Starlight takes a nervous sip out of her teacup, ignoring the sweat slowly rolling down her face as she eyes the two tall figures with her.
The trio are seated around a table by a window in the library, of all places, sipping tea.
Spike lazily places his cup back down, his eyes not leaving the book he's holding with his other hand.
Flurry takes a sip as she gazes at the outside world through the window, the quiet town of Ponyville awash with the orange hues of the setting sun. Placing her cup back on its saucer, Flurry smiles a gentle and calm smile, masking the nervousness growing within her.
Quietly, Starlight refills their cups with tea.
Silence.
Starlight wishes she is somewhere, anywhere but here.
Someone is going to break the silence, soon if not later.
Or perhaps no one. Words are dangerous. At least, that's what the aging mare believes.
Perhaps the silence isn't so bad aftera—
"Ponyville has grown, hasn't it?"
Starlight audibly inhales, and wishes to Celestia that her death may be quick and painless.
Spike turns a page.
"So peaceful, and—"
"Get to—