//------------------------------// // Reunions, Recriminations and Regrets // Story: Beauty Is Where You Find It // by Verdigris //------------------------------// Chapter 11 (((()))) “Said, ‘Hey, old man, how can you stand to think that way? Did you really think about it before you made the rules?’ He said, ‘Son, That’s just the way it is. Some things will never change. That’s just the way it is.’ Ah, but don’t you believe them.” – Bruce Hornsby, The Way It Is (The Way It Is) (((()))) “Oceanside! End of the line!” the conductor announced as the train slowed. You can say that again, Verdigris thought as he put his book aside and looked out the window. It was an interesting feeling, arriving in his home town from outside for the first time, without leaving. Well, leaving under my own power – well, when I wanted to – Ah, forget it. He gathered up his books and slipped them back into the saddlebags, then resumed looking out. He wondered if anypony else would be waiting for him, or just his family, and maybe Sea Grass. I can’t say which way, and I don’t know if I care. Too much to think about. When the train stopped, he settled the bags in place and walked to the rear, stepping down onto the station deck. He wasn’t expecting Birchbark to be waiting for him, and wondered why only he was there. Verdigris walked over, and nodded. He saw the Patrol Lieutenant’s eyes widen as he took in his appearance. Yeah, I look a little different. Great, another thing for them to complain about. “What gives? What happened?” Did they – no, they wouldn’t bail on me. They’re my family, for Celestia’s sake. “Your dad’s got the duty today. The schedule changed three weeks ago,” the Lieutenant replied, making Verdigris face-hoof. “There’s no way you could have known, Lieutenant.” When he got a look that was a combined question and glare, Birchbark added, “We got a flame-sent letter from Surestrike about the ceremony. What, you thought I wouldn’t find out? This is the Patrol, remember?” “I guess that bolt knocked me more than unconscious,” Verdigris groused. “All right, what’s going on? What happened to Grass, or mom?” Birchbark’s expression became guarded. “I don’t know if I should be the one to tell you.” “If it’s bad news, you’d better tell me, right now,” the Alicorn snarled, his ears flattening, and his eyes starting to glow. “I’m tired, just had a nasty surprise and I’m not in the mood for games.” “Whoa, calm down. It’s not. It’s just I was asked to keep quiet. A lot’s happened since Sea Grass came back, and some of it involves her.” The Patrol Lieutenant looked around, then asked, “Is Honey Bunch staying in Canterlot as the Princess’ hoof-maiden the real story?” “It’s true. Everypony knows what Full Sail had in mind for her, and she didn’t want it. It was about the only way she could get clear.” Verdigris sighed. “Might as well. Celestia asked, and Grass and I told her to take it. There’s no way she’d be happy stuck here, marrying some dolt her dad picked out. I know she told Sail at least once she wouldn’t do it.” Birchbark nodded. “Yeah, that didn’t go over very well. He’s blaming you. So’s Fire Coral.” Verdigris smiled lopsidedly. “No, really? Of course they are. I’m why they went to Canterlot.” He paused. “Okay, what about mom?” “Okay, but stay calm. Freewind was in the hospital with feather flu again.” Verdigris cursed under his breath. “I said stay calm, Patrol. She’s fine. They finally found the source, and the colt’s in quarantine. You remember Torch?” Verdigris nodded. “He doesn’t believe in vaccinations, and Free’s still too young for them. Breakwater’s thinking about fining him for a public health risk, but that won’t change anything right away.” “Torch never was the brightest candle in the room,” Verdigris agreed. “Okay, so how’s everypony else doing?” “Driftwood’s probably waiting for you at the Grange. Marl and Blackrock sent their Academy applications in last week. Once they hear back, they’re probably leaving right after.” Verdigris closed his eyes and shook his head. “I know, that bites. They want out of Oceanside. Things have gotten a little strange since you got hit.” “How so?” Verdigris looked back as his crates were unloaded, then thought for a few seconds. “Don’t tell me the Rus are back.” “Maybe I should tell you. You figured that out fast.” “I didn’t think they’d come back, but I guess I didn’t hurt them enough.” When his superior blinked, Verdigris said, “No, I don’t mean that. I guess Oceanside isn’t enough trouble for them, like I promised.” He shook his head again. “Great. Just bucking great. I’ve gotta go through all that again.” He spat onto the rails. “Lemme guess, Full Sail brought ‘em in.” “Uh, yeah. How’d you know?” “He did the last time. Mom and Free aren’t going through that again. I swear, Birch, if that happens again, I’m gonna really hurt somepony, and Sail’s at the top of the list.” Birchbark smiled briefly. Verdigris hadn’t used his name that way for a while. “Yeah, well, there’s more, but I can’t tell you. It’s about Grass, and she wants to tell you personally.” “Sounds serious.” Probably the crap she had to deal with, he thought. “It is.” Verdigris looked at him for a minute, then sighed and lowered his head. “Okay, I’ll just get settled in and deal with it tomorrow. Everything’s the way it was, right?” “Just the way you left it. We … were worried you might not come back, truth be told.” “Not just you. I thought I could handle anything until then.” Verdigris stopped by the cargo station, signed for his crates and saw to their loading on the wagon. “Got a question. I swear I heard laughter coming from that storm. I remember reading a few myths about the biggest storms being home to demons, or something like that. There was an idea that they develop sapience when they get big enough. Is there anything to all that?” Birchbark paused in thought. “I haven’t heard anything about that, but I can’t say I’d be surprised if it was true. I got the report from the Weather Bureau in Cloudsdale, and its track changed abruptly when it reached Force Four. Like it decided to hit us and the Comet, instead of the usual drift.” He shrugged as they passed the wagon. “Could be. Magic can do strange things.” “Okay. I’d swear it was after me, but maybe I’m letting paranoia get to me. For all I know it was after the Comet, and I ruined its fun.” Verdigris smiled. “Kinda like Bluestreak.” He stopped, then started walking again. “He still in Manehattan?” “Last we heard. Why?” Birchbark looked at him side-long as they walked. “Not sure. Just out of the blue.” Birchbark nodded. “What’s in the crates?” “Got a new bed in Cloudsdale on the way back. Cloud mattress.” He smiled sheepishly. “I got spoiled, but this one’s a little different from the rest. It pushes back.” “Oh, yeah. Those are hard to find, but they’re fantastic. Just as comfortable, but a little firmer; you don’t feel as though you’re gonna fall through them.” They chuckled as Verdigris nodded. “Then let’s get back. You’ve got to get settled in, and I think you and Driftwood will be busy. Then I think Grass will be by to tell you what happened.” Birchbark fell silent, thinking. “I might make you Lighthouse Keeper. You’re already there, and you did a fantastic job getting it working again. Nopony thought it would ever would.” “Why? All the parts were there, and there wasn’t that much rust.” Verdigris thought briefly. “All it needed was lamp fuel, and there was some left. Not a lot, but just enough to last until the shipment arrived.” “You’re too good at that, y’know?” “Yeah, I know. It’s no big deal. I understand machines. I guess not every pony can. I can’t explain it.” “Makes as much sense as anything.” They walked back to the Grange building, watching as the light came to life and began sweeping the sea. “I’ll never get tired of looking at that,” Birchbark said. “It’s reassuring.” (((()))) Verdigris’ Point of View The trip “home” was pleasant. A nice, steady walk, a good friend and small talk helped calm my nerves. I wasn’t worried about Grass, other than what her folks might have said and done. She’d proved she could take care of herself. I was more concerned with the related problems of Full Sail and the Rus, but having Birch along let me ignore all that for a while. I opened the door and looked around the ground floor office and operations area. Driftwood was waiting there, talking with Thunderstorm. They stopped and nodded as I waved and said, “I’ll be down in a few minutes.” I continued upstairs, opened my door and stopped. An apartment feels different when it’s unoccupied, as opposed to one that’s occupied, but empty. Somepony living there, but being out. If it’s your own place, you don’t notice, because it’s you. Mine had the feeling of somepony living there, but being out. I walked in, set my saddlebags down and studied my rooms. Everything was in its place, but there was a subtle change in position of some items, and the furniture was just a touch away from where I had it. I walked into my bedroom, and the feeling increased. Again, everything was in its place, but was slightly off. The bedclothes were about how I left them, but I couldn’t bounce a bit on the blanket, like I usually could. I noticed something on the pillow, but