//------------------------------// // Learning Experiences (Aren’t Much Fun) // Story: Beauty Is Where You Find It // by Verdigris //------------------------------// Chapter 4 “Time for a cool change. I know that it’s time for a cool change. And now that my life is so prearranged, I know that it’s time for a cool change.” – Little River Band, Cool Change (First Under The Wire) (((()))) Three years and two months after Blackwolf departed – Verdigris’ fourth birthday – was another ordinary year and day by many accounts. Oceanside hadn’t changed very much, other than the equipment and supplies Blackwolf rammed through had been in place for three of those years and had yet to be used. Verdigris, Honey Bunch and Sea Grass had kept their rendezvous at sunset, almost like clockwork. Verdigris’ sister – a Pegasus filly named Freewind – was into everything, as all curious two-and-a-half-year-olds are, and loved cats as much as her brother did. Verdigris still didn’t go to Oceanside’s school, by mutual agreement of himself, his parents and the Principal. Bluestreak had made it no secret if the Alicorn showed up there’d be a fight, and every day he did, for that matter. And so the arrangements of earlier continued. Verdigris used the teachers’ course plans and did his own study, turning in his work weekly. He was still one of the top ten students, including Honey Bunch and Sea Grass. It was an open secret everypony (except the fillies) preferred the arrangement. Like all the other ponies, Verdigris had grown and filled out some. He was taller than all of his contemporaries (and some stallions), and seemed to combine the features of all ponies. He was a tall, graceful, solidly-built colt and sometimes stood watches with his father, at least the short ones. He wasn’t quite ready for the arduous hours spent watching, sometimes facing wind and weather no sane pony should be exposed to. This winter season had started early, or so it seemed. The Running of the Leaves wasn’t necessary; the last storm had cleared the trees. Everypony wondered what Winter Wrap-Up would be like, and refused to speculate. As the saying went, they didn’t want to borrow trouble. All in all, life passed as it always had. With a few exceptions. (((()))) Verdigris was adjusting to his new room. It had once been attic space, until Hawkfeather and a few others converted it over to living space. With Freewind needing her own room, it had been a logical choice. Verdigris enjoyed the quiet; his sister was a rambunctious little hoof-full of a filly. He also liked having more space for his hobbies, training and school work. And his books. He’d received several. Some from Celestia, some from Uncle Mike and some he’d ordered for school-work not covered by the local curriculum. Hawk and Gemstone had told him in no uncertain terms he could only practice fighting when it was raining, and to do it over the back part of the house. That hadn’t been a problem. He was reading a magical primer Celestia had sent. A short note tucked into it said, As you’re an Alicorn, you might find this helpful. Though every pony has their unique talent – I’m glad to hear you found yours – their magic isn’t usually limited to that area alone. You have power you don’t know you have, and you’ll need to take control of it, or it will take control of you. Take care, and enjoy, god-son. Celestia Verdigris glanced at the other books she’d sent. One or two on history, a pair of Daring Do adventure novels, an illustrated gemology book and an advanced combat training manual from Surestrike. He hadn’t mentioned his part in gathering verdigris yet; he didn’t think it mattered that much. Unless she uses the scented soaps and candles, he thought. I’ll ask if it matters. It’s not like she couldn’t find out on her own. He looked out the window at the sea, which was visible from this height. It was rough out there. A huge storm miles out to sea was churning the surface, making it seem almost alive, and hungry. Reports had come in from Cape Colt and another town regarding four ships that had been lost in the past few months. Two were blown onto shoals and sank, another had foundered after being struck by a wave nearly as high as the main mast, while the last caught fire and burned before sinking. The worst thing for a ship was fire, as there was nowhere to go. Everypony all along the coast was relieved all the crews had escaped safely. The Patrol was busy, and would probably stay that way until Wrap-Up. He looked at the moon, which seemed to race across the sky; the clouds passed swiftly in the high wind. Once again he thought he saw the Mare move. Can Luna do things while she’s there? I’ll have to ask Celestia about that. He glanced down the bluff to see Thunderstorm and Birchbark standing by the equipment shed. They looked out to sea, still as statues, and he wondered how they could do that. He supposed their weather magic helped keep the wind from pushing them around. Soon. I’ll be out there when I’m ready, he thought, then returned to his reading. A knock caught his attention. “Come in.” Hawkfeather opened the door. “What is it, dad?” His father walked in, ducking unnecessarily as he passed under the beams. “Driftwood brought this by for you,” he said, hoofing over a pouch of bits. “I didn’t think beach-combing would ever pay, but what do I know? That and the stuff you found,” he finished, nodding at the chain and pendant he wore. “Thanks, dad. Do you know what Freewind wants for her birthday? I’ll need time to order, if it’s what I think it is.” Why does her name sound familiar? he wondered. “She hasn’t said, but I’m sure she will.” Hawkfeather’s face sobered. “Are you okay with her being in school and you’re not?” “They won’t bother her. She looks normal. What a beautiful blue coat. Did I have that?” His father nodded. “Yeah, but your mane was gold, not copper.” Hawk looked at the window. “Are you okay about that? She’s fine, but you...” he trailed off. “I’m okay with it. There’s nothing anypony could have done, dad. Not even Celestia.” Hawk sat on the floor beside his son. “Maybe, but it doesn’t help. Your mother and I still feel responsible, somehow. You should have had it all.” “Maybe I do, but not what we wanted or expected,” Verdigris said. He grinned suddenly. “Gotta say it’s been interesting, even if it’s a pain.” “How’ve you been doing with that odd flying you do?” Hawk asked, referring to how Verdigris used his magic to push himself through the air while holding his wings still. “I’m learning a