Dark. Silent. Nothing. Something?
Maybe. There was a noise somewhere. Music? It was soft and distant. At least I think so.
I? I. I’m something. I’m someone. Or, I was someone. I don’t think I’m anyone anymore. Who was I again?
“Sombra.”
I remembered that name. It was a name spoken with an array of emotions. It was spoken with contempt. Hatred. Fear. But occasionally it was spoken with something lighter, something hopeful. Was that me? Was I Sombra?
Yes. I was Sombra. I had to be.
I twitched. I stretched. The room I was in began to brighten, the quiet chime of music awakening me. Trickles of sunlight peeked through the curtain and onto where I lay, but they provided no warmth. Toward that light I lifted myself, floating upward until I looked out that window and into a grand city. There were creatures all over, and I set a wispy hoof onto the glass. It was clad in armor.
My head tilted at the sight, the action reminding me that I was made up of more than just that hoof, and I removed it from the window and turned to look around the rest of the room. It seemed to be someone’s, but certainly not my own. It was decorated in a way so unlike what I assumed were my own tastes, a mess of hair care products on the vanity, a box that seemed to be creating the melody I could hear, as well as many photos of creatures I didn’t know taped to a mirror.
A mirror that I wasn’t reflected in.
“What?”
I stepped back, confused. My voice sounded strange. Quiet almost. As if it wasn’t mine. As if it wasn’t real.
Was I real? Why wouldn’t I be?
Approaching the mirror, I set my hoof on that. I still had no reflection. Somehow, that was starting to concern me less. This was normal for me. I don’t know how or why, but something within me knew that I wasn’t supposed to have a reflection. Because I wasn’t real. At least, not anymore.
Blinking, my memories began to return. Memories of causing pain. Memories of being in pain. Memories of ponies and creatures and-
“Luster Dawn.”
That was one of the ponies I remembered, probably because I was staring at a picture of her right now. Was this her room?
I turned away from the mirror and toward the door, phasing through it as I began my trek to nowhere, down what seemed to be an endless hallway.
Yes, this was normal for me. This was my life. Or rather, my afterlife.
I was dead.
Putting a hoof to my head, as if such an action would help, a grumble escaped me. This always happens. I would rest, I would awaken, and I would have a brief moment of panic as my mind fails to put pieces into place. At least everything was coming back to me now, slightly quicker than the last time, clearing my mind as well as it could in my phantom state.
First of all, I needed to remember what had happened prior to my decision to rest. Who was the last spirit I had spoken to, and did I fade away as I was speaking with them? I don’t think so, I was usually pretty adept with keeping my form as long as I wasn’t enraged, and my rage was considerably less volatile now than it was before.
Humming quietly, I dug through my memories until I found what I was looking for.
Lullaby. Jack Pine.
Those were the spirits I had spoken to that night, even if the conversation for one of them was rather unpleasant. Perhaps I’d see them tonight in the throne room? I wasn’t planning on searching either of them out right now. Tragic deaths aside, neither were what I would consider a priority in saving. Both were lucid spirits, very unlikely to turn vengeful. Of course, I would still speak with them occasionally, but neither had quite reached their point of moving on.
For the most part, I was okay with that. Lullaby had long since given herself the duty of caring for the foals in the castle, which was a relief to me, while Jack Pine simply had no intention of moving on yet. So while they were here, and while they had their reasons to stay, I would not put too much time into truly helping them quite yet.
The mystery of that night resolved, I continued my walk soundlessly. The halls were bright with sunlight, but empty. This disappointed me somewhat, because with my renewed vigor and current lack of duties, I was hoping to play with some of the princess’ visitors. It looked quite active outside, so there were bound to be a few creatures roaming these halls, right?
Stopping beside a tall window, I gazed out at the sun above, trying to determine the time of day. It was high in the sky. So neither morning nor evening. Perhaps it was midday? That seemed like the perfect time for the living to be wandering around, so where were they?
As if on cue, I heard a murmur down the halls. Possibly one of my own ponies, but with nothing better to do, I thought it worth following. I was free until nightfall, when I could return to my throne.
The circumstances of my death notwithstanding, I still got my victory. Princess Twilight just didn’t know that, and likely never would. So, in a way, I still won. Truthfully, I still hated the victory, but what’s done is done. I have more important things to attend to now.
