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// Epilogue 
// Story: The Storm Dancer 
// by Ice Star 
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Luna tried to move her wings for what must have been the tenth time. She hadn't been counting. 

The blood spotted bandages around each once-proud limb spoke only of the sharp pain that came from having that raging drunk of a wizard pull her feathers out so sloppily while mixing his boasts of how fine the quills he made from each would be with curses about a species that no pony could make heads or tails of beyond locking her and Celestia away under his 'care'.

She felt raw - even more so when she felt a forehoof press down on her left wing, and a bit too roughly despite the owner's graceful manner, Luna knew that she had yet to master her strength and that she did not have to turn her head to know that the hoof would be a dainty pinkish white that was never 'marred' with pine needles or the smell of fresh snow on the tree boughs. It was clad in a silken slipper by the feel of it.

"Selene."

It was the shackle that wasn't her name, but something of the wizard's own making at finding their true names to be not to his liking.

And when her sister said it, Luna knew it was an order that her elder sibling felt no need to finish as if her deceptively warm yet commanding voice that every noble in the Unicorn Court loved was enough for that infuriating calm sound that once guided her along with conversations like breadcrumbs in the more interesting woods of silence that hung between them was enough on it's own.

But it wasn't.

The hoof pressed on her wing and the slight increase in pressure caused Luna to jerk her body away from her sister.

"Selene," her sister said more forcefully, as if to imitate the mother they no longer had.

Luna simply didn't listen - not to her sister, at least. Her roaming mind had strayed to the dance of storms under her hooves and the feel of wind on her back.