Canterlot was not a kind city.
For all of Celestia’s attempts to make it such, it was as if the city itself resisted this attempt at change. Sure, it tolerated you, even when most would push you aside for fear of being labeled, but it was never kind. It tolerated the beggar, but did nothing to elevate him, it tolerated the different and the eccentric, but it did nothing to try and understand them. In this way, it was almost cruel, for it could be more, as it had the tools and necessary cultural language to be a kind place, but it did not desire to truly accept or understand others, only tolerate them.
This was more true now than at any point in Twilight’s life and she once more did not need her newfound powers to see this fact, though the strange sense of awareness she had gained recently did help in this regard. Ponies who had tolerated her, and were even kind to her in the past now seemed cold, and indifferent, staring as she passed, whispering amongst each other. No comments were thrown her way, and nopony stopped or insulted her, but they almost universally seemed to sneer down at the filly when they thought noone was looking.
Twilight knew in her heart that this was in part her own fault for projecting these thoughts on some ponies, but it was difficult not to, given that a lot of ponies seemed more than willing to scream their thoughts at her. The filly nervously glanced around the street car, noticing that nearly everypony around her had a horn, or wore the uniform of the street car company, which she couldn't remember the name of off the top of her head. The few earth ponies and pegasi seemed indifferent to her, too mired in their own problems to even spare the strange unicorn filly a thought.
Other than them, there was an elderly unicorn glancing occasionally in Twilight’s direction, a strangely judgemental and yet confused expression on his face. Twilight didn't even have to try and listen to his thoughts to know that he was suffering some inner turmoil due to Twilight being of noble birth yet apparently having some sort of flaw that made him view her as defective in a way. The other unicorns either guarded their thoughts or simply didn't care, with a strangely angry white coated mare near the back being one of the few who could guard her thoughts but didn't.
Twilight shuddered as she thought about the strange pony, trying not to think of her, but unable to not to. She wore old golden armor that appeared more ceremonial than anything, and though she seemed to be of noble birth she was still down here riding the streetcar with the middle and lower class. Her thoughts were the worst, and Twilight got the distinct impression that she was all but shouting them at the filly.
Though the exact words were lost in the haze of rage, one thing Twilight could hear distinctly was the word freak being thought over and over.
When the streetcar slowed to let off passengers, Twilight could take it no longer and without thinking hopped from the car, and scampered across the road, putting as much distance between herself and the strange pony as possible. The filly could feel the eyes of the hateful pony on her until the street car picked back up, and Twilight disappeared into the crowd.
Here amongst the hustle and bustle of the city, the unicorn filly was at least partially hidden, her small stature and unassuming expression leaving little reason for anyone to give her a second glance. This anonymity was a breath of fresh air for the filly, who felt the beginnings of a smile coming on, only to accidentally bump into a large unicorn stallion who said nothing after brushing against her.
Twilight frowned, opened her mouth to speak, only to think better of it and trot over to the very edge of the sidewalk before continuing on. As she began to trot further in the direction of home, she caught a glimpse of her reflection in a passing window and couldn't help but stop and look for a moment, a thought occurring to her.
Why do they stare? Surely I’m not that strange, she thought, looking at her reflection.
With her glasses on, her eyes did not glow, and in fact looked more normal than before, her eye color having been changed to the most common eye color in Equestria, blue. Sure her coat was rather odd to see on a filly, but that alone wouldn't have earned her that much ire, right?
As she thought about it, the filly found her thoughts going out to the unicorn word for harmony, the academic mare remembering the ancient tongue of her ancestors and all its strange translations. While earth pony language or Terran, as the earth ponies called it, had largely died out and was only used by the few druid circles still hidden away in Equestria, unicorn language, or Celestial as the noble houses referred to it, was still used semi-commonly. Or at least that was true amongst the rich and elite, though even then Twilight had begun to notice scraps of conversation spoken entirely in the ancient dialect while even on the street.
Unlike the straight forward and relatively simple language of the earth ponies, Celestial was flowery in the extreme, with most conversations taking nearly twice as long. With multiple definitions for each word based on the small inflections it was a nightmare for those who did not learn it when they were young.
The language itself wasn't what struck her, what struck her was the particular way that Celestial translated its word for harmony into modern Equish.
It was pronounced Aleventria in Celestial, and when translated it meant harmony, but had the inflection of comforminity or order, and was used in different ways than the word harmony was.
