So, as it turns out, from what I can gather so far today, that Rusty and Pane decided to cancel the trip to Circuit City.
I wake up at quarter after seven in the morning, knowing that it’s Nightmare Night later tonight, and begin pawing at the wooden flooring yet again before Rusty, shortly after, opens the door. He blinks a couple of times before speaking.
“Hey, uh, Carve. Pane’s going to be here in a bit.”
I let out a moan, with a touch of growl in it.
“Te nata?”
“Uh, what?”
“Risa panatu.”
“...moving on, I just thought I would also pop by and check on you, and see how you’re doing. Still down?”
I nod.
“Well, everyone’s here for you, Carve. If I know my niece, she’s particularly true to her word.”
“Un vi le riva maturo hala ro fa Cihuti Malec Celusehidez. Ve ni sem nuta le pere hodo ehema ve.”
“Hmm. Part of that sounds familiar. Cutie Malk Clue-”
Rusty gasps.
“Cutie Mark Crusaders? Trace Light is talking to the Cutie Mark Crusaders about that? What would they be able to do? Wait... OOOOHHH... they could tell the Elements of Harmony about your state!”
I nod.
“Aro. Va le pereho.”
Suddenly, the doorbell rings.
Pane Fall. I just know it.
Rusty rushes over to the front door, allowing me to return my focus onto my thoughts.
But that is short lived when Rusty returns with Pane in tow. My eye sink inwardly at the sight of Pane’s hooves.
“Well, Carve? There’s some good news, mild news and bad news. The bad news is that when I was at city hall, the mayor denied to help you. However, the good news is that the princesses have gotten word of your depression, which leads to the mild news being that only Princess Luna’s on the way here.”
“Nuta te Serestia?”
“Um, Celestia doesn’t know any of us personally. Right, Pane?”
“I’m afraid she doesn’t. That’s why Luna’s going it alone. We told Luna about that nightmare you had. Remember Carve?”
I nod, bearing the still inwardly sunken eyes.
“Ve sem.”
“I-is something wrong, Carve?”
I nod at Pane again.
“What is it?”
“Lasti?”
I point to the hall.
“Oh. I guess I’ll be in the kitchen if the two of you need me then. Anything before I go?”
Pane and I shake our heads, prompting Rusty to leave the room.
“Okay, so what do you need to tell me in private?”
“Cinam rizaro fi rotecaraba in De Bo i sen. Ze dalama ga nihan leha maturo rotano Lorinehicez. I fuhan si. You lied to me...”
“I... I did?!? When?!?”
Then, I buzz my wings as a way of mimicking Pane’s voice.
Shh... Carve... nothing’s going to happen to Rolling Acres.
“So, you’re talking about what happened before Rusty and I went to Princess Luna?”
I nod, my cheeks beginning to itch again.
“Pehin... nuta ze dalama... hata ve... mona. Neta dalama ze ga?”
“...Carve... I’m so sorry... I... I never realized... nopony knew about... I never thought Rolling Acres would be gone. Is there anything I can do to help you out?”
“...ve omepal. Ve ciman ve valhala ro Lasti pa nuta ve le pere hod.”
“What about Rusty? Uh, do you want to talk to him now? I could go out and get him from the kitchen.”
I nod again, prompting Pane to leave the room. Immediately afterwards, the doorbell rings.
I’ll get it!!!
No guessing who actually answers the door. Nevertheless, when Pane returns, not only is Rusty with her in tow, but Princess Luna is as well.
“Greetings, Carve. I see that those two ponies really are your friends if you live with them.”
I nod at Luna.
“Actually, I frequently visit. That’s all,” Pane adds.
Luna looks amused.
“Hmm. Dually noted. Rusty Flashlight, Pane Fall, you may proceed back to the kitchen.”
With that, Rusty and Pane leave the room.
“Carve... Celestia and I have received word from Princess Twilight that you were depressed. I suppose it’s true, but why?”
“Lorinehicez…”
“Hmm... Lorinehicez? That only translates to one place. One that I had heard about upon Rusty Flashlight and Pane Fall’s visit on Wednesday night... Rolling Acres, if memory serves me right.”
I nod.
“So, your fears have become... a reality of sorts, I presume.”
I nod again.
“Hmm. I may know of a large name, albeit an evil one, that might relate to your situation quite heavily. Tell me; when was the last time you have visited your eldest residence?”
“De Hin…”
“Huh, you don’t say... that was about a week before the throne was destroyed. I find it funny though, the way you say those dates. I could have sworn there was an alternative to say them.”
“V-ve panata.”
“Oh... I’m sorry to hear about your knowledge on the native language deteriorating. Perhaps on your next visit to the hive, the fellow changelings will help you remember. I suppose though that that would have to wait until that large name I mentioned earlier comes by?”
“S-si... Z-zen ze... Runa. Ve cinam ve sem nuta ze pitela dalam.”
“I’m sorry... come again?”
I buzz my wings again, this time to sound like Luna.
With enough knowledge, there will be a light at any tunnel if you do what you feel is best to do.
Luna scratches her chin with her glass shoed left forehoof before speaking.
“I suppose you did find what you thought was the best course of action, did you?”
I nod.
“What was it?”
I let a long pause ensue, thinking of what I actually have found. It seems that I was quick in accepting help, more to take my mind off of Rolling Acres than anything else. What else am I supposed to do in one spot? I’ve been through this before. And unlike that one time, I had ponies constantly popping in and checking my state, even offering to help. Now, here I am, facing Princess Luna, all because I trusted an eighteen year old filly to get some help in Ponyville. I finally disrupt the silence.
“Telehis Rahit. Vi pitela ehema pa ve, ve rela fa nepere, i ve natu.”
“Trace Light? Who is that?”
The doorbell rings once again.
“Do you mind?” Luna asks.
I shake my head, prompting Luna to exit the room.
Then, I hear a very familiar buzz, coming from the living room. I know exactly who it is. If anything, the newest visitor might be able to accompany me on my way back to hive, that is when the situation’s cleared.