It’s been three days (which still sounds weird to say) and everypony I meet is still partying. The last town I passed through was like one endless conga line.
Somepony fixed everything, which is great! Now everypony isn’t living with my mistake anymore, which is also great.
Except I don’t want to go home. If I do I’ll run into ponies I know, from the slums or from the school. It doesn’t matter who, I don’t want to face any of them. That goes double for Princess Celestia; she’s got to have the world’s biggest “I told you so” waiting for me.
Well she’ll just have to keep waiting. The next train leaves at dawn (still weird!), and nopony’s big on checking for tickets right now. Next stop: nowhere important.
- Moon Dancer