It also seemed to shape unicorn culture, and Twilight wondered if that was the reason old unicorn families considered those that bucked Aleventria to be worthy of shunning. It wasn't Aleventerious of an individual to not fit what society wanted of them, which explained much in the filly’s opinion.
Twilight shook off such ruminations for the moment though, making a note to read more on the subject when next she returned to school, and her true home.
For now, she had paused long enough, and with a confidence swirling within her, Twilight puffed out her chest and strode through the crowd, making sure to stay off to the side and out of the way this time. Whether it was the attitude change, or simple luck, Twilight didn't find herself slowed by any ponies thinking hate at her or even thinking much of her at all for that matter.
The filly slipped down one street and crossed over to another, knowing well the way home from all the times Bull drilled street names into her head during their last journeys back. Twilight frowned as she thought about the old guard, conflicted by the thoughts that emerged when she considered her.
The sound of someone weeping nearby drew the filly from her thoughts and Twilight looked up to notice a mare crumpled in a heap next to the gate to the mare’s house. The property itself was coming up on her right, and though it wasn't the largest house on the block, it was still a modest three story structure with a wrought iron gate and an architectural style that placed the house’s construction recent but not too recent. An admirable feat to own such a structure, that much Twilight was certain about, though upon looking closer she realized such an assumption may be incorrect.
The mare was sitting with her back against the fence, her head in her hooves as she sobbed uncontrollably. On the step of her house two stallions were arguing while a third and fourth hefted a large couch through the door and out unto the street where they tossed it into a growing pile of goods piled haphazardly on the curb. Even at half a block away Twilight could hear the argument, though she wasn't sure how much she was perceiving due to her new sense and how much of that was simply having ears.
“-and I told you that I had over two weeks left before the bank foreclosed! I had time, you can't just-” the earth pony stallion began, only to be cut off by a tired unicorn raising a hoof.
“And I told you that the bank got bought, as well as its assets, including the deed to your house and per the agreement that you signed when you took out the loan, the minimum amount of time needed to evict you is twelve hours,” the tired unicorn replied.
“But that's insane! How am I supposed to find a place to live in less than twelve hours? The old bank had a two week policy!” the first stallion exclaimed, glaring at the movers who were now carrying out an old grandfather clock which they placed next to the couch.
Twilight found her hooves slowing and her attention fixated on the two stallions, feeling the waves of anger and desperation that rolled off one, as well the irritation and guilt that came from the other.
“That's just it, it was a policy, not a rule and not something upheld by law. Blue and Gold have given you the legal necessary amount of time to-” the unicorn began, only for him to be cut off by the earth pony shouting over him.
“Blue and Gold? I should have known those assholes were behind this! First the factory and now my house? When will it be enough for them?” the earth pony demanded angrily, stomping his hoof. “Is there enough bits in the world to satisfy those hornheads’ greed?”
“Woops,” one of the movers mumbled, before the grandfather clock tipped over, smashing against the pavement. “Sorry sir. I guess it's a little hard to see past this horn on my head. You know how it is.”
“How dare you! That clock is worth more than your rinky dink moving company!” the earth pony shouted, stomping up to the mover’s face. “You are going to pay for that or so help me I will sue the pants off you!”
“Yeah whatever, the insurance will take care of it,” the unicorn replied smugly. “Come on, boys, let's get lunch. Maybe when we get back things will have cooled off a little.”
“You can't leave yet! My stuff is still sitting in the street,” the stallion muttered, his confidence beginning to wane.
“Law says I got another four hours to get your stuff out, plenty of time to get lunch,” the mover replied, motioning for his crew to follow him as he turned and left.
Twilight gulped and picked up the pace, passing by the house and trying not to look at the earth ponies but unable to turn off her newest sense, making her accidentally pick up the hushed conversation between the distraught couple.
“I’m sorry, Lotus Breeze. We’ll find something, we always do,” the stallion whispered.
The mare sniffed. “I know, but where will we go? No bank in Canterlot will touch us now, not after this.”
“I know you don't like it, but my uncle offered me a small plot of land out in the frontier,” the stallion replied, his tone betraying the fact that he expected resistance to his suggestion.
“I guess that's it for us, huh? It's the frontier or the street,” the mare murmured.
