Moonwarden was waiting. Patiently and politely.
Well... As patiently as the voice of himself in his head would allow him to. And as politely as one would imagine, having sternly requested a meeting with the leader of the Nightguard, Commander Ardent Fang.
Without any unnecessary delays.
... and yet it was already taking the batpony a fair moment.
He and himself both had to concur. It had been almost thirty minutes now. Thirty long, stagnant minutes. Though Moonwarden understood the idea of a tight schedule and sudden changes messing it up royally, he felt like being an utter hypocrite at that moment. How dared somepony make him wait? And outside, on top of that.
After all, he was the Royal Advisor to the Lady of the Night. A faithful servant of the Goddess, the Immaculate Moon. Not to mention a mentalist of considerable power, Trottinghamian noble and a stallion of great purpose that particular night. Should a pony like him wait for anything in their life?
Moonwarden would sigh, realizing the shallow sentiment that was, but such a gesture would be undesirable. As much as he was allowing his pride to feed his conviction... it was still simply a battle against the underlying fear for the task at hoof.
To talk to the leader of the local foreign fighting force about a certain, oh, rather unsubstantial issue regarding the possibility of an invasion on Equestrian soil. Or below it. And, afterwards, to manage to get out of the batpony bastion alive, well and with a successfully completed mission.
A tall order, even for him, though he imagined some of his operative’s exploits in his younger days would have been comparable.
Or that one mission... The last time he was meeting an enemy leader he was feigning betrayal...
And how did that end?
He shuddered at his voice in his head, feeling the scars on his back tingling under the rich material. It, was, however, a missed quip. He couldn’t have possibly planned against something utterly unforeseeable.
Unlike tonight. Or so he hoped. He felt the visage of his lady in his vest’s pocket. It’s presence was supporting him. And he was certain that, despite... or maybe because of what had happened lately, she was with him. In more ways than one.
Moonwarden took another deep breath, then checked his monocle with a practiced motion. Despite it being a wondrous piece of style, substance and arcane aid, it wasn’t going to be so helpful that night. Still, when heading into enemy territory, any and all tools could prove viable. Besides, presentation was a vital part of any plan.
He looked about. The massive gate leading into the Nightguard’s bastion was as unmovable as one would expect at the time. Almost as stoic as the two sentinels, to the sides of it, looking forward in their perfectly still positions. With their strange, bladed hoofshoes and the tough steel of their breastplates. They would be intimidating for Moonwarden... if it weren’t for the occasional glances they were giving him.
Just a small victory and spur for the night. Appearing just that little bit more confident than warriors like them.
The minutes trickled by still. The longer they did... the decidedly worse the situation presented itself. If Moonwarden were to be outright denied... that could have meant that it was too late after all and that the batponies had made their moves. Especially, one could have said, if he were to feel a weapon’s edge cutting right into his chest as a form of polite dismissal.
Moonwarden would mark it an unpleasant development and... well, a fiasco. Notably since he wasn’t going to give anypony the satisfaction of his premature demise.
Though, perhaps, he wouldn’t have a reason to prove it that night, as the little wicket in the gate did finally open, with one of the Nightguardians appearing in it and giving him a small salute.
“Hetman wishes to convey his deepest regrets over this delay, Royal Advisor Moonwarden. His duties required him to tend to them first. He will meet you now.”
Well, that was naively promising.
“Apology unnecessary, I assure,” Moonwarden fraudulently declared with a polite smirk. “I imposed with my visit, I am most certain that the leader of a unit of the finest warriors faithful to the Goddess has a lot of tasks to attend to. Where should I head to?”
“Ia will allow myself to escort you to the office of the hetman,” came the reply.
Ardent Fang’s office. Not the worst of locations. Moonwarden had been there once before, on the evening of Her Highness Twilight Sparkle’s departure. Quaint chamber, quite spacious, with according furniture and the like. But, what was more important, not really a place that could have had easily hidden assailants in. And a room not deep into, as it could have been suspected, the vast tunnel network underneath. The real stronghold of this hold.
Still, it would pay to be most cautious. Nopony wanted to make their hosts too paranoid over the sudden visit. Paranoia only worked wonders when one was far away from whatever sharp object the victim of it had access too.
And, in this bastion, there were many sharp objects and even sharper eyes. Moonwarden calmly trotted behind his temporary chaperone, with a confident but calm expression, passing by more and more warriors, stallions and mares.
It was worth mentioning that some of those mares were quite cute by their exotic standards. Though it was hardly the time and the place and the preference to enjoy oneself.
Moonwarden had to agree with himself that the presence of such a formidable unit so close to Canterlot was more than troubling in the case of animosities. He pondered what had truly driven some of the Equestrian brass not to keep a closer eye on the Nightguard... though he wouldn’t put it past his colorful kin to simply be that shortsighted and trusting.
Not like these ponies. Their gazes, even clad in shades from the sparse light sources, were full of caution and a healthy distrust was hidden ingrained deep within. Yes, Moonwarden was well aware of his reputation as an Equestrian convert, but that wasn’t completely exonerating him. On the contrary. Much more than at the outpost in Hollow Shades he felt curious, vigilant glances...
How refreshing.
And how refreshing it was not to spot any overt, nor half-covert signs of there being a rush to move or abandon the post... of course, he could not be sure, but nothing caught his eye so far.
Which also meant he would have to be truly careful. His coat’s hue may have matched his hosts’, but this was where the kinship ended that night.
Soon enough, his guide saluted him after knocking on a set of vaguely familiar doors and left his side without as much as a word.
Moonwarden could hear trotting from the inside, paying a lot of attention to it. Thankfully, it did sound like caused by a singular pony. And in but a few seconds the sharp features and the imposing physique of Commander Ardent Fang occupied the doorway.
“Royal Advisor Moonwarden, welcome,” came the greeting in an official tone, embellished by the accent. “Your visit was not expected this night.”
“For which I do feel sorry,” Moonwarden responded with fake abashment, “but when one is following the orders from the very above...” He theatrically lifted his eyes to the unseen sky. “... then there is little room for preparation and decisively more for taking whatever action is deemed necessary.”
The Commander nodded, the spark of understanding followed by veneration more than clear in his own gaze. “I see, Royal Advisor. Please, of course, come in.”
Moonwarden nodded and ventured forth after the batpony. Quickly and covertly checking the room for any troubling signs.
Starting with, almost by mistake, pushing the door all the way on their hinges, so their handle clinked against the stone wall. Nopony hiding behind those, good. It was an old trick, but one had to respect the terrible classics.
He also cranked his neck just a little, as if stretching, but the room’s ceiling didn’t have any particular hiding spots... And neither was there a conveniently big armoire or even a chest to have an assailant in. A rather hysterical premise, a sudden strike coming from furniture or a container, but Moonwarden had seen enough in his clandestine life.
There were, of course, scenarios he could do nothing about. For example, the Commander himself slaying him on the spot or a unit of the Nightguard waiting for him in the corridor... but, even if so, he dared to believe he could walk out of the chamber and right between all of them after the upcoming conversation.
Here’s hoping.
He waited for the Commander to also take his seat, not wishing to establish an uneven power dynamic right away. After all, this was supposed to be a friendly chat, no? Despite the long shadows in the corners that the one, flickering candlelight on the desk could not possibly dispel.
When Moonwarden spoke, his words came slowly and with practiced gusto, to match the somewhat foreboding atmosphere. “Commander Ardent Fang, once again apologizing for interrupting your work, I wish to, first and foremost, thank you for accommodating me,” he began with a little bit of adulation. “I hope I have not imposed too much.”