couldn’t see it up close. I took out and put on my glasses, and saw a slate-blue hair. “Grass?” There was no answer, and I couldn’t sense somepony hiding. Unicorns and Pegasai have the advantage that way. Earth ponies hate playing hide-and-seek with them. I stood there, wondering what had happened, then decided to wait for Grass. I unpacked my bags and put the books and my new regalia away, except for the shoes; I still needed to get used to them, so I put them on. I looked a little closer, and noticed touches of gold in the silver and sea-foam coloring. I guessed it was because I’d trained with the Guard, or maybe it was a hint from Surestrike. After putting everything else away, I walked to the Prench doors, opened them and walked out onto the roof deck. That was one reason why I’d bought the Grange; it was set up for Pegasai, and fit me almost perfectly. I still had to duck. I walked to the railing and looked out to sea. I just stood there, breathing in the salt air and feeling the moisture in the breeze. I’d missed that in Canterlot. The only way to make it better would be some sky time, but I had other things to take care of. I turned and made my way downstairs. Driftwood was waiting expectantly. “Took ya long enough,” he growled softly. “Hey, these don’t grow in overnight,” I said, spreading my wings and fluttering them a little. “Looks like the strike did more than we thought,” Thunderstorm said after looking at my coat, horn and hooves for a few minutes. “Is that permanent?” “As far as Blackhoof and the docs in Canterlot could tell, it is. I like it.” “Makes ya look a little dangerous,” Driftwood said. “More experienced, too.” “Yeah, I’ve got to agree,” Thunderstorm said. “I’ll let you two get to it. Shift change is coming up, and you know what that’s like.” I nodded, and Driftwood and I walked into the lounge. There were a few new faces, but they all stopped what they were doing to look at me. That’s gonna take some getting used to, I thought. I shook it off as Driftwood and I exited the building. It was easier to talk away from everypony else. “I heard you didn’t have anypony here to do the processing,” I began. “It’s not that hard, Drift.” I tended to shorten names, like most ponies did. He didn’t mind. “Good thing, lad. Sea Foam’s actually the one who figured it out. Did a good job, almost as good as you. Doesn’t mean we don’t want ya back, o’ course,” he replied. “Nice to be needed,” I said. “How are we set?” “Got about nine hundred pounds to hoof, ready to go. About twelve hundred to be processed. The Guild’s happy as clams with us. Said somethin’ about raising our share again.” He looked about as embarrassed with that as I felt. “Ain’t bad, but kinda seems like we’re stealin’ other towns’ shares, ya know? Everypony’s benefittin’, but can’t shake the feeling.” “I know. It’s almost like getting paid for nothing.” He nodded, and we both looked out to sea for a few minutes. “Ya know about Grass?” he asked, glancing at me sidelong. “I know she’s here, and I can guess why. Was it that bad?” “Her folks started on her soon as she stepped off the train,” he said, spitting on the ground. “I swear, never heard such a pile o’ crap as what they was accusin’ her o’ doin’ with you an’ Honey Bunch. Hauled her off to the doctor for a check-up into ‘mare’s health’ stuff.” Drift shook his head. “About accused you o’ takin’ her against her will.” He looked me straight in the eye. “Ya didn’, right?” he asked skeptically. “No. Celestia doesn’t allow underage ponies to get too frisky. The only reason we didn’t do anything about it was I was still healing up. The farthest it got was a few seriously heavy preening sessions.” I scowled at Oceanside as the sun sank below the horizon. “Try telling them, though.” “About right.” Drift and I stood there, just taking in the night air, then he said, “Well, got what I wanted. Ya ready ta get started again?” “You bet. I like having a few more bits than I know what to do with. I’m thinking about moving to Ponyville when I go to Canterlot University.” “What? Not Canterlot itself?” “Ponyville’s about twice, maybe three times Oceanside’s size, Drift. Canterlot’s a good-sized city, and it’s too big. Couldn’t get used to it. Almost like what they say about Manehattan. Doesn’t really go to sleep.” I shook my head. “I can’t live in a place that big.” He nodded. “Guess livin’ too close to the Princess don’t help, either.” “Nope.” I glanced up at the moon as the clouds blocked, then revealed it. “Okay. See you later.” I thought a bit, then said, “Tomorrow okay?” Drift nodded. “See you then.” I looked at the moon as he disappeared around a curve. “What are you really after, Luna?” What we said before, Verdigris. Equestria, and thou. Nought else will suffice, to repay Celestia. Then we shalt see, us and thou. “Not going to happen.” She didn’t reply. I sighed and let it go. There were still a few years left. I walked back to the Grange in time to find the stevedores unloading the last of my crates. “How’d it go?” “Slick as a whistle,” the boss Earth pony replied. “Want us to set it up, or just move it inside?” “Tell you what, if you can get it to the deck,” I nodded upward, “I can take it from there.” He looked. “No problem.” The Unicorn cast a lightening spell, and the Pegasai carried the crates up with almost no effort. When they were done, I hoofed over twenty bits apiece. “Good job. Thanks.” They nodded appreciatively and started the return trip to the train station. I flew up and looked the crates over, then searched for the packing list. When I found it, I started unpacking and setting my new bed up. I’d keep the other one for the guest bedroom. After about a half-hour, I was looking at a large, sturdy frame that could easily accommodate and support a half-dozen ponies. I don’t want to ask, but I’m sure curious. I dismissed that and opened the strangely small mattress box. “Ah, that’s it,” I said to myself. It was rolled and compressed, and opened up when set on the frame. “That’s slick. That’s really slick.” After breaking down, moving and reassembling the old bed in the guest room, I was about to make my new bed when I realized I didn’t have bed-clothes its size. Ah, face-hoof. You’re my one true friend. You’re always here, I thought as I did it, then checked the time. Greylock’s open another hour and a half. Better get moving, and I can see mom, dad, ‘Lance and Free on the way back. I grabbed my regular saddlebags, walked out and flew off, heading for town. A few seconds after I was airborne, I was singing Back in Black, one of Uncle Mike’s tunes. It seemed to fit. (((()))) Verdigris’ first stop was the bank. While he hadn’t spent anything in Canterlot, he was low on ready cash. The clerk was surprised to see him, but handled the withdrawal smoothly. Once he had the bits, Verdigris walked to the General Store. He scowled as he caught sight of more rough-looking Rus ponies, who glared at him. Damn you, Sail. If I have to clean house again, I’m not going to pay their way. You will, he thought as he entered the store. “Evening, Greylock.” The Unicorn started briefly, then smiled. “Well, they said you’d be back today, but everypony knows you keep your own schedule. What can I do for you?” “I need bedding for a Number Four Cloudsdale-make mattress. Four sets. You know the colors.” Greylock looked at him. “Well, you did well, or I missed something.” He turned to the shelves. “Let’s see … size four cloud mattress. Here we go.” He levitated a bin down and set it on the counter. “Might not have what you prefer; I don’t get many requests for those.” He removed a few sets. “Well, there’s grey and royal blue. No green, except sea foam. No black.” “What do you have?” Verdigris sighed to himself, resisting the urge to face-hoof. I should have gotten them in Cloudsdale when I had the chance. Dopey me. “Well, this one’s orange-red, but it’s called vermillion. Then I’ve got turquoise, malachite and azurite. Not much else.” Verdigris looked them over. “Heck, they look good, and go well together. I’ll take ‘em.” Greylock boggled at him briefly. “All of them?” “Yep. Might need some brighter colors, considering I’m not the only one staying there.” Verdigris caught the Unicorn’s reaction. “Who else knows she’s there?” “Dag-nabbit. I forgot you could do that.” Greylock sighed. “About half the town. The other half doesn’t really care, or aren’t involved. Sea Grape tried bringing her back, but Birchbark and Thunderstorm sent him packing. The Grange is your home, and it’s a Patrol station, so they didn’t have any reason to put up with him.” He shivered. “Fire Coral’s really angry with you, and from what Grass said, for no reason. You two … haven’t.” “No, we haven’t. Princess Celestia’s a hay of a chaperone.” Greylock chuckled as he wrapped and bagged the bedding. “Oh, sure, have fun at my expense.” “Well, it’s not going to be news. Full Sail’s up in hooves about Honey Bunch staying in Canterlot, and he’s blaming you.” “No, it’s not news. As far as I’m concerned, it’s like the sun coming up: You take it for granted,” Verdigris replied. “What’s got his tail in a twist is Sky’s staying with your family. Not sure why, either.” Verdigris blinked in surprise. “Huh. Okay, I’m going by there, so I’ll