Now out of earshot of the two ponies, Twilight winced and put her head down, picking up speed and weaving around the moving ponies that were in front of her. As she passed Twilight made herself as small as possible, trying to avoid the gaze of the strange ponies, yet seemingly inevitably that was not meant to be, and she felt the gaze of the unicorn boss on her backside. Though he said nothing, he didn't need to, the disgusted snort, and his thoughts saying everything.
Freak.
Twilight bit her lip and ran a little faster, sprinting down the street and putting some space between her and the moving ponies.
The word swirled around in her mind for several minutes, running back and forth through her mind without rest. Freak, freak, freak, it was all she could think of, and as time passed Twilight felt the word settle into her soul, making her doubt herself and wonder if she was even a pony anymore.
The image of her parents drifted through her mind, and even that wasn't enough to stop the whirlwind raging inside the filly’s head. She was a freak, and though her parents meant well, thoughts of them would not dissuade the sentiment that she was something to be reviled. But then something changed, and out of the blue Twilight thought of Shining Armor and all the pleasant memories that came with such an image and suddenly she didn't feel quite so anxious.
Her parents may have been caught up in the whirlwind of change that had come with her acceptance into Celestia’s school but throughout the months Shining Armor hadn't changed, much anyway. She could still count on him, of that she was sure, and as she trotted up to the small gate that separated her house from the street she lived on, Twilight smiled and looked up at the place she had once called home.
She smiled, not because she was happy, but because she knew she would be. When Shining Armor came home tonight, things could would go back to normal, at least for a while, and that alone was enough to bring hope to the filly’s heart.
Brushing past the gate, Twilight trotted up to the front door and pushed it open, or at least tried to, as it turned out to be locked. The filly paused and then lifted her hoof, knocking twice on the heavy oak portal.
“Hello?” she called, still confused by the sudden change in locking procedures.
There was a second, before the door suddenly opened, startling Twilight as she could always hear someone coming to the door every other time she had gotten locked out. The filly quickly surmised that there had been a charm placed on the house, one that obscured the sound of hooves from within and for a moment she wondered what other magic may have been placed on the aged structure.
“Oh it's just you, Twilight,” Night Light muttered, relief flowing through his voice. “Thank the stars.”
Twilight smiled up at her father, only for that smile to falter when their eyes met and Twilight looked away. The expression on his face was one of worry, the same one it always had when Twilight was around. It was a look that always made the filly feel bad for existing, as it seemed to remind her that there was something wrong with her.
She couldn't fault him for that, not really, as it was a parent’s duty to worry about their child, but the aged stallion always seemed to take this to an extreme.
Twilight stepped inside and shrugged off her bags, hardly noticing the hasty manner in which Night Light closed and locked the door behind her, picking up her bags within a second of them hitting the floor. “Oof, that's quite the load you got there. You didn't bring home the whole library again, did you?” Night Light asked as he levitated the bags up off the ground.
“Just a few textbooks,” Twilight muttered, looking past him and up the stairs expectantly. “I can get it though, really. I was going to go read in my room anyway.”
“But you just got home, you must sit for at least a little bit and tell us about your week at school,” Night Light replied in a tone usually reserved for the very old, or the very young.
“It was good, nothing really different, just got a coat.” Twilight shrugged, glancing past the other side of the stallion and looking for an opening up the stairs. “Same old same old.”
“I uh see that. Your mother is in the kitchen, why don't you at least give her a hello before you go off to your room?” Night Light offered, gesturing to the filly’s right and towards the aforementioned room.
Twilight frowned, and looked up at her father, knowing from just a glance that this was not something she was going to be able to weasel out of. “Fine,” she muttered.
The stallion breathed a sigh of relief. “Just try and be nice okay? Your mother loves you very much.”
Then she has a strange way of showing it, Twilight thought to herself, biting back the remark before she could speak it.
The filly wiped her hooves and made her way towards the kitchen at a ponderous pace, her thoughts lingering on her father and the way he seemed to dwell on the filly’s health, perpetually distraught by the changes that had occured. Twilight knew he loved her, but his worry ran so deep that she found it difficult to speak to or even be around the older stallion over the last month or so.
Unlike her mother.
Where Night Light’s worry emerged as a fear for the filly’s safety, Twilight Velvet’s worry came out as a fear for not only the filly, but for everyone. This was perhaps the strangest change Twilight had seen occur in her family, as her mother had always been the most honest and upfront person in her family. Yet she was afraid, no, terrified of the young filly, for reasons Twilight couldn't imagine.
