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// Big Mac Clings to the Familiar 
// Story: Queen Chrysalis Pays a Visit and Big Mac Clings to the Familiar 
// by CrimsonEquine 
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Big Macintosh wore a fine mare’s dress. It had a pink color in its folds. So many little streamers lined the bottom edge. They were tied into a bow shape and were the color of the marine sea. The large puffed cuff-links around his neck had indentations of orange butterflies. His sleeves reached down to the side of his hooves. The wide dress train had red roses glued all over its frame. There were roses without brown spots, they spread apart to show round dark petals. Big Macintosh sat on a small four stemmed chair of wood with a back, that creaked as he shifted. Next to him was a table with a long teapot atop it, some apple crumb cakes that were yellowish brown that sat on fleurette styled wraps, and a mix of different stuffed animals that ranged from a blue bear, a yellowish rabbit, and a green dog that slumped from its side. 

Big Macintosh lifted the teapot and poured down the liquid to his cup. As it landed, a bit of vapor wafted out into a cloud of smoke. The tea warmed his hoof and he took a sip which tasted tart yet sweet. He sat it down and eyed Applebloom as she ate a bit of crumb cake. A bit of the crumb fell down onto the table. She sat down the crumb cake and took a sip of her tea. The flavor felt delicious of chamomile taste. Applebloom knew that chamomile was perfect for this little tea party. It would become a problem if she hadn’t had a chamomile drink. A fond memory that she couldn’t go without. 

“Ah it's almost as you could see into the past,” said Applebloom. “I wonder how they are doing now”. 

Big Macintosh scratched his head and took a bit of crumb cake. His wide-eyed expression turned to a solemn sadness. He placed down the cake and felt his heart race. It was about time to talk about things. The thought of such a delicate subject would be difficult to digest. He didn’t know where to start or how to explain himself. The only heartfelt cry he could make came from deep within. How much he missed them, what they would think if they were still here. The strength to speak wouldn't come out. There would only be a silence that couldn’t be stopped. 

“They must be at peace, I just wished they could see us for how we are now,” said Applebloom. “I hope they are happy up there”.

“Eeyup,” said Big Macintosh. 

Applejack came from behind, not eager to join this. It would be a hard time with them. The barn had hay all around the place. She didn’t believe it a good idea to discuss them under a smelly place like this. Applejack missed several of their get-together. If only she could get Twilight to do something. No, it seemed to be a perfect place for this. It may not be the best areas to talk but it was home. The two of them waved at her to come. She crept to them with a slow step. As she came upon them, they could see the beautiful dress that she wore so long ago. The gala was a faint memory of the past. A welcome addition to their little party. 

“You came!” said Applebloom.