//------------------------------// // Transitions, Part One // Story: Beauty Is Where You Find It // by Verdigris //------------------------------// Chapter 20 (((()))) “Well, we all have a face that we hide away forever, and we take them out and show ourselves when everyone has gone. Some are satin, some are steel, some are silk and some are leather. They’re the faces of the Stranger, but we love to try them on.” – Billy Joel, The Stranger (The Stranger) (((()))) Over the following week, Verdigris found time was in short supply, or so it seemed. Between work in the Archives, assisting with fishing, talking with Blackhawk and Golden, getting ready for Eaglefeather’s trip to Canterlot and taking part in workouts, he didn’t seem to have a free moment. What happened to the time? Or is it just that I wasn’t really doing anything? he wondered. It didn’t help that every time he turned around – again, so it seemed – Stallkhovich was nearby. She wasn’t obviously watching him, but he thought it was too good for mere coincidence. Something was up. After lunch on the third day, he headed to the Library, intent on finding out about her antecedents. She was definitely a Hawk, but there was something else. He knew he’d heard the name before, and it niggled at him. That was his intention, until a black foreleg reached out from a doorway and grabbed his tail, halting his progress. “Please, Slope. This is getting silly. We’re not foals,” he said wearily. “Tell your aunt,” the mare replied with a grin. She sighed as he let her slip under his right wing. “We don’t see each other as much as we used to, and you’ll be gone a week after she leaves. Even you need to take a break, every now and then.” Another sigh escaped her. “Do you have to go?” “Well, maybe not that soon, but I can’t stay. I made some promises – some to me, some to family, and a few to the Princesses – and I have to keep them. I could explain, but...” he trailed off in defeat. “How long do you want me to ask for?” “Don’t be that way,” she replied softly. “I know it’s not easy being alone. When my parents were killed – well, you can imagine what I was feeling.” She snuggled against him. “I wasn’t a pretty sight.” Verdigris nodded. He knew, and that explained a lot about her. “What about Ravenna?” “She … seemed to turn to stone. Her family was killed in a train wreck ten or eleven years ago. I don’t know how, but I have the distinct feeling the so-called accident was related.” “The mob?” “In my case, yes. The Vorhoofskoy Mir. My parents refused to pay ‘protection’ for their business, and it burned down that night. They were killed while trying to save it,” Slope said after a moment of sad contemplation. “I’ve been here ever since, but I heard Trotheim finally sent them packing, after jailing and actually Clipping or Polling a few ring-leaders.” Verdigris whistled, failing to suppress a shudder. Clipping or Polling essentially took away what made a Pegasus or Unicorn what they were and all-but-destroyed their magic. It was worse than making them Earth ponies – who still had theirs – and some considered it worse than death or petrification. It was only used for the most serious crimes. “It takes a lot for that to happen. Even in the Old Times that was considered fairly extreme.” Slope nodded as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the softness and strength of his wing. “They were extremely serious about it. I may be able to go home, but your suggestion of Canterlot has me intrigued.” “The implication was, until Ravenna arrived, you didn’t have anypony else,” he replied. “At least you’d have Eaglefeather.” “I have her, and her brother Ivan, but nopony in Trotheim.” Verdigris stiffened in surprise, and she asked, “What is it?” “That’s why her name seemed familiar. Ivan’s a Royal Guard, part of the ‘Warriors of Light’.” He smiled cynically. “Stupid name, really. From what little I know about Special Operations, you don’t want to call attention to yourself.” He shook his head. “Some idiot of a noble came up with that, probably. Good thing it’s unofficial.” He paused in thought. “I guess I don’t need to go to the Library any more.” “Good. Let’s find our way to your room.” She smiled, and it was unexpectedly seductive. Verdigris was about to reply when the loud clearing of a throat echoed in the corridor. “Yes, Ravenna?” Slope started. The mare walked out of the shadows in front of them with a curious expression and steely eyes. “How did you know?” “Your voice is fairly distinctive.” Ravenna didn’t move, but kept looking at him. “Okay, I guess it’s time for the ‘over-protective relative’s threat’ speech. I’ll catch up, Slope.” She looked at her cousin resentfully, then walked away when he folded his wing. When the younger mare was out of hearing, he said, “Before you start ranting, Госпожa, let me have my say. Then you can start screaming like бабушка.” She