“Nothing to mention, Royal Advisor. The Nightguard’s role is to serve, in the name of the Goddess,” came the polite reply.
“Verily said, Commander,” Moonwarden responded with that small note of praise in his tone. “And how appropriately, for I come before you to touch upon a topic of my previous visit, actually.”
The batpony nodded, as if expecting such a scenario. “Naturally, Royal Advisor. Hwalba knaze is still conducting her diplomatic mission after all,” he responded, in a quite unbiased tone.
Too unbiased?
“Precisely. Which is why I wish to convey the inquiry, coming straight from Her Majesty, Lady of the Night, the Immaculate Moon...”
The traditional bow of the head was far less disinterested, from both of them.
“... have there been any news about our young ruler? It has been a long enough moment to expect a message or any other form of notice about how things are progressing with Her Highness, Princess Twilight Sparkle.”
The Commander’s expression did not change at all. Nor did his voice. “I’m sorry, Royal Advisor, but no missives from the knaze have reached my desk. From what I can tell, considering the latest general information, she has been welcomed by the esteemed Covenant and is conducting diplomacy as expected.”
Moonwarden’s trained expression did not shift even a little, as he read into all of those sentences. No missives reaching the desk... were they supposed to? Or were they to be stopped, or sent via another channel? General information suggested everything was fine, but since when were ponies “generally” informed about vital, political matters, especially clandestine ones... Not to mention conducting diplomacy “as expected” depended on the speaker.
He would bet that even more so in a place like Noctraliya...
His mind might have been occupied, but his lips knew how to reply in the meantime. “Good, good, wonderful to hear. I am certain that she is receiving only the best treatment from her gracious hosts. The treatment of an official envoy confers the respect and approach to their nation, after all.”
The Commander only nodded, accepting his point. Or not wishing to convey anything that would arise suspicion.
Which was already doing just that much for Moonwarden.
Ah, well... He had played all those possible scenarios in his head over the last night of preparation. He would have to bet on one in the end.
“Her Highness’ safety,” he started down one of the mental paths he had scouted for himself, “is pivotal to the Goddess. She is the Mother to all who dwell in the night, but, thankfully, even those that withstand the light of day can be blessed by Her grace, like the Princess is.”
Ardent Fang’s lips cracked in a small smile. Was it Moonwarden or was it both genuine and a little derogatory?
“Rest assured, Royal Advisor, the will of our Mother, expressed in Her last order, is clear to me and all of us like Her blessed light. Hers was the desire to have the knaze escorted safely back to Equestria, after all the political actions are concluded.”
Moonwarden squinted. Just a little, but he would safely anticipate the Commander spotting even this smallest of grimaces. After all... he had chosen his words very accordingly, had he not?
“That is also, a relief to hear that the safety of an ambassador of peace is assured even when war is to be conducted.”
No stepping back now.
Ardent Fang’s expression froze for just a breath. Yes, he was surely trained to contain his emotions, as every proper warrior, but some things just couldn’t be denied nor stopped.
Nor could they be hidden by attempting to fake misunderstanding.
“I am uncertain whether I grasp what you mean, Royal Advisor—”
“I do doubt it, Commander, your mastery of Equestrian is quite remarkable,” Moonwarden retorted, with that slight bit of force in his voice. “Especially since you have utilized a very specific set of expressions, allowing for varying interpretations. You have prepared for somepony asking just what was asked.”
The prolonged silence did convey that the game of traditional politeness and soft expressions was far behind both of them. At least, so much could be discerned from the batpony’s stern, unblinking gaze.
Thankfully, Moonwarden knew a thing or two about returning equally powerful stares. Though, at the moment, without argent illuminations.
All sorts of abilities were to be tested that night.
“I must say, your attempts at hiding your preparations were praiseworthy... You have utilized the cunning that history taught you and your actions show prudence that the argent light of the Moon gladly illuminates. After all, Hers are ways mysterious and sometimes hidden from plain view... unless, of course, She deems it better to deal with matters more plainly.”
Ardent Fang’s gaze hardened even more, which Moonwarden took for a warning sign. He had to up the ante. Be more than just himself that night.
“I will allow myself to express through me the Goddess’ joy, then,” he stated... switching his cold façade into one of satisfaction. “She has known since the start that even when her Children have to turn to steel, their hearts will remember Her desires and plans. Princess Twilight Sparkle is in safe hooves.”
There was that split second of confusion in Ardent Fang’s stare.
Stupendous... Moonwarden counted on it. He had to count on it, if he were to make it out of this stronghold alive, he believed as much.
“Is... everything alright, Commander?” he asked, with the mask of perfect, most genuine care. “Have I said something wrong, as a faithful servant of the Immaculate Moon?”
The invocation and the bow of his head did clear the batpony’s mind at least a little. Or fogged it up even more, as Moonwarden hoped. There was this little bit of shift in his physique, as if his mind was reaching for the right conclusion.
Well, at least the one that was the most optimal in the grand scheme of things that night.
“Do... forgive me, Royal Advisor, I seemed to have been confused.”
“Not the best thing for the Commander of the ponies that guard the Goddess’ very night,” Moonwarden allowed himself the quip, lightening up even more. “But I do understand what had happened. I presume that your training made you assume that I have just become a major threat to you and your unit,” he explained, in a tone of friendly banter. “I am somewhat used to that, I am often received as a potential threat among the ponies I socialize with. It is not always the easiest thing, following the Mother’s path, when those that embrace Her sister’s ways surround one and cast constant suspicion.”
Ardent Fang looked at him askance just a little.
Hold strong.
Moonwarden shifted too, enjoying the seat with a little less of a defensive position. To convey with sheer body language that he did not feel threatened anymore. And also using the same trick to try and stop himself from any worry, discomfort or outright anxiety over the Commander’s further reaction.
This was all a gambit. A gambit whether a grey, Moon-worshiping stallion would find a mutual understanding with a grey, Moon-loving stallion.
Ardent Fang took a deep breath, shaking his head. “I... suppose I owe you an apology, Royal Advisor. Here, in Equestria, it is far too easy to forget that there is a pony that serves our Mother first.”
Moonwarden would slide off the chair in relief if it wasn’t for two things. His own training in hiding such raw displays of emotions... and his inner distrust. This was probably the best thing that he could have heard from this soldier of renown, but that little note of uncertainty still in the batpony’s voice had to be dealt with. The sooner the better.
Yes, stares with argent illuminations would not make an impact that night... unless, of course, Moonwarden would delve into other tricks involving those. The warrior’s at Hollow Shades did prove to him that, for a batpony, his gaze was nothing more than a pretty light show.
Well, that being the case, it was time for some great showponyship.
“Nothing to apologize for, Commander,” Moonwarden replied, reaching up and taking off his monocle in the least threatening way possible. “Tonight, I am but an errand stallion, a messenger of the Lady of the Night, our Goddess...”
He closed his eyes but briefly, not to lose sight of Ardent Fang for too long, but gathering absolute focus... then opened them, having filled them to the brim with his argent magic, to the point of making them near blindingly white. And he could have sworn that Ardent Fang was taken aback by the intensity after all.
Good. But not really keen on the Commander’s reaction just yet, Moonwarden quickly flared his horn with the same force, aiming to have his mane float just a little... in a fashion that would be linked with alicorn power.
