//------------------------------// // Storm Warnings // Story: Beauty Is Where You Find It // by Verdigris //------------------------------// Chapter 19 (((()))) Verdigris woke before sunrise to find Luna standing on the balcony, looking down into the valley, her eyes sad. He remained still, then asked softly, “Anypony you knew?” “Mayhap. It has been so long,” she replied before turning to look at him. “Thy missives and our conversations are well enough, but I must speak with thee in pony.” He caught the slightly worried tone of her voice, and was fully awake. He couldn’t go back to sleep if he’d wanted. “What happened?” “Somepony is gathering information about thee; all sources were queried recently,” the Night Princess replied as he got up, stretched and joined her. “Thou might be concerned, as the source was traced to Stalliongrad.” Verdigris sighed. “I should have known better than to think they’d just stop if I dropped out of sight. Anypony we know?” “The closest we have heard is a rumor somepony calling himself the Speaker has sought to take action against thee. What that may be we do not know. All we can be sure of is he took over after Bronyiev’s, shall we say, unfortunate weather accident,” Luna finished with a little smile. She nuzzled him. “It is good to see thee again. How art thou, and Eaglefeather?” “I’m doing all right. ‘Feather’s a lot better. She’s filled out since I first saw her.” He paused in thought. “I was thinking of sending her down next week. I think the Aerie and I have done all we can for her. She needs family around her, Luna.” He sat and thought for a few minutes. “Speaker isn’t a surprise. I learned about him just before I left Oceanside. I haven’t thought about it since.” “And until thy return, ‘twould be best to continue that course,” she replied as she sat beside him. “Thou art improved, and we wish it to continue. Celly, myself and thy family have no desire to see thee any other way. Though only ‘Tia can see what I see, the descriptions have thy mother’s mind made up. Thou must be free of thy worries, at least until they can no longer be put off.” She glanced at the still form in the bed, her expression neutral. “Provided thou canst avoid creating more.” Verdigris sighed. “Twilight was right about ‘craving’ sex after a while. Lexi’s a nice mare.” He snorted softly with amusement. “Think of her as the Aerie’s version of Twilight, but try not to read too much into it. She was insistent, and I was lonely. I’ll accept the blame.” “Nay, we understand. That effect is not entirely foreign to me. I have had assignations, though I would not call any lovers. ‘Twas only a brief respite from worry and loneliness.” She looked out and sighed. “They were attempts to replace – and hopefully forget – Michael and Starswirl, and were unsuccessful.” Luna met his gaze without flinching. “I would be remiss not to admit thou dost resemble Stormhawk more than Michael, and the attraction started there.” She looked outside sadly. “If only I had seen him for what he was.” Verdigris sighed to himself. “If you’re upset, I’m sorry. I didn’t exactly promise Grass or Honey I’d stay alone, either.” A ghost of a smile appeared on Luna’s face as she replied, “‘Tis expected for a stallion to sow a few wild oats before settling down, and no relationship Celly or I have had could e’er be permanent.” She glanced at the bed. “Mine only concern is thou treat her well, and hast not deceived her about thine obligations.” “No, everypony knows I won’t be staying. I still have to wrap up my affairs in Oceanside, along with the other plans I had to put off. As much as I like it here, I miss the ocean, and my friends and family.” He sighed again. “And I still can’t stop butting heads with tradition and the leadership. I think everypony’s expecting me and Golden to end up in a fight.” “Wherefore?” Luna asked, her expression concerned. “History. I found out positively I’m Stormhawk’s descendant the day after I got here, and she’s Goshawk’s. Direct line, both of us. I finished restoring the history section, and the resemblances are striking, almost uncanny.” He glanced at the door. “Celestia wasn’t happy when I asked her.” “Aye, she told me that evening. She recognized him in thee, once the shock of thy behavior wore off. That is why she was so forceful that night.” Luna moved to where she could look into his eyes. “Doth he affect thee?” “Not really. I’ve been remembering things. More blood memories. His. If I had any ideas he was just a misunderstood victim, those memories killed them.” Verdigris shook his head, his eyes hooded. “If anypony deserved to die, it was him. The things he did.” “Aye, and I recall as clearly as though ‘twere yesterday. ‘Twas he who caused part of Celly’s Guards to defect to my side, and he killed more than his share of ‘security risks’.” Lexicon stirred, and her voice said sleepily, “Verdi? What is it?” A gasp followed quickly. “P-Princess Luna. I – I’ll leave.” “Nay, prithee remain. If there is anypony who must apologize, ‘tis I. I merely wished to speak with Verdigris about important matters that do not concern thee and thine, and could not wait. There was no intention of sending thee away,” Luna replied with a smile. “If needs be, Verdigris can explain himself in Canterlot. Thou hast nought of which to be affrighted. ‘Tia and I understand thine and Verdigris’ needs.” “O-okay, if you’re sure.” The Librarian looked at them, wide-eyed. “Verily. Please, resume thy rest. I will be going ere long.” When Lexi settled back down, Luna murmured, “She sounds quite sweet. Be good to her.” “I will. Is there anything else?” “Nay, for the nonce. We will investigate the inquiry, and inform thee of any result.” Luna nuzzled and kissed him. “A promissory on the future. Until then.” She leapt into the air, and was soon lost in the night. Verdigris sat there, and Lexi joined him, wrapped in a blanket. “She – she’s not mad, is she?” “No. If