nodded tightly, and he continued, “All right. “First, I didn’t come here with the intention of seducing Slope, or any mare. That wasn’t even on my mind.” Her gaze drifted to his pendants. “That’s right. I didn’t promise I’d stay celibate; they wouldn’t believe it. Nopony knew I was coming here, not even me. So get that off your mind. “Second, you’ve got it backwards. I didn’t pursue her. She started after I ended a brief relationship with Lexicon. Amicably, I might add. “Third, I made it clear from day one I wasn’t going to be here very long, so every mare knows any relationship will be temporary. Seems that’s how they want it, even her.” He paused, then said, “Okay, unload. I’ve probably heard worse.” She took a breath and let loose a stream of invective and profanity that seemed to last for minutes, all in Rus. His eyes widened, but he kept his expression neutral until she wound down. “Well, now I know how those are used,” he said with an admiring smile. Ravenna boggled at his response. “Have you nothing to say back?” “No. None of it’s true.” His voice hardened as he continued, “As for what you said about my father, all I have to say is it’s bad form to say that about the dead, and he’s not here to defend himself.” Ravenna just looked at him, her eyes bright with anger. “Don’t just stand there and glare at me, say something.” “Slope and my brother are all I have left, and I’m very protective of them,” she said. No. We cannot have something in common, she thought, managing not to show her distress. “Same here. Bluestreak and his cronies could come after me all they liked, but when they started on my mother and sister, that was it.” She managed a surprised expression, and he said, “I’ll tell you later, or you can look it up in the Archives. I found out the Aerie’s leadership knows what’s going on with every Hawk. Maybe even you.” He shook his head. “That doesn’t matter, right now. Will you let Slope make her own decisions and mistakes? It’s not fair to her if you don’t.” Ravenna considered, then said, “I have no problem, but I will still watch out for her. She is young and naive.” “She’s not naive,” he disagreed. “How young? I think she might have a year on me, if that.” “She is fifteen this year, so you can understand my concern.” “All right, but as I said, let her make up her own mind. I think she’s earned that.” Stallkhovich nodded and relaxed. Yes, he’s formidable, but not unbeatable, she thought. “Agreed.” She smiled unpleasantly. “I believe you may wish to hurry. She can be impatient.” He grunted a laugh. “Oh, I know that. She taught me Moo-ay Thai, and I wasn’t learning it fast enough. She knows how to get your attention. I suppose I’ll see you later,” he said, then turned and walked away. Archer watched as he made the turn, chastising herself for the slip. He knew Ivan, or knew of him, and the game would change when they compared notes. Well, perhaps not. What he’ll know I can compensate for. Nothing really changes. She paused, then smiled very slightly. At least I don’t need to worry about Slope. I may advise her to go to Canterlot. It’s the safest city in Equestria. I should know. And perhaps – No. She grimaced. I will not involve her in my business. Slope would never forgive me. She smiled. At least I have a good excuse to watch him. Archer made her way to the Archives. He’d implied they held everything, and she was going to find out how much. (((()))) When Verdigris arrived, he found the curtains had been drawn, and soft music played on his lap-top. He smiled. Well, this reverses a role or two, but I’m kinda used to that. He closed and locked the door and walked into the bedroom to find Slope lying in his bed, a small, knowing smile on her face. “Okay, I guess you’ve done this before,” he said with mild amusement. Slope nodded. “I’m also something of a romantic,” she replied. She held out her forelegs after sweeping the covers down. “Come here. I’m not completely sure, but it seems I’ve been waiting for you.” Verdigris joined her in the bed, and gently rubbed her withers. She sighed and wrapped her forelegs around him. “I’m all yours,” he said. (((()))) As the rest of the week passed, Verdigris went about his business. The Archives were done, and he’d made and sent copies to Canterlot, to Golden’s displeasure and Blackhawk’s amusement. He also explored the Aerie from peak to basement, where he’d found hundreds of sets of indigo armor, all neatly arranged on ponikins, as though awaiting the day they’d be needed. He walked among them, silently looking in awe. All were in excellent to perfect condition, and he wondered who’d done the work. What didn’t surprise him was Stormhawk’s was missing. Its empty space seemed to be a challenge, and a warning. He found Goshawk’s, and smiled to himself. It wasn’t in a place of honor, but was set in the Commander’s position, and it hadn’t been repaired. It