He stared at the warrior before him with this empty, but powerful glare, surrounded by what seemed supernatural.
“... and my heart wishes to hear that my Children remember about my will.”
It wasn’t but Moonwarden’s voice that spoke from his throat.
Ardent Fang reeled back in his seat, abruptly faced with what seemed to have been a moment of possession. At least to his mind.
If only it were something so extra-mundane. But, reality was often far too obvious and secular, simply over-interpreted. A set of very useful enchantments entwined together to create the desired effect.
How? Well, the latest “occurrence” in the Royal Office did serve as something more to Moonwarden than just fulfilling his obligations as a loyal servant. Seeking permission for his daring plan was one thing... but being granted truly divine inspiration through his lady’s displeasure? Now there lay the scheme.
The aura of Her Majesty, her presence, the tone of her voice. Commanding and unyielding. If there would be anything to get the batponies to listen in the time of need, it would be that, considering her most holy position in their religious minds. So, to add this additional layer to his stratagem, Moonwarden did spend a considerable amount of time last night in secret. Pondering, practicing, choosing the spells.
And, yes, those were all just small illusions, parlour tricks even. Ones that almost any unicorn was capable of conjuring and quickly discerning... but with the right context and before the right pony? Especially one with, as Moonwarden expected, fear of the Goddess deep in him? They would more than suffice.
Or so he hoped.
For the moment, at least, Ardent Fang was following the theoretical scenario, his eyes wide, his hooves in a defensive position, almost as if he was ready to repel some sort of an attack.
Moonwarden, having suspended the performance for the moment, decided on breathing heavily as if exhausted out of nowhere. He saw well the Commander’s expression, now filled with awe. And yet, what was more than remarkable, that did not take away even a sliver from his warrior’s presence. He didn’t turn into a fearful foal. Faith was simply winning over discipline, both present in him still.
“Have I just heard...?” the batpony asked with far more coherence than it would be expected after a spiritual visitation.
Moonwarden smirked and exhaled, wishing to show as much weariness as such a brief instance would cause. “I am... uncertain what you have heard... but I think we both know who has spoken.” He shook his head, trying to regain the composure which never truly faltered. “My commitment to the Goddess among the ponies of Equestria needs to be total. And, when the need arises, I am to be her mouthpiece.”
It wasn’t a lie, per se. But it was a most, most useful exaggeration.
Ardent Fang had already managed to restore for himself the proper look of a leader, but could hardly count as the lone commanding presence in the chamber anymore. Not after, what he surely now believed, the brief presence of the Immaculate Moon in his very vicinity.
“I... I feel unworthy, to be addressed as such,” he declared, bowing his head. Before his Goddess first and foremost, yes... but also before Moonwarden’s manipulation.
How rejuvenating! It was the time to establish bountiful relations for the immediate future.
“Please, Commander. Tonight, we are simply two unfit servants, stumbling our way through fulfilling our roles in the Goddess’ great plan...” came the words filled with piety and dedication. “In her boundless wisdom, she finds it prudent to assure you that there is at least one Equestrian nearby that can be trusted. Though, I ascertain you myself, there are more.”
Ardent Fang nodded profoundly. “Our Mother cares for us indeed... We stand in these lands like a lone mountain under Her gaze. And for Her we stand proud and tall, knowing that She is with us. Yet it is a blessing to be reminded of this truth.”
“Oh, believe me, Commander, I understand. We sometimes find ourselves to be stared upon with amazement and worry. And even distrust. But we have the Goddess with us, so who can stand against us?”
“Ha, well said!” the batpony approved visibly and with a flash of his sharp fangs.
“My thanks, Commander. And the subject of standing against the faithful and the faithful standing against the others brings me here tonight,” Moonwarden explained, nodding profoundly. “The Princess mission is one thing, but the preparations are another...”
The batpony hissed silently. “Have you come with a warning, then, hwalbu Luneestraz?”
Such titles... Pure indulgence.
Moonwarden squashed his own inner voice. This was too important. His pride would be allowed to gorge itself later on.
“I have come because the Immaculate Moon... worries for all whom she holds dear. She’s well aware of your plights and of your hopes. She inspired Her Highness Princess Twilight Sparkle to try and help you restore your proper place in the world and has every ounce of expectation that all of her children shall aid in reaching this goal. That being said... the actions of the Nightguard she is scrutinizing with utmost care and attention.”
“Our blades and hearts are hers. Dla Ipe wityi, dla Ipe mortyi...” Ardent Fang assured and there was nothing but pure conviction in his expression. “Our each step is to serve Her, I swear with every droplet of my ver. We are prepared for every scenario and we await instructions from the esteemed Covenant, to follow without delay. The Goddess’ will be done and She will be proud of us.”
Praiseworthy devotion notwithstanding, the Commander at least made one thing clear. Their governing body would have the final say on the matter of a possible attack, claiming divine providence. Yes, that sounded about right for their society, Moonwarden considered.
There was just one, vital issue. That of any... discrepancies.
“Her will be done, indeed, as she leads all her faithful to glory,” Moowarden added to the piousness of the declarations. “I have to say that the fervor and zeal of the batponies can astound. I would so wish to have this form of spirituality. Alas, I have only began learning of the Goddess after her... return...”
Ardent Fang did grimace. Hard. “Please, hwalbu Luneestraz, to mention the Atrlunee is to invoke the dark past that everypony wishes to forget about quickly...”
As opposed to some other dark pasts?
“Our Mother watches over us again and Her glorious Sign bears no blemish, just like She doesn’t.”
That... that spoke to Moonwarden on a deeper level than he thought possible in this scenario. It would, at least, fuel his performance, if he couldn’t just participate in this statement to its fullest.
“Do forgive me for bringing it up, it was inappropriate, I realize... But again showed the depth of your piety...” he pointed out, shaking his head just a little. “The paths we follow in her service are sometimes very convoluted. Might I ask... even the most faithful sometimes find themselves asking inside – what is the exact will of the Goddess, no? Should we be trusting in her servants claiming it, seek it in signs around us... or is the right way trying to find her voice within us?”
The Commander’s lips curled into a smirk out of a sudden. “Seems that some of us have a more... direct answer to that dilemma?”
Witty.
“I suppose it is a fair point to make,” Moonwarden replied with a small, melancholic smile of his own. “But I wish to be her perfect servant, even if my faith is newer than some... and sometimes I find myself wishing things were more clear, between what is expected from me and what inspirations I seem to find from the Goddess in the depths of my heart.”
He put more emotion in that declaration than it was, perhaps, reasonable. Not that what hid so far in his core had anything to do with reason.
Ardent Fang actually shrugged, but the gesture was far from dismissive. “I do not think it is really my role to answer that, I’m not part of the priesthood. But my role is to follow orders. I find my faith in this readiness and obedience. And if orders come from the Goddess, like they had in the case of Princess Twilight Sparkle, then I trust myself and my warriors to do everything in our might. And with that strive for perfection in worshiping Our Mother.”
Moonwarden did nod, accepting that truth... or, rather, accepting the hopeful ground rule of the Nightguard that seemed to have emerged. Promising rule, even. The Covenant would be the one giving the word to start... well, anything, any and all of the scenarios which had been anticipated, but if Her Majesty’s word would contradict their orders...
This had to be solidified, first and foremost.
“I admire your conviction. I find it inspiring, even. Thank you,” Moonwarden let the batpony know and somewhat sincerely, continuing this encouraging exchange. “Now, back to the matter at hoof, I wish not to squander any of your time, Commander. Our Goddess wants nothing else than to assure Her Children’s prosperity and the success of her designs. However, there have been... certain, worrying rumours circulating about lately.”