few things. I can control how fast I go, and if I adjust my wings properly, I can fly at almost any speed. Hovering’s the real problem. It’s easier with a slight wind,” the colt replied with a shrug. “I’ll figure it out.” Hawk nodded and looked at his son. Still so serious, though he had a fun side that would peek out every now and then. “What about Sea Grass and Honey Bunch? It looks like you three are tight.” “We only sit on the bluff and talk. We’re friends, but I don’t think it’s gonna go farther than that. Full Sail owns four ships and rakes in big bits. I walk the beach and collect stuff that washes up. Some of it’s valuable, but I can’t compete,” Verdigris replied, nodding at a shelf that held various items he’d salvaged. “It’s not as though I want more. It’s just great having somepony to talk to.” Horse-feathers, Hawk thought. “That covers Honey Bunch. What about Sea Grass?” “Sea Grape doesn’t seem to mind, but Fire Coral’s not thrilled with me,” Verdigris answered after a few minutes. “Mares want their fillies to do better than they did, just like stallions want their colts to do better. Coral’s just looking out for Sea Grass.” He paused, tilting his head to one side as he thought. “I think she wants Sea Grass to go to college, and that means Canterlot.” “What about you? College?” “I’m thinking about it, but I’m not going to worry about it. I’m still trying to turn my talents to something I can work with. Nopony’s going to think much about collecting whale vomit, dad. The final product is okay, but not where it comes from.” Hawk nodded. “Well, you just keep learning. Something will come to you, Celestia willing.” Verdigris put the book down. “That reminds me. Every now and then when I’m looking at the moon, I’d swear the Mare moved. It’s almost like she knows I’m watching.” “Hmm, does it happen all the time?” “I can’t be sure. At least once a night, when you can see the Mare. I don’t know if anypony else can see it, and I don’t know if I want to tell anypony. They’ll think I’m making it up or I’m out of my mind. Celestia help me if I’m right, ‘cause that means she’s coming back, or that’s what my gut tells me.” Hawk put his hoof under his chin, thinking. “Can’t say one way or other, son. Have you told the Princess?” “I wrote her a letter that I think she can actually read, this time. I told her what I saw. I haven’t heard back yet. I wonder what she makes of it.” (((()))) … I thought I was seeing things at first, but I’ve seen the Mare move every night when I can see the moon. Does this mean she’s coming back? And how is it I can see this and nopony else can? It bothers me, god-Dam. It really does. Anyway, I didn’t want to bother you with a foal’s dreams, but I can’t shake the feeling something’s coming. I just hope I’m wrong. Love, your god-son Verdigris. Celestia laid the letter on her desk, stood and walked outside, looking up at the moon. For a moment, she thought she could see it move, too, and then it was as though nothing happened. The mark her sister left was as it had always been, unmoving and enigmatic. He may be right, but what can we do? I can’t use the Elements as I used to, if I can at all, and they’re still somewhere in the old castle. She looked, but nothing happened. If anything’s even happening. It may have been just a suggestion that seemed real. I’ll have to research this, however. What if he’s right? Celestia looked at the moon for a while, thinking. If she does come back, we’ll need the Elements, and that means finding ponies who can wield them. I’ll have to find somepony who can make that happen. She turned away and closed the drapes. That can wait. I hope. She returned to her desk, re-reading Verdigris’ letter. Good. He’s found friends. Maybe his isolation is over, even if he’s still set apart from them. He has such potential. “Thinking of Verdigris, are we?” said a voice. Celestia turned to see a familiar black Alicorn standing next to her. “How do you do that? I should be able to sense you, Michael,” Celestia said as she rang for tea. She stood and they wrapped their wings around each other. “Please. I’m the Lone Wolf, with all that implies,” he replied with a smile as they separated. “I’ve had to go unmarked more than once.” “It’s good to see you.” She showed him the letter, and after reading he walked to the balcony and looked up. He stood there for several minutes, his expression thoughtful. “Is it possible? Will she return?” “Anything’s possible,” he replied cryptically. “I can’t say for certain, but you should prepare for that eventuality. No banishment lasts forever.” He smiled grimly. “I should know.” Celestia wondered what he meant by that, but let it go. “All right. Are you going to visit?” “No, I’ve done everything I can for Verdigris directly, though I’ll still send books. The rest, as always, is up to him.” He re-read the letter. “Good to know he’s found his talent. Interesting that it’s dual-natured, but then he’s no ordinary pony,” Michael replied as Rigel brought the tea and left, with Surestrike entering. He noted the Guard was more relaxed and self-assured than before. “Well, somepony else has improved, it appears.” “Michael,” the Pegasus said as they shook hooves. “It’s been a while.” “I had some important matters to settle, but I’m not yet done,” he barely explained. “When you work for a Power, your work’s never really finished. I’ve a little time, and I’m taking it.” “And I thought she was a workaholic,” Surestrike said, nodding to Celestia as she poured. “Oh, you don’t know the half of it.” With that, the trio quietly enjoyed the tea and company. After a few minutes, Michael asked, “Have Freewind and Firelance reappeared?” “Not that I’ve noticed. Why?” Celestia’s eyes were lit with curiosity. “I’ve noticed some souls tend to stay together. Usually familial reasons, sometimes unfinished business. Verdigris’ situation has me thinking the latter. It has that feel.” “That may be, but I don’t know,” the Princess admitted. “He loved the books you sent, by the way.” “Good. When the technology’s up to it, I’ll have a few more things he’ll like.” He paused, then grinned thoughtfully. “I suppose I’ll have to invent a persona to cover the music.” “Just be sure you adjust it for Equestria.” “Please. When didn’t I take the environment into account?” A penetrating, raised-eyebrow stare made him flinch. “All right, but that was early in my career, and it still worked out.” “I take it you’re not going to be here long,” Surestrike said. “Not more than for tea. Equestria isn’t