she was, I’d be catching it, not you.” He nuzzled her. “Nothing to worry about. No promises were made.” It sounded rather crass to his ears, but it was the truth. “What? But she said – ” “Yeah, but how long in the future, Lexi? Luna told me she was willing to wait as long as necessary. Fifty years from now – give or take – it’ll be just me. I know I’m going to out-live everypony I know or care about, at least at this time.” She looked at him, her face expressionless in surprise. “So, you’re really an Alicorn, not just a mix of ponies?” “Mm-hmm. Celestia’s blood saved my life, and made me what I am. In fifty years or so, I’ll cross the last Threshold, and be just like them. I’m surprised it’s not all over the Aerie, what with Blackhawk’s sources.” Lexi stared out the window as the eastern sky began to lighten. “No, he wouldn’t tell anypony that. I mean, you’re—” “Call me a Prince and I’ll tickle you. Maybe I am, but I’m not in any hurry. I’m not going to take my place until I don’t have a choice, Lexi. I want as normal a life as I can get, for as long as it’ll last. Maybe I’m more than what you see, but I’m not there, and I’m not ready for it. Not yet.” Verdigris sighed, then looked surprised. “Wow, that’s a big part of what’s been bothering me. How’d I miss it?” The Librarian stared outside thoughtfully. “You had to admit it to yourself, or somepony else that matters to you,” she said with a little smile. She leaned over and kissed him. “Thank you.” Verdigris chuckled ruefully. “Wow, what a foal I’ve been. Uncle Blackwolf was right, ‘There’s none so blind as those who will not see’.” He lifted a wing and draped it over her. “Well, I guess I can leave, but I don’t think I’m done here. I don’t know what it is, but I’ve got something left to do.” “It’s still early.” Lexicon stood up and nodded back to the bed. “I can think of something,” she said with a grin. Verdigris stood and hugged her. “You talked me into it.” (((()))) Later, as they arrived for breakfast, Lexicon and Verdigris found themselves on the receiving end of a few mares’ disapproval. Golden Eagle, Card File and Eaglefeather, to be precise. Eaglefeather said nothing; all she did was tap his pendants with a primary while giving him a look. Card File passed with her nose in the air and a dismissive flick of her tail. Golden, instead of ignoring them, sat across them at the table, giving them disappointed glances as she ate silently. Verdigris did his best to ignore it, but finally said to Golden, “All right, what’s everypony’s problem? I can see Eaglefeather and maybe Card, but what’s your gripe?” “We don’t approve of fraternizing,” Golden replied with a cool tone. Her eyes shifted to Lexicon briefly. “You’re an idiot, you know that?” Lexi dropped her fork in surprise, and the room went quiet. Golden’s expression grew stormy as Verdigris continued, “Seriously? This was once a home for nearly twelve-hundred ponies. How do you think it got that way? Adoption? Ponies just wandering in? Or is it rank? Lexi’s got an important position, and I’m the new pony?” He shook his head. “Really, if I didn’t know better, I’d swear I was back in Canterlot, dealing with those clowns that call themselves nobility.” Golden looked at him for a long moment. “This is a military outpost, not a free love – ” “Oh, please,” he interrupted. “I’m a sex freak like Celestia’s a closet rapist, and this is a military outpost like the Kicker leadership are royalty. I’ve been remembering, and the Aerie’s a pale shadow of its former glory, Golden.” He watched her process the almost nonsensical retort. “Remembering?” she asked, her expression quizzical. Lexicon stayed silent, wondering where the conversation was going, and whether or not she’d have time to duck. “Blood memories. Celestia's, and … his.” Verdigris watched her as the pieces came together, and Golden flinched. “That’s right. I’m his direct descendant, just like you’re Goshawk’s. I can close my eyes and see what this place once was. I’m not happy, either, for several reasons.” He glanced around the commissary. “I look around, and in my mind’s eye I see hundreds of Pegasai in indigo armor, all of them as formidable as any of Equestria’s finest. Ponies who rivaled the Kickers, Dos or Dashes in everything. Ponies who were respected, and not just for fighting. We’ve lost a hay of a lot, and it’s infuriating and saddening. I can see it from his and her point of view,” he said with a surprisingly sad-sounding growl. “Part of it’s time, the rest was what he did.” “What he did?” Lexi echoed. “I’ve got some memories from his daughter Aurora,” he replied. “He managed to lead a little short of a third of the Hawks to Luna’s side, and then started corrupting the Solar Guards. Nopony wanted to believe the reports coming out of Canterlot, but they had to, once he arrived and demanded the entire Clan follow him into Luna’s – the Nightmare’s service. Goshawk refused out-right and told him never to come back. Kingfish never gave him an answer, and led his faction away. Nopony ever knew where.” “And we know Goshawk prepared for war, while Kingfish stayed neutral,” Card File said, startling them. “Then came the Blood-letting,” she finished softly with a shudder. “Mm-hmm,” Verdigris replied. “I don’t know for sure, but I think we were the only Clan that fought itself. I could ask Celestia, but I’m sure she doesn’t want to be reminded of it.” He shook his head. “Can’t blame her. There’s a few things I’ve done I wish I hadn’t.” “Such as?” Blackhawk asked as he joined them. “Mostly getting into fights, because I’ve really hurt some ponies.” He very briefly told them of his run-ins with Bluestreak, then his fights with the Rus, culminating with what he did a few months ago on the beach. “I didn’t and still don’t like what I could be. Hay, I don’t know if it’s not inevitable. So far, I drew the line short of killing, but if I stop caring completely, somepony’s going to