also seemed to make a statement, though it would probably be lost on anypony else: It’s over. He shook his head. I definitely think it’s time for the Indigo to be seen again. The question is when. Hoof-steps to his rear made him turn, and he saw Slope and Ravenna looking around in awe. He stood there until they reached his position and said, “Kinda sad, isn’t it?” “I’ll say,” the Earth pony replied softly. “I thought you were joking when you said you could see hundreds of ponies wearing these.” She stopped beside a suit that looked as though it had been made for her and looked at it thoughtfully. “I wonder if Golden ever planned for them to be used again.” Ravenna tilted her head to one side, looking at him curiously. “How could you say that?” “I have blood memories from that time.” He looked at the neat rows neutrally. “Stormhawk is my direct ancestor, and before you ask, I didn’t know until I got here. My brother said he thought that should have been my name after the lightning strike.” He paused as he looked down the rows of suits again. “I’m going to try to bring some honor back to the name, but not make up for his crimes. There’s too much blood on his hooves, and he deserves to be forgotten, but to do that, somepony’s got to give the name a new meaning. Guess who?” he finished with an amused snort. “I do not envy you that at all,” Stallkhovich said sincerely. “Do you feel it’s necessary?” Verdigris stood there, lost in thought for a moment. “I don’t know for sure, but I’m gonna try, since the name’s attached to me, now. My own doing, my own fault. Sometimes you need another name to do the stuff nopony wants to hear about.” He didn’t see her flinch. “That’s for another day.” He turned and walked to the entrance, and they followed after a few moments. When they reached the public areas, Blackhawk was waiting. Verdigris gave him a sour look. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say Golden was just a figurehead.” The stone-grey Unicorn smiled. “You wouldn’t be the first.” He nodded to the Armory. “I’m surprised you didn’t take a suit. What you said the other day made me think so.” “I’m pretty sure if Celestia saw me, she’d faint. I don’t know what Luna would do, and I don’t want to find out.” Verdigris glanced back and shook his head. “Maybe, but not right now. If any of them even fit.” The quartet walked back to the upper levels in silence after ‘Hawk nodded to the mares, each lost in their own thoughts. “So, Eaglefeather leaves in a few days, and then you’re gone the following week.” He glanced back at Slope. “Maybe two. Are you ready for the outside world?” “Ready or not, I can’t stay much longer. Some stuff can’t wait. I’ve been told I’m going to visit a while before I go back to Oceanside, and it’s not optional.” Verdigris chuckled ruefully. “Having Celestia as your god-Dam isn’t all fun and games.” Archer gave him a raised-eyebrow glance. “I can’t imagine it, one way or another.” The fact he was willing to talk about it worked in her favor, but she was genuinely interested. “You’re not part of the hierarchy?” His reply regarding the nobility via his detailed thoughts into the make-up of their family trees – in Rus – made her face burn. He learns quickly, she thought as Slope giggled. “I hope your amusement isn’t directed at me.” “N-no, it’s just the look on your face,” Slope replied between chuckles. “Besides the blush, your eyes got bigger than I thought they ever would.” “That’s nothing,” Verdigris countered. “Luna’s and Celestia’s get bigger for less reason. They’re just not used to plain, old-fashioned rough language.” He smiled. “For a given value of rough, of course.” Blackhawk’s reply was only to click his tongue, which made the others laugh. “Okay, somepony’s having a good time,” Golden’s voice said as she came around a corner. “Nothing to worry about. I was just giving everypony a crash-course on how to think of the nobles in Canterlot,” Verdigris said with a grin. “I’m sure,” the Pegasus replied drily. “Is everything about ready for ‘Feather’s trip?” “Just about.” Verdigris looked at her for a moment as they walked into the commissary. “Sorry about some of the things I said, Golden. I can’t change how I feel, and I really don’t think I should.” “No, it’s all right. I’ve been thinking about it for the past few weeks, and you’re right. I over-stepped my bounds. It’s hard to know when to delegate when you’re worried.” Archer followed the conversation with interest. This was a side of Verdigris she hadn’t seen: The quiet thinker. Most of what she’d heard centered around his combative side. Definitely not what I was expecting. The Speaker would never believe it. (((()))) That evening, Verdigris stood on the practice field, looking north toward the Griffin lands. Something had brought him out, and he wasn’t entirely sure until he remembered being told about the occasional