Not wanting to startle her mother, Twilight clopped her hooves audibly against the tiled floor, ensuring everyone in the kitchen was able to hear her coming. Despite this, her mother peeked nervously around the corner, as if Twilight was some sort of home invader she had to worry about.
When their eyes met Twilight could feel her mother’s body tense up, her paranoia coming across as a slap in the face to the telepathic filly. “H-hi, mom,” Twilight muttered awkwardly.
Twilight Velvet’s mind was not difficult to read, and despite the fact that the filly could detect a good amount of guilt for having made her daughter feel unwelcome, it was eclipsed, as it always was, with fear. “Hello, Twilight, how was school?” the older mare asked in an oddly strained tone of voice.
“Not bad. Just the usual stuff, and I got a coat,” Twilight replied.
“That's wonderful dear, though it is a little dark though…” the older mare replied, humming disapprovingly.
“I like it,” Twilight announced sternly.
The statement seemed to cause the older mare to take a step back and raise a hoof defensively. “And that's what matters. If you’ll excuse me I have supper in the oven and I really should keep an eye on it.”
Twilight Sparkle watched as her mother disappeared around the corner once more, leaving the filly alone with her thoughts.
Shaking her head, the filly turned to leave. “Nice to see you too,” she muttered under her breath.
Twilight passed her father wordlessly, knowing full well that her books were upstairs in her room by now, probably having already been organized. At this point it thad become so routine that they didn't need to speak, with Night Light knowing full well that his daughter wasn't going to emerge from her shell until Shining Armor came home. Something that she may not be looking forward to as much if she knew what he knew.
“Hey, Twilight,” Night Light muttered as the filly stopped on the landing halfway up the stairs.
“Yes, father?”
“Just wanted to let you know that Shining Armor got called out to another fancy get-together with one of his guard friends so it might be a little while before he gets home.” Night Light smiled weakly. “Would you like to join me and your mother for dinner or should I bring it up?”
Twilight frowned, and glanced up the last few steps and towards her room. “I’d like to eat in my room please.”
Night Light sighed, but nodded his head regardless. “I understand. Make sure you come down to grab dessert at least, I bought an apple pie.”
The filly giggled at the memory of the last time her father had tried to cook a pie. “I will.”
The stallion nodded. “Have fun reading, Twilight. I love you.”
Twilight smiled. “I love you too, dad.”
She walked up to her room, energized by the warmth and love that emanated from her father, the filly knowing full well that his love was as honest and genuine as ever. Even though the news of Shining Armor being late again was an unpleasant one, it was good to know that he was making friends.
Closing the door behind her, Twilight plunked down at her desk and pulled out one of the advanced textbooks she had signed out from the library. It was on trigonometry, a subject she was not well versed in, and it was going to serve as an interesting challenge for the formerly math inept filly. With such a large hurdle before her Twilight hoped that it would help the weekend fly by, but as she read through the opening, she couldn't help but feel that same worry that infected the rest of her family suddenly crawl up her spine.
The older guards were nice, but the younger ones seemed to be… different and though Shining Armor having friends certainly wasn't a bad thing, Twilight wondered just what kind of friends he was making. She wouldn't assume any control over his life, but the filly blanched when she considered the possibility that Shining Armor had made friends with one of those cruel noble houses Silver Bulwark always talked about.
Shutting that thought from her mind, Twilight focused on her textbook and began to take notes, drawing an extra piece of paper and setting her mind to task.
Hours flew by, food came, and pie was had, and throughout it all Shining Armor had yet to return. Twilight frowned as she stared out the window, the sun setting in the distance and casting what little of the city she could see from her window in the long rays of twilight.
“Where are you, Shiny?” Twilight whispered to the night.
Twilight knew instinctively what time it was, even while she lay on her back in her bed, her hooves balancing her textbook over her head. The bookmark in the textbook was a good third of the way through the book and the small mountain of notes on her desk was a testament to how far she had come over the last few hours. Yet even that small success couldn't break her funk.
It was nearly ten o’clock and Shining Armor had yet to come home.
“What is keeping you?” she asked the book, which she was now levitating in her magical field.