ask. Oh, yeah, if I don’t bring something back, I’ll hear all about it.” While Greylock started tallying his purchases, Verdigris picked up a few small toys and an assortment of candy, including a few pounds of candied ginger for himself. “Okay, I think this is it,” he said, smiling sardonically. “Oh, yes; you and your ginger. Okay...” Greylock trailed off as he added. “Total’s sixty-eight bits.” Verdigris paid, and slipped his purchases into his saddlebags. “Good to see you again, Verdigris. Take it easy. Good night.” “G’night, Greylock.” As he stepped outside, a familiar mare was waiting on the walkway. “Tatiyana. What a surprise.” What the buck is she doing here? “I thought we had an agreement. You leave and save your hide, and never come back.” “It is not that easy,” Horshkov answered. “I had my orders, and I dared not disobey. Viktor Bronyiev is not a pony you take lightly.” Verdigris looked at her curiously. Did she just give me her boss’ name? What the hay for? His expression must have spoken for him, as she continued, “He is not like anypony you have dealt with before, Verdigris. He is used to having his way, and has the power and resources to enforce his will. Think of your family. I have no doubt he has.” “Don’t ever threaten them, even in passing,” Verdigris hissed softly, his eyes glowing slightly. “The last time I thrashed your ‘comrades’ wasn’t a fluke, and I’ve gotten worse. If Bronyiev makes a move against me through them, he’ll be sleeping with the fishes before the week’s out.” “You would not be the first pony to say that,” Horshkov replied calmly. “He has always been able to change a pony’s mind, and he is not a mere giver of orders. He has a reputation, and it is well-earned.” “So why tell me? What do you get out of it?” “Let us walk,” she said. Once on the way, she continued, “I am no longer one of his, and after living here for the time I did, I came to love Oceanside and do not want it to degenerate into a Little Manehattan.” “What about Breakwater and the Constabulary?” “He is ineffective. They are weaklings,” Horshkov told him. “You and the Patrol, however, are neither.” “Your confidence may be misplaced, Tatya.” “Perhaps. I know there are no others who can do anything. Full Sail honestly believes he is in control of the situation, but he is a foal.” “Then we agree on something.” They walked along the lane, noticing the ponies he’d seen before were blocking their path. Verdigris sighed. “Not again. Do the Rus have some kind of mental defect to believe they’re superior, despite the facts? No offense, Tatya.” “None taken. I believe they have come for me. I did not tell Bronyiev I was no longer part of his organization,” she replied as a scarred Earth pony stepped forward. “I will leave you to it, and I am sorry.” She stopped and let him continue. “Don’t be. It’s time to kick some flank.” He stopped in the Rus’ path. “She stays. This isn’t Stalliongrad. Celestia doesn’t like you, and doesn’t want you here. Leave, while you can still do it on your own hooves,” he said, his tone sharp. The pony looked him up-and-down, sneering. “And how would you know that?” “I sent your other comrades back with their tails tucked. You know who I am, and I’m not going to put up with you or your games. Get out of Oceanside.” “This is none of your concern.” “This is my town. It’s my business, and I’m not going to let you turn it into another crap pile, Cossack.” The Rus flinched, then started forward. Verdigris drew a line in the dirt and stepped back. “No further, or it’s time to remind you and your boss who you’re dealing with.” The pony sneered and kept going. When his hoof crossed the line and planted, he was suddenly wrapped in a greenish-grey aura, and flung back, head over hooves, to land hard. “Didn’t you learn from the last time?” Verdigris asked neutrally. “Get him!” Verdigris’ eyes glowed white, and he changed. They stopped in their tracks, startled, as though they hadn’t believed what they’d been told. “I don’t think so,” he said. He looked up at the clouds, which seemed to whisper, Use us. You know how. “Build.” The clouds grew, thickened and coalesced as they watched. Tatiyana stepped back, unsure of what was happening, other than he was calling on his rumored power. “Storm.” Lightning flashed, followed by thunder, and heavy rain fell, driven by a sudden wind. He looked at the Rus. “Your move,” he said calmly. The rain didn’t seem to touch him as his mane and tail floated gently. They backed away, fear etched on their faces, then broke and ran. Verdigris walked to the pony he’d thrown, leaned down and said, “Go back to Stalliongrad and tell Bronyiev he’s playing with fire. This won’t end well for anypony, if he keeps it up. Understand?” The Rus nodded shakily. “Good. Go. Now.” The pony got to his hooves and fled. Verdigris stood there for a few minutes, feeling the storm he’d made as it seemed to talk to him, then concentrated, willing it away. It seemed to resist, dissipating almost reluctantly. When it was gone, he shrank and staggered, trying to stay on his hooves. He looked at Horshkov as she came to his side and steadied him, her eyes filled with wonder. “Thank you,” he said. “Y-you – What are you?” she asked shakily as he panted. “That – that was impossible.” He smiled sourly. “Not for Celestia’s son, it isn’t.” He straightened with some effort. “Ugh, I’m tired, and I have some ponies to visit.” Tatiyana boggled. Her son? How is that possible? She has had no lover that anypony has ever heard of, rumored or otherwise, she thought. She looked away, abashed. And I had the impertinence to help him, to touch him like an ordinary pony. “Stop it. I’ll take that from some ponies, but not everypony,” he groused. “You’d be surprised to know Celestia’s the same way. She doesn’t want to be treated any differently, but try telling anypony.” Tatya started. “Oh, stop. We can’t read minds; we only pick up surface thoughts. I’m just another pony. I may have power, but I won’t be treated like a Prince. Got it?” She nodded uncertainly, and Verdigris sighed. “Look, I really don’t want that, okay?” “B-but you have to know nopony will treat you the way you want. You are an Alicorn. We cannot just ignore you.” “I don’t have to like it.” She noted he didn’t move away from her support immediately. Not until his breath evened out did he stop leaning against her to stand without help. “It’s not as though the Romanhooves are back, for Celestia’s sake.” Tatiyana smiled. “No, they are not, and you need not worry about being treated the way they were. All I am saying is you will not be treated as an ordinary pony. You are, as I have seen and heard, too different.” He nodded. “All right.” He looked down the lane. “Are you going to be all right? If Bronyiev doesn’t take no for an answer, you’re going to be on a boat for Stalliongrad before you know it.” Tatiyana smiled nastily. “I may have hinted that I was under your protection, and perhaps more,” she said with a mocking smile and lilt to her voice. “I did not think you would mind. You have a tendency to do that.” Verdigris laughed softly. “Clever girl. No, I don’t mind, but you may want to change addresses until we’re sure it’s safe. Unfortunately, the only place I can think of is the Grange.” He paused to think. “Hmm, are you willing to tell us what you know about his organization? We can keep you under protective custody, if only in name.” She narrowed her eyes and smiled. “They will say things,” she warned halfheartedly. “They already do.” “Then I will go now. My belongings are packed and in a safe location.” At his surprised expression, she continued, “Your arrival was known, and I have never wasted an opportunity.” “Don’t get cocky,” he replied. “You and I are no more possible than anypony else.” “You have no worries. I am twice your age, and prefer stallions, not over-grown colts.” She smiled slightly. “Perhaps in a few years.” Verdigris rolled his eyes. “Ouch. I deserved that. All right, get going. I’ll send word ahead.” Tatya smiled, nuzzled him gently and trotted away. “One more complication.” Welcome to my world, lad, Michael’s voice said in his head. I agree with you, but be careful. Some mares don’t take no for an answer, or expect what isn’t possible. Horshkov isn’t one, but be careful of those who are. “Where are you, Uncle Mike?” Verdigris murmured as he resumed the walk to his parents’ house. Not near, Verdigris. I’ve only paused along the way to somewhere else. I’ll visit, but I can’t say when. I don’t usually know until I have the time, and I take it, came the reply. Now then; go visit before your dad decides to go looking for you. Verdigris nodded to himself. After a few yards, he “spoke”, 'Storm. Horshkov is back, and she’s going to stay at the Grange in exchange for information. Tell Birch. Put her up in the south wing. All right, came the reply. He felt a thread of amusement when Thunderstorm added, Not even back a day, and you’re already stirring the pot. Good. See you when you get back. Verdigris trotted on, wondering what other surprises the universe had waiting for him. (((()))) “Since when do you have to knock at your own home?” Gemstone said after opening the door and seeing her son standing there. She seemed more disappointed