trouble-makers appearing and pushing ponies around. That’s not going to fly anymore, he thought. No bucking way. He didn’t turn when he heard soft hoof-steps behind him; the timing and rhythm told him who it was. “Evening, Raven. You don’t mind if I use that, I hope.” Archer smiled as she stopped at his side. “No, I don’t.” She followed his gaze. “Yes, they can be a problem. I’ve seen it in my travels more than once.” “Doing?” “I’m an archery instructor, and I go where the students are, when they can’t come to me,” she replied. There was some truth to that, as she supplemented her income by teaching part of her craft while gathering intelligence. “It may not look that way, but I’ve had my share of run-ins with them. They’re not to be taken lightly.” “Oh, I know. Some of my memories come from Gyrfalcon. He spent half his life fighting seemingly endless skirmishes with them.” His eyes narrowed. “Like I told a few ponies, if they do any of that where I can see it, I’ll send them home Plucked. Maybe the ties aren’t as close, but this is my family. What good are you if you don’t stand up for your family?” She nodded. It was becoming hard to separate herself from this assignment, and she realized coming to the Aerie was probably a mistake. Despite her precautions, she was developing empathy for him. She wondered if the slight Presence he held was responsible, and if he was even aware of it. She had to leave, before something made her reveal her real mission. “While I’d like to spend more time here, I have to leave,” she said. “Slope will be disappointed, but life goes on, and bills must be paid.” He grunted a laugh. “Too right, as my uncle says. He told me life doesn’t care what plans you make, ‘cause it’s got its own. Something like that.” “Then I will see you and Slope for breakfast. Good night.” She walked back, and was soon lost in the darkness. Verdigris kept looking north, until he felt a familiar Presence. “Luna,” he said as she alighted beside him. “Verdigris,” she said before hugging him. “Who was that? ‘Tis not Slope, but she seemed like her.” “That’s Ivan’s sister and her cousin Ravenna. She’s visiting.” “Ah, yes,” the Night Princess replied as she leaned against him. She looked north, following his gaze. “Yes, the Griffins. We have heard what they have done here, but taking action was not on our agenda. Too many other matters.” “Stop apologizing. You didn’t know until about a month ago, and Celestia’s trying to keep the peace. Just like nine-hundred years ago, both sides. I’m not going to let it get that far. We don’t need that again.” “Mayhap that could turn and bite thee,” she said. “Maybe. We’ll see when the Reluctant Prince kicks their sorry flanks back across the border,” he replied ironically. “This isn’t just for Equestria, Luna. The ponies in Condorosa are my family, too.” His eyes hardened. “I got a letter from Twilight a few days ago, and one of the things she told me about was Gilda’s visit. If that can happen in Ponyville, it can here. I won’t stand for it.” Luna nodded. “Aye, agreed.” They sat down and slipped a wing around each other’s shoulders. “Is all in readiness for thine aunt’s journey?” He nodded. “Good. Honey has been looking forward to it. Thou wert right, she cannot turn her back, and thy mother is willing to help.” She gave him a side-long glance. “Celly and I will be here to collect her. What thou hast told us of the Aerie requires a visit, though unofficially. We agree the Indigo needs to be seen again. ‘Twill do much to restore thy Clan’s morale.” “And that has absolutely nothing to do with strengthening the northern defenses.” Luna giggled. “’Struth, but Celly and I believe both goals are worthy. Thy Clan, from what thou hast related, needs this. Ponies live on pride as much as food. Which problem thou hast also helped rectify. Thou hast done so much, yet wish not to be known for it. Wherefore?” “I don’t need the glory or whatever you want to call it. It has to be done, so why make noise?” He looked up at the stars. “I mean, anypony can have the recognition, but it brings a lot of nonsense along. Famous ponies never seem to have any time for themselves. They might like the fame, but are they happy with it? I just want a quiet life. Yes, I know, but the Comet’s not that well-known. My products? Nopony’s ever seen my face, and most think the name’s made up; I’ve seen the reactions. I like not being known. I can go about my business without being harassed. That’s more important than you’d think, Luna. You might want recognition, but I can’t deal with it.” “Thou make it sound so insecure and neurotic,” Luna reproved. Verdigris only looked at her, then back up. “Aye, ‘tis probably true, but only thou find attention unwanted. I wanted what Celly had, as I have told thee.” “I know, but making a lot of noise about your accomplishments seems so foalish,” he replied. “Maybe