//------------------------------// // Chapter 20: Greta Scone Celebration // Story: The Lost Changeling: Rolling Ends // by AizakkuHorooee //------------------------------// Several minutes after the recoronation ended with chatter, Aita, Carina, Rusty and Pane all come up to me and Chrysalis. “Carve!  That was amazing!  Everything was amazing!  Was that all you and Chrysalis?!?” “Actually, Pane, neither Chrysalis nor I expected the choir, but we just rolled with it.” “What?  Then who came up with that fitting song?” Carina raises her hoof. “That would be me, Rusty.  And, I didn’t ACTUALLY come up with the music.  I just adapted it for a changeling choir to play with their wings.” Rusty comes closer to Carina. “Then, who did the song?” “I actually don’t know.  Heh, too many composers.” “So, it was a collaboration?” “I guess.” “Carina...” Everyone turns to look at Queen Chrysalis, who is wearing a very large smile on her face. Carina comes to her and gives her a hug. “What you did with the choir of changelings: that was beautiful.  I would love to hear what you find when you visit again.” “Thanks, Queen Chrysalis.  I will persist in finding more music that you like.” Chrysalis nods at Carina, who lets go and turns to us. “So, uh, does this mean we’re going home, Mom?” “Yes, Aita.  Yes it does.  However, this recoronation won’t go without celebration.  I sure hope you don’t mind.” “I’d look forward to going to Greta Scone Corner.” Aita beams, prompting me to put my right hoof to my chin. “Hmm, Greta Scone Corner... works for me.” “Mhmm!” The rest of us agree. ;=; When we arrive at Greta Scone Corner, nothing looks to have happened since the last time I was present, about a week before my last visit to Rolling Acres.  The cashier looks up from his cash register, eyes shooting open. “Well, Carve.  I gotta say, you made friends with Chrysalis of-” “It’s a celebration.” “Yeah?  That's awesome!  So, uh, what can I get for you all?” The cashier takes a blank sheet of paper out of a drawer behind him, then taking a pen from a cup. “For me, Pane and Aita, we’ll just have what we had this morning.” “Okay.  And what about you, Carve?  The usual, right?” I nod. “So, uh, what about the rest of you?” “Carina and I agreed that we’d have two apple danishes each.” “Alrighty.  So, let’s see if I got it right then.  Carve, apple pie; Rusty, grape d-a; Pane, strawberry d-a; Aita, two chocolate chip c’s; Carina and Chrysalis, two apple d-a’s each.” All of us nod. “Alright.  I’ll give my notes over to the cooks then.” Nodding and grabbing the notes with his mouth, the cashier heads into the kitchen, moments later coming back, looking to have posted the notes somewhere in the kitchen. “Alright.  Since it’s a celebration that a changeling queen is part of, your orders are on the house.” Rusty flares his wings out. “What?  O-okay.  Thanks.” The cashier nods. “No problem.” After a few minutes, one of the cooks comes out of the kitchen, levitating a tray with all our food, the orders separated.  Although I have to say, those two cookies for Aita are huge. “Here you go.  Enjoy.” Chrysalis levitating the tray, she sets it onto a nearby table as the cook returns to her post.  Then, Chrysalis starts humming the song that the choir sung, prompting the rest us to smile as all of us start eating our food. “I have to admit, Carina, that song the choir did fit so well.  I... I almost...” “Yeah, that almost happened to me as well, Carve.  I knew it would fit well, but not that well.” “Thanks for providing the music, Carina.  Pane and I loved it.” “Eh, it’s no problem.  Say, did you know that Aita was the very first one out of all of us to hear that song?” Rusty, Chrysalis, Pane and I all shake our heads. “About a year ago, Aita heard the song when Tim was playing a game.  Soulsilver I think it was, right?” Aita nods, causing a long pause between us all.  I click my tongue. “So, uh, Carina, Aita, I suppose you haven’t heard of Rolling Acres before you came yesterday.” “Actually, I have, but not Aita.  If I’m correct, it’s getting taken down from what I heard during the calling.” I nod. “I did explicitly make that clear.  I actually saw demo on Rolling Acres when I was last there.” “I imagine that Rolling Acres meant a lot to you, Carve, seeing the way you acted when I first saw you.” “Oh it did,” Chrysalis, Rusty and Pane answer simultaneously.  I only nod. “So, was that why you were sad when I was asking what a ‘recent event’ was?” “Yes.  I didn’t want to mention Rolling Acres unless it was absolutely necessary.” Carina smiles at me. “Well, I’m glad you did that, Carve.  Say, I finished my treats.  What about you guys?” Everyone else, except for Aita, raises their hoof, including me. “Done.” Rusty turns to Carina. “So, Carina.  Before Aita suggested Greta Scone Corner, what place did you have in mind that we should’ve gone to?”   “Well, I was thinking of Denny’s, but the closest one takes hours to get to from here.  Plus, I don’t think there would be much of interest for you or Pane, other than pancakes and french toast.” “Oh.  Heheh, okay.  Is syrup applicable to that?” “Applicable to what?” “French toast.” “Uh-huh.” “Oh.  I get it.  Here in Equestria, it’s called fancy toast.” “Okay.  Say, uh, you don’t mind if Aita and I go early, right?  We kind of live out of Equestria.  And, it’s almost sunset.” Chrysalis nods. “You may go, Carina.  It’s quite a long journey for you two.  I must be going as well, in fact.  I have my hive to attend to.” And with that, Carina and Aita exit the bakery, Aita levitating his last couple bites of cookie with him. “Now, Carve, before I go, I will have to let you know about this.  If I ever have to leave the hive, I will send Cilia to bring you to the hive.  Do we have a deal?” I nod. “Good.  And one last thank you for turning the hive back to me.  I am truly grateful for what you did, having the changelings find it in them to choose me.  I must depart now.  Lomenalada.” “Lomenalada, Mone Clisaris.” Chrysalis waves goodbye and walks out, leaving me with Rusty and Pane. “Ready to head home, Carve?” I turn and nod at Rusty. “Yes.” “Coming, Pane?” “Yes.  Let’s go.” Rusty nods and heads out, me and Pane following suit.