my area of responsibility. You’ve a truly peaceable place, compared to most, and I’m not needed. I’m here for the company.” Celestia smiled wistfully as he stood. “I know. Time to go,” she said. He leaned down and nuzzled her. “I can’t stay long. I don’t want my enemies finding Equestria, and I have my duties. I’ll see you again. That’s a promise.” He bowed his head and faded away. Surestrike watched as Celestia sighed. “You wish he’d stay,” he said. “That obvious,” she agreed. “I do, but trouble tends to follow him. His enemies would love nothing more than to come and spoil Equestria, just to get his goat. It’s about all they have left. They don’t dare go after him directly.” “Then, he’s like you?” “Not exactly. He’s not in any hurry, either.” She tilted her head to one side in thought, then smiled. “That’s why. He’s trying to teach Verdigris that life isn’t something you have to tolerate, it’s something to enjoy. You can’t do that by rushing.” “And you’ve got that one down.” She smiled and shrugged. “Do I have a choice?” (((()))) Sea Grass and Honey Bunch watched as Verdigris rode the wind; they’d declined when he asked them to join in. He barely moved his wings, and they could see the odd glow that indicated he was using his magic. He seemed to float effortlessly, and they could see his rapt expression through the binoculars. Their breath caught at how serene and happy he appeared as he soared above the sea. “He really loves it up there,” Sea Grass sighed. “I can’t blame him. Everything that bothers you just goes away.” “Yeah,” Honey Bunch replied wistfully, and a little sadly, Sea Grass thought. “What’s wrong?” Honey Bunch glanced at her, annoyance plain on her face. “Dad’s not happy about me spending so much time with Verdigris. He keeps hinting I can do better.” Her ears turned back as her eyes went opaque. “He thinks I don’t know what he’s talking about, but he’s about as subtle as a hurricane. He’s got somepony picked out for me.” Sea Grass looked at her in shock. “He’s arranging a marriage for you? That’s – ” She stopped, not wanting to say it. “I know. He has delusions of grandeur, sometimes. Like money’s the only thing that matters. I don’t want to sit by and be a pretty prize; I want to help with the business. Other sea transport groups are adapting, and they’re reaping the rewards; he’s stuck in a rut, and that’s going to ruin things unless we change with the world. He’s starting to take risks he shouldn’t to keep up, and he won’t listen to me. ‘Mares don’t matter’,” she sighed. “We were born in the wrong place, Sea Grass.” “No need to tell me. The old ways don’t work any more, but try to tell somepony who’s older than you are. I hate that smarmy, condescending look,” Sea Grass replied. She looked up at Verdigris again and sighed. “He’s better off than we are. He’s an outsider, and the rules don’t apply to him.” Honey Bunch snorted. “You mean he won’t let them. ‘You didn’t want me before, and now you do? No thanks.’ That’s his catch-phrase. He’s said it enough.” She watched as the colt turned on the wind and sailed toward the bluff. “He can see right through those hypocrites.” “Yeah, I think that’s what brought us together. We can all see it, we don’t like it and won’t put up with it, but he can do something about it.” Sea Grass looked at Honey Bunch worriedly. “Are you going to tell him?” “Are you?” came the reply, followed by a side-long glance. “I can’t. He can’t help.” “Same here,” Honey Bunch said. “I want to be with him for the rest of my life, but my father won’t let that happen. I don’t want to drop one more thing on him. If it comes down to it, I’ll leave.” Her eyes flickered sadly. “No, when it comes down.” “Game face on, here he comes,” Sea Grass warned as Verdigris swooped to one side and approached from the land. “Not a word. I promise.” “Thank you,” Honey Bunch replied as she put on a smile just before Verdigris touched down in a trot, then came to a stop beside them. She nuzzled him. “That was beautiful, and the look on your face was wonderful.” Verdigris returned the affection. “Thank you. When I’m up there, everything changes. All the little problems just melt away.” He tilted his head to one side and looked at her curiously. “Is something wrong?” “Nothing we can help,” she replied, glad her voice was steady. He looked at her, his expression asking if he could help. “You can’t, but thanks, Verdigris.” “Okay,” he replied dubiously. “What about you, Sea Grass? You’re worried about something.” “You know what’s going on. Dad’s still dad.” “If I can help, I’d like to.” “I don’t know if you can, but thanks,” Sea Grass replied as she nuzzled him. “I appreciate it.” “Are you sure you don’t want to fly a while? Looks like you could use it.” Honey Bunch nodded, then took wing. Soon she was hovering over the shore, and she seemed to relax; he could almost see the tension bleed away. “What’s wrong with her?” “I can’t tell you,” Sea Grass replied. “Full Sail told me he doesn’t want me around her, Grass. I put it together.” He looked up for a minute. “He’s got somepony picked out, doesn’t he?” Sea Grass looked at him in shock. “H-how?” Verdigris smiled grimly. “The townies keep quiet around me, but not around Freewind. They think she’s just another filly, but she’s got a brain, and she listens. The gossip is Full Sail’s arranging a wedding, and it doesn’t take a lot of brains to figure out the rest. She’s not thrilled with that, is she?” The filly shook her head slowly. “That means she’s either gonna go along with it and pretend to be happy or leave town.” His tone was even, but she could see the hurt in his eyes. It took her a moment to realize it was for Honey Bunch, not himself. “How do you do that? How can you see it?” “I don’t know, unless it had to do with god-Dam Celestia’s blood. She told me I’ve got power I don’t know I have, and I think this is part of it. Like being able to do what nopony else can. I should have drowned three years ago, but I didn’t. I should have lost that fight, too. I don’t really know what I am, but I know it’s because of her.” He looked up and smiled as Honey Bunch tipped her head back, joy on her face. “Did you two find out about Sunblur yet?” “Finally. There was a lot of digging involved. I’ll get it to you tomorrow; I’m still wrapping it up.” Verdigris gave her a sharp look. “Just you?” “Full-of-himself Sail doesn’t want her spending time with ‘lowly’ ponies, either. Like his money made him nobility,” she sneered. “He keeps pushing her at Goldenrod. What a waste of