Rounding a corner, I found what I assumed to be the source of the murmurs. A pair of foals, one a pale blue and one a bright pink, whispering to each other. Unsurprisingly, they were a pair of my own ponies, huddled together under a table. They hadn’t noticed me.
“Planning on making a bit of mischief, little ones?” I called out. The two of them jumped, the pink one buzzing her little wings as if about to take off, but her companion flopped over her to keep her in place, “I’ll take that as a yes.”
Struggling out from under her partner in crime, the filly was quick to defend herself, “There’s some ponies arguing down the hall! We just wanted to prank ‘em is all.”
Now that they mentioned it, I could hear some more squabbling in the distance. Not that it was anything that mattered to me, or to these foals for that matter. Perhaps their prank would shut these ponies up, but I had to be sure it wasn’t something risky.
“What sort of prank?”
“Dunno,” The filly shrugged, I couldn’t quite recall her or her friend’s name right now, “Maybe tripping them. It was Pollywog’s idea.”
Well, that solved one problem.
Pollywog responded by elbowing her, “Nuh-uh! That idea was yours, I wanted to push one of the vases over!”
She elbowed him back, and he turned to bite her, but with the stamp of a hoof I got them both to stop.
“It doesn’t matter whose idea it was, you both know better than to cause property damage.” I would hope they do anyway, the problem with young spirits is they’re always stuck with whatever attitude they may have died with, including rebellious, “Every now and then is fine, but not so often that we risk being caught. We’re ponies, not poltergeists.”
Well, they were ponies as far as they were aware. I may as well be a poltergeist when at my most unstable. Or when Princess Twilight was around. Not that she ever thought of my outbursts and general misconduct as anything other than a draft in the old castle.
It was insulting, really.
“Is there something we can do?” Pollywog asked, interrupting my bitter thoughts.
I shook my head briefly, not in refusal as much as to clear those thoughts before answering, “Yes, you can follow me. Other than those obnoxious ponies down the hall, I haven’t seen hide nor hair of anypony in the castle.”
“That’s probably because it’s a holiday!”
“A holiday? Which one?”
“No idea, I just heard some ponies talking about it.”
“I hope it’s not Hearth’s Warming,” The filly interrupted, “I’d hate to miss presents and treats. My grandma always makes special cookies on Hearth’s Warming!”
Though my knowledge of modern holidays was brief, I still flinched at her words. Thankfully neither she or Pollywog noticed, and I ushered them over to me as I continued down the hall. With nothing better to do, I decided to follow them to the quarrelling ponies, the three of us silent all the way. The foals put effort into this silence, sneaking as quietly as they could while I simply followed along behind, my metal laden hoofsteps already silenced by fate.
Previously faint before, the muffled voices of the living eventually made themselves known. It was mostly hushed whispers, assumedly silenced so as to not get heard by any other being. How long had they been here?
“So what was it they’re arguing about?”
“Shh, they’ll hear you!” Pollywog hissed, “Katydid heard them first, arguing about some dumb grown up stuff probably. We just know they’re mad at each other.”
“How very informative.” My eyes might have rolled, but I wasn’t entirely paying attention to my actions, so who really knew? At least I was reminded of the filly’s name now.
The voices grew closer, their tones and pitches being made known. I somewhat recognized them, and a bitterness grew within me.
“Perhaps I could whip up a concoction for us to share? I could spice things up a bit.”
Ah, the first coherent sentence to be heard, and I was already disgruntled. How fun.
“Suggest something like that again and the only ‘concoction’ is going to be my hoof against your teeth!”
Certainly sounds spicier than whatever the first one was suggesting.
Turning a corner, we were met with the sight of the two ponies, still bickering with each other for some reason. Yep, I recognized them well enough. The two of them have worked in the castle for years now, somehow still under employment despite Princess Twilight’s dedication to trusting everypony even if they didn’t deserve it. A flicker of a memory and I was reminded that one of them certainly didn’t deserve to be walking free at all.
This castle was absolutely crawling with murderers.
Hiding my disdain as well as I could, I asked, “So, what’s the plan here?”
“Well, since we can’t scare them by breaking something, maybe we could throw something at them instead?”
Normally, I would be opposed to this. Today, I was feeling generous.
“Only if it’s something small, but good luck finding anything.”
The foals giggled quietly, each scrambling behind me to search for ammo. I ignored them as they went, sure they’d be on their search for a while, and focused on the ponies in front of me. Their argument was none of my business, but what’s the point of being invisible if you can’t eavesdrop?