if it’s something new or ground-breaking, but really. If the job needs to be done, why not just do it? Is it just the money and fame that matter?” He shook his head. She looked at him, marveling how he could be so many ponies at once, or so it seemed. “Hast Celly mentioned the future to thee?” He shrugged. “Thou wilt eventually take thy place at our sides, Verdigris. It is inevitable.” “I still have a long way to go, and I really don’t want to think about it. You told me I shouldn’t worry about anything until I have to. Why mention it now?” “Thou must keep it in mind, as thy reputation will follow thee forever, as I know all too well. Ponies will think only of Nightmare Moon when my name is mentioned for some time to come. It would behoove thee to prevent that possibility, if thou wish to avoid my fate.” She looked at him for a long moment. “Thou hast the potential, as the name Stormhawk is linked to mine, and not only here. One slip is all ‘twould be required, e’en an thou recover. Once lost, trust is ne’er re-gained.” She sighed. “’Tis hard, but my name is becoming less a way to frighten foals into behaving, but I cannot yet rest. ‘Twill take much work, and I would not have thee suffer it. If thou art lonely and isolated now, ‘twill be much, much worse, an thou let it. Please heed my warning.” Verdigris nuzzled her. “I hope I can live up to your faith in me. Both of you. That’s one reason why I’m staying out of sight. Maybe I can keep from being noticed, but that doesn’t mean I’ll ignore what you just told me. You’re right, as bad as I might think I have it, there’s always worse.” “Then thou wilt move into the light, instead of the half-light?” “Maybe. The half-light isn’t bad. I live in both worlds, and each has its beauty, as you well know. As wonderful as the day is, you can’t see the stars. Fireflies only appear at night. Nightingales only sing after dusk. The list goes on,” he said. “You can’t appreciate the night without the day, and vice versa.” He shrugged. “They’ll figure it out. It’ll just take time.” They sat there for about an hour, then Luna said, “I must go. Night Court begins shortly, and Octavia is performing in an orchestrated version of Beethoofen’s Moonlight Sonata; ‘tis not to be missed.” She stood as he withdrew his wing. “Speaking of music, what art thy tastes?” “They’re eclectic. Some of the classics, some modern. Mostly what’s been produced by Treble Cliff and Back Beat.” He grinned. “Or Omnius and Michael, if you prefer.” He shook his head. “They think they’re being so clever, but the music they supposedly wrote isn’t what ponies would write. They brought it from home, didn’t they?” Luna smiled. “Aye, thou mayest be considered too smart for thine own good. What were the clues?” “Like I said, it’s too different. Even DJ PON-3’s stuff is still pony music. There’s a certain feel to it. I can’t be more specific than that. You can just tell.” “Hmm, I shall have to listen. What dost thou recommend?” “Treble Cliff’s Magic of the Unicorns and Wings of Pegasai, and Back Beat’s Rage Against the Dying of the Light and Not With a Bang, But A Whimper. They’re good samples of human music.” Verdigris didn’t move at her soft gasp. “It must have been a job and a half to adjust it for ponies to understand, but it’s great stuff.” “Surely he did not reveal himself. No, I did not call thee Shirley,” Luna cut him off as he was about to speak. Verdigris chuckled. “It couldn’t last. He did, but as the Wolf. He came here after he told you he had to leave.” He looked up at the stars. “I miss him, mostly because he couldn’t visit often.” Verdigris looked at her. “Are we really that much alike?” She nodded. “Though from different worlds, it is as though thou art brothers. Not completely alike, but not very different.” “I won’t ask any more. I think I know what I need to.” To her inquiring gaze, he replied, “I can’t explain. Not yet. I don’t have all the information.” Luna nodded and pulled him to his hooves. “Celly and I will be back near noon-time. Enough to refresh myself.” She nuzzled him. “Thy return to Canterlot cannot come soon enough, Verdigris. Truthfully. I am sure, now.” She put a hoof over his mouth. “Say nought; thou art still uncertain. I have sufficient patience, so thou need not worry. Until then.” She stepped back, smiled and leaped off the shelf, vanishing into the night. Verdigris stared into the darkness, then sighed, turned and walked back inside. Archer stepped out of the shadows ten yards away, her gaze thoughtful. No, nothing can be done. Not yet. I need more information, and if I saw that right, Luna’s on his side. She looked in the direction the Princess had gone. No, it’s too complicated, at least now. (((()))) Verdigris woke up to find Slope standing on the balcony, looking at the rising sun. “Good morning.” She turned and smiled. “Yes, it is.” She chuckled as he got up. “You