than annoyed. “C’mon, mom. You know why,” he replied as they hugged. “I thought we settled that.” “I’m not going to stop being your mother, Verdigris,” she replied as she ushered him in. “We have some news.” She seemed nervous, as though she didn’t want to tell him. “I heard about Sky. What’s up?” he asked. As they reached the living room, he was assaulted by a filly and two colts. “Verdi!” Firelance and Freewind shouted. “Cousin!” Sky Watcher added. “W-wait, what?” Verdigris asked as he returned the hugs. “Say that again?” “Yeah, we found out while you were gone,” Freewind said. “Spread your wings, Sky.” The colt did, and Verdigris saw it immediately. Every clan of noted Pegasai had distinctive characteristics; that was how Cloud Kicker recognized him as a Hawk. “Oh, yeah. I see it.” Verdigris thought for a moment. “Oh, right. Aunt Eaglefeather.” “Yep,” his father said as he entered the living room. “We don’t talk about her because she’s an Oceanside mare,” he finished flatly. “Stop it, Hawk,” Gemstone said. “It’s not her fault your mom let Swansdown raise her that way.” Verdigris looked at his father with narrowed eyes. “You’re gonna have to tell me about that one of these days, dad.” “Well, not tonight. Good to see you, son,” Hawkfeather replied as they tapped forelegs. When he saw the shoes, he paused, then said, “Oh, yeah. They take some getting used to. So, Honey’s staying. That went over well.” “I’ll bet. I heard a little about what Grass went through. Where is she? I didn’t see her at the Grange.” “She’s here. She’s been telling us about what you went through in Canterlot.” Hawk looked at his wings. “Let’s see ‘em.” Verdigris spread his wings, and Hawk walked around, looking closely. “Hmm. Wonder why this didn’t happen after your first molt.” He glanced at Verdigris’ flank. “And what happened to your cutie mark?” Verdigris folded his wings and looked, and noticed it was crossed in the same way on each side by a white trace, which was brighter inside the gem outline. “Huh. I never noticed that before. Maybe it’s from the strike, like my horn, hooves and wings.” ‘Lance looked at them critically. “It looks cool,” he said. “Y’know, if your name wasn’t set, you might'a been called Stormhawk.” Verdigris felt a chill, and wasn’t sure why. He covered it by levitating his saddlebags. “Okay, here we are. Can’t go to Canterlot and not bring anything back,” he said as he passed out toys and treats. “Oh, you didn’t need to do that,” Gemstone said as the foals swarmed him, their hooves out. “Horse apples,” he replied. “It’s what older brothers and sisters do, mom.” He smiled as the youngsters cheered, thanked him and ran off, the colts upstairs, and Free into her room. “Yeah, that makes sense.” “So, what couldn’t you tell us? What couldn’t you send in a letter?” Hawk asked as they retired to the living room after Verdigris hung up his saddlebags. “I could ask the same thing, dad.” Hawkfeather nodded. “Yeah, that’s true. We didn’t want to tell anypony until we were sure Sky wanted to stay with us. Eaglefeather didn’t raise any fuss, and I wondered why. When I had a chance to ask, she said seeing him and Honey acting like brother and sister instead of siblings convinced her it was a good thing to get him away from Sail. That was all I needed to hear.” “Ouch,” Verdigris said. “I can’t understand how he’d think what they had was good, but then I don’t get why he keeps bringing in the Rus.” “He’s – What! He was told not to do that, by Celestia herself,” Gemstone said after recovering from her shock. “I know. I was there, too,” Verdigris replied. “I just chased another bunch out of downtown. I hope.” “Wait, that odd storm was your doing? When did you learn to do that?” Hawkfeather asked. “Right then and there. I could hear the clouds talking to me. They said, ‘Use us. You know how.’ I don’t know what that means,” Verdigris answered soberly. “I just followed my instincts.” He paused. “Funny thing, the storm didn’t want to go away. It kinda fought me.” Gemstone looked at him with concern. “Do you know what caused it?” “All I can come up with is Celestia’s blood had something to do with it, just like everything else.” “Okay, I guess that explains it,” Hawk replied. “So, what couldn’t you say?” Verdigris spent the next hour telling what he’d learned, who he’d met and what he’d been through, and didn’t leave anything out – other than his suspicions about the Element Bearers – not even the preening sessions. He figured Grass would have mentioned them. When he wound down, his father said, “Wow, that’s a lot to take in, son. I’m surprised you’re okay.” “I don’t know that I am, dad. Something about that voice I heard bothers me. So does what ‘Lance said about that name. I felt a chill when he said it, and I can’t say why.” “I guess it’s our turn,” Gemstone said. “Grass is living at the Grange, but she’s out and around a lot. I guess it’s to keep Grape and Coral from harassing the Patrol. She’s here some of the time; she likes Free and ‘Lance, and she’s warming to Sky. Sail barely tried to get him back after he decided he wanted to stay.” “Masthead finally gave up and sold out to Sail, so we’re down to two shipping companies. Freeboard’s been bringing in ponies from outlying areas and other towns, and training the hay out of them,” Hawk added. “I’m not sure, but it’s looking like there might be a dockside war coming.” “Not here, there won’t,” Verdigris interjected. “I’ll thrash them all if that happens. This isn’t going to become a Little Manehattan.” “Birchbark said about the same thing, other than thrashing them,” Gemstone commented. “He’s already sent four messages to Canterlot.” “Snapdragon’s trying to get Oceanside’s status improved, but we don’t have the population for it,” Hawkfeather continued. “Everypony thinks he’s pushing to get a better Constabulary force going, and they’re all for it, but we’re not sure it’s going to happen. He tried to drag the Patrol in, but Breakwater reminded him of the Posse Comitatus Act, about the way Celestia reminded him.” “What has Sail said about Honey?” Gemstone sighed. “Nothing, to us, at least. I think he’s going to be looking for you tomorrow.” She shook her head. “He all but accused you of foal-napping her, that the summons from Celestia was a fabrication.” “You know better, mom, and she and Grass told me the score not long after I woke up.” “Yes, I do, but that doesn’t matter here. They know the ‘truth’, and anything else is a lie.” Verdigris bit back the comment he was about to make, took a breath and said, “The hay they do. I didn’t waste my time in Canterlot, like some might be thinking. I’m not just Patrol, I’ve got a spot in the Guard if I want it. I was half-way expecting Surestrike to conscript me right there, but that’s not how it works, thank Celestia. “I kept up on my studies, too, and I met the Princess’ new student, Twilight Sparkle. You’d like her, mom. She reminds me of you.” “Okay, what about the strike? Are you all right, or is there more we don’t know about?” Gemstone asked. “So far, it’s just my close vision that’s gone, and I only need glasses to read or do close work. I haven’t noticed anything else, although I seem to have an affinity for clouds and storms, now that I think about it. I can feel things better than I remember, but I don’t know if it was the storm, or just growing up.” “Hmm, actually, I can see you getting better because of me, Celestia and the storm,” Hawk replied. “Nopony knows. Sometimes it just happens.” “Guess so.” Verdigris looked around the living room. “Is Grass here now? I need to talk to her. Living arrangements.” “You’re not going to toss her out,” Gemstone protested. “You know how she feels about you, and we can see you love her; it’s how your eyes light when you see or think of her. The same with Honey Bunch.” “You know better, mom. The problem is, we’re still under-age, and you know how Celestia is about that. I’ll be ten in two months, and she’ll be eleven, and the earliest – maybe – is still two years away, and that’s pushing it. Living under the same roof is going to be hard enough, never mind in the same apartment.” He grunted a low laugh. “It’s like Uncle Mike said, ‘I can resist anything but temptation.’ I don’t know if we can keep a lid on it.” “Maybe if you talked to me about it, we could figure it out,” Grass said as she exited Freewind’s room. He noticed she wore two pendants that matched his and Honey’s coat colors. She noticed his gaze and said, “We might as well let everypony know, Verdigris. They might take a hint.” “And they might push harder,” he replied. “That all depends on how Sail and Grape reacted.” “Mom’s the one who had a screaming fit,” she replied as she walked up and wrapped her wings around him. “I think you’re going to get screamed at a lot tomorrow, and I’m sorry.” “It’s not just your mom, it’s Sail. Not just about Honey, but Sky, too.” Verdigris sighed and returned the wing-hug. “Plus, I sent more of his Rus scurrying. If they leave, he’ll have something else to complain about.” “Don’t let it get you down. They don’t belong here, and they’re bad news. Ever since they arrived, crime’s gone up. Nothing serious, but it’s only a matter of time,” Hawkfeather told him. “The problem is, we can’t get involved unless it’s involved with shipping, and they’re not dummies.” Verdigris’ eyes went far away as Grass released him. “Sooner or later it’s going to come to a show-down,” he said reluctantly. “If what Tatiyana told me is right, it’ll be me and Bronyiev in a face-off.” “You can’t be serious,” Grass said. “You’ve got to be crazy,” Hawkfeather said. “He’s a bad-news pony, son. The bunch we sent home a few years ago were all scared of him. From what they said, he likes to break backs.” Verdigris shook his head. “It won’t stop until then, dad. He knows who I am, and I’m in his way.” “You can’t be that important,” Gemstone said flatly. “You’re just another Oceanside pony.” “Mom, I’ve been through this already, and I keep getting told I’m not just another pony. I’m gonna have to accept that telling myself I am isn’t going to change the facts. Maybe what ponies here tell me, but not Celestia or Twilight. Heck, even Horshkov told me I’m not just another Oceanside pony, and she doesn’t gain anything from it.” He looked out the window as the sky darkened. “Then there’s that storm I whipped up, and all the other stuff I’ve done. I have to face up to the fact that I’m not just another pony.” He looked down. “I don’t want to, but I have to. I understand how Celestia feels, now,” he finished morosely. “That … that was sudden,” Gemstone replied. “What made you change your mind?” “Hearing you say I’m just another Oceanside pony. It sounded stupid, even to me. I wanted it to be true, but I stopped being just another Oceanside pony after the infusion. I can’t pretend anymore. I’m just as much Celestia’s son as I am yours, and I can’t change that.” “What?” Sea Grass nodded and said, “I didn’t find out until later, but there’s a medical report, Gemstone. Her blood still runs in him, as hard as that is to believe. She said that you gave him life, while she kept him alive; that you brought him into the world, and she kept him from leaving it. That neither of you could let him go, you both love him and that wouldn’t change. She didn’t bear him, but wanted him to succeed and thrive as much as if she had.” She paused to wipe away tears. “There was more, but I think you probably know. She wants the best for Verdigris, and considers him her son. I’ve seen it, and you know that can’t be faked, Gemstone.” Gemstone looked at Verdigris, who nodded. “That’s what she said, mom.” He moved up and nuzzled her. “I should have died both times, but I didn’t. I shouldn’t have gotten better as soon as I did, either. I can’t hide from it anymore. I’m that important, so I’ve got to stand up to Bronyiev. He wants to turn Oceanside into a copy of Stalliongrad, and I can’t let that happen. If it was just me, I’d leave, but it’s not. It’s you, dad, Free, ‘Lance and Sky, plus the few friends I have caught in the mess. I can’t just walk away. Oceanside’s still worth fighting for, so it’s time to fight. End of story.” Gemstone looked at him for a few long minutes, then nodded in surrender. My colt’s growing up, but I don’t want him to. Not this soon. Not this way, she thought sadly. “I wish ...” She sighed. “‘If wishes were trees, trees would be falling.’ Just be careful. I almost lost you twice. I don’t want to for real.” Verdigris nodded. “I know. That’s something else I’ve gotta face up to, that there are ponies who’ll miss me. You spend enough time ducking, you never get to see what’s out there. Time to stop doing that.” “What’re you going to do?” Hawkfeather asked. “Get some sleep and deal with everything one day at a time. It’s not going to go away.” He hugged his mother and shook hooves with his father. “I’ll see you later.” He retrieved his bags, nodded to Sea Grass and left. “That hurt, but it had to be said,” Hawk said to nopony in particular. “Aren’t you going to follow him?” he asked, turning to Grass. “I’ll give him a few minutes. I don’t want to dump it on him right away.” “Well, don’t take too long,” Gemstone said. “He sounded like he’s going to push everypony away, instead of pulling back. Celestia said not to let him withdraw, so don’t let him push us away.” “I don’t know if I can,” Grass replied. “You won’t if you don’t try,” Hawkfeather countered. Grass nodded. “All right. Celestia’s right, and I’m not giving up. He means too much to me.” (((()))) Verdigris opened his door and walked inside, his eyes not quite in the here-and-now. He had a lot to think about, things he’d been evading and avoiding for the past few years, and it was time to deal with them. Why? Why couldn’t I have a normal life? Verdigris? What’s wrong? Celestia’s voice asked in his head as he took a piece of ginger and stuck it in his mouth. The sweet and astringent taste calmed him down. Oh, not much. It looks like I was fooling myself into thinking I was just another pony, mom. All my life, it looks like. There was a long pause. Please, let me have a look. Uh, how do I do that? Just relax, and don’t resist. Let your mind go over it all; I’ll get the basics, maybe even the whole story. You know how it works: Surface thoughts, maybe what’s attached to them. Verdigris closed his eyes and relaxed. He felt an odd “shuffling” in his head as he reviewed everything that happened in his old home, the confrontation with the Rus, his conversations with Drift and Birch, the meetings with the Cloudsdale and Ponyville mares, the conversations about him and his status, and most of all, the realization that he wasn’t an ordinary pony, and would never be. The feeling went away, and he felt a touch of sadness. Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know. Why didn’t you tell me about this? What could you have done? Would it have done any good? Was I ready to listen? You know I wasn’t, Celestia. As Uncle Mike said more than once, “There’s none so blind as those who will not see.” I didn’t want to; I kept thinking I could be just another ordinary pony, in spite of the evidence right in front of my face when I looked in a mirror. He sighed while emptying his saddle bags, then unpacking the bed-linens. Well, I have to face the facts. I’m not an ordinary pony, I haven’t been since you saved me, and I never will be. I’ll have to step up, and face the consequences. I’m sorry, Verdigris. I wish there had been another way, but we both know there wasn’t. I didn’t say anything to your parents or Blackhoof, but I knew you wouldn’t have made it through the night if I didn’t intervene. I’ll always regret part of that decision, but I wouldn’t change anything. I couldn’t let you die again, Sunblur. It would have crushed Gemstone, and destroyed your parents’ marriage, maybe even their lives. I couldn’t let that happen, either. He nodded while spreading the sheets out, then putting them in the laundry basket. I know. I could see it in their eyes, and I wondered what it meant. Now I have a good idea, and I’ve got to admit I’m worried about Trot-Hoof. What if it hit Grass or Honey? Even if it’ll never happen, I can’t forget what almost happened, Celestia. It won’t, but I understand. Nopony can imagine. There seemed to be a reluctance to her next question. What about the cloudburst? I didn’t think you’d be able to do that, but even I don’t know what you’re capable of. The clouds just seemed to talk to me, and I’m guessing your blood and the storm had a lot to do with it. I can’t guess beyond that. He felt her nod. Are you going to be able to handle taking charge of Oceanside? It seems to be going that way. I know you don’t want to be in my shoes, but sometimes you have to do something. I know. It looks like nopony else can. I don’t want to, but I don’t think the Rus will back off until and unless somepony stops them, and it looks like it’s me. Damn it, I don’t want to be a Mary Sue, but it looks like I don’t have a choice. Verdigris levitated the basket and made his way downstairs to the first floor, then the basement, where the laundry room was. The commercial-grade machines had been expensive, but worth it. Like Uncle Mike said, “Life doesn’t care about your plans.” I guess I’ll have to just get on with it, and go from there. He could feel her amusement. I can’t get over you doing laundry while we’re discussing such weighty matters. Verdigris smiled. Like you don’t think about policy in the bath tub, he replied. Yeah, deep thoughts and fabric softener go together. He felt Celestia’s chuckle. I know you might not agree, but I think everything you’ve been through so far has prepared you for this next step. Just be careful. You wanted to fit in at Oceanside; you don’t want to make them afraid of you. There’s a fine line between enough and too much, and its not always visible, Verdigris. Does this help? Yeah, it does. I’ll just take it a day at a time, like everything else. Let me get this done; I think Grass and I have a talk coming. Sleeping arrangements, among other things. There was a long pause. I can’t help you with that, but you know my feelings, plus the law. Don’t make any promises you can’t keep, but don’t push her away. I don’t want you to isolate yourself anymore. You owe yourself a little happiness, but don’t get carried away. All right? I’ll try. That’s about all I can say until we talk. See you when I see you, probably when I decide to attend college, and the