“Rumors? What sort of rumors?” Ardent Fang inquired and Moonwarden could easily spot the warrior’s instinct honing in on any and all vital information.
“The sort of rumours that had my humble self checking around, as the Goddess had requested. As you without a doubt know, Commander, I have been to the village of Hollow Shades, as it is called nowadays,” Moonwarden added with that little dosage of disdain to hit the right nerve.
“I have been informed of your visit and what you have requested, hwalbu Luneestraz,” Arden Fang confirmed, still focusing hard on the upcoming sentences.
Careful now.
“Then Sunfall Ordain turned out to be as diligent of a captain as I hoped, splendid...” praise was justly granted. After all, Moonwarden was not going to be blindly naïve that his amicable relations with that mare would stop her from fulfilling her Goddess-sworn duty. “For it is the same maps that had caused the rumours, I am afraid. Mine was not the only office that took notice of the Nightguard’s diligent aid towards the local lumberyards... and began asking why exactly.”
Moonwarden leaned in. Hard. To partake in the counter-conspiracy to his own actions.
Still not the weirdest mental brainstorming in his career...
“Of course, the good will of your unit, Commander, was the first and foremost reason. But there might have been others, in some ponies’ eyes. Which is why my visit here and all that is mentioned in your chamber needs to be kept in utmost confidence, Commander. I trust and, what is infinitely more important, the Goddess does trust that it shall be so.”
Ardent Fang put his hoof over his heart, his muzzle the picture of loyalty. “May Sewira Solee burn my blood if I shall ever abuse Our Mother’s trust,” he promised.
Moonwarden would not be where he was currently if he put too much faith in such oaths, but... he had a good hunch about this one, at least. And Princess Celestia’s wrath could quite possibly reach such limits.
“Stupendous. You see, Commander, nopony would want anypony to make any... sudden moves. And especially the Goddess feels rather... apprehensive about seeing ponies of any side acting based on paranoia or old prejudices...” Moonwarden accentuated.
Well enough for the Commander to nod in understanding. Far deeper than the words, as it appeared. It was not too much to go on, but to a trained eye and mind... Yes, it was clear that he certainly was not one to actively seek a confrontation. He was simply a loyal and dutiful soldier.
Oh, Moonwarden was more than convinced that he would lead his forces against Equestria without as much as batting an eye, if the pun could be forgiven... but that is exactly why he could be marked as a warrior worth respecting.
Which, in turn, was why approaching him was the best bet.
It was time to cast the final die.
“Considering my unique position at Equestrian court and my usefulness to Her Majesty, I am making sure to halt or at least stall anypony getting too close to the possible scenario of invasion. And hoping, myself, that it will not be ultimately necessary. The Goddess has every ounce of trust in Her Highness Princess Twilight Sparkle. But if there would be any troubling news from your lands, even if the Immaculate Moon... would witness them beforehoof as she is the Goddess, could I hope for you to serve her cause by confirming to me anything you would learn of the talks or of the Covenant’s... sudden moves, Commander?”
Ardent Fang leaned back for a breath. And squinted.
And that little scowl made Moonwarden’s mane stand on end.
Did he push too hard? Or was he not convincing enough after all? Wait, did he miss something crucial or made a lapse in logic?
The anticipation lasted... and it was terrible.
Damnation, why couldn’t he just simply peer into that mind?! Wrangle anything useful out, remodel the rest so that this issue was simply done!
It would have been so straightforward, even if personally taxing and arcanely complex! Ardent Fang would be an undoubtedly loyal asset to Her Majesty and would feel even better than in the current, faithful mindset. Fulfilling his role for and only for the Princess, without any “Covenants” or other influences!
How many ponies would inadvertently feel that much safer, with the hidden assurance that the Commander of the famed Nightguard wouldn’t be the one to do any stupid!
True, most of those ponies were useless and unworthy of the effort, trustful and basic as they were... but safeguarding them and Equestria was Her Majesty’s calling. And so it was Moonwarden’s, his apprehension towards most of his kinsfolk be damned!
And damned be this waiting!
Agreed! What was he—
“Hwalbu Luneestraz,” Ardent Fang finally spoke, almost catching Moonwarden by surprise, “my actions and will are bound by the Goddess, as states the Nightguard’s oath. She is our ultimate sovereign, as I think it is said in your tongue. Whatever is Her will shall be enacted by us. Whether we will fight for peace or conquest, She can count on us.”
That declaration was not terrible, even if it was not promising. It meant that if the Covenant’s order would come, they would act believing it coming from Her Majesty. But if Her Majesty’s direct order would come, it would, in theory, stop them from taking part in an invasion.
Of course, that did not mean that other, regular forces of Noctraliya would not get involved instead, but... that was just going into a downward spiral of suspicion and “what-ifs”. Was there more to gain that night? That strange expression from the Commander was already troubling... Moonwarden could not possibly just tell him to disregard his leaders’ call in the name of the Goddess, right? Their will was supposed to be one... or, rather, they were supposed to be the extension of hers.
Religion and divine guidance were so... uncertain. Frustrating, even. Almost like when one was unable to simply set a mind straight and on a better, clearer path through a spell or two.
Sigh. There would be no bigger victory here, Moonwarden feared. So the closing statement had to be clear and potent enough by itself.
“And that confirmation,” he nodded with a fake smile, “is what the Goddess wishes to always hear, Commander.”
“I am Her servant, now and always,” came the reply.
Moonwarden’s smile lasted only for a moment, dying as he, once more, ignited his eyes and changed his voice into the amalgamation of his and his lady’s.
“I will hold you to those words, Commander.”
A proper goodbye and a paced, assisted walk later, Moonwarden found himself outside of the batpony bastion... which was an achievement in and of itself, he felt. His plan for the night had been daring and, if he were to be honest...
... absurd?
Dicey, rather, but he could not simply deny the accusations of his own mind. He was usually better than betting on a foal’s play to achieve his goals. Not to mention that pretending to be possessed was a novelty for him and, honestly, felt as a breach of trust to some extent. Borrowing Her Majesty’s voice like that seemed rather... inappropriate.
Then again... was that the only inappropriate matter when it came to him and the Princess?
Curses, that sounded atrocious even in the confines of his own head.
Definitely agreed.
In concord with himself, Moonwarden pondered further, slowly leaving behind the stronghold. As much as he could tell, the Commander actually bought the divine gig. And, which was at least a partial success, swore clearly that he would act in accordance to his Goddess’ will. Which only now meant betting on which will it would be. The Princess’ or that Covenant’s.
Or maybe Moonwarden was being too cautious? They were an elite squadron of warriors that pledged their allegiance to their deity. So surely an order from the said deity would—
His thoughts stopped abruptly.
He knew this feeling.
The piercing inkling.
The cold sensation.
That... was the stare of a pony that was ready to do harm if necessary.
That had been instructed to kill, even, considering the magnitude of this feeling. Focused on the back of Moonwarden’s head.
A pony that had been directed and prepared to end him... and yet was not going to go through with his strike for some reason.
... making no sudden moves, Moonwarden continued to trot away, blessing his training in his mind. Being ready to react to anything with a rapid spell. Quickly disappearing in the long shadows of Canterlot’s many side alleys for the night seemed also a viable strategy, considering he knew them rather well.
He considered. Perhaps this had been a good enough win after all.