“Still not interested,” The murderer spat, his horn sparking as he turned away from the Probably Not Innocent Pegasus beside him. I didn’t like the way she looked, especially not with her tail elevated like that.
“Oh please, you’d really choose that simple little Earth mare over me?” She flicked her tail. I rolled my eyes. So much for ‘equality’ in present Equestria. “Or are you still trying to compensate for the past? Still caught up in that lie of protecting her?”
“Don’t.”
“Don’t what? Isn’t it better to let sleeping ponies lie?”
Oh. Well, didn’t I wander upon something interesting? I stepped closer, only looking away briefly to confirm that the foals were nowhere in sight.
Murderer’s horns sparked. “Bold words for someone who seems to refuse to do the same, how about we both forget it?”
“Of course. Which is why you should give her up for me.”
Despite his sparking horn, she slammed against him, pinning him to the wall and leaning her face close. Murderer’s previous annoyed expression turned to one of disgust, while Not Innocent Pegasus gazed at him with a horrible little smile that made me want to create the concoction Murderer was so hopeful for.
How lovely. Not only are they a suspicious duo, they’re a suspicious duo having an affair.
I hate the living.
She leaned her face closer, right into his ear as she whispered, “Come on now Bolt, just one more time. Can’t have your little secret getting out, now can we?”
Murderer’s horn sparked harder. Perhaps I should intervene? As interesting as it would be to learn more, there was always a possibility he’d strike again, or the two of them would do something even more unsightly together. Right in the open halls, where a pair of foals was set to meet up with me again.
Alright, that’s enough eavesdropping. Leaning forward, my snout was right against the mare’s ear, not so close that she could feel my chill, but close enough that she would feel what I was about to do. I didn’t truly breathe, if there were lungs within my form, they’d stopped working long ago, but I could still do this.
Huffing into her ear, I forced a cold breeze into it that made her shriek and push Murderer away. He stumbled to the side while she shook her head, all the while oblivious of my presence.
Murderer shook his own head, perhaps more upset at what just happened than Not Innocent Pegasus, “The hay was that for?”
“What was that for?” She scoffed, hoof over her ear as the chill continued through her body, “What was this for? You didn’t have to shoot an ice bolt into my ear!”
“I don’t have ice magic!”
“Don’t lie to me!”
“You’re the liar here!”
I hated these two even more, with every word they spat. They made the foals’ petty squabbles seem like an educated debate.
“You so need to get a better grasp on magic,” Not Innocent Pegasus mumbled, flicking her ear, “And a better grasp on mares. She’s so plain, I still don’t know how you can like her.”
“She doesn’t force me against the wall, for one thing,” Murderer mumbled back, “Don’t you have a lunch you’re supposed to be making?”
“I’m better at my job than you are at your job, it’s already done.”
“Ugh, then go get an early start on dinner, will you? The Princess has about a dozen mouths to feed, might as well start early.”
“And miss my time with you? I don’t think so.”
She leaned forward again, and my own ears pinned in frustration. My trick was supposed to have run them off, yet they continued to stand here and flirt despite the apparent hatred one of them contained. I needed another plan.
“Yeah, no. Bella’s stopping by with the kids soon, and we’ll be watching the sunset together. You can stay as far away from them as possible.”
Not Innocent Pegasus grinned a grin I didn’t like, “Or perhaps I can stop by as a little surprise? I’m sure they’d love me.”
The discomfort I felt in her tone was nowhere near what Murderer felt, if his lightning fast actions of creating his promise of hoof and teeth were anything to go by. Not Innocent went back with a cry, though she quickly recovered with an enraged glare. A bit of blood dripped from her lips, though it looked as though her teeth stayed intact.
Murderer stood over her, his own enraged glare piercing into the Pegasus before him, his horn sparking dangerously.
“Go anywhere near my children, and I’ll kill you.”
“I’d just like to see you try.”
They left without any more interference. This was good, because for some reason it seemed as thought the final bits of their conversation had frozen me in place and left me dazed. I hadn’t even seen them leave, or I didn’t remember seeing them leave.
Why did that happen?
What was I doing again?
A scramble of tiny hoofbeats behind me, and I recovered. I turned to see Pollywog & Katydid running back, the latter with a shard of glass in her mouth. The sight sent a pang of worry throughout my form. Not for their physical safety, we were all past the point of that, but for the fear that somepony might have seen a suspiciously floating shard in the air. How did she even have the energy to carry that as far as she had?
