Never the Final Word (Vol. 2)

by FanOfMostEverything


FoME's Terciopela Crepúsculo (Tired Old Man's "Letters from an Irritated Princess")

Amid the cackling, swirling arcane lights, and sourceless mariachi music, Twilight Sparkle stood firm in the certainty that she knew what to do. "Spike. Take a letter."

"Seriously?" Spike ducked under a stream of blue flame. "Now?"

Twilight nodded and erected a shield just in time to intercept an empty bottle. "Dear Dad,

"I don't wish to alarm you, but Mom is floating in the middle of a thaumic maelstrom, speaking in either tongues or really bad Sponish. Please advise.

"Your loving daughter,
"Twilight Sparkle"

Spike sent the scroll mere moments later. "For the record, I just wrote 'Mom's drunk and crazy. Please help.'"

Twilight bit her lip as she watched her mother's glowing eyes turn the amber hue of Horsé Cuervo. "That should be enough. Hopefully."

A belch later, Spike unrolled the response so fast, he nearly tore it. "Reminds me of our honeymoon," he read.

Twilight facehoofed. "For Celestia's sake, Dad."