die.” “That won’t happen,” Eaglefeather said from where she’d stood listening. She came over and sat down, sipping her tea. “It’s not that you don’t care, it’s that you care too much, Verdigris. I think you understand better than most that when it’s over, it’s over. The ones left behind have to deal with the aftermath, and you knew that would be you.” She looked at him sympathetically. “You’re beginning to understand what the Princesses know, nephew. Imagine what they’ve seen.” “I … don’t really need to. All I have to do is think about it, and the memories just seem to flood in. Celestia told Blackrock and Marl they’re better off being mortal, and I know she’s right. I’ve got to learn to deal with it, or I’ll turn into the mad-pony I’m sure some are saying I already am.” He looked off into space, his eyes very far away. “Mortals just aren’t made to deal with forever.” Golden shivered in spite of herself as Blackhawk nodded. “And the memories aren’t helping.” Verdigris shook his head as he kept looking into nothing. “Well, I can say for myself you’re not him. No, I don’t have any memories, thank Celestia, but he let his pride get him into trouble, almost as though he had to prove himself. Almost a compulsion.” “That’s not anything to write home about,” Card replied as she sat on Lexicon’s other side. “He wasn’t the only pony with something to prove.” “No, he’s right,” Verdigris contradicted. “It wasn’t just pride, it was an obsession. I can feel it, sometimes, and I have to stop and fight it down. It’ll go away, but not soon.” “When does it hit hardest?” the Unicorn asked. “Every time I think about somepony I care about getting hurt. I’m not sure if that’s where it started, but that’s when it’s strongest. That’s why I beat the Rus into the ground, why I broke Bronyiev’s back in three places, why I roasted that Pegasus on the beach. Nopony hurts my friends, family and loved ones, and expects me to do nothing. Stormhawk took it as a personal attack, and he may have been right.” he growled. “Like Eaglefeather said, I know when they’re gone, they’re gone. You don’t get many second-chances. Sometimes you get only one. Sometimes you don’t get any.” Golden looked at him for a few minutes, then forced her eyes away. “I don’t see how anypony can live with that.” “Stormhawk didn’t. It got him killed. We all know that.” Eaglefeather shivered, then changed the subject. “Are you still sending me to Canterlot?” “Yes. Like I said, you need family around you, and well, hopefully you can forget some of what happened,” Verdigris replied. “What you do is up to you, but I hope you won’t feel alone.” “There are plenty of ponies here,” Golden said, bristling slightly. “You didn’t even try to make friends.” “Back off,” the Alicorn snapped. “I already told you this is a family matter. You may be Clan leader, but I’m the Oceanside branch patriarch, now.” He looked at her for a few moments, then said, “Let’s don’t try to re-create history, Golden. You won’t win, and you know it.” The Pegasus stood up. “I decide what happens here, not you.” “Not in this case. I’m watching out for my family while you’re improperly asserting your authority. I shouldn’t have to remind you it means nothing outside this region. You want to stay withdrawn, that’s your privilege. You are not going to force anypony else to do the same.” His eyes narrowed, and he smiled in an almost predatory fashion as his coat rippled and changed over to black. “That’s what he did, isn’t it? No choice, just ‘Do what I say or else’, right?” Golden’s eyes widened, and she stood there, stunned. “Oh, Celestia, is that what I’m doing?” She sat down and looked around the table as Verdigris’ coat returned to normal. “Blackhawk?” “I hate to say it, but yes, though he’s stretching the truth,” the Unicorn replied calmly. “Stormhawk did just that, but not for the same reasons. Yes, I know,” he added, cutting Verdigris off. “It’s the same thing, but for different reasons. You’re not any better, questioning authority and not having anything to replace what you see as bad.” “Misguided. I didn’t say it was bad.” “Semantics. There are parallels, but the cases are different.” “Maybe, but I can see his point,” Lexicon said after a few minutes of silence. “It’s authority for its own sake, right?” she asked, looking at Verdigris, who nodded. “ ‘I’m the big cheese, and what I say goes’,” the Alicorn agreed cryptically. “Same thing.” “Where did that come from?” Card File asked, finally speaking to him directly. “From a book my uncle gave me.” Not quite right, but how could I explain? “Bullies are the same everywhere you go.” Golden had the presence of mind to blush, even as she looked angry. “I know you’re trying to protect every pony here, but from what? We were once the scourge of this region, or we could have been, if we’d wanted. The Griffins wouldn’t dare play games in their day, and we didn’t need that kind of nonsense.” Verdigris sighed. “Different time, different ponies.” “No, we’re not,” Sky said, startling them all. “You should know better than that.” “A dozen haphazardly-trained ponies are equal to Goshawk? Don’t make me laugh.” Everypony noticed Verdigris’ voice wasn’t quite right, and he continued, “Yea, prithee display thy prowess for all to see, filly.” Everypony did a double take as he shook his head violently, then put his hooves over his eyes. “Whoa, that was just … wow.” “Wait, was that actually Stormhawk speaking?” Golden asked with a stunned expression. “No, it was a memory. He was talking to Typhoon Kicker. I think.” Verdigris took a few breaths. “They were rivals, and I think it’s because – ” He lowered his hooves and stared with realization. “Oh, Celestia. That’s what started it. Typhoon became Celestia’s chief military advisor, and Storm wanted the position.” “What? That’s all?” Sky asked in disbelief. “It’s enough, isn’t it?” Blackhawk asked rhetorically. “He couldn’t get that, so he ‘settled’ for advising Luna.” He thought briefly. “You don’t think he could have been part of what changed her, do you?” “Could be. If she was already on her way, he probably made her worse.” Verdigris looked at the table for a few minutes. “I could ask, but I don’t know if she’d tell me. I’m sure all of that’s still painful. She was the Nightmare only a few months ago, and I’m sure she doesn’t want to be reminded of it.” “Did she really beat you into the ground?” Card asked. She seemed less upset than earlier. “I was laid up for about a week. She knew how to bring pain. Once she was free, I think she was expecting me to yell at her to get away.” He sighed. “I couldn’t. I knew something about what she’d been through, ‘cause I went through something like it myself. I mean, look at me, and imagine a small town’s reaction.” “They didn’t want anything to do with you,” Golden said. “You were too different.” “That’s right,” Eaglefeather confirmed. “Nopony would go near Hawkfeather and Gemstone’s house unless they had to, and he wasn’t there. It hurt to see.” She sighed and continued, “There was nothing I could do, and I wanted to, but Full Sail forbade it.” “Better not,” Verdigris said when it appeared Lexicon was about to ask. “That’s still a sore point.” “Okay, I guess everything’s out in the open,” Golden said with a sigh. “Got any ideas?” “Nothing that would really help, except maybe make our presence known. I think everypony believes the Hawks are extinct, like the Dos. Even if you’re worried, I think knowing we’re still here could help Equestria. Not only that, we could re-build. Not just the Aerie and the Clan, but our prestige,” he said after a few moments. “Like I said, we were the equals of all the other Clans. As far as I know, it’s just us and the Kickers now, and that’s a pretty sad state. There used to be a dozen Clans in Pegasopolis alone, every one of them ready to defend Equestria. I think we need to be able to show the Indigo again, Golden. It would help getting our pride back.” The Pegasus thought, and found herself nodding. “It would be good to have that back,” she murmured. “We’ve got a lot of work, to do that.” “There’s a lot of potential here. I’m sure other Hawks would come back, if they knew.” “What’s your angle?” Sky asked. “Do you want to run things?” She was surprised when he spit out his coffee with enough force to knock the cup from his hoof. “Buck no!!” Verdigris replied with shocked vehemence as he mopped-up the table. “Are you kidding? After seeing what Celestia goes through with the nobles and so on, it’s the last thing I want, and I’m sure it’s the same for her. She’s hooves-off, but influences the Houses and Council by advising. She knows what unrestrained power and control can do: Discord, and the Nightmare. They were going to run things their way, and to Tarterus with what the ponies thought. No way. I mean, power’s okay; you can get things done. I’ve got my own, and that’s my responsibility, but from what she told me and I figured out, control is a trap.” “I mean, you can get to like running other ponies’ lives, and it’s always for their own good, whether they agree or not. It’s insidious, seductive and addictive. That’s the real problem. You start thinking you’re smarter than all other ponies; it comes easy, ‘cause they’re too pathetic to understand, let alone run their own lives.” Verdigris poured another cup, and they noticed his hoof shook slightly; they weren’t sure if it was from anger or disgust. “It’s way too easy to go down that road, and damned hard to come back. If you’re not so far gone that you don’t want to.” “You mean that?” Golden asked incredulously. He nodded vigorously, almost spilling more coffee. “Even if it’s voluntary?” “That’s a special case, but even then. Somepony might change their mind. Do you let them go, step down or what? What about your friends? The rich? The nobility? Do you listen to them more, or everypony equally? It really gets out of control the more variables you add. And then how much control? A little? Some? Lots? Total? It’ll drive you off the deep end, if you’re not strong enough to keep yourself under control. It’s like a drug. No thanks. I’m bucked-up enough as it is; I sure don’t need more.” “You don’t trust yourself,” Blackhawk said. “Nope. Nopony with a brain should. You never know exactly when to stop, and you can never be sure you’re doing the right thing. ‘Most everything I’ve read – fiction and history – points out that you’re either overconfident, or over-cautious; no middle ground. Then comes the pony who has a vision, and the nerve and willingness to replace you and get things done right. Then you’ve got a real problem, ‘cause tyrants – remember what I said about ‘old bad-flank in the chair’?” Golden and ‘Hawk nodded. “Well, there you go, and most tyrants won’t go just because you ask them nicely. They like being in charge, and just know they’re right. And that’s when what’s left of freedom dies.” Verdigris shook his head. “No. I’ll take care of my responsibilities, but I won’t end up running other ponies’ lives. I don’t want to end up like them … or him.” “I-sense-a con-tra-dic-tion,” Eaglefeather said in ironic sing-song. “Yeah, I know. It looked like you were gonna die, ‘Feather, and I had to do something. You’re family, for cryin’ out loud. What was I supposed to do, let you waste away? Let those damned Rus claim one more, even if they never came near you? What the buck good am I if I can’t, or worse won’t take care of my family? It’s my job, remember?” “You can’t do everything,” Card protested, her anger forgotten. “Maybe not, but I can’t just do nothing,” the stallion protested. “All I had for the longest time was mom, dad, Free and ‘Lance. No friends until I was ten. Like Uncle Blackwolf says, and he’s right, ‘In the end, family’s all you’ve got’. He knows.” “But you run a business, and you’re in the Patrol,” Lexi said. “I’m about as hooves-off as I