Thankfully, she dropped the shard as she and Pollywog skid to a stop beside me, both little faces scrunching up in annoyance.
“Aw, where’d they go?” She asked.
“Off to do some more grown up stuff,” I shrugged, earning another scrunched face of disapproval, “Of which I am actually free from, right now. Would you like to join me on a walk through the castle?”
At least until I can pawn the two of you onto Lullaby.
“Ugh, fine.” Pollywog kicked the shard, a tiny tink sounding around the empty hallway, unheard by anything alive, “But only if there’s something fun to do where you’re going.”
“We’ll see, won’t we?”
Turning without looking at the two of them, I began my slow trek down the halls. Unsurprisingly, I heard their hoofbeats again, and was quickly joined by my tiniest entourage yet. Who, for the first time since I encountered them today, were finally quiet.
Doubtful that’ll last, but I’ll take what I can get.
With no destination in mind, we wandered. I’d had my fun with the living today, it was best to save my strength for more important things, and I had nothing to do until nightfall. Most of my subjects hid away during the daylight, or chose this time to rest. There was no use in the daylight when you couldn’t speak with most, or they were scared of your presence.
Though, other than those two from before, it was strangely quiet. Even on a less busy day, there’d be more ponies around. Delegates and friends, an array of creatures big and small, some of which I’d never even seen myself.
Ears twitching in a search for sound, I asked, “What holiday did you say it was again?”
Katydid responded, “We didn’t.”
“Right.”
It probably wasn’t one I knew anyway. It seemed as though they were always adding new ones. I was still trying to piece together the origin of ‘Nightmare Night’ and ‘Hearth’s Warming’, though this seemed to be neither of those. There were typically more tacky decorations lying around for those, but right now the walls were bare.
A sudden twitch of an ear, and a voice was caught. Quickly, I turned, the foals following after as we silently made our way down the hall. Now down a much wider and grander hall, I caught more voices, beyond a large and open doorway. Knowing which room it was, I finally understood the silence.
It was lunchtime, the Pegasus from before had mentioned that. The faint scent of a meal graced my senses, but left me feeling nothing but a faint desire for what I could no longer have. Ignoring it and hoping the foals didn’t feel the same, I peeked around and into the doorway.
If I had growled, neither Pollywog nor Katydid noticed.
The table was full. Princess Twilight on the furthest end, her friends seated down the table. The ones who’d had a hoof in my death, the not-so-little dragon, the young Crystal Princess, plus a few more that I either didn’t know, or knew too well. Luster Dawn, seated between two older ponies who I could only assume were her parents. They were all chatting and laughing, their meal nearly done, underappreciating such a mundane thing...
But as nice as it was to see Luster, there were two other ponies of note in the room. A duo I never expected to see again, and the reason for sudden excitement.
The ponifications of the Sun and Moon themselves, Celestia and Luna. They sat right beside the princess, Celestia sitting as tall as she had a thousand years ago, while Luna seemed more reserved. Only one of them was bothering to speak.
I still didn’t understand why they’d abdicated their throne, they had been so powerful. Rulers of the celestial bodies, bringer of light and life, more than a step above the pathetic little purple one they’d left in their place.
Even I would’ve been a better choice than her.
A bitterness was bubbling within me, about things that couldn’t be changed. It was hard to keep that feeling within, that burning rage that becomes a part of you when you’ve been murdered.
“Little ones,” I announced, getting my entourage’s attention, “Would you perhaps like to play another prank?”
They agreed unanimously, and I grinned, nodding my head to motion into the room.
“Go crazy. How about you knock over one of those chairs?”
They bolted, right under the table. I wasn’t sure what they planned to do under there, but I let them go, common sense be damned. Princess Twilight didn’t believe in spirits anyway, and with as many years as she lived in these walls undisturbed, neither did Celestia. I wasn’t sure of Luna's stance, or the princess’ other friends, but I knew the few who were aware of me wouldn’t rat me out.
The casual chatting was cut off by a yelp, and a thud as I caught Princess Twilight falling to the floor. Such impressive strength for such tiny spirits. Celestia was the first to offer Twilight a hoof, but I wasn’t about to allow that.
“Try knocking some dishes down!”
The living couldn’t hear me, my voice was less than a whisper to them. The foals however, heard me loud and clear, and it didn’t take long for one of the princess’ friends to shriek as the table bumped below her, knocking her glass over. She shot back as the liquid trickled toward her.