***
Twilight had very little time to prepare that eve.
The previous night had to have been deemed most eventful, politically. Less eventful afterwards, minus the brief but quite intense indulgence with Midnight, but she was alright with that. She had the remaining hours before dawn and bed time to consider all that she had witnessed.
And “all that” was breathtaking. A young Lord performing against customs and yet with conviction that could not have been contested. A vote that had showed just how far the differences between the Lords went when it came to Twilight’s visit and cause. A declaration of support from Midnight Eye, which could very well be the bedrock of her success... It was hard to process it all and the dreamless day Twilight had was no less filled with tossing and turning as a result.
And tonight the Covenant had decided to congregate remarkably earlier on, as she had been informed right after waking up by one of the local arcemandri. Without a doubt the Lords wished to immediately continue dealing with the aftermath of Blessed Fang’s actions and the vote’s results.
Twilight fully expected for the meal beforehoof to be particularly tense. Still, she had to play her part, withstand it all and see how the situation would unfold, maintaining her bearing. Which meant doing some changes to her ensemble, getting her mane in order and going in without delays.
Again leaving Midnight and Rowan Berry behind, though making sure to give the former a reassuring, loving look, Twilight made her way into the Covenant’s caverns and finally entered the dining hall, having gathered all the focus on the way.
Only to find out, much to her surprise, that she was not the last to arrive, like before. Quite the opposite.
For whatever reason... though Twilight quickly discerned what it could have been as soon as she crossed the threshold, there was one mare waiting for her.
Lord Azure Mist. Wearing a gown that was even more opulent than before, conveying a challenge by its sheer style and grandeur. The mare sat in her usual place, with a plate before her, though not enjoying the first meal. Instead, she was gazing intently in Twilight’s direction. Sending her an alarmingly wide smile when the doors closed behind her, leaving them alone for the moment.
“Honored Princess, welcome,” the mare said in a sing-song. “I’m so glad you have diligently arrived already.”
Twilight shot her a curious look. But only curious. She was not going to be intimidated by merely being alone with that mare, despite, perhaps, the best efforts put into this performance.
“Neskaza Lunee... welae tueu noc illum, hwalba haspadre,” Twilight replied with the official, proper greeting. “Being punctual is a universal virtue, I believe.”
“Indeed, indeed,” the Lord replied, still wearing that strange grin. “But being overzealous is also a universal vice, I would say. Both when it comes to arriving for a meeting, especially if the invitation was a little inaccurate,” she explained, confirming suspicions, “and when it comes to attempting to forge an alliance that nopony is truly looking forward to.”
“That is a brazen claim, Honored Lord,” Twilight retorted, calmly making her way to the table to take her own seat. Her eyes focused on the mare gallantly... but her other senses she left wary of any other ponies that might have been in the chamber. Maybe hidden. Maybe eavesdropping. “I do not believe I have been in any way ‘overzealous’. Simply acting with gained conviction in the importance of my quest. And, as far as I can tell, my proposition holds certain merits that find purchase among the Covenant,” she explained plainly and diligently.
And honestly, which clearly wasn’t appreciated.
Azure Mist held it in for just a breath, then laughed. And a more derogatory sound Twilight found hard to imagine.
“Poor, naïve child. Your blind optimism is actually somewhat endearing. Like looking at a baby kiropt struggling to learn to fly and flapping its wings frantically. So adorable.”
“Quite less so than your attempts at blatant hindrance, Honored Lord. For which I barely see the reason,” came the counter as Twilight took her place with a sweep of her royal gown. Her gaze meeting the batpony’s in a steady fight still. “My proposal is for the benefit of all batponies of all Families. I do not discriminate. I seek understanding regardless of personal differences and I believe—”
“What you believe in is shallow and paltry,” came the interrupting retort. “You would claim to seek to aid us without knowing anything about us and your feeble attempts at grasping our culture are lamentable.”
Twilight squinted. She always expected Azure Mist to be the toughest challenge, pretty much ever since she had heard about her exploits from Midnight, during the interviews. A mare so set in her beliefs she would deny her son’s happiness in the most abhorrent way imaginable. But this? This was a blatant attack. So blatant that it felt... fake.
Was she now testing her, like Midnight Eye had done? Or was she really that uncertain in her heart that she had to put up a show, just like Count Mistlock had disclosed?
Whatever it was... Twilight was not going to be a training dummy for the mare’s distasteful prejudice.
“Better feeble attempts than obstinacy for the sake of obstinacy, Honored Lord,” she told Azure Mist sternly. “My efforts are honest and my proposal sincere. In whatever low regard you might hold me, I shall not be deterred. I wish to help Noctraliya and its denizens, just how I was asked to do by the Immaculate Moon...”
She barely had the time to lower her head before Azure Mist hissed in indignation.
“You use the Goddess’ holy name to further an agenda, nothing more. You would claim Her blessing because it suits you.”
“I would claim nothing, Honored Lord,” Twilight replied, taking note of how progressively more difficult it was for her to refer to that mare with the proper title. Not that she would receive the favor back. No matter. “I do not dabble with games of deceit, especially not by daring to invoke support I do not have. Or do you think, Honored Lord,” she posed a question to try and claim the initiative, “that I would ever consider venturing to these foreboding yet beautiful mountains without consulting our Royal Sister, Her Lunar Majesty and your Goddess beforehoof?”
Azure Mist only shook her head, countering the question. “Spare me the strings, deviously weaved, I am not going to engage in your cheap tricks. You have a way with words, but I have blunted my fangs on intrigues and I shall not fall for yours.”
Now that was just unreasonable, Twilight thought. Blatant disregard? She wasn’t here to be convinced, not to even discuss, Azure Mist just wanted to make a stand for whatever, delirious reason.
“You are free to mistakenly believe what you wish, Honored Lord. But I come as an envoy to bring new wisdom,” Twilight told her, citing back the prophecy she had recently heard, “and I call that wisdom Friendship. Something that I believe shall only enhance and enrich the lives of the Children of the Goddess. And luckily there are ponies here, good and decent ponies, that want to see their country prosper and open itself up for a brand new future. Ponies who serve a higher calling than fixing their complexes.”
Twilight bit her tongue a little too late, but the look on Azure Mist’s muzzle was... somehow worth it. Maybe it wasn’t the most Princess thing to say, nor the most kind, but it still felt right.
The Lord took a moment to compose herself and her gaze became that much more unpleasant. Hateful even.
“I see now. This is, too, your plan. Undermining me, haspadre a Rodine Opar, in the eyes of my kin and fellow Lords?” Azure Mist accused, pointing her hoof at Twilight. “This is where Dusk Harvest and Blessed Fang are gaining their strength from, isn’t it? Your prompting and machinations. What other lies are you spreading?!”
Twilight barely stopped herself from rolling her eyes. Yes, the comment was sharp, but to cause such a reaction? Besides, had she that amount of influence over the Lords, she would have used it for a far better cause than impairing the mare.
Her accusations did reinforce what Count Mistlock had claimed, indeed. Underneath whatever masks she was wearing, stirred something she considered inferior. Maybe a lot of somethings...
But she could have still been helped, right?
“Whatever image you are forcing on my person is a falsehood, Honored Lord. I aim to unite, not divide,” Twilight promptly assured. Again.
“Unite,” the mare only parroted her. “The means of your unification are singular, by the Goddess. Do you think I am unaware of you corrupting and seducing of a member of the famed Nightguard for your own sake?”