space. Doesn’t he know that colt has as much backbone as an earthworm? His dad’s one of Breakwater’s crew.” “Hmph. I’m surprised Sail hasn’t pushed her at Bluestreak,” he replied. There was a thread of cold disdain behind the calm tone. “If they were as position-minded as they act, he’d be pushing her at me. Celestia considers me her son, Grass. If they knew, their attitude would change quick.” “I – what?” “She hasn’t exactly said so that I can remember, but I get that feeling from her.” He looked at the horizon, where the moon would come up. “She’s worried, too. Something about Luna. I think the Nightmare’s coming back.” “Surely, you can’t be serious.” “I am serious.” He grinned mischievously. “And don’t call me Shirley.” Sea Grass was surprised into a long bout of laughter. “There. See? Laughter is the best medicine.” “What did I miss?” Honey Bunch asked as she trotted up beside them. “Oh, that – that was terrible,” Grass said through her giggles. Honey Bunch rolled her eyes while she smiled. She loved how Verdigris could make them laugh, even when everything seemed bad. That thought made her stop and look at him. There was a glint in his eyes that seemed to say, I know. It’s all right. She raised an eyebrow, nodded, and nuzzled him. “It’s okay,” he whispered. “That’s why I’m enjoying the time we have.” She wrapped him in her wings. “Okay. You’re going to have to tell me how you can figure everything out, one of these days.” “I will,” he promised. They separated, and he said “Who’s up for a walk on the beach?” Sea Grass looked at them, and made a decision. “You two have fun. I’ll go wrap up that information.” Verdigris looked at her suspiciously, as though he could see what she was thinking, and she met his eyes. She loves you. You know that, she thought. “Go on.” She nuzzled them both, and trotted away. Verdigris watched her leave. He could read what she was thinking in her eyes, and he wondered how. Yes, and so do you. Celestia, what did you do? “Come on. That beach isn’t going to come to us,” Honey Bunch said. “Okay. Watch your step,” he replied as he led the way. “Might as well see what washed up.” “Oh, that’s right.” The mare chuckled. “You know what they’re calling you in town, right? ‘Stinky Money’. Driftwood said you’re the one who’s finding the best product. How?” “I don’t have a lot to do besides read once I finish my school work, so I spend time on the bluff practicing, or walking the beach, looking for things. There are little back-channels and streams the tide pushes into, and some catches in the trees and brush. I’ve been finding all kinds of stuff, a lot of it washed in from ships. The Luna Triumphant, for example.” He snorted as they reached the beach and went east. “Lots of ponies said she was a cursed ship from the start.” “How?” Honey Bunch asked as they walked along. “What’s wrong with the name?” “They were supposedly siding with the Nightmare, and Celestia’s wrath came down on them. I don’t think that’s true, but you know rumors. That ship had bad luck from her launch until she sank last month. I found her log book a week later, and it makes you wonder if maybe Luna was angry.” “But she’s – ” Honey Bunch shivered as she looked to the east. The sunlight suddenly didn’t feel as warm, and she sidled closer as they walked. “Mmm, hmm. But some think she can reach out from there at night and do things. I don’t, but – remember when I said I thought the Mare moved?” She nodded. “I can’t shake the feeling something’s gonna happen. For the past few months, every time I look, I get the feeling she’s watching me back, and I don’t know how to feel about that. I mean, it’s like she knows everything about me just by looking, and it gives me chills. I don’t know what’s going on, and like anypony else that bothers me.” “Maybe it’s because you’re an outsider too?” He stopped and pondered for a minute. “Like calls to like? Maybe. And maybe I’m letting my imagination gallop away with me. I know it sounds crazy, and that’s why I haven’t told anypony but you, dad, Grass and Celestia. If I can feel it, and it’s true, she should, right?” “You’re right, it sounds crazy.” Honey Bunch stopped as he suddenly changed course and stuck his head into a small opening in the cliff wall. “What are you doing in there?” When he came out, he had a light silver chain with a deep yellow stone hanging from it in his teeth. “Fink dis is goo’ enuff?” he said around the chain. He shifted it a little, then said, “I think this came from the Mare Celestia. She had a jewelry consignment aboard.” Honey Bunch looked at him, half-crossly and half-amused. “How do you know that?” she asked as he returned to her side. After he put the necklace in his saddlebag, he said, “Book-End and I have an agreement. If I don’t make a mess, I can get into the library after hours, and read anything I find. I’ve got a key. The shipping records and sailing news have all the ships ever built in them. I check the lost ones every now and then, just so I can recognize what I see. That is, if it’s something valuable.” “That sounds interesting.” They continued on, and she asked, “Are you going to tell me?” He sighed and stopped. “I wish I wasn’t like I am, Honey Bunch. I can see things I shouldn’t be able to, if I was a normal pony. I swear I can almost ‘hear’ what ponies are thinking, if I look hard enough, and I think Grass knows it. She just looked at me and thought, ‘She loves you. You know that’, just before she left.” He looked at her. “I know it, and I love you, too. It’s not just a crush, either, is it?” Honey Bunch blushed and turned her face away for a few minutes. “She’s right,” she replied softly when she turned back and looked at him. “I think I did from that night we stopped and talked to you. Maybe it was sympathy at first, but not now. You’re everything the other ponies aren’t, Verdigris.” “So what are you going to do?” he asked softly, almost as though he didn’t need to hear the answer. Honey Bunch had been dreading that question. She took a deep breath and held it for a few seconds before answering, “I’ve got two choices, but I’m sure you know what they are. I’m not going to marry dad’s choice and pretend to be happy. I don’t think I could, with you here, and I – I want you with me for the rest of my life. This isn’t some filly’s fancy, either. I’ve been sure all this time.” She hung her head. “I can’t stay if I can’t be with you the way I want to, Verdigris. It would kill us both slowly, or we’d do something stupid, and that would be it. So I’m