She rotated the object around and around, unable to concentrate enough to go back to work, but also not so aimless that she was actually able to calm down and simply enjoy the small comfort of her bed. Placing the book back on the desk next to her notes, Twilight turned over and tried to relax, or at least stop her mind from running in circles with worry.
Just as she felt her brain start to spiral out of control again she heard the door downstairs creak open.
Hoping out of bed, Twilight trotted over to the door to her room and threw it open and snuck to the top of the stairs in order to look down on the scene playing out on the entryway to her house. Shining Armor stood a little taller, his cheeks slightly rosey, though that wasn't what grabbed Twilight’s attention. For on his cadet scarf was a small pin of a golden egg like object behind which had a slightly larger blue circle. It was a mark Twilight had seen before on a few of the younger guards, guards who seemed to be the most hateful of the bunch.
Twilight didn't even hear the warm greetings her parents gave the stallion, but she didn't have to, for the filly knew well just how they greeted him compared to the greeting she was always given. Her teeth ground together and Twilight stared down at the trio as her mother pulled Shining in for a hug, a wide, genuine smile on her face. A smile Twilight hadn't seen in a long, long time.
She waited until her parents retreated, and her father moved back to his lounge chair while her mother went back to the kitchen, having said something about breaking out some wine for the occasion. With the coast clear Twilight hastily hopped down the stairs, hoping against hope that Shining hadn't changed as well.
“Shiny!” she yelled excitedly, trotting up to him and reaching up to hug the stallion.
Only to be stopped by a shimmering wall of force that kept her at bay. “Hey, Twilight,” Shining Armor remarked in a firm neutral tone, his barrier only falling when Twilight blinked and took a nervous step back.
“I’m not infectious, remember?” Twilight muttered weakly. “Princess Celestia even said.”
“I know what she said,” Shining Armor shot back. “But then again I’m not sure I trust what she says.”
“But it's Princess Celestia!” Twilight exclaimed. “I don't think she even can lie.”
The stallion snorted. “I wouldn't go that far.”
“I…” Twilight’s jaw slammed shut and she stared up at Shining Armor with tears in the edges of her eyes. “What did I do?”
Shining Armor looked around, and after noticing that their parents weren't in the immediate vicinity, motioned towards the hallway which led to the back of the house. “Come on, we can talk about it downstairs.”
“Why though?” Twilight asked.
“Just trust me,” Shining replied before turning and walking away, not waiting for a response.
Twilight frowned, but followed the stallion dutifully, making her way down the hall and to the other side of the house, staying close even as he opened the door to the basement and trotted down the stairs. The few lights that illuminated the small basement were lit, revealing the large open room and the many boxes piled haphazardly within. A small area to her right had been cleared for the purpose as serving as a small hidden space where her father could retreat to do woodworking. In addition there was a small bar pushed into a corner but other than that the rest of the area was filled with things that had simply never been unpacked, despite the fact that they had lived here for nearly a decade at this point.
Shining Armor used his magic to close the basement door behind them and turned to face his sister, a grim expression on his face. “Do you eat meat now?” he asked suddenly.
“It's not like that, Shining Armor, I just have this soup I’m supposed to eat,” Twilight offered weakly.
“Yes or no, Twilight?” Shining Armor demanded, taking a step forward.
Shrinking back, Twilight nodded weakly. “Yes. Princess Celestia says I need it for my diet or else I get a really bad tummy ache.”
“Then it's true,” Shining Armor murmured, looking down at the filly with a hint of more disgust in his eyes.
“It's not like I want to!” Twilight exclaimed. “Princess Celestia says that if I don't eat the soup that I would eventually get sick and might even die!”
“Ponies don't eat meat,” Shining remarked.
“I am a pony…” Twilight whispered, staring down at the floor.
“I doubt that.” Shining Armor frowned. “Is it also true that you can read minds?”
Twilight winced, shrinking even lower, and wishing desperately that she had her glasses or at least her coat on at a time like this. “I don't know… kind of? Princess Celestia says-”
“I don't care what Princess Celestia says.” Shining Armor’s eyes narrowed. “Is that a yes, or a no?”
Twilight sighed. “Yes.”
The stallion slowly shook his head. “Is it also true that you made friends with a griffon?”
“Hey, Razor Wind is nice! He plays games with me and likes my eyes!” Twilight yelled back.