Princess Twilight was up in an instant at that, her head nearly colliding with Celestia’s as she looked toward her screeching friend, shouting, “Rarity, what’s wrong?”
“There’s something under the table!” She shouted, forelegs wrapped around herself, “It nearly ruined my dress!”
“Oh sorry,” the one in front of her spoke up, ducking beneath the table and pulling out… A foal? And not one of mine either, “Lil’ Cheese dropped Boneless #6, and he wanted to get him back!”
“I was playing with my friends!” He shouted, rather excitedly.
I wasn’t sure if he was talking about his toy, or my ponies. I supposed it didn’t matter, if this was the same little one I remembered, he’d noticed me when he was smaller. Foals were always so much more observant than adults.
The white one, Rarity, said something back at that, but by that point I’d already tuned her out. I chose instead to approach the one pony in this room I could speak to, sneaking up behind her and leaning beside her and whispering, “Hello.”
Luster screeched in surprise, covering her mouth as all attention turned to her. I couldn’t help but cackle, seeing her ears go back in annoyance as she screeched again, much quieter, into her own hooves.
“Luster, what’s wrong?” Princess Twilight asked, having only just righted her chair. I decided to walk up to her next, “Is something the matter?”
Refusing to remove her hooves from her face, she muttered truthfully, “I have awful friends.”
“Hey, don’t say that, I’m sure your friends are very nice,” Twilight assured, “If you’re having problems with them, just talk. I’m sure you can work something out.”
She went to sit down. I rushed by Luna to stand next to the chair.
“Idiot.”
I kicked the chair out of the way, allowing Princess Twilight to relive her downfall again.
Once again, I let a cackle escape me as I just barely avoided her brushing against me. How sad it was that this entertained me as much as it did, but it is what it is. I almost wished she wasn’t so sceptical.
I stepped back as more than just Celestia ran to Twilight this time, making sure their almighty ruler hadn’t died, or something. She’s sturdier than the lot of them, why are they so concerned?
Well, Luna wasn’t. In fact, I’d only just noticed she wasn’t even looking at Twilight. She was looking toward me, and upon staring back, it seemed as if her gaze met mine, but that couldn’t be possible. I stared right back, trying to read her, but her expression was unreadable. Uncomfortably blank, even.
She couldn’t see me, could she? Nopony could see me unless I made an effort to be seen. I wasn’t doing that right now, but she was staring far too intently. I wanted to test something.
I stuck my tongue out.
And then I ran away.
I didn’t even bother checking for a response from Luna, rushing past Pollywog and Katydid. They were probably feeling about ready for a ‘nap’ by now anyway, though I figured they’d be stubborn about taking one. Still, their energy was spent, and they shouldn’t cause any more problems for the living.
Wait.
Something was behind me, I could hear it.
It… Couldn’t be, could it?
I turned. I see exactly who I expected to see, galloping after me.
Well, time to run faster.
It would’ve been great if there were more creatures in the halls right now, this probably looked ridiculous, I wonder how the others feel. Better yet, I wonder how she’s going to feel when she barrels right through me, because she’s catching up quick.
Actually, you know what? I should just stop right now.
It pains me to know that I won’t see her face when she- Oh sweet shadows.
Personal verbal experience has taught me that the living don’t quite like the way it feels when a spirit touches them. It makes them shudder with a deathly cold feeling within them, and though I’ve felt my fair share of physical contact, I can’t say the same for when the contact is sudden.
I think I know how the living feel now.
Luna shudders along with me, though she turns with a rage in her demeanor as she demands, “What are you doing here?”
Bitterness from earlier gone, I reply quite casually, “I think I should ask you that.”
She jumps at me again. We both shudder, and a hint of that frustration is back.
“What?”
She jumps again, magic blazing. The same result. I’d be amused if it weren’t so uncomfortable.
“Enough of your tricks!” Her magic sparks stronger, an uncontrollable rage in her voice, “Reveal yourself, or I-”
“I’m dead, Prin- Luna. You can’t hurt me anymore.”
Her magic sputters with wide eyes. She almost looked upset, “Dead?”
“I didn’t know you could see ghosts.”
“Most ponies don’t.” The rage is gone, replaced by melancholy, “It’s not exactly something I talk about. Even Celestia thinks I’ve ‘grown out of it’, so to speak.”
“Can you see all of us?”
She nods, “Yes.”
“And for all those years, you never did or said anything.”
“It’s a bit more complicated than that.”