can get. I look for ponies who don’t need to be watched, and I don’t hold anything back. You’ve got to trust whoever works for you, right? Besides, I run a small part of it. I don’t need to know the rest, even though I learned it so I knew how what I did affected everything else. That’s just common sense. “As for the Patrol, my role as lighthouse keeper is defined. Everypony knows what they have to do, and the mission’s more important than who’s in charge. Technically, we don’t need officers, but somepony has to do administrative and logistical work, and we’re trained for that. The Patrol runs well with only minor supervision, and we’re more relaxed because organization isn’t as important as the job. There are lives at stake, sometimes. Oh, sure, we monitor the ports and such for smuggling and similar crime, but that’s all. We’re not the Guard or Constabulary. We don’t step in unless the Port Office calls us. We make sure every ship gets where it needs to go, safe and sound. That’s pretty much how it works.” Everypony at the table looked thoughtful when he wound down. “Okay, what about offering suggestions?” Golden asked. “Anypony can do that. It’s still up to you,” Verdigris replied. “The only reason I stepped on your toes was I knew how to solve a problem, and it couldn’t wait. I don’t know about anypony else, but I like to eat.” A ripple of laughter passed down the table. “Okay, I can see that. Anything else you think needs taking care of?” “The Griffins need to be told to knock it off, or they’re gonna have trouble, namely me. I don’t like bullies. I never have. If I see it happening, some bird’s gonna get hurt.” “I don’t know, they’re pretty rough customers,” Sky said after a little thought. “They still seem to think raiding’s acceptable.” “That’s what got them smashed nine-hundred years ago. What a mess that turned out to be.” Verdigris sipped his coffee, his eyes far away. “Well, at least we got everything settled, more or less.” “Not everything,” Card said as she gave him a poisonous glance. He looked at her, then downed his coffee, stood up and said, “Okay, come on. Time to talk.” He trotted out without looking back. Lexicon watched him, then said, “What’s your problem, Card? It is I got to him first, or he got to me first?” Her friend flinched, but said nothing. “Let’s go. We definitely need to talk about this.” “This is what I meant about fraternization,” Golden said. “There’s always a problem.” “Well, it’s our problem, and we’ll figure it out.” Lexi smiled. “And seriously, you and ‘Hawk shouldn’t sit together and play hoofsies under the table. It’s kinda hypocritical.” “But – what! We don’t!” Golden spluttered, blushing furiously as the mares walked away, smirking. “‘Methinks the mare doth protest too much’,” Blackhawk quoted as he looked at her. “That blush told her everything. Did you really think there are any secrets left here?” Golden hung her head as Eaglefeather chuckled. “No, but I had to try.” (((()))) Lexi and Card arrived at Verdigris’ door, which opened before either could knock. They walked in to find him at his desk, writing. “Sit down,” he said without looking at them. As they cleared the door, it closed. “I’m kinda disappointed in you, but I should have known better, Card. Not everypony can be … I don’t know, open-minded? Self-secure, maybe?” he said as he turned to face them after they’d taken seats at the table. He got up, walked over and sat across from them. “So, what gives?” Card looked at Lexi, then at the table-top. “Okay, it’s like this. I … I love Lexi, and, well, you got to her first.” “Did you bother to tell her?” Card shivered and shook her head. “How do you tell anypony that, never mind your best friend? Do they feel the same way? What if they freak out?” “Yeah, I understand, but it’s no different for colts, Card. Same questions. Well, almost. ‘Who’s gonna make fun of me when they find out? Will she make fun of me? Who’s gonna be mad for daring to go near her?’ Trust me, it’s not easy for anypony.” “Seems as though you had it easy,” Lexi replied. “Different circumstances. Honey and Grass approached me, and I decided to take the chance and let them in. I was tired of being by myself, and they were really interested in me, instead of just harassing me, like the others.” He thought briefly, then said, “I’m sorry, Card. You probably should have said something, but I know how hard it can be. I’ll back off.” “No, you don’t have to. I’ll – ” “The hay you will,” Lexi said. “You think I didn’t know? I wondered about all those late nights we spent together, then I started wondering when you were going to say something. When Verdigris showed up, well, I decided to force the issue. I’m sorry, but I wasn’t going to wait any more, and I guess I went about it the wrong way.” “You guess?” Verdigris snorted. “You thought using me would work?” “Okay, I bucked up. I can’t take it back, and I can’t say I want to.” “So what am I supposed to do, just deal with it?” Card snapped, then glared at Verdigris. “Oh, hey, leave me out of this. I’m just the stallion.” Both mares looked at him in surprise, then laughed. “Okay, I guess I can swallow my pride,” Card said. “So, what do we do now?” Lexi nudged Card’s shoulder. “I mean, where do we go from here?” “I ...” Card trailed off, looking at Verdigris uncertainly. He stood up, collected a mug of coffee in his telekinesis and walked out onto the balcony, closing the door behind him. “Well, I don’t know.” She nuzzled Lexicon. “I really do love you, Lexi. If you don’t want to give him up, I’m sure we can work it out.” “I think he just said ‘no’ to that,” the Librarian countered. She chuckled. “I think he has enough mare trouble.” “A-heh, yeah, I guess.” Card looked into her friend’s eyes. “Are we okay?” Lexicon returned the gaze, and felt a shiver run down her spine. “I think we’re more than okay.” (((()))) Verdigris stood there, gazing out into the valley. It was beautiful, if