Shining Armor took a step back, a disgusted look crossing his face. “He's a griffon, Twilight! They went to war with Equestria, you can't trust them.”
“That was over a hundred years ago!” Twilight shot back.
“Griffons hold grudges, Twilight, they aren't like ponies.”
“The only one with a grudge here seems to be you.”
Shining Armor’s eyes narrowed. “Is it true you attacked your therapist?”
Twilight instantly felt all the confidence that had been surging inside her suddenly vanish and she pawed nervously at the floor. “N-no.”
“Really, Twilight?” Shining Armor stepped forward, the stallion looming over the filly. “Because from what I heard, there was a big mess after you two got in an argument.”
The filly gritted her teeth, choking back a sob. “That didn't happen,” Twilight whispered, remembering the promise of confidentiality that Velvet Touch had given her.
“So it is true then.” Shining Armor shook his head slowly, fear suddenly creeping up his back.
Twilight could all but taste the emotions currently swirling in the stallion, and what she felt nearly made her retch in disgust. Fear bordering on paranoia was the most prominent feeling, second only by disgust, the rest of the emotions being fouler still than even that.
In that moment Twilight realized something she had known for over a month by now. This was not her home, and she no longer belonged here now that the last pony in this house had finally turned on her. Tears flowed down her face, and though Shining Armor continued to speak, the filly didn't hear a word of it, her magic already building in her horn.
She didn't have to look up to know that Shining Armor had cast a shield spell over himself, already convinced Twilight was trying to build up some sort of attack. A second later that assumption was proven wrong when Twilight teleported up to her room.
Now alone, Twilight grabbed her notes, books and other things she had brought with her and stuffed them into her saddle bags, her legs already carrying her towards the stairs. She could hear the sound of shouting as Shining Armor ran up the stairs, yelling something to her father, who stood near the entryway, eyes wide, a confused expression on his face.
Her mother was there too, standing off to the side with a glass of white wine in her hoof, staring in shock at Twilight who ran down the stairs.
“What's going on?” Night Light demanded, stopping Shining Armor before he had a chance to intercept Twilight.
“She's a freak, dad, she admitted to attacking somepony and-” Shining Armor began, only to be stopped by a firm glare from Night Light.
“We will talk about your punishment later. Now go sit down in the living room.” He turned to the filly only to notice that she had already thrown open the door and was two steps outside. “Twilight, stop, we can talk about this. Where are you going?”
Twilight stopped at the gate, turning back to her father. “Home,” she replied, before turning and sprinting off into the night.
Night Light ran after her, but quickly realized that the filly had already teleported away. Stopping on his front lawn, the stallion frowned, his worry and anger slowly morphing into rage.
The stallion turned and stomped back into the house, glaring at both Shining Armor and Twilight Velvet in equal measure. “What were you thinking, calling your sister a freak?” he demanded, jabbing a hoof into Shining Armor’s chest. “You know she hates that word.”
“B-but she is, she eats meat and hangs out with griffons and-”
“She's your sister,” Night Light stated in disgust. “How could you? I don't care that her diet has changed, or that she's making friends. In fact I’m kind of elated by that second thing.”
“Now dear, we should listen to the colt,” Twilight Velvet interrupted. “What if it's true and she really is a predator now.”
“No,” Night Light stated, glaring daggers at his wife. “I’ve put up with this for far too long, and I will not tolerate it any longer.” The stallion spun towards Shining Armor just as he was about to say something, making the colt wince and recoil slightly under the angry glare of his father. “Did you know Mister Star Forger has to take protein supplements for his condition?”
“Yes,” Shining Armor whispered.
“And do you hate him too?” Night Light demanded.
“N-no, but this is-”
“Not different in the slightest,” Night Light finished. “We can hate the fate that destiny has bestowed upon the sick, but we must never hate the sick. You will spend the rest of the weekend at home, in your room. Got it?”
“But dad, what about the game?” Shining Armor replied pleadingly.
“The game will go on without you,” Night Light stated.
The colt withered, staring down at the floor guiltily before turning and trotting slowly up the stairs.
Now alone, his wife turned to Night Light. “Are you sure about this, Night Light?”
“I have not been more sure of anything else in my entire life,” Night Light replied. “And don't worry, I will be making up the spare room.”
“You don't have to do that, Nighty-” Twilight Velvet began, only to be cut off by another harsh glare.
“For you.”