Fiddledust found her in a bar.
It wasn't an uncommon place for their first meetings, but usually she was nursing a glass of wine and not a bandaged foreleg. "You look like you could use a drink," Fiddle offered, taking a seat next to her.
"Bartender's already got me covered," the orange-haired pegasus replied. "Least he could do after the bouncer got her ass handed to her." She winced as she prodded at her injuries.
"You get into a lot of fights, then?" Fiddle asked as she waved the bartender over to place her own order.
"Only when someone's picking a fight with one of my friends," the other mare replied. "Name's Blitz Roller."
"Fiddledust." They shared a smile, and Fiddle felt the familiar sense of connection between them once again. "You remind me of one of my friends. Real firecracker of a mare. Never backed down from a fight either, even if she didn't have a chance in Tartarus of winning."
"Sounds like a hoot," Blitz said. "She here too?"
"She passed away a while ago," Fiddle said quietly.
"Oh, I'm sorry." Blitz shifted awkwardly on her seat.
"Don't you worry about it. Happened a long time ago." Fiddle shook her head. "And I know she wouldn't want me to be hung up over it. That's why I'm here for a good time."
"Well, it's definitely exciting around here," Blitz said. "Me and some of my friends are gonna go do some clubbing after this. You want in?"
For a moment, Fiddle hesitated. She still had a chance to disappear, to be just another odd encounter in Blitz's life until Fate inevitably played out its course. Though, this version of her lover seemed much more well-adjusted— a lifetime as Lightning Dust had done her good, she supposed.
And if not, well, Fiddle had made a promise, and even if it cost her a chance at love, she would fulfill it. She would save this mare, and trust in the strength of their bond to bring them together anyways.
And so, with a heart as light as a feather, Fiddle smiled. "I'd love that, darlin'."