Now, that stung.
To describe this beautiful feeling between her and Midnight as but a... a... a ploy? A scheme to further an agenda? To insinuate that there would be even for a moment... pretending? Acting? Faking such a wonderful bond for any sake?
No. Not in a thousand lifetimes. And to insinuate it so blatantly was to sink deeper than Twilight ever thought a pony was capable of. Especially a pony that was so keen on showing her superiority and breeding.
And it had to be addressed... but Twilight was better than letting Azure Mist know how appalled she was.
She was better than this scheming and hoof-pointing. She was above all of this.
And that was also why Midnight truly loved her.
“I am certain you have heard all about it from Deep Mist, Honored Lord. Such a pity that he wasn’t better at his tasks as an occultan. Perhaps there would have been far more to learn of me for you. Maybe you wouldn’t have preconceptions still clouding your judgment,” Twilight formed the response, keeping her tone perfectly clear, without even a trace of anger. She even managed to conjure a smile in the end. “I still hope that before my visit is concluded, there will be a chance at an open, honest conversation about all of this.”
Azure Mist only sneered. “Before your visit is concluded, you will feel what it means to have the whole world suddenly turn against you, mark my words, filly,” she said, then, with a sudden move, slid the tip of her hoof across the side of her neck, in a threatening gesture. “And the most delicious worst shall come fr—”
The shifting of the doorway did interrupt the mare, who sat still and proper as if nothing happened. Twilight, on the contrary, quickly glanced the way of the sound, only to witness Midnight Eye trotting in.
Looking quite surprised to see the dining chamber already occupied, as it appeared.
“Oh, my apologies,” he spoke without even a hint of pardon in his voice, staring both of their ways with curiosity, “I had no idea there were negotiations taking place so early on.”
Twilight was going to respond, but Azure Mist beat her to it. “We were actually just finishing,” she spoke, standing up and giving a fraudulent nod of acknowledgment. “Thank you for your time, Honored Princess. I will be at the Kezpont,” she declared, before taking her leave in a practiced pace, not bothering to look back.
Only when a moment had passed and Midnight Eye made himself comfortable in his own seat did he decide to comment further. Though not without taking a long, hard glance towards the corridor leading upwards to the Seat.
“From the lack of food or signs of feasting on both plates I take it that this wasn’t an amicable conversation, Honored Princess?”
Twilight looked after Azure Mist as well, then finally exhaled. “Despite my best efforts, Honored Lord,” she confessed without shame.
The stallion grabbed one of the prepared oranges and held it before himself for a moment. “She tried to intimidate you, degrade you or discourage you?”
“I... suppose a bit of everything.”
The Lord rolled his eyes. “She is so predictable it’s not even remotely engaging anymore...” he declared before biting viciously into the fruit, sending a spray of juice down towards the plate.
Twilight was both amazed how evocative it was and how, miraculously and through experience both, none of the droplets stained his traditional, long gown. He wore dark grey, almost black that night, which gave him that much more forceful presence.
Not that he needed to reinforce it.
After sucking his victim dry, the Lord left the discarded husk, caring not for its damned fate and turned to her again. “Please, Honored Princess, I hope Azure Mist’s silly gambit didn’t ruin your appetite.”
“No more than the general stress of the proceedings could have already, Honored Lord,” she replied, pondering over an orange and an assortment of grapes. “After what I witnessed and heard... one can hardly suppress anticipation over tonight.”
“Azure Mist least of all,” Midnight Eye declared, reaching for another orange. “I find it tiresome how set she is in her views. It clouds her judgment far more than it should.”
“That... it does,” Twilight agreed. Uncertain whether it was safe to be quite that criticizing in this very hall. But if Midnight Eye allowed himself just that... “There seem to be far more to gain from being true to one’s philosophy and having an open mind to entertain new ideas,” she added, prompted by his stance and his own outlook that she had been made aware of.
And Midnight Eye smirked, indeed, a droplet of orange viscera still hanging from one of his fangs.
“Wisely said, Honored Princess. I believe that such an approach is not alien among my esteemed colleagues... with but one exception,” he told her, reaching for another fruit. “One would just need to be given an... opportunity to coax this wise approach out.”
Twilight squinted at his peculiar tone. Too peculiar.
He had planned something for tonight. And planned something huge, hadn’t he?
“Well, first of all, Honored Lord... that you have arrived here at an opportune moment was already luring my curiosity... but now you have my attention. There’s a concept you are most certainly brewing.”
He chuckled. “Distrustful much, Honored Princess?”
“A healthy amount,” Twilight told him back, much to his further joy.
“I like to be very, very precise when conducting talks. Like most of the Lords,” he told her, twirling the fruit in his hooves. “So when I learnt that Azure Mist had left her chamber quite too early, I began considering what she had in mind. When a servant further notified me that you have arrived at the dining hall too, I decided to... quickly investigate.”
“Eavesdrop, you mean?”
“I suppose it is a variety in translation,” he replied with a smirk. Quite impish for him smirk. “No actually, Honored Princess, I don’t partake in such plebeian pastimes.”
She squinted. “You have ponies for that.”
And now he just rolled his eyes. “Not inaccurate, but I’ll take those comments as but an echo of your previous conversation, Honored Princess, rather than actual quips at me.”
Twilight did acknowledge that she was being way too snappy for her own good. “I ask for your apology, Honored Lord. There’s only so much... venom a pony can endure before it starts spreading around.”
Midnight Eye nodded. And profoundly, his eyes losing focus for a moment. “You’d be surprised, Honored Princess. Some become quite... addicted to the poisons in their veins.”
His enigmatic reply did not escape Twilight, even if he covered it with mercilessly sucking dry another fruity victim. Quite the opposite, the declaration seemed empowered that way.
He cleaned his fangs then spoke once more.
“But, to address your attention born out of lured curiosity... I have a little idea that I think might bring much aid to the talks. Perhaps a little complex, but granting a... fair and open chance to discuss those votes that showed less confidence or were right against our cooperation with your nation.”
“Oh?” Twilight leaned forth, most curious. He wished to help her push her quest quite so much? “Would you indulge me, Honored Lord?”
“No more than is a healthy amount, Honored Princess. Some matters require prolonged convincing, as you well know,” he retorted with a full smile now. “All in good time. Please, enjoy the meal for now. My concept has to be presented before all the members of the Cowene, whilst an assortment of fruit can be enjoyed only right now.”
He made a fair point, even if it left Twilight with unaddressed interest. Oh, well, she would learn soon enough. And besides, she didn’t really have a proper breakfast, so into the fruit assortment she dug.
Pondering just how much did Midnight Eye mean by matters requiring prolonged convincing. Considering his silent permission to certain things...
Though, she didn’t have the chance to think on that for too long after all. The remaining Lords soon began arriving, offering greetings and usual pleasantries. And unpleasantries, especially when Bright Crescent arrived, with his soft mane and his sharp tongue. But that night Crimson Shade had very little patience for his regular behavior and managed to curb it with a few stern words that were a bit harder to translate from Noctraliyar.
The question of Azure Mist’s whereabouts did appear as well, but was answered with a few stern words that required less effort to understand.
Twilight made sure to make eye contact with everypony during the meal, trying to test the waters for the night. Murky, was the only certain assessment. However, even such worrying tides could hide hidden treasures, if only one had the audacity to brave them.
She had fought one tidal wave already.