you didn’t know about the skeletons. He sighed. How do I get into these situations? Is it me, them, or both? Does Uncle Mike have this problem? He shook his head as he watched the clouds pass. In the end, it didn’t matter. Mare trouble? Celestia asked. He snorted. Yeah. Was it that obvious? You seemed upset, but not quite, and I “listened” in. How do you think it’ll work out? They’re not Honey or Grass. I don’t think Card can share, and I don’t see why she should have to. He stared out into the distance. I’m not sure I like how Lexi used me, but I understand why she did. He snorted. I might have done the same thing. He felt her nod. Love can be a very difficult thing to deal with. Not that I need to tell you that. Nopony can tell you what to expect; it’s different for everypony. There was what Verdigris thought a significant pause. And I’m sure you’re wondering about Luna. Of course. I wondered how she felt about me and Lexi, but she seemed all right with it. I guess she knew the real story, plus what she said about sowing wild oats. I’m still not convinced. You worry too much, god-son. Everything happens for a reason; we can’t always see it, sometimes until much later. You might think, for example, I had more to do with you being an Alicorn than I actually did. That’s how it always works out. Ordinary bodies simply can’t handle the power. He grunted a soft laugh. Blackhawk thought maybe you had Luna on your mind so much that had an effect, but that’s not true, is it? That’s just how it works, right? Yes. I can see how somepony might think that, but my mind was firmly fixed on saving you. Then that’s that. Verdigris nodded to himself. Now, about Eaglefeather. I think she’s ready to move on. Next week, definitely. She needs family around her. She lost everypony, god-mother, and I wouldn’t wish that on anypony. Yes, I know. From what you’ve told me, I think everything she believed was destroyed, then she lost everything else that mattered. No wonder she tried to suppress the memories. I hope she’s as good as you say, but I’ll still have her speak with Maneslow. I think talking with your mother should help. If nothing else, they understand loss. Verdigris nodded. He cringed, but he had to ask. Is mom looking, or is it too soon? There was a sigh. Most ponies never go through this, Verdigris. I can’t say if she’s taking too long, or just being selective. She’s dated, but nothing else. And I mean nothing else. It’s almost as though she’s decided that part of her life is over. Then first thing when I get back, I’m going to have to talk to her. If she thinks she’s going to be alone, she’s out of her bucking mind. He felt her smile. Don’t smile. It could turn into a shouting match. I wonder who’ll “win”. I won’t guess. What about you? When do you think you’ll be ready to return? I don’t know yet. There’s still something that either needs to be done, or needs to happen; I can feel it. Probably by Nightmare Night. He paused. Does Luna know? No, or I don’t think so. She won’t be going; she still has a lot of adjusting to do before she goes out in public, Celestia replied. It might be a year before she can. She’s still re-gaining her confidence and power. All right. Once I know I’m done, I’ll be back. Definitely before Wrap-up. They’ll need me for the winter storm season, and I’ve still got to wrap-up my affairs. I should be in Canterlot by Spring. Will that do, god-mother? He felt her smile. That should be fine, as long as you visit. There’s no real hurry, so take the time to get everything done right. However, you have promises to keep. “And miles to go before I sleep”. I know. I’ll be there. Sometime again? Sometime again, Verdigris. Contact faded, and instead of going back inside, he stayed, watching the clouds serenely float by. He took a deep breath, held it for a few seconds and let it out, letting the tension go with it. Yeah, I’ll be ready soon. I feel a lot better, not just because of this place, but things are working out. I think the week after Eaglefeather leaves, it’ll be my turn. Nothing left, as far as I know. The door opened, and Card said, “Verdigris? Are you okay?” “I’m good. You two?” “Yeah, I think so. I’m sorry. I just can’t share. I’m selfish.” He grunted a laugh. “It’s okay. I can’t blame you, really. Who can compete with an Alicorn?” he finished in a self-deprecating tone. “I heard that,” Lexi’s voice said from inside. “You’re an idiot, you know that?” Verdigris chuckled and stepped inside as Card returned to the Pegasus’ side, taking a hoof in hers. “Guilty as charged. I never said I had any answers, right? That’s not really what I do. I just point out what’s wrong, as I see it.” He looked from one mare to the other. “You two okay?” They exchanged a glance, and Lexi said, “Yeah, we’re good.” “Then you don’t need me anymore.” “So, you’re leaving?” Card asked, disappointment in her voice. “I still have the feeling I’ve got something to do, but I am. Probably in two weeks. The feeling doesn’t go beyond that.” “I’m sorry I behaved like I did. I thought I was losing Lexi.” “Will you stop it? I understand. You think I’m not worried about Grass? Honey and I are pretty much destined for each other, but yeah, I worry I might lose her. The only thing that keeps me from being frantic is the stallion who’s after her has a lot to live up to. I’m not talking about me, I’m talking about her. She has high expectations, and I’m glad I meet them.” He snorted. “If any have the nerve to try. Anypony connected with me might scare them off, considering.” “Your connection with the Princesses,” Lexi said. He nodded, and she continued, “Yeah, that’s a little intimidating. The only reason I went for you was because I wanted Card to do something. Say something, at least.” She looked down. “I’m sorry, but it wouldn’t have worked with anypony else. We know everypony here.” Verdigris thought about it, then laughed softly. “Yep, I show up and