Where Rock meets Earth

by Sipioc


Our Day

I ain’t ever one to want to be the center of attention.  I’m happy to play my part somewhere quiet and out of the way.  Well, ‘cept for a good ol’ rodeo.

A twinge in my back, mocks me a bit, reminding me that I ain’t no spring chicken anymore.  ‘Hogwash to that.’ I say as I push through it, more keen to walk it off than let it get me down.

The pigs are eager for the Apple cores and slop I give them, the empty bucket lighter in my grip.  The sun has gone down and this should hold them over till the morning.

In the distance I can hear the call of the crickets through the grass and Luna paints her veil.  Ain't a night goes by that I'm not reminded of that... me of that day; standing up at that altar, in that simple white dress and my sweet beau standing before me.  Shoot, the whole world could have fallen down around me and I wouldn’t have so much as flinched.

Our wedding. Gosh, never thought I would have gone for such a thing.  Never knew there would be anypony who would put up with me.

Yet, the whole thing was magical, and despite the veritable sea of ponies that came to see us hitched, all I could think about was him.  

My Rockhoof. My husband.

Just the thought of it rosies my cheeks to this day.

Poor old boy looked mighty nervous even in that helmet he wore.  Ceremonial garb of the Helm rattlin’ as he took my hoof.

Looking over, ah see that the girls are all misty eyed, even Rainbow can’t help it.  I still tease her about it, but I’d betray my element to say I didn’t feel a might choked up then.

The walk up was the hardest.  Part of the reason I never wanted the whole thing was that... Pa wouldn’t be there to walk me.  Grand Pear was there with me though, and I was proud to have him do it.  I could tell, it was just as hard for him too.

I nearly broke.  But my Rock was there, just as sturdy and just as happy to be there.

The Mayor presided, as I wouldn’t have anypony else do the honor.

When the ‘I do’s’ came though, all I felt was joy.  Joy of the moment, and joy of what was to come.

What followed was one heck of a shindig. Putting our weddin’ on the same day as the Apple Family Reunion was meant to take attention off of us and have this just be a small part of the festivities.  Turns out, folk saw it as the very reason for celebratin’.

Cider flowed for that whole night and when the sun came up it kept going.  There was endless food, dancin’, songs, and each night Princess Luna treated us to an unmatched view of the heavens. The whole time, we hardly left each other’s sight.

When the little ones of the party refused to rest, lest they miss more fun, it was my Rock that saved the day.  It only took him a moment, after setting down in the grass, to lead the little ones into Luna's domain with a tale of fantastic adventure and wonder, with Pinkie Pie's Li'l Cheese settled in the massive crook of his fetlock.

Seeing the big fella like that makes a mare swoon; we had some work to get to.

It was on that second night, when folk started to filter out back to their homes that I whispered in his ear, something that took me almost a month to learn.

”Thoir mi dhan leabaidh agad agus dèan mise leatsa.” further punctuating the words with a nip at his chin.

If the blush on his face wasn’t enough, the follow up of him sweeping me off my hooves was a good sign that I got it right.

Only, we didn’t go back to the farmhouse.  The scoundrel had other plans, taking me out to where the river was deepest off the farm.

Much to my surprise, he had made good on his word to make a new boat for himself, and had done so in near solitude. Part of me was a might miffed that I was left out of this until he placed me down and said I was to be the captain.

I gotta admit, that floored me.  If that weren’t enough he then proceeded to tell me that the ship was casting off now and we were already packed.

The girls, having played a role in this surprise, came forward to see us off, with a promise to help look after the farm while we were gone.

To set sail, with the wind to our backs and nothing but the stars to guide us.

An adventure of a Honeymoon.  Sounded amazing.

And it was.  With me at the helm and he managing the oars and sails, we hit the open sea in a day. Sailing down the coast, hopping in between islands. Meeting knew ponies and creatures of all walks.

Each night, we’d stand out on the decks and watch the stars before going below and...doing what newlyweds ought to do.

We hit a rough patch here and there. Bad seas, scoundrels looking for trouble, him refusing to ask for directions.  But through it all, I had my Rock, and he had me.

When the time came, we set course back home. As much as I enjoyed being with my hubby on this long summer adventure, the orchard was calling me back.

I am taken out of my warm and fuzzy memories with the bellow of a horn.  It rumbles deep and low but enough to make my head tingle.  

I turn my head to the top of the hill and I’m rewarded with the sight of my stallion silhouetted in the glow of the setting sun.  “Dang, I picked a good one.”