When the company was done feasting and made its way to the Seat of the Covenant, the one missing mare was present. Making no more sudden moves this time to stir the waters, but sitting properly in her stone throne and staring forward into the fathomless abyss of the dark cloth on the table.
Twilight majestically occupied her seat, doing her best to contain any remains of outrage. Especially when Midnight Eye decided to take initiative almost immediately. Much to Blessed Fang’s surprise. And clearly so, as the young Lord was caught in mid rising up, apparently ready once more to focus everypony’s attention on his unorthodox approach to traditional, threatened meetings.
“Please, Honored Lord Blessed Fang,” came Midnight Eye’s words. “Your contribution tonight is, naturally, expected, but I am willing to open up the conversation.”
The stallion looked at him askance, just a little, but then nodded, sitting back down. “Proceed then, Honored Lord,” he said with full courtesy and grace in his distant tone.
The Lord of Midnight Family thanked him wordlessly, then spoke up.
“Honored Lords and Honored Princess. We have gathered this night once more, following the last vote, to discuss what is to be done next. As you are well and fully aware, the next expression of wills among us, the esteemed Covenant, is crucial. According to our ways we seek unity in decision. When that unity is not reached willingly, steel must clash under the Light of the Immaculate Moon...”
Everypony bowed their heads.
Sunfall Word remained in the pious position for a bit longer and Twilight could have sworn she heard prayers being uttered in his venerable voice.
Midnight Eye continued, looking over everypony gathered. “However, there is always time for reconsidering. Some of us have made the initial decision and some of us are w suzirat, as permitted by ancient customs. How much time is there for these considerations? That remains for us to discuss. And, indeed,” the Lord pointed out, with his hoof directed upwards, “I have arrived at an inspiration about this matter. One that I am definitely thankful to Bogine for.”
“If you want to be more Blessed Fang than Blessed Fang from last night,” Bright Crescent interrupted, shaking his head with a grin, “please do it in a less histrionic fashion, at least.”
Crimson Shade was about to retort, but Midnight Eye gestured with the same hoof for him to cease. And, luckily enough for the chamber’s already tense atmosphere, the Lord listened. For the moment.
“There is no reason for theatricality, I assure you, Bright Crescent. And invoking the Goddess’ support is not a waste of time or an elaborate play,” came the actual reply.
Which Twilight felt, for some reason, was mentioned in regards to... her.
Maybe eavesdropping wasn’t such a plebeian thing to do.
Still, Midnight Eye placed his hoof over his chest in a noble, regal gesture. “The Honored Princess came to the Mountain of Midnight to witness the great Swyiadeztwo and face the recounting of ancient crimes against our kin. But also found herself appreciating deeply my Family’s greatness and achievements of our bloodline. Hers, after all, is the calling of a scholar, aksiosan, indeed. And so my thought was... Can there be understanding of choice, as well as right and just discussions without a certain... realization? Wisdom about what each and every one of us brings to this table, before Bogine and each other, as head of our Families and leaders of our Mountains?”
The Lords looked at each other and Twilight did the same. Was Midnight Eye suggesting...?
“We form Noctraliya. Our blood, the same hue, flows together. Shapes the future, like a mountain stream cuts through even the toughest rock with persistence alone. If this decision, the path we are about to choose in regards to the Honored Princess and her proposition, is to do the same... then let there be a chance for everypony to present their glory. Make their contribution.”
Azure Mist leaned forth, her expression a fair bit perturbed. “Midnight Eye... you mean to invite the Princess to our Mountains?”
“I propose that we do so out of our own volition,” he clarified, taking back his seat and joining his hooves before him, with a satisfied expression emerging on his muzzle. “Surely this would be a chance for each and every one of us to present our points. Our arguments. Maybe brag about our domains a bit, to show the Honored Princess that we are a proud, mighty nation, ready to make our stand,” he exclaimed, pausing only to glance her way. “If she would only be willing.”
Well... the Honored Princess in question was more or less focusing with all of her might not to bounce in her seat from excitement. True, this was not to be a pure treat for Twilight, considering the high stakes and all... but she would have a chance to delve even deeper into this magnificent culture. And be granted a chance to convince every single—
“I object!”
... almost every single Lord, after all?
Azure Mist shook her head vehemently, almost springing from her throne. “This is preposterous! We are talking about matters of war, of conflict, what possible reason is there for her to be allowed to witness the Iugi further?!”
Twilight was formulating a response already, but Bright Crescent decided to chime in with his usual gusto. Or lack thereof.
“Oh, would you look at that, Azure Mist fearing a foreign dignitary getting to see her fog-filled lair!” he said, trying not to burst into chuckles. “What are you concerned about all of a sudden? Like anypony would bother taking their troops to your damp dens! What would be the point? To catch a cold?”
The usual grey of Azure Mist’s was tainted by red, radiating from her cheeks even through her coats volume.
“How dare you?!”
“I actually do!” the stallion happily announced, looking towards the venerable Sunfall Word. “Do hold her for me if she decides to pounce at me, would you?” Not interested in a response, he immediately turned to Twilight. “I actually would adore to have this opportunity! Oh, Honored Princess, the Mountain of Crescent is to die for, I swear! The architecture, the designs, the embellishments! Might be the last chance to see it before we are at each other’s pretty throats! And I promise that I won’t nag you the whole visit about how unkind you were towards my poor, polite self lately.”
“Likewise, Honored Lord,” she told him outright, causing him to snicker behind his hoof and throw his rich, combed mane about.
“Fantastic! I second the proposal, then!”
Azure Mist looked like she was about to have a conniption fit at least, but Twilight wasn’t interested in paying mind to her tantrums. Instead, she turned to Midnight Eye.
“I should express my deepest thanks for bringing forth this possibility, Honored Lord. If only I would be allowed, I would love to learn far more about your lands and culture. As I still hope, we are to become dear friends and, as such, it is only fitting.”
It was a daring declaration, as some would say, but she was not going to lose sight of her goal.
To her side, Crimson Shade did let out a small hiss, but Dusk Harvest right beside him appeared far more positive about the concept, considering the joyous sparks in his eyes. Blossom was flapping her wings excitedly as he was forming his sentence.
“I-I-I b-believe it v-very thoughtful t-t-to have the H-Honored P-Princess explore o-o-our s-situation. In r-regards t-to the t-talks. D-D-Dalli c-could be shown t-to her, s-s-so that she r-realizes—”
“Have you lost your mind, Dusk Harvest?!” Azure Mist shouted. Shrieked, pretty much, since Blossom’s shrill back at her sounded surprisingly similar. “Yes, show a soleerane our food sources, supplies, maybe even tell her how to—!”
“Oh, would you give this a rest, Azure Mist?” Bright Crescent moaned, rolling his eyes. “You’re expecting the Princess to poison our crops? Or map them out? Would your Family, oh so brave in facing our plights, let anypony reach that far into our lands?”
And his response seemed to have, after all, made a point. Azure Mist closed her mouth abruptly, which almost hid her fangs completely... especially when Crimson Shade hissed once more, his expression hardening.
“Uaiyi wulni bidi altyi...” he muttered, looking up and over the table.
Menacingly. In a way that caused, Twilight couldn’t deny, her throat to clench and force her to gulp. She didn’t grasp the sentence, but the merciless tone was unmistakable.
Azure Mist was rendered silent too, at least for the moment. She slowly sat back down, in an automated motion. And her expression was a mask. Only her eyes were darting about, from muzzle to muzzle, looking for something.
Twilight could have sworn that they were avoiding Midnight Eye completely.