She didn’t elaborate. She didn’t need to. I knew of her banishment, even if I had slept through it. Overhearing history wasn’t hard, but Luster had taught me so much more. I wasn’t sure if I sympathized with or pitied Luna.
“Does Twilight know you’re here?”
“No.”
“Does anypony know you’re here?”
I hesitated, but eventually nodded.
“Who?”
I chose to stay silent. Luna sighed.
“I suppose death would be lonely, but I don’t think you should get too attached.”
The bitterness was within me again, “You have no right to lecture me on what I can and can not do in my afterlife.”
“You’re right, I don’t. But I’ve seen what happens to spirits after so many years of loneliness. I fear that it would only get worse if you get too attached.”
Once again, I gave no response. Not out of stubbornness, but out of uncertainty. Being able to talk to spirits, Luna was sure to have befriended some, but so few from that long ago remained. I’d helped them first, or they’d gone vengeful. Their names had already long slipped my mind, fleeting memories like so many other things.
One still stood out among the others, however. A certain Pegasus that I’d taken everything from, yet had saved in the end. He’d been alive back then.
“Angelite. You knew him.”
She flinched at the name. It was just a painful memory now, from a time that we’d once both been familiar with.
“He’s gone now, I helped him.”
Her head shot up in surprise, and maybe a bit of anger, “Helped? But you-”
“Yes, I know. I know that it’s my fault that he met the fate he did, and it may very well be my fault that he died the way he did.” The admittance pained me, but I was a millenia too late to change anything, “But what matters now is that I ended what I’d begun. He’s gone, he’s finally at peace.”
“How do you know that for sure?”
“I don’t. But it’s what I want to believe.”
Luna stared at me, conflicted. She’d been hard to read earlier, but now there was too much to her. I couldn’t tell if she was sad, angry, relieved, or anything. It could’ve been all of them, I’d never be able to tell.
It was times like these I missed my magic, ponies used to be so easy to read.
“I’m dead, Luna.” I had to repeat it, for myself more than her, “King of the Dead. I’ve made it my duty to save all of them, even if it leaves me to the same fate they’d have without me. For everything I’ve done in life, this is my retribution.”
“Is it really retribution if you’re helping them?”
“I don’t know, Princess, is it?”
She flinched at my words, unable to speak. Perhaps she knew what I’d learned, perhaps she knew what I didn’t, and I’d just hit a sore spot. It mattered little in the long run, there was no use dwelling in the past.
Even if the past haunted me.
Her ears twitched suddenly, and I even caught a sound. Turning around, I had expected to see either Princess Twilight or even her sister approaching, but the steps were far too faint to be someone of their stature. Faint, and forever young. I turned to Luna.
A look of horror was upon her face, still unable to come to terms with the cruelties of the world even after seeing them herself. I couldn’t say I blamed her, even I had become world weary from seeing them every day.
The two skid to a stop beside me, Katydid shouting in frustration, “Hey, why’d you run off like that?”
“I didn’t want to get caught,” I replied simply, not even looking at her. My gaze continued to rest on Luna, her wide eyed stare focused on the two little ones, “But I suppose I lost that game.”
As if the two hadn’t noticed her before, both foals joyously greeted her, surprisingly by name. I wasn’t sure if it was because of familiarity with the castle, or if they’d died much more recently than I’d thought.
Luna jolted back at their voices, turning away, “I’m sorry, little ones, but I have to go.”
She walked away quickly, in the direction opposite of the dining hall. Which meant that somepony would probably be rushing out to find her soon, much to my annoyance.
Pollywog tugged at my cape, “What was her problem?”
Finally looking down at the two, I shrugged, “Stressed about the holidays, I suppose.”
“Did she say what holiday it was?” Katydid asked, “Did you remember to ask?”
“Must’ve slipped my mind,” I answered, earning a frustrated pout from the two, “Probably a boring one though. You two would’ve remembered otherwise, right?”
“Oh, yeah! We know what the good ones are!”
“That’s what I thought,” I smiled, making my way down the hall, to wherever it took me, “Come now, little ones. We’ve had our fun, it’s time for you to return back to Lullaby.”
“But I don’t want to!”
“Perhaps she knows what today is?”
Eyes widening in realization, the two took off down the hall. I had no idea if Lullaby was in this direction, or even currently awake, but I slowly followed after with the shake of my head.
Forgive me Lullaby, I can only tolerate foals for so long...