going to leave. I’ll stay as long as I can, but I won’t be married off to somepony who doesn’t measure up.” Verdigris watched her as she spoke, and kept silent. He knew she was serious, and there wasn’t anything to say. Before he knew it, Honey Bunch had him in a tight hug, and was kissing him frantically. Whoa, what? He pushed gently, then a little harder until he held her at forelegs’ length. She had a strange, desperate light in her eyes. Oh, Celestia. What a way to find out. “P-please, don’t – ” she started, but he put a hoof over her mouth. She looked at him, and saw a mixture of want and pain. “Verdigris…” “Honey Bunch, if we did, it’d wreck everything. Maybe we’re old enough, but that’s not how anypony else will see it,” he said quietly, with the undertone of desire she’d hoped for. “What will your parents do? Do you want them to have me sent away, so you’ll never see me again?” “N-no, they’ll never find out – ” “You know better. My nose is telling me plenty. You can’t hide that, and they probably know about our get-togethers with Sea Grass. Think about it.” Honey Bunch closed her eyes, took a deep breath, held it until her heart slowed, and let it out slowly. Her mind cleared, and she realized he was right. They wouldn’t be fooled for long, and they’d have him packed off to some backwater across the continent. It wouldn’t be the first time it had happened. She opened her eyes and said, “I’m okay. I’m sorry.” He let go and backed a few feet away. He was trembling as much as she was. “I just couldn’t stand the idea of not being able to touch you.” “I know. It’s not just me. There’s what’ll happen to my family. They’re just now treating mom like a pony, instead of a donkey. Guess who’ll get blamed. It won’t be you.” She nodded. “And what’ll they do to you? Lock you up until the day, and you get what they want, not what you want.” He shook his head. “I can’t let that happen, Honey Bunch. We’re going to have to face facts. It can’t happen here. We can’t happen here.” She sat down and looked at the sand sadly. “I know,” she replied softly. “I just wish there was a way.” Verdigris cautiously approached and nuzzled her. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to jump you again.” She sighed as he wrapped his wings around her. “This is going to be a bad nine years. If we make it that far. I can do what I want at fifteen.” “Then save up your bits. Moving isn’t easy, even if you travel light. Mom and dad didn’t have an easy time when they got here.” Honey Bunch was visibly glad for the change of subject. “How’d they meet?” “Mom taught at Canterlot University while dad was at the Patrol Academy. They met at a Gala and hit it off,” he replied as he sat beside her. “From what mom told me, Celestia was happy to see that. I guess I can ask if she drops by again.” “When did that happen?” “Not long after the fight. I was feeling really down, and she showed up and told me a few things. She helped me get over it, but I’m never going to forget it. Or the visit,” he finished with a wistful smile. “She’s wonderful, Honey Bunch. Never mind she’s a Princess.” “I can’t get over that, Verdigris. You seem to have all the real advantages, but you won’t use them.” “What she gave me, I do, but I won’t use our relationship. Keep this quiet, okay? She’s my god-Dam. You’re the only other pony I’ve told, and if the rest of the town knew it, they’d be sucking-up like nopony’s business. It wouldn’t be me, but the relationship they’d care about, and how they could use that.” He stopped and looked out to sea with a pained expression. “I hate to say it, but it’s true.” “Yeah, you’re right. That’s the really sad part. It’s never the pony, only what they can get or do for you,” she agreed softly. She looked back to see the sun touch the horizon. “I think we’d better get back, before somepony starts wondering.” She smiled gently. “I’m not sorry about what happened, but I apologize. I guess we cleared the air.” He smiled back. “Yeah, and then some. Let’s go. Oh, wait, before we do, I want you to have this,” he said, removing the necklace he found from his saddlebag and passing it to her. “Something to remember me by, when you have to leave.” “Don’t. Please don’t.” “Honey Bunch, we both know it’s not going to be possible here. We’ll just be friends. I know you want more, but let’s don’t push our luck.” She nodded and accepted the jewelry. “Okay. Thank you.” She looked at the chain he wore, smiled and said, “Trade you. This almost matches my coat, and that one matches yours. I don’t think anypony will notice.” Verdigris smiled and traded necklaces. “Clever filly. That’s what I like about you. You’ve got a brain, and you use it.” They put the necklaces on and made their way back down the beach. After a while, he sighed and said, “Well, this has been a day for revelations.” “No kidding. It’s going to be a tough wait, but I think we can get through it.” She looked out to sea as she thought. “Where should I go?” “Nowhere close. They’ll go get you and drag you back. I’d have to say Canterlot, or somewhere close to it. Too far for them to go, and you can get lost there. I’d have to ask mom to be sure, but it’s big enough.” He smiled. “You could always see if Celestia needs hoof-maidens, or something like that. Think of how much you could learn there.” “That’s another thing I like about you. No matter how black the cloud is, you can find the silver lining.” Honey Bunch nuzzled him as they reached the path up and began climbing. “Yeah, lucky me. Too bad it works for everypony else,” he replied half-seriously. “Why do you do that? It’s like you don’t think anything good can happen to you,” she asked. “No, it’s more like, ‘Things are great. What could go wrong?’ You’re just asking for the universe to show you,” he replied. “It keeps me on an even keel.” Honey Bunch flinched. “Sorry, didn’t mean to remind you.” He barked a laugh. “See what I mean?” She smiled wryly. “Yeah, I do.” When they reached the top, the sun dropped from sight, and the half moon appeared. She turned to see him stop and look at it, as though he was expecting something. “Anything?” “No, but it doesn’t always happen. I almost get the feeling she’s playing with me, but I could just be imagining the whole thing.” He shrugged. “That or I’m having delusions of importance.” Honey Bunch waited until he was beside her before smacking him with a wing. “Stop that. You are important. To me, and to Sea Grass. That’s not going to change, so knock it off.” She grinned evilly, and the smoke reached her eyes again. “Or else.” “Okay, I’ll stop it. Well, I'll try. Being different does things to you.” Honey Bunch nodded, then wrapped her wings around him. After a moment, he returned the hug. “I’ll think of you all the time, Verdigris. I can’t help it. It’s going to be hard, but how does the saying go? ‘Good things come to those who wait.’ I can wait.” “Yes. Another saying goes, ‘Anything worth having is worth waiting for.’ It’ll be tough, but we’ll make it through.” He nuzzled her. “You’d best get going. I’ll bet Sky’s wondering about where you go, and he’ll start spying.” He kept his expression from turning sour as he released her. “Good night, Honey Bunch.” “I’ll take care of him. Good night.” She turned and walked off into the night. He watched until he couldn’t see her, then turned for home. After a few minutes, the house came into view, and he noticed Sea Grass standing below his window. “Oh, come on. If the light’s off, nopony’s there.” He moved into a trot, and arrived a few minutes earlier than he normally would have. Sea Grass turned when she heard him, and face-hoofed when she realized why he didn’t answer. “What’s up, Grass?” he asked after nuzzling her. “I’ve got the information. You might not like it, Verdigris.” She hoofed over a large roll of parchment. “I got a lot more than I thought there was.” He accepted the roll and put it away. “Thanks. I’ll look at it later.” He looked away in mild embarrassment. “You’ll never guess what happened.” “She told you.” He nodded. “But that wasn’t it.” “No, she practically pounced me. I didn’t have to fight her off, but it still caught me completely by surprise. You were right, Grass.” He looked away, and she could see the pain and confusion in his eyes. “I had to talk her down. You have no idea how hard that was.” “I can guess. She’s not the only one,” the filly admitted calmly. She nodded when he looked at her. He didn’t seem surprised. “And you know it, don’t you?” “Not as well as I thought I did. She scared me, that’s for sure. I had no idea. Any of it.” She nodded, then stepped forward and kissed him quickly, retreating before he could react. “Nopony ever really does, do they? You don’t have to worry. I love you, but not as much as she does, or not as badly. Nine years can be a long time.” “Well, you obviously talked about it.” He looked out to sea, then grunted a laugh. “Looks like I’ve got it all, and I can’t do a bucking thing with or about it. Well, if you don’t count being isolated. I can live with that.” Sea Grass watched his expression change. “But?” “What about my folks and sister, and the brother on the way? They’re not as bad off, but I’m sure you noticed nopony visits. Not since I was in the hospital.” He grunted a hollow laugh. “Maybe I should post the hours I’m gone in town. Visiting hours. Great.” Sea Grass could hear the pain, even though he hid it well. “Honey and I kind of know how it feels, Verdigris. My folks have their own ideas about how things go, and hers are the ones everypony wants to know. We have to keep them at fore-legs’ reach, and we hate it. We can’t have any real friends, and the ones we have we don’t want.” Verdigris heard and saw the hurt, and he hugged her. “Just once, can’t everypony just get along? What’s the big deal? I don’t understand all that bull-puck.” “And I think you’re better off. It doesn’t consume your life. Imagine what it’s like having to do stuff you don’t want to, just to meet the right ponies, get the right opportunities, all that nonsense.” He looked at her in surprise. “Oh, yeah, I have that too, but not the same way.” “Everypony has problems,” he groused, then snorted. “Maybe I do have it better, but I don’t see how it matters, Grass.” He looked up at the stars. “Ugh. It’s late. I’m going to get in before mom comes looking. See you tomorrow?” “I’ll be here. So will Honey.” They embraced and kissed, and they parted. “Good night.” Verdigris watched her leave, then shook his head and walked to the door. He had a lot to think about tonight, some reading to do and one hay of a letter to write. (((()))) Celestia opened the letter she’d just received. Its size and weight made her wonder what had happened; most ponies she knew wrote longer letters when they’d gone through something important. The post took about a week to arrive from Oceanside, which meant Verdigris was past whatever had happened by the time she learned of it. I wonder what happened. He’s never written a letter this long before, she thought with trepidation. She unfolded the pages and read. Dear god-Dam Celestia, Today was one for the books. First, I have to tell you I know the full story about Firelance, Freewind and Sunblur. I remembered you calling me that when you visited the hospital, and my sister’s name is Freewind. Up until recently I didn’t understand the significance; I only thought they seemed very familiar. I’m not angry, in case you’re wondering. I think I understand, now that I have the information. It must have been devastasing when you accidentally killed us, and I don’t blame you. You wanted to do the right thing, then and recently, and you made a mistake. I forgave you then, and after the fight, and I still forgive you. I’m sure it’s not easy to be responsible for every pony in Equestria, and I can see why you did what you did. It’s really okay. As to how I learned, it was combined research done by myself and two fillies, Sea Grass and Honey Bunch, by name. They’re the only friends I have, and we’re very close. We also have to keep it secret, as Honey Bunch’s family has plans for her. I’m sure you’ve heard of her father Full Sail. He’s the one with plans, and I’m not part of them. Honey Bunch doesn’t want to be married off, and since she and I can’t be together, she plans to leave when she’s fifteen. If it’s not too much – my asking and her hoping – could you tell me if Canterlot’s where she might want to go? She’s more than just another pretty Pegasus; I think you’d like her for herself. If not Canterlot, then where? We can’t live in the same town if her father gets her way. Celestia’s eyes flickered with emotion, and she continued reading. Sea Grass is another Pegasus, and she’s a great pony. Her family’s about the opposite of Honey’s. They’re what most ponies think about when you talk about hard-nosed, practical and self-reliant Coast ponies. We’re not an item; I think that’s how the saying goes. We’re very good friends, maybe more, but her family has plans, too, and I’m not part of those, either. It’s not as … intense, I