Silence didn’t linger, however, as Blessed Fang decided to speak up, after a very deep inhale. “Your concept, Honorable Lord Midnight Eye, is sound and in accordance to what I was considering as well. With the omen of war looming over us, it shall be a sign of great and hallowed prudence, to allow such negotiations to take place. And in the proposed form it also grants a chance at honest, open understanding.”
“Or the ‘mis’ kind!” Bright Crescent added. He glanced, very overtly, at Azure Mist. And Crimson Shade. And finally at Dusk Harvest, which felt that much more wicked. “F-f-for different reasons, of course.”
Oh, that was quite enough, Twilight decided, a breath away from declaring that she wasn’t going to spend any more time with this abhorrent stallion, invitation or not.
Thankfully, as it turned out, Blossom had her back of all creatures. Hissing loudly, she jumped from Dusk Harvest’s shoulder, flapped her wings as powerfully as her petite body allowed her to and dived right into Bright Crescent’s milky mane.
The stallion let out a rather high-pitched squeak, then started swatting around himself pathetically, to try and dissuade the bat from burrowing herself deeper and deeper and turning his coiffure into an absolute mess.
Twilight couldn’t deny the hilarity of the situation... as well as a small shiver. She understood that for a number of ponies, herself somewhat included, having a bat catching itself in their mane would be an absolute horror. Let alone a bat with a vengeance, as it appeared.
Crimson Shade, for once, found it actually amusing. She heard him chuckle right before Dusk Harvest, being a bit spooked about his pet’s actions, clicked his tongue loudly. Blossom popped up from the hairs as if perched on a bush, then expertly removed herself from Bright Crescent’s presence, avoiding the hooves, and loyally returned to her regular place. Still shooting daggers at her prey, much to his petulant displeasure, expressed in a set of huffs and hisses.
He went to try and fix his mess of a manestyle, Crimson Shade cleared his throat and Blossom got a scratch of gratitude.
The talks were ready to return to their norm. Tense, but established norm.
Well... minus Midnight Eye’s state of readiness. The Lord was rubbing the bridge of his muzzle with an expression of such profound resignation that Twilight was forced to fight a snicker with all of her might.
Blessed Fang, less bothered by what had just transpired, continued. “A few nights of stay at the Mountains will not postpone the final vote too much, I believe. Lord Midnight Eye,” he addressed the stallion, making him look back at him again, despite still being utterly disheartened. “Your inspiration seems to be in full accordance to the Goddess’ will. These talks and visits shall be for the best. You have my support.”
Twilight was expecting a polite sign of gratitude from Midnight Eye, naturally, but something quickly passed through his face and turned it from discouragement to... something else. Something fleeting blossomed in his eyes, only to be gone a moment later. And she couldn’t quite discern what it had been. It was enough, however, for the Lord to give the young stallion a proper bow of his head.
“Ia grat tu, hwalbu haspadr Aldatu u Rodine Kiel,” he announced. Firmly and sincerely.
In response, Sunfall Word, who had spent pretty much all of the talks silent and still, stroked his magnificent beard slowly, pondering something. Then his raspy breath caught everypony’s attention.
“Ia bid radosnu desp to. Hwalba knaze salwae in Iug u Soleeced.”
His tone and Twilight’s title in his lips was enough of a translation for her. “I am most grateful, Honored Lord,” she spoke up, seeing his tired eyes sparkling with new strength. “I am humbled by this proposal. If only the Honored Lords shall find it prudent and desirable to allow me this chance, I promise not to squander it in any way.”
A loud and vicious hiss replied to her. She automatically glanced Azure Mist’s way... but for once it wasn’t the mare being obstructive again, but Bright Crescent, who produced a comb from his robes and was trying to deal with a rather unpleasant tangle.
“Oh, don’t mind me, darlings,” he explained. “Somepony go and invite the Honored Princess first, I’ll be stuck with this for a few nights. Enough for her to occupy herself someplace else.”
Midnight Eye sighed before leaning back. “Far from forcing any decisions, but I believe Honored Lord Blessed Fang seems the reasonable first host for the Honored Princess. As the one who called us here, he should be granted precedent.”
“Our Mountain shall open its gates wide before such a guest,” the young stallion declared, staring at Twilight with those distant eyes of his, which blinked once and slowly. But they were clearly pleased. “I shall send a kiropt to prepare a grand welcome.”
“Yes, yes, splendid, how about that little diabl over there?” Bright Cresent asked, hiding the comb in resignation and giving Blossom a fairly murderous look. “I have enough bats for a month, ab Bogine...”
Twilight left him to his just misfortune and the pet’s hissing, returning Blessed Fang’s glance and embellishing her response with a kind smile. “Honored Lord, it shall be my utmost pleasure to witness your Mountain.”
The sound of shifting fabric caught her attention immediately afterwards. Azure Mist stood up from her seat with a sharp, sudden move that made her earrings flicker with the chandelier’s light.
“I see the nonsense has settled in, so there’s no reason to prolong this meeting,” she declared with biting displeasure. “I never thought I’d be saying those final, ancient words without any belief in them...”
Midnight Eye, standing up and prompting everypony to follow, gave her a long look. Perhaps the most meaningful and piercing that Twilight had ever witnessed from him.
“Make sure you never do just that,” he said, warning her vehemently, before his eyes sought the Goddess’ light, surely filling the sky above the time-honored Seat of the Covenant. “Ita ducte ipia Neskaza Lunee!”
Twilight participated with this declaration on her own. And even she, after today, summoned whatever strips of belief she could, putting it into it with genuine gratitude.
As soon as the call was done, however, Azure Mist shifted around and, without a word or a glance, marched out of the Seat.
It spoke further volumes, for even Crimson Shade, for all his reluctance and aversion to her quest and perhaps herself, gave Twilight a little nod before leaving his place. Candlelight shimmered around his circlet when he crossed the threshold.
Bright Crescent also decided to remove himself from the chamber rather quickly... making the additional effort to circle the table from the other side. For obvious reasons that the state of his mane was hinting at.
“I might actually manage to get presentable again before we see each other once more, Honored Princess. Unless you find yourself stuffed and mounted on the Fangs’ trophy wall, toodle-oo!”
Twilight grimaced. What was it going to take to break this stallion out of his irritating performance?
Well... she saw what Azure Mist was doing. And it wasn’t like Bright Crescent would change in a blink.
Blessed Fang shook his head. “I am not planning on doing that, Honored Princess,” he clarified, standing next to his seat.
“I would certainly hope not,” Midnight Eye added, moving towards the two. “It is not why I proposed this kind of continuation of the Honored Princess’ further tour.”
“It is my hope as well,” Twilight made it clear, on top of that, though with a little giggle. “I will not hesitate with packing, Honored Lord Blessed Fang. I mustn’t keep you or such an invitation waiting.”
The young stallion only smiled. “Fret not, Honored Princess. We’ll leave with the good weather. And before that, I trust there are things to occupy oneself with in the most holy Tuarie.”
Midnight Eye nodded to that. “Indeed. And, speaking of which, if you would have any requests prior, your entourage shall continue performing as ordered and allowed.”
Twilight smiled to thank him... but caught a flicker of something in his gaze. Not sure why, as he had made no sudden moves nor had there been anything particularly strange about his tone... but she suddenly felt both warm and frigid simultaneously.
It was like a... cold sensation combined with a piercing inkling.
She wasn’t sure how to interpret that... nor whether she desired that knowledge.