things happen. I guess that’s a special talent of mine I didn’t bargain for.” He paused for a sip of coffee and smiled. “The new stallion comes and fixes things, just not the way anypony’s expecting.” Lad, if you don’t stop that, I’ll drag you down that cliff-side by your hind legs, and I’ll find every tree on the way down, Michael’s voice snarled silently. I know you’ve no idea what references you’re making, but bloody – come outside. We have to talk. Verdigris nodded to himself – and managed not to cringe or cross his legs – as the mares looked at him in confusion. “Never mind. I don’t always make sense. If that’s it, you can go. I’ve got some things to do,” he said, nodding at his desk. They stood, then hugged him before leaving. “Okay, let’s see what he wants.” Verdigris walked back outside, and was surprised to see … he wasn’t sure what was leaning against the rock face. It was bi-pedal, and decidedly lupine. There was a passing resemblance to diamond dogs, but this looked a lot better. Its night-black fur was shaggy, but glinted with health. The eyes, however, he recognized. “Uncle Mike?” The creature nodded as Verdigris looked at the strange armor he wore. “What’s going on?” “First things first.” Michael stood up straight, walked over and slapped him hard across the face. “That’s for those references.” He walked back and leaned against the rock again, took out a small paper cylinder and lit it. Acrid smoke billowed out as the … wolf exhaled. “Right. Ask your questions. There isn’t much time.” “Just what the buck are you?” “I’m the Black Wolf, of course. You’ve read my memoirs, and it’s all true. This is my preferred appearance. Next.” “Okay, why are you here? You said you couldn’t visit, ‘cause you had trouble,” Verdigris said as he rubbed his face; that slap stung. “I’m afraid this will be my last visit, at least for some time. Despite my best efforts, it’s come to war, and I have to focus my attention there. And so, for the foreseeable future, this is goodbye.” Verdigris felt a weight in his chest, but spoke evenly. “Celestia thinks someone named Torrentican’s behind my problems. Is this part of it?” The Wolf did a double-take, and his eyes flared an angry electric blue. “If it is, rest assured I will make his existence quite unbearable.” He paused in thought. “Well, if he thinks I can’t prevent his having free-rein, he’s very wrong. I’ll have a small detachment pay special attention to him and his support, if any. He’ll have only what he has, whilst he’s here.” The smile was decidedly blood-thirsty. “They’ve no idea what they’ll be facing.” “I’m sorry, Uncle Mike. If this is because of me – ” “Rubbish, and don’t play my game. I know precisely how you feel, and Celestia's right, we’re very much alike. You’re not leaving. End of statement. Like it or not, you have a destiny to fulfill, and you have to stay to see it through. If we are that alike, you can’t avoid it.” The Wolf paused, closed his eyes and took a breath. “When we’ve the time, I’ll explain the Eternal Champion to you.” “No, that won’t be necessary. I think I get the idea.” Verdigris looked south, toward Canterlot and Ponyville. “That fits a lot of ponies, doesn’t it?” “Aye, lad, it does. Not everyone has the capability to go it alone.” He looked up, his eyes growing hard. “I’ve not much time. Promise me you’ll listen to and accept Celestia and Luna’s advice. They’ve more experience than you, and can at least keep you from falling too hard. And keep you from staying down, which can be all too easy, if the road is rough. You’re meant for something, perhaps something great. I can’t say; I don’t know. Will you?” Verdigris didn’t need to think about it; he’d almost known on some level, and his “uncle’s” words made it clear. He walked forward, wrapped his wings around the Wolf and said, “I promise. I won’t let it get me down, or stop me. Not while I have the will to keep going.” Michael smiled and nodded, rubbing his paw over Verdigris’ muzzle affectionately. “Thank you, lad. I’ve got to go. Don’t look for me.” “What about their Highnesses?” The Wolf paused. “I informed them before I came here. Luna was quite put out, but they understand, probably more than you will for a while. I believe you’ll have a very warm welcome-back to Canterlot.” “Then this is goodbye, not sometime again.” Verdigris released Michael, then saluted him. “I’ll see you when I see you.” Michael nodded and returned the salute. “Good luck, Verdigris. I think you’ll do all right without me. Until then.” He stepped back, smiled and abruptly vanished. Verdigris stood there for a while, then looked up at the sky. “I’ll miss you, Uncle Mike. Take care of yourself.” (((()))) When Verdigris left his rooms, he found Sky and Slope standing outside, as thought they were waiting. “What’s going on?” “Well, we thought since you and Lexi were breaking up, you might want some company,” Sky replied sheepishly. “I appreciate the thought, but we weren’t exactly dating, let alone serious. She was using me to get Card File to finally do something.” “Oh, that … whorse!” the Earth pony snapped. “That’s really low.” “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say there was more to that than just being mad at Lexi, Slope,” he said, raising an eyebrow. Slope started, then looked away. If she was blushing, he couldn’t see it. “We just got it out in the open, and I really don’t mind. It was just a fling for me, and they’ve got to work the rest out for themselves. I’m not really mad. We understood it wasn’t anything permanent.” “Maybe, but what if she has your foal?” Sky asked. It seemed to him she didn’t want to say it, but had to. “That’s not going to happen. Might as well show you. Come on.” He led the way in, and Slope looked around with interest. Everypony had heard rumors about Stormhawk’s quarters, and she was curious. Verdigris disappeared into the bathroom, and reappeared carrying a very large bottle in his