makeup artist in all of canterlot, you know), Rainbow Dash and Applejack were both pitting their strength against one another’s for a bag of bits and a mug of cold cider—the LAST mug of cold cider—Fluttershy and Spike were chatting idly about odds and ends, and the two resident troublemakers, Pinkie Pie and Discord, were busy drawing up a calendar of all the pranks they could pull and when; for the next ten years. Twilight was counting the number of times her name came up, but gave up at two hundred.

Celestia was sitting next to Twilight with her own cup, a smile of pure serenity on her face. Her ears flickered every now and then when the noise in the room heightened but she didn’t mind in the slightest. It had been far too long since she had been in such rambunctious company, but in a good way.

Without saying anything, Twilight rested her head on Celestia’s shoulder and hummed. Her happiness was only amplified when Celestia draped a wing over her most prized student and brought her close, planting the briefest of affectionate nuzzles on the other mare's forehead.

“I do trust you know that this won’t be the last time we have this conversation,” Celestia simply stated, sipping her beverage with a happy hum.

Twilight pulled away from her. “What do you mean?”

Celestia merely said three words. “Princess Flurry Heart.”

Twilight’s eyes widened in realisation. “Oh…”

Celestia nodded, clearing her throat absently. “Let us pray that it is many more moons before she matures enough for this discussion,”

“Let’s,” Twilight agreed, sipping her tea.

Life was good, again. And Twilight foresaw it being good for many, many more decades.

Her story might not ever end, but there would be chapters. There would be good and bad, happy and sad, and they would all be treasured stories. Each and every one.