Academy. There’s more I need to learn. Good night, mother. He felt her smile. Good night, son. Pleasant dreams. Verdigris felt her Presence fade away, and concentrated on his laundry. Once the washing machine started, he climbed the stairs and checked with the duty Patrol pony. “What’s up, Solstice?” The Unicorn smiled. “Not much. No storm reports, and the docks are quiet. No ships passing before midnight. Looks like we’re good.” He looked at his former trainee. “You look pretty good for a pony who took a bolt to the head. I wouldn’t have believed it if we hadn’t gotten the message from the Princess herself.” “Yeah, I know. I think I’m the only pony to survive, and I’m not too happy about it. Not surviving, but the hoopla going around. I just want to move on, but that’s not going to happen right away, is it?” Solstice shook his head. “No, it won’t. Maybe never. What gets me is who’s making the biggest deal out of it. I thought Full Sail couldn’t stand you; now he’s acting like you’re the best thing that happened to Oceanside. Even after all the head-butting between you two.” Verdigris laughed without humor. “It’s gonna change. I expect him to show up tomorrow, demanding to know why I rousted his colts tonight.” Solstice looked at him in surprise. “That storm was you? Shoot, colt, what the hay’s going on?” “You felt that all the way out here?” “Every Pegasus in the area did. Can’t ignore a storm that pops up out of nowhere, then disappears about twenty minutes later.” Solstice looked at him appraisingly. “I’d guess it’s her blood and maybe what the strike did to you. ‘Course, you’re an Alicorn, so the rules – if any – might not apply. Face it, lad, the Princess raises the sun. Why should you be all that different?” Verdigris thought about that. “Huh. Most of the time I did stuff because I had to, and I should have wondered about it. Maybe that’s why; I just never thought about it. It didn’t seem that far out. It just had to be done.” Solstice tilted his head to one side. “Guess some part of you just takes it in stride, like it’s normal. It doesn’t hit you until somepony else mentions it. That’s changing, I’ll bet,” he finished with a shrewd glance. Verdigris sighed. “Yeah, I’ve got a lot of things to think about, but I don’t know if I’ll have the time. Lots of things are going to come at me. Sail and Coral, among others.” “Yeah, there’s that. I don’t envy you, lad. Well, for the mares, but not the baggage,” the Unicorn replied with a wry grin. “Gee, and here I thought you were trying to help me feel better,” Verdigris replied in kind. “It worked, didn’t it?” They both laughed, and Verdigris nodded. “Okay, then I guess I served my purpose, so I can die happy.” “All right, stop it.” They looked to see Sea Grass standing in the door, her expression exasperated. “Come on, you two are Patrol. If anypony saw this, they’d wonder if they weren’t being foaled.” “Hey, let us reaffirm our bonds our way, okay?” Solstice replied soberly. “Mares and stallions are different. Anypony who says different is an idiot. Period.” Grass nodded and her face reddened slightly. “Okay, maybe you’re right, but it doesn’t sound like it.” She looked at Verdigris. “We need to talk.” “That’s no surprise. I’ve been told by too many ponies they can’t tell me anything about you, and it’s getting old. Let’s get something to eat, first. I haven’t had the chance. All I’ve had so far is one piece of ginger, and that’s not enough.” “Fine, but lose the shoes. You’re not on duty. They may look good on you, but I can’t help feeling you’re expecting to be in a fight.” “I was. Just a minute.” Verdigris went upstairs. “Kinda rough on him, weren’t you?” Solstice asked. “It’s been a bad couple months, Solstice. Watching and helping him recover was about the hardest thing I’ve ever done, especially when Blackhoof had to work on his wings. It was – it was bad,” she admitted, her face going a little green at the memory. “I don’t ever want to see him like that again. Not just hurt, but almost helpless, at the beginning.” The Unicorn nodded for her to continue, and she added, “His eyes were bandaged, and we weren’t sure if he’d see properly again. Then there were his wings. Celestia, but they were a mess. It really hurt seeing him that way, considering how he was before the strike.” “You’ve got him back, Grass. What you do from there is up to you. Within limits, of course.” “You’re not helping,” she replied. “It’s not my job. I’ve got a couple daughters, and I know how they can be. Once they set their sights on a stallion, they don’t let go. Can’t stop them if and when they decide, either.” His eyes locked with hers, and she looked away. “So don’t do anything you might regret. The law’s the way it is for a reason. Some ponies just aren’t ready when others are. Either way, you’re not old enough to judge. It’s a big step in any relationship, and can make or break it. It’s not worth risking on a whim.” Hoof-steps preceded Verdigris downstairs. “So be sure.” She thought until Verdigris appeared, then nodded and followed her colt-friend out. “Don’t buck it up, Grass,” the Unicorn said to her receding back. “You don’t get more than one chance.” (((()))) Oceanside wasn’t known for its nightlife. Towns like it had little in the way of entertainment that wasn’t made by the ponies themselves, or the occasional amateur theatre production. Culture wasn’t a high priority, considering how hard making a living from the sea was. There were a few taverns, but they were mostly meant for the dock workers. There were no restaurants; there was only the Public House, which was visited when somepony didn’t feel like slaving over a stove any particular evening, or threw a celebration. Verdigris and Sea Grass entered the pub to find it nearly empty. A few ponies sat in the lounge, talking quietly. The dining room was empty. They approached the hosts’ stand, and a dapper (for Oceanside) Unicorn appeared a few moments later. “Verdigris. Sea Grass. What can we do for you this evening?” “We’d like dinner, Waverly,” Grass replied. “We can wait in the lounge until you’re ready.” The Unicorn nodded amiably. Though they’d never come in before, he knew them from around town, and the usual gossip. “I’d recommend the rear deck, personally. It’s more private, and you can enjoy the night air,” he said, his eyes twitching toward the lounge, where the half-dozen ponies had stopped talking and were now staring at the couple. “Less chance of loose talk about your presence,” he finished softly. Verdigris raised an eyebrow questioningly – Are you sure? – and Waverly nodded. “That sounds fine. Thank you.” They followed him past the kitchen entrance, and out the rear door to the large covered area, where he sat them at a table far from the House. “What’s going on? Who are they?” “The Council. They sometimes hold impromptu meetings here, and this is their usual night. I didn’t think you wanted to be under their scrutiny.” “No, we don’t. Thank you.” “What would you like to drink?” “If you have any Sweet Apple Acres cider, that would be wonderful,” Verdigris said. “Yes, it sounds fantastic,” Grass added. “Make it a pitcher, please.” Waverly nodded and returned to the House. “I thought I recognized Snapdragon,” Verdigris said. “Do you think they’ll bother us?” “I can’t say no. I’ll bet he’s going to ask why Honey Bunch ran away from her intended.” Verdigris made a rude noise as he looked at the menu. “Like I said, Goldenrod’s a waste of space.” “No argument here.” Grass looked out across the Common, which seemed to shimmer in the moonlight. “I’m glad you’re back. It’s been a rough month. Mom and dad thinking I’m a whorse, Sail trying to chivvy information about you, Breakwater’s noises about a ceremony and could I talk you into it, Free, ‘Lance and Sky asking when you’ll be back – I swear, as Celestia’s my witness, I’m ready to buck a few ponies’ flanks up between their ears.” Temper, temper, Grass, Celestia’s voice said in their minds. I know it’s frustrating, but you can cope. You only have to think about the looks on their faces with their flanks between their ears; that should cheer you right up. The pair chuckled. Good. You’re out having a good time. Do that. There’s enough time for the rest. Her Presence faded, and they were alone. Grass sighed. “She’s right, but you still need to know.” She looked across the Common again, then at Verdigris. “I couldn’t stay at home any more. I couldn’t take the constant betrayed looks, disappointed sighs and the muttering. And we didn’t do anything. Heck, mom dragged me to the hospital the day after I got home and had me examined, and called Blackhoof a liar when he said I was still, um, unbreached.” She blushed with discomfort. Verdigris sat back and put a hoof to his forehead. “I’m sorry, Grass. I really am. Maybe you should have stayed with Honey.” “You know I couldn’t. I want to keep that perfect grade-point average so I can go to Canterlot University with a full scholarship. I want something that I earned on my own, instead of having it given to me. I don’t want my sisters to hear how my tuition killed their chances for college, either.” When he looked shocked, she nodded. “That’s right. They play us against each other, and that’s just one thing they