guess. Honey Bunch and I had a very revealing evening recently. I think we knew our feelings for each other, but not how strong they were. She about threw herself on me, and it took all my willpower to stop her and not take advantage of her. Not that she would have objected. I’ve never been so scared in my life, and I think she’s just as confused as I am. But we can’t be together, for reasons I mentioned earlier. If Sail ever found out, we’re all sure he’d have me packed off to Stalliongrad, or even further away. Honey and I have agreed to keep our distance, but it’s going to be very hard. I’m sure if there was a way, we’d be together the way we want to be. For now, it can’t happen. Not here. Not now. The only sign of our feelings is I have a salvaged pendant that matches her coat, and she has one that matches mine. Hopefully, nopony will make the connection. Something I’ve been thinking about is the fact my parents and Freewind haven’t had anypony visit since I came home from the hospital. I know it’s me, and I’m going to move out as soon as I can. It’s not fair to any of us, but it’s worse for Freewind. Her friends’ parents won’t let them come here; she has to go to them. She doesn’t say anything, but I know she’s wondering why. Sooner or later she’ll figure it out, and I don’t want her to resent me for it. So, as soon as I’m of age, I’ll get out from under their hooves. I’ve already got it picked out; the old Coast Grange about a quarter mile down the bluff. I know I’m isolating myself, but I can’t expect my family to suffer for what couldn’t be helped. I’m used to being by myself, more or less. I don’t like it, but I can’t expect them to stay alone because of me. I didn’t want to tell you half of this, but you have every right to know. You went out on the very same limb for me again, and I owe you everything I have and I am. It wouldn’t be fair, and you’ve been completely honest with me. I can’t do anything less, and I’ll always love and respect you for taking the chance again. As for the Moon, I still can’t shake the feeling I told you about. If anything, it’s stronger. I hope when Luna returns, it’s not as the Nightmare. Neither of you need that, nor does Equestria. I hope she can come back and be who you remember and love. I’m actually looking forward to meeting her; I have the feeling we’d have a lot in common. It’s late (almost midnight), and I’ll wrap this up. You’ll find with this letter a list of salvage that I turned in for the reward when the list of lost items was published. You’ll probably find it interesting. I did, and it wasn’t unprofitable. I just have to figure out what to do with the bits, but I’m sure Freewind will like her present. Speaking of that, what would mother like? You know her best, I’d think, being her teacher. Anyway, you’re all caught up. As Honey and I discovered, this was a day for revelations. Some I could have done without, or it would have been better if they’d waited, but Uncle Mike told me life has plans, and mine aren’t on the agenda. If you see him, tell him what you want, and that I’ll be all right. I have the feeling he’d understand, and maybe approve. All my love, your god-colt Verdigris. Celestia set the letter down, tears of sadness, veiled joy and pride in her eyes. He’s so much more than I expected. He’s got it rough, but he’s not thinking about himself. If only I could do something, but that wouldn’t help, would it? He probably wouldn’t let me. She sighed. Oh, what have I done to you, Verdigris? I gave you everything, but you can’t have or enjoy it. “That’s enough. He’ll be fine.” Celestia looked to the balcony to see Michael there, his eyes glowing with mild anger. “And you know this...” she trailed off significantly. “By going through it,” he replied softly. He moved to her side and draped a wing over her shoulder. “If he’s the colt I believe he is, he’ll prefer to solve his own problems, Celestia. All colts go through that at some stage of their lives. It’s how we’re raised.” The Princess leaned against him, taking comfort in his presence. “I know, but I want to help, if I can. Gemstone was right. He doesn’t deserve what he’s going through, Michael.” “Another old saying, Celestia: ‘The universe doesn’t give us any more than we can handle.’ Not quite the original version, but the same idea. You said he’d be strong, and this will strengthen him. Strength isn’t measured only in physical power, it’s also a measure of character. It’s worked out for me and mine. We’re a fine lot of characters,” he finished with a wry grin. A surprised laugh escaped the Princess, and the door opened to reveal Rigel and Surestrike. “Tea, as you asked, Highness,” the mare said, looking at Michael with curiosity. “Thank you, Rigel,” Celestia replied as Michael took the tray. “You may have the rest of the night off. Good night.” “Thank you, and good night, your Highness.” Rigel left and Surestrike closed the door. As Michael poured, Celestia retrieved the letter and read it again. A small crease of concern appeared on her forehead. “I still think I should try, Michael. He shouldn’t have to go through this.” “‘The world goes as it will, not as you or I would have it,’” he replied. “Another quote.” He smiled as he hoofed her a steaming cup. “Is there anything you don’t have a ready answer for?” “Plenty. I won’t worry about anything until I absolutely have to.” He passed a cup to Surestrike, then poured one for himself. “It’s always a balancing act, trying to do just enough, and not too much or too little. Let him be, unless it’s of critical importance. It’s all anypony can do, if they want to do right by those they love.” She looked at him steadily, and he met her gaze without flinching. “Yes, even Luna. You couldn’t have known. She kept to herself, and you both had your duties. Yes, you should have talked more, but that’s history. All you can do is take time when you can again, and this time don’t let your duties take all your time. Luna’s your responsibility as well. Be there for her, even if you have to invade her sanctum and privacy. She may not like it at first, but she will grow accustomed to it, and you’ll both be close again. It’s what brothers and sisters do for each other, be there when they’re needed.” “And how does this relate to Verdigris?” Surestrike asked, his curiosity peaked. “He and I aren’t very different. I’ve had a few bad lives, and his isn’t a horrible one. He’s learning what’s really important. Position isn’t much good unless you know where you stand, and wealth certainly