//------------------------------// // Chapter II // Story: Parental Glideance: TLC Timeline // by AizakkuHorooee //------------------------------// The first thing Bow and Windy do once we’re all in is guide us to the kitchen, and one that looks fairly modern, considering the technology of Equestria.  It’s got a breakfast nook with two chairs to the right as you enter, and a stove to the left with pots and pans atop and hanging over.  The countertop starts just past the stove with two drawers and a bread box, then a sink with two cupboard doors,  The rest of the counter goes all the to the corner before turning about midway through, only broken up by a refrigerator across from the entrance. The front part of the kitchen is loaded with old pictures of Rainbow Dash, Bow and Windy, and above the half of the breakfast nook across from the stove, there is a shelf of cereal boxes and china.  Lastly, there are lamps littering the ceiling of the kitchen. Bow sits on the side below the shelf while Scootaloo and I sit on the other.  Scootaloo pastes the picture of the front of the house on the scrapbook she brought with her. Windy sets two plates down on our side of the table with a comically tall sandwich on each plate.  “Here you go, Rainbow Dash’s favorite meal: a pasta and potato sandwich on sourdough.  She just loved to carbo load.”  Windy chuckles, flashing back probably to every time she cooked that sandwich. “Whoa, even without tasting it, I can tell it was a labor of love,” I remark.  Scootaloo and I take a large chunk out of our sandwiches.  It really is delicious.  “Man, this is so GOOD!” “Agreed,” Scootaloo barely can say with a full mouth. “Uh Aita, you were about to say that you were from another world, right?” I nod at Bow.  “Where are you from?” “Wisconsin.  It’s in a world that’s a bit bulgy… and more technologically advanced compared to Equestria’s.  Chrysalis or Carve could probably describe it better than I can though.” I eat the rest of my sandwich, having finished explaining my homeworld. “Are you kidding?” Bow replies.  “What you described sounds like a vacation spot waiting to happen!  Do they have races there?  Rainbow Dash was ALWAYS a fan of the gear and flags.” That remark got a bit creepy, but I press on.  “...I suppose so.  I know a few things would look familiar in my homeworld, like the stuff you mentioned, just not the racecars and tire beds.” When Scootaloo takes her scrapbook back out, I stop her.  “Scootaloo, you know better.  I know you want to document everything there is to know about Rainbow Dash, but please not at supper.” Windy puts her top feather under her chin.  “Hm, I do have a photo I showed Rainbow Dash of that sandwich to get her into it.  You could keep it, Scootaloo… though Aita did have a point there about keeping books away from food.” “Thanks, Windy,” Scootaloo says before smothering herself in another bite of her sandwich. “Now since she’s doing a report on our Rainbow Dash, who did you feel like documenting?” Windy asks me. “I haven’t decided on that one.  I did make two scrapbooks myself in case I chose either one: Twilight or Chrysalis.  I am gonna need a second opinion before I’m certain though.” Bow puts his left hoof on the table.  “A second opinion?  Sure.  You seem good at descriptions.  Why don’t y-” I cut him short by teleporting in the two scrapbooks I mentioned.  “Or you could just do that.” I flip through the pages, making sure everyone could at least see the pictures I’ve taken.  “See, I could either go with the tried and true with Twilight, or go bold with Chrysalis.” Bow points to one photo in the Chrysalis scrapbook; it’s the one that was taken in my homeworld.  “Who’s that?” “Oh the human?”  Bow nods at me.  “Her name is Sophie Handy.  That’s where half of my last name comes from in Aita Bagley-Handy.  She was my main caretaker before last year’s Hearth’s Warming, when Chrysalis’ relationship with my homeworld was soured from the loss of my biological mother.  Sophie was the only adult there she still trusted, thus immortalized my memory of her in this picture.” “Whoa… well just like our Rainbow Dash, Windy and I will still root for you, Aita.  Obviously we can never hold a candle to how Princess Twilight feels about you, but we can try, right?” “Yuh-huh.  So who’s the better candidate for the report?” “So let me get this straight,” Windy says trying to process in the pictures she saw.  “Chrysalis, queen of the changelings, befriended Equestria, preserved memories of your homeworld, helped arrest xenophobic school faculty, calmed her subjects down by singing, and personally taught you to trail?” “Gotta say honey, Chrysalis appears to make a strong case for herself.”  Bow now turns back to me.  “But Aita, you get along with Princess Twilight pretty well too from the looks of it.  I love that you guys share a laugh off of any potential conflict, that she’s gotten you to ace school, that you feel so comfortable around the castle, that she comes to you when you need her the most.  You should do Princess Twilight if you really wanna continue breezing through your education.” I look at the two scrapbooks, and think it over.  Bow has a really good point.  We are talking about the most inspirational, and while Chrysalis’ actions certainly did a lot of good ever since she got her hive back, Twilight’s done the same for me personally.  She’s even better than Sophie at times, maybe because of gaining experience with Spike. “Alright, Twilight it is,” I announce.  “And now that you’ve helped me decide my project, why don’t I help you guys.  Windy, you still have the photo you showed Rainbow Dash of our sandwiches?  Twilight made a branch of a copy spell that I can use so that you and Scootaloo can have the same photo.” Windy realizes she never did give Scootaloo the photo.  “Oh, here you go Aita.”  She gives it to me now. “Thanks, be right back.” I teleport out of the kitchen to Twilight’s throne room.