said.” “That’s bucking stupid,” Verdigris hissed angrily. “What are they thinking? Once you, Wasp and Fan figured it out, they’d have all three of you hating them. That’s why Sea Foam joined the Guild early, right? What do they get out of it?” Grass shook her head. “I don’t know. All I can think of is they want to keep us here. It makes no sense. They talked about college from the start.” “I’m sure I’ll see your dad tomorrow. I’ll ask him.” Verdigris looked around, then scowled when a blue-coated, grey-maned Pegasus approached. “This is a private party, Snapdragon.” His voice dripped ice-water. “That’s enough from you, colt,” the Pegasus replied curtly. “I don’t know how you did it, but I want you to get Honey Bunch back here. Sail and I had an agreement.” “Yeah, you run his business once Honey inherits it,” Verdigris sneered. The stallion flinched before scowling again. "Oh, come on. It's not that hard to figure out. You can go take a long walk off a short pier. Don’t forget the ballast tied to your legs.” The Alicorn folded his forelegs and slouched in his chair. “Honey and I discussed that a few years ago, and she said it wouldn’t happen. The Princess asked her to stay.” “You’re her god-son, so it’s not hard to think you pulled a few strings,” Snapdragon replied sharply. “Not for you, no, and you’re mad that I actually have some influence with her. I’m just a colt, and my parents are nothing special, so how do I rate being an Alicorn and having her ear, right?” Verdigris’ eyes dared him to refute the accusation. “You know why; the word spread after she confirmed what happened nine years ago.” They stayed that way, glaring at each other as Waverly brought out the cider and left without a word. “So what are you going to do? What can you do?” “You might find your business license renewal difficult.” “Nice try, but that was taken care of through the Perfumers Guild, and I’m pretty sure you can’t balk them. Remember, Drift and his crew – including me – bring a lot of bits into Oceanside. You anger the Guild, they and their money will go elsewhere. That includes interfering with their members.” “Honey Bunch doesn’t want anything to do with Goldenrod,” Grass said as Verdigris poured the cider. “She has plans of her own, and they don’t include whatever deal you and Sail made. Everypony in Oceanside knows he’s a waste of space, Snapdragon. That’s what you get for breeding too closely.” He jerked, and she added, “Oh, come on. You can’t keep secrets in this town. Nopony can.” “Breeding,” Verdigris said scathingly. “Congratulations, ‘Dragon. Between Goldenrod and Blueblood, it’s a dirty word. The only difference is, the Prince is only clueless. Goldenrod might as well be a painting on a wall.” Snapdragon stepped forward, and Verdigris was suddenly out of his chair, his head lowered. “Are you sure you want to do that? How will the Council Chair-pony getting into a brawl with the Princess’ god-son look? I’d hate to be in Breakwater’s shoes. He’ll have trouble whatever he does.” Snapdragon stepped back, his mouth hanging open in surprise. How did the colt maneuver me into this situation? How do I get out of this gracefully? He looked around, searching for witnesses. “You can just turn around and walk away, ‘Dragon. Nopony saw us, and I won’t say anything. I don’t gain from it.” “No, he won’t,” a familiar voice said. Snapdragon closed his eyes with resignation as Celestia stepped out of the darkness, her eyes neutral. “Verdigris, I’d believe you set this up if I didn’t know better. You know how Oceanside works.” “No, I actually don’t, god-Dam. I don’t like politics; it gets in the way of doing business, and getting things done right. As for setting this up, the only ponies who know about these little Council meetings are the members, from what I gathered.” She looked at him for a long moment, then nodded. “Sit down. I’ll deal with this.” As he complied, she turned to Snapdragon, who had paled. “I see and hear anything that concerns me, Councilmane, and Verdigris is right. Yes, I asked Honey Bunch to stay, and yes, he asked me to find her a place in Canterlot. I know that seems under-hoofed, but you shouldn’t be too surprised. It’s politics. While he despises it, Verdigris is quite good at it, to his chagrin, and my occasional amusement,” she said with a ghost of a smile. “He did it for her, not himself, and it’s no secret they love each other.” She glanced at the table. “You should get the other pendant, god-son.” Snapdragon’s eyes widened. “How can you condone their relationship, your Highness?” “I can because they love each other, Snapdragon. There’s nothing wrong, ‘sick’ or ‘twisted’ about it. Mares out-number stallions ten-to-one, remember? Monogamy is a recent development, not a law of nature, and any stallion who can support more than one mare is doing very well. Honey and Grass won’t let him, but they appreciate that Verdigris could.” Snapdragon looked askance at Verdigris. “He doesn’t fit into Oceanside’s system. How could he? He doesn’t even try.” “And how does that matter? You rejected him, not the other way around. Now that he has something you want, you’re offended when he passes on your ‘generous offers’, aren’t you?” She looked at the Pegasus for a few moments. “As he’s said, you didn’t want him then, and now you do, while nothing else has changed. Of course he says ‘No thanks’. He sees the almost blatant hypocrisy in the offers. So do Honey and Grass. There’s nothing you can do to remove the sting of what you did nine years ago, and in other episodes since then. The way you and Sail are treating Honey is insufferable, as is the ‘Mares don’t matter’ idiocy it’s based upon. I made my thoughts on that matter clear enough, or so I thought.” Snapdragon couldn’t think of anything to say, and wisely remained silent as Celestia’s eyes hardened. “Now, my god-son and his mare-friend are here for dinner, and I’d like you to respect their privacy. I don’t believe they invaded yours, and that puts you in the wrong.” As Snapdragon turned to leave, she added, “And be sure to tell Breakwater about this conversation when you see him. I’m beginning to think he’s involved in the shenanigans here, and my Officers aren’t supposed to be. I have his replacement in mind, and you won’t like him. Surestrike’s not somepony who’ll play the game your way, if at all.” Verdigris kept the smile off his face as he thought, No he’s not, and no they won’t. I hope he knows about this. Celestia’s smile had long-since vanished during her monologue, and she said, “I also don’t appreciate the Council’s attitude towards Verdigris. If he’s done something wrong, then you have a reason, but he has obeyed the law in all his dealings. If this continues, I may have to call for a vote of no confidence. I don’t think you’ll do very well.” “T-that’s blackmail!” Snapdragon spluttered. “No, blackmail is when I get something from you in exchange for my silence; it’s extortion when I force something out of you,” she corrected gently. “Either way, I will make it an order if I have to, and the penalties are more severe. I’d like to think you’d prefer a little ‘friendly’ persuasion instead.” Snapdragon could see he was trapped, and nodded reluctantly. “Good. Now, it’s time for them to order, so you can go. I think your wife is wondering what’s keeping you.” The Pegasus bowed stiffly and left. When he was out of sight, Verdigris stood, pulled out a chair and said, “Y’know, he was right the first time. It was blackmail.” “So he was. I was making a point, as much as it pained me to do so.” Celestia took the chair he held for her. “Now you know how unpleasant politics can be. I usually don’t need to stoop to this, but sometimes I have to lower the boom.” “I didn’t hear anything overt,” Grass said. “It wasn’t what I said, but how. Politics is a game of understatement, Grass. Oh, Sweet Apple Acres cider. May I?” Verdigris poured for her, and Celestia sipped the drink slowly, sighing with pleasure. “Where was I? Oh, yes. All you need are a few vague hints and mild threats to convey your meaning.” “I think I just had a crash course,” Verdigris commented soberly as he sat down. The door opened, and Waverly walked out to stop in surprise. “It’s okay. The Princess isn’t here officially, just as my god-Dam.” The House owner barely relaxed. “H-how are you, your Highness?” “I’m well, Waverly. If you don’t mind, may I join you? I’ve been craving the seaweed salad.” “Of course, your Highness,” Grass replied. Once their orders had been taken, and they’d been left alone, she asked, “What’s the real reason, Princess?” “I can feel Verdigris’ emotions if I’m not busy with other things, Grass. I can’t describe it, but I knew it was about you and Honey, so I listened, then came when it appeared Verdigris might get into a fight.” “It wasn’t really on my mind, but I wouldn’t have backed down,” he replied after a sip of cider. “I know, but I’ve been hearing rumors about you being a problem, and possibly a threat. I don’t know where they’re coming from, but I thought you should know, before you did something to unwittingly substantiate them.” The Princess sipped her cider again, then added, “Whose nose have you put out of joint lately?” Verdigris was silent for a few