teeth. He set it down and nodded at it. “Go ahead. Golden’s thinking the same thing, I’m sure.” Sky looked over Slope’s shoulder as she read the label. She looked at him in surprise. “I don’t get it. Why?” “Unmarried Guard and Patrol stallions have to take it, while it’s optional for married stallions. The same for Guard and Patrol mares, with obvious differences. They don’t talk about it, but ponies on leave aren’t going to stop being what they are. This makes sure they don’t leave any foals behind. We’ve got enough orphans in Canterlot without making more elsewhere.” He nodded at the bottle. “This is easier. Mares take theirs because pregnancy’s rough any time. No reason to be out of service for nine months, or end a career too soon, is there?” “Yeah, but papaya seed extract? Isn’t the Adjudin enough?” “Just to be one-hundred percent sure. In case you’re wondering, Lexi was worried, so I showed her that. It helped.” He blushed slightly. “Oh, did it help,” he muttered quietly. “Okay, but you know Golden will ask if you take it when you’re supposed to,” Slope said. “I’ve been with the Patrol four years. They make sure. No pills, no duty. It’s as simple as that. After a while, it’s routine, like brushing your teeth every morning.” He snorted. “Surestrike started requiring it for ships home-ported in Oceanside for the same reason. Once word got out, the usual bar-fillies started asking, and the deck-hooves that weren’t taking it had a lonely trip back to the boat. It’s amazing what can happen when somepony sets their mind to it.” “Didn’t somepony complain?” “At first, but then the port-side complaints went down. No more unwed mothers left behind; less trouble for the crews, ‘cause there weren’t any upset fathers looking for them. It was less expensive for the companies, ‘cause they weren’t paying some claim or other, and there’ve been some fraud cases.” He shook his head. “It’s better all around, and I’m not complaining. I’m not ready to be a father, and Honey and Grass aren’t ready to have foals yet, either.” The mares looked at each other, then at him, then at anything else. “You can’t be serious,” he groused, then smiled. “And no, I won’t call you Shirley.” Slope giggled. “Okay, sorry. Lexi got us wondering, since she didn’t seem interested in anypony at all.” Verdigris rolled his eyes. “Oh, sure, let’s give Eagle some ammunition. It’s not like I’ve gotten bored, or anything.” “Funny, I didn’t hear you complaining,” Sky snarked, grinning. Verdigris gave them a sour look. “Neither of you are too big to spank,” he grumbled. He face-hoofed when they smiled. “Why do I always seem to get the freaks?” “Oh, yeah? Really?” Slope purred. She glanced at the pendants. “Lucky you.” “That’s it. If this is some kind of joke, it’s not funny. Just go.” Both mares sauntered out, impudent smiles on their faces. When the door closed, he blinked. “Did I just get trolled?” Yes, you did, and no, I had nothing to do with it. Get out of my head. No, I don’t mean that, he quickly amended. I know. It sounds as though you need sky time. Go get some. I’ll start making arrangements for Eaglefeather here, so the transition is as smooth as possible. There was a pause. Was it my imagination, or are you attracted to one of them? Verdigris face-hoofed. Yes, it’s North Slope, and I can’t explain why. Maybe it’s because she managed to teach me something new; Moo-ay Thai is interesting and challenging. Well, don’t waste your opportunities, if you get any. They’re definitely interested in you, if what I saw is correct. All right, I’ll stop teasing you. Go fly. You could use it. I’ll see you in two weeks. Sometime again. Verdigris nodded, mostly to himself. I’ll worry about it when I have to. He walked out and headed for the high stairway. As he made his way, he noticed a rather plain black Pegasus mare standing on one of the landings, and saw her start. Who is she, and why’d she do that? I’d remember her, if we’d met. “Can I help you, miss?” Archer‘s mind raced as she searched for an innocent reply. “No, thank you. I’m here visiting my cousin,” she managed to say without stumbling. “Her name is North Slope.” “Ah, I know her. Might I ask your name?” She had no choice but tell the truth; no doubt Slope would wonder why she used an alias. “Ravenna Stallkhovich, from Stalliongrad.” His eyes narrowed, and she asked “What?” as though ignorant. “Sorry, but I’ve had a few bad experiences with ponies from there. My name’s Verdigris.” Archer managed an awed expression as they shook hooves. “Really? There’s a real pony attached to that name?” She smiled inwardly when he rolled his eyes and looked uncomfortable. Such immodest modesty, she thought. He doesn’t like attention called to it. “Yeah, well, I don’t like to make anything of it. The Guild originally wanted to use my face, but I didn’t want that. I was just on my way to do some flying,” he said. Something about her bothered him, and he couldn’t quite pin it down. “Oh, well, don’t let me keep you. I’ll be here a week, and then I’ve got to get back to work,” she replied truthfully. “Fair enough. We’ll probably run into each other a lot, depending on what’s going on. Nice meeting you.” Verdigris continued up the stairs. Stallkhovich. Why does that name seem familiar? he wondered, then dismissed it. He’d remember when it mattered. Archer watched him until he made the turn to the next flight, then stood there, thinking. He’s more than I was expecting. Taller, and bulkier, but very polite. His intelligence is very clear to see. Definitely not somepony I can take lightly. She looked downstairs and smiled. Slope was coming up, and her smile was very welcome. “Hello, cousin. How are you?” “I’m fine, Ravenna,” the Earth pony said as they hugged. “I’m so glad you came.” “As am I,” the assassin replied. “I just met a friend of yours, Verdigris.” “Oh. What do you think of him?” Archer smiled. “I think this will be an interesting visit.”