won’t buy you happiness. Or even rent it, as the old joke goes. When you’re alone – as I’ve been many times – you see what truly matters. Family and friends the most. Everything else comes a distant second, when you get down to brass tacks. It’s who you share your life with that matters.” Celestia’s face stayed calm, but she felt a pang of sadness. Yes, that’s certainly true. I’d give almost anything to have Luna back, and the way she was. “Are you leaving soon?” she asked. “As always. I’m still not done, and though I can take all the time I need, this is pressing. I can’t let it go, and no, I can’t tell you. You don’t want to know what I’m dealing with. It’s my problem. You have your own. We can’t help each other, except in Verdigris’ case, and ...” he trailed off with a sigh. “I can’t do as much as I’d like. I’ve learnt to let go, because I have to. In the end, it’ll work out. I can’t say how, but I have the feeling everypony’s questions will be answered.” He set the empty cup down. “By your leave, Celestia.” She set her cup down, stood and wrapped him in her wings. “Good luck, and I hope you can visit for longer, Michael. He’s turning into a fine colt, but I still want to help. I think I can hold off, after what you’ve said. How can you be so wise?” “The same way as you,” he replied. “Time gives one perspective, and hopefully wisdom, after learning from your actions and mistakes. It’s something you can’t get any other way.” He nuzzled her and disengaged. “I’ll see you when I see you, but it may not be for some time. Until then.” “Sometime again,” the Princess replied as he faded away. Surestrike looked at the place he’d stood. “What did he mean by 'lives'?” “He’s proof that reincarnation is real, at least in his universe, Surestrike. If I understand it, he has more than ten times my experience, spread over hundreds of lives.” She shuddered. “It makes my problems seem a little smaller, and I can cope easier.” “As he said, perspective. And maybe wisdom,” he replied. “Always something anypony can use.” (((()))) “Little white lie’s been around for years; Little white lie’s ringing in your ears. Turn around come around back on you. Well, that little white lie's catching up to you. Little white lie! Say what you got to. Little white lie! Come back to haunt you. Little white lie! You got one, you got two. Little white lie!” – Sammy Hagar, Little White Lie (Marching to Mars) (((()))) “Well, that’s quite a haul,” Cash Box said as Verdigris counted out the bits from his salvage reward. “Nopony thinks walking the beach pays, but you’re proving them wrong.” “They could be right,” the Alicorn replied brightly. “Those storms must be scouring the bottom, knocking stuff loose and kicking it into the currents. What gets me is nopony else is out there, other than Driftwood’s crew, and they don’t even look for anything else, Cash Box.” “Well, it’s been thin pickings for so long, I guess they gave up or forgot.” The banker re-counted, and nodded. “Just out of curiosity, want do you plan to do with all the bits?” “Gifts for mom, dad and Freewind, of course. I’ll save up until I find something big to spend it all on,” Verdigris replied. He noticed Sky Watcher to one side. Honey Bunch’s brother pretended disinterest, but Verdigris noticed how his eyes kept straying back to the bits as Cash Box bagged them. Great. He’s gonna blab, the little dip. If I didn’t have to worry about Honey, I’d thrash him. I can’t believe nopony’s done it to the no-good snitch already, he thought. Cash Box took out a quill and wrote in his ledger, then wrote out a receipt, hoofing it over. “You could almost buy a house.” “Yeah, right. What am I gonna do with a house at my age? I don’t have enough stuff,” Verdigris replied, and they chuckled as he recorded the transaction in his bank-book. “See you next time.” He turned and trotted out as the Earth pony waved goodbye. He listened and heard the furtive, following hoof-beats. After a minute, he stopped and spun on his hooves to confront Sky Watcher. “Okay, Sky, what the hay do you want?” “N-nothing,” the grass-green Pegasus replied, his voice cracking with stress. “Try again. You’re a bad liar. I know you tell everything you learn to Bluestreak, and your dad. So what good is telling them about the bits gonna do? Your dad made it pretty clear I should stay away from Honey Bunch, and money doesn’t impress him much. What’s your angle?” Sky’s gaze strayed briefly to the pendant Verdigris wore, and he smiled nastily. “She’s got one of those, and it’s your color. I’m pretty sure he’d blow his top if somepony told him what they mean,” he said with an oily tone that set the Alicorn’s ears back. “What do you want?” “Just a few bits to keep me quiet.” Sky’s expression instantly changed from smarmy to scared as Verdigris’ eyes began to glow. “Y-you don’t dare – ” “I won’t lay a hoof on you; I don’t have to.” Verdigris slowly walked forward, backing Sky into the alley at the side of the building. His expression was stormy, and his eyes glowed more intensely. “If it wasn’t for Honey, I’d break you into little pieces, you twit. The only reason I’m letting you be is nopony will believe what you’re seeing.” Sky fetched up against the alley’s end and trembled. “D-don’t hurt me. I didn’t mean it,” he whimpered. Verdigris closed his eyes and sighed. Why do they always do this? Why do they always think because I treat them nicely that I’m a sucker? Why don’t they get that I can mess them up worse than – He slammed the brakes on that train of thought. It’s because they can’t see past their own wants, lad, Uncle Mike’s voice said silently. You’ve known this from the beginning. So how do I get them to stop? Verdigris asked in the same way. What you’ve just done should go a long way. Once they hear, they’ll start wondering and worrying. I know you don’t want to be just another bully like them, but power is all these simpletons understand. Just stop it here. Sky will take it to them, and it should be over. For the moment. It seemed to Verdigris the last words were covered with a thick layer of sadness and resignation. He opened his eyes, and looked at the pathetic colt cowering at his hooves. “Get lost. Just get away from me, Sky,” he growled as his eyes stopped glowing. “And keep your trap shut about Honey and me. I won’t have to do anything, and you know it.” The Pegasus leapt up and fled, crying. “Ah, horse apples.” What do I do now? I’m not much better than they are, am I? He hung his head briefly, then walked slowly back home.