moments, then said, “Probably Viktor Bronyiev, Tatiyana Horshkov’s former boss in the Rus mob. She said he’s somepony to take seriously, and what dad said tells me he’s dangerous. If it is him, he’s also smart.” “Yes, that’s true. Most ponies underestimate the Rus as crude, unsophisticated thugs, but that’s far from true,” Celestia confirmed after a sip of cider. “If it’s him, you can expect it to escalate, but slowly. You may be in over your head, Verdigris. I don’t know if I can help you, either.” “I don’t expect you to. I got myself into this, so I’ll have to get myself out.” Celestia looked into the distance for a few minutes. “Should I call Blackwolf? I’m not sure, but I think he could help defuse the problem, and possibly help you turn it back on itself. That’s the best way, really. Let them do all the work.” Verdigris sighed. “First politics, now a propaganda war. Who or what’s causing it? It’s like somepony’s targeting me personally, but I can’t think of who. Bluestreak’s still in Manehattan, and he’s not bright enough for this.” “He wouldn’t need to be. Whispering campaigns are as old as civilization,” the Princess replied. She looked at them, then said, “But that can wait. What I told you in Canterlot still applies. I can’t and won’t condone any sexual activity between you two, especially with you living at the Grange, Grass. There’s more than you two at stake here. I’m not positive, but I think your business and Patrol reputations will take a severe hit, Verdigris. Then there’s what Sea Grape and Full Sail will say about you. Everything you’ve built will be at risk, all because of one physical act that can wait.” Celestia grinned almost evilly. “You’ll have to make-do with preening, and that’s almost better, to hear some tell it. I thought I was the only one who had that look on their face.” Verdigris blushed and face-hoofed, while Grass giggled. “My words are coming back to haunt me,” the colt said. “Yes, Twilight finally told me what she heard,” Celestia replied with a grin. “You can wait three years.” “Three?” Grass asked, half-surprised, half-eagerly. “Yes. Mares don’t mature physically as fast as stallions, and Verdigris is … hmm, how to say it delicately. Ahead of his contemporaries in all categories.” The Princess smiled as he looked away uncomfortably. “However, there will be a condition, and I’ll have Blackhoof’s cooperation, I’m sure. You’ll both get a full physical examination to make sure you’re physically, um, up to it, in all respects. I don’t think you want to take any risks, and Verdigris worried about Trot-Hoof, Grass. It was bad enough once; it doesn’t need to happen again. It won’t, because of what I did then, but I’m sure you’d rather be sure, and not worry.” “You’re right, but I don’t think I’m ready to have foals, yet, and I don’t think Verdigris is, either,” Grass said. “I’ve got college, and you’ve got the Academy and college in mind.” She giggled. “Over-achieve much?” Verdigris face-hoofed for the second time in five minutes. “That’s right, pick on the stallion. You’re not interested in my brain, at least not all the time.” He sipped his cider, then said, “We have plenty of time. There’s no rush, and I’d thought you’d want your and Honey’s foals born about the same time.” Celestia chuckled. “At least you have a sense of humor about it. This is serious, and I’m glad you’ve thought about it some. You wouldn’t believe how many ponies don’t, and pay a price they weren’t expecting.” She reached out, taking a hoof in each of hers. “You three give me hope for the future. Thank you.” Waverly must have waited for the lull in the conversation, as he bustled out with three trays floating behind him, announcing, “Dinner is served. Please do enjoy.” (((()))) Verdigris and Grass watched as Celestia waved before vanishing. There was no flash, and Grass said, “I didn’t think she could do that.” “Luna probably taught her,” Verdigris said as he put his bit pouch away. The meals had been a bit expensive, but well worth it, if only for the conversation. He’d refused to let Celestia pay, or for Waverly to put them on the house; the pub had to make expenses, after all. As they began walking back, Verdigris and Grass put a wing over each other’s back, enjoying the contact, as well as the night. “So, what about our sleeping arrangements?” Grass asked. “Well, I can’t see making you sleep in the old bed while I have a new one with a cloud mattress, so – ” “Oh, no you don’t. The Grange is yours, not mine, even if it’s back to being a Patrol facility. I’m not going to chase you out.” “Are you saying we should sleep in the same bed? That’s asking for trouble,” he replied. “Not if we’re careful. I want you beside me, even if I can’t reach out and touch you the way I want to.” “That’s still asking for trouble,” Verdigris persisted. “All it would take would be one really intense preening session for us to ignore our agreement. The last thing you and I need is for Celestia to show up with a disappointed look on her face. Shoot, she might have me sent away. She’s trusting us, but it’s like what uncle Blackwolf calls trust but verify, and I’m sure she’ll be watching. She’s not foalish enough to think we’re that strong, Grass.” “You’re stronger than that, and I think you’re being chicken,” Grass stated flatly. “And thanks for the vote of confidence,” she finished sarcastically. Verdigris wore a pained expression for a moment. “Sorry. I tend to go worst-case; that way I’m pleasantly surprised when I’m wrong. It works, usually.” “Maybe when you’re dealing with Sail or Breakwater, but this is me. I trust you, and if it turns out that I can’t, I’ll smack you in the face.” Verdigris nodded. She’s right. I love her too much to push too hard. “Okay, but don’t be too surprised if I’m uncomfortable. Sleeping together like we did that one time in Canterlot isn’t the same thing, and it’ll be just us. Nopony will be watching for anything.” “That’s good enough for now.” “Well, you’re going to have to wait a little while. I had to wash the new sheets. Somepony should have finished them – we do that for each other – so you’ll need to let me make the bed.” “You’re stalling,” Grass said as they passed the last building. “I’ve waited this long. A few minutes won’t matter.” Verdigris nodded, and they continued along in silence. When they reached the Grange, Verdigris headed downstairs while Grass climbed upstairs. He found his laundry neatly folded and placed in the basket; attached was a note that read You owe me a drink. -Solstice- Verdigris smiled. You got it. He carried the basket up, and found the door standing open for him. He didn’t see Grass, and shrugged. I’ll get used to her being here, I guess. It’s not the same as Canterlot. He entered his bedroom and set the basket down, then removed the turquoise and vermilion sheets and began making the bed. Grass exited the bathroom, watched for a few seconds, then silently helped. It was a surprise when he found the simple act of helping make the bed made the discomfort almost go away. Is this what happened with mom and dad? They just did simple stuff together, and that was it? Is that all it takes? He mentally face-hoofed. I’m an idiot. “You’re doing it again,” Grass’ voice broke his reverie. “You’ve got that 'beating yourself' up look again. What is it?” “Ah, something I noticed just now. Doing this,” he nodded at the half-made bed, “is making everything feel better. Y’know, I’m more comfortable. I was wondering if that’s all it takes, just doing stuff together to get over that. I was thinking I ought to ask mom and dad, and that I’m an idiot.” Grass smiled as she shifted and smoothed the top sheet, then took a corner of the blanket. “Maybe, but you’re mine and Honey’s idiot.” She paused in thought after the blanket was down before pulling it into place. “That could be. Mom and dad would just do house-work together after a long day, and it seemed to bring them closer. I know they didn’t argue as much as other couples, and I used to wonder why. Until now, that is. I guess you have to hear it from somepony else.” “Okay, then maybe I can sleep next to you without a problem. Falling asleep might be a problem, but I’ll get by.” Grass chuckled. “Maybe another preening? You dropped off after that first one awfully fast.” “No, you did. I was still awake for a while, thinking, though I did drop off. I know I didn’t want to go anywhere,” he said with a smile. He gave the blanket a final sweep with his wing. “Okay, which side?” “It doesn’t matter. We’ll have to get used to this mattress, anyway.” Verdigris nodded, then shut off the lights with telekinesis as Grass laid the covers back. They got into bed and settled down, snuggling together. “Good night, Grass,” he said after kissing her ear. “Hey, do it right.” She pulled his face to hers, and they kissed properly. “That’s better. Good night, Verdigris.” Grass rolled onto her side, wrapping a foreleg and a wing over him. Verdigris laid on his back, thinking. He had a lot to deal with the next day, but right now he wasn’t going to worry about it. He rolled over, his back to Grass, and settled down as she snuggled closer. He looked back to see her smile. “Good night, and sweet dreams,” he murmured, then settled down to sleep.