need to comb your mane. It looks like … I’m not really sure, but it’s a mess.” He shook his head, and the unruly growth settled into place. “They weren’t kidding about it being too long.” He walked out and nuzzled her. “Well, let’s get ready for breakfast. I heard they had strawberries. You get the bathroom first.” Slope looked at him curiously. “Are you sure?” “Yeah. I’ll just take in the sun for a few minutes.” When she closed the door, he glanced up at the sun. Good morning, god-Dam. Good morning, god-son. Ready for the day? I am. Not sure about anypony else, he replied. I didn’t tell anypony you were coming. You should catch them as they really are, instead of some carefully-prepared reception. I thought you’d appreciate that. He felt her smile. Somepony’s been paying attention. Good. Yes, I’d like to see them as they are. That tells me more of what I need to know. There was a pause. Honey and your mom want to come. Objections? He thought briefly. No, not really. Even if I did, would it matter? You know I’ll take your feelings into account, but I couldn’t say no. She hasn’t said, but Honey misses you very much. So do Grass and your family. I’m sure you’ll be happy to see them. He felt another smile. And I think letting Slope meet them couldn’t hurt. Are you sure she should come to Canterlot? Definitely. There are more opportunities there, and I don’t think the Vory will leave her be. Any word about who’s checking me out? He felt a sigh. Nothing since the last. Whoever Speaker is, he or she is playing it close. I’m glad you’re taking care of Slope, even if you can’t be together. Well, any more than Honey, Grass and Luna will tolerate, she finished, her smile visible in his minds’ eye. You may never get any sleep. Verdigris chuckled. We’ll see. I’ve got to get ready for breakfast. I’ll see you when I see you, god-Dam. Until then, god-son. Contact faded, and Verdigris walked inside. A few minutes later, Slope walked out, drying her mane. “It’s all yours, and I left you some hot water,” she said with a grin. “I’m sure. I’ll be out soon.” (((()))) Ravenna sat in the commissary, watching the ponies as she ate. She felt a slight twinge of jealousy, mostly due to how care-free everypony seemed. No worries beyond what the day might bring, or perhaps a training accident. But it’s so limited here, and little or no news from outside. It can’t be what Goshawk intended. Withdraw from the conflicts, perhaps, but not disappear. Two ponies interrupted her thoughts as they joined her at the table. “Good morning, cousin,” Slope said cheerfully. “Morning, Raven,” Verdigris added. She looked at them with an indulgent little smile. “Thank you.” Both ponies looked at her in confusion. “For bathing this morning. Perhaps I should have mentioned your balcony’s not far from mine, and you were, how can I say it? Audible. Yes, very audible. I’m surprised you didn’t start an avalanche.” Verdigris face-hoofed as Slope blushed. Ravenna chuckled. “It’s all right. At least I know you’re keeping your promise, Verdigris.” “Thanks, I think,” the stallion replied awkwardly. “We didn’t make you uncomfortable, I hope.” “Briefly, until I found an accommodating Earth pony. I have to say you were inspiring.” “Oh, please stop,” Slope half-moaned. Ravenna put a hoof on her cousin’s. “Consider that re-payment for the teasing you gave me two years ago.” Slope face-hoofed, and her cousin continued, “I told you one day that would come back to haunt you. I’ll refrain from being smug.” “Princess Celestia doesn’t like it when ponies crowd on her trolling rights,” Verdigris said dead-pan. “I don’t doubt that, but this is family, so it’s fine.” Verdigris blinked in surprise, then nodded thoughtfully. “I’m glad you see it my way.” Lexi and Card arrived and joined them, followed by Eaglefeather. “One word that sounds like trolling, and I’ll prank somepony,” Verdigris warned. “Wouldn’t dream of it,” Lexi replied. “But then, I have some sense of decorum.” Ravenna chuckled, then stifled it in her tea. “Seriously, were you testing the valley’s acoustics or something?” Verdigris glared at her, then smiled. “So, I take it everypony took advantage of the noise level to get it out of their systems?” Card blushed furiously while Lexi rolled her eyes. “Get your shots in while you can. I won’t be here after two weeks.” “I thought you were leaving the following week,” ‘Feather said. “So did I, but I was told everypony wanted me to stay longer, so I’d be calmer,” he replied. When she looked at him questioningly, he amplified, “Luna was here last night. Apparently, mom thinks the Aerie’s taking care of some of my troubles, and I can’t say she’s wrong.” He pinned Lexi with a glare. “With exceptions.” “Excuse me,” Slope said very softly as she stood. She walked away normally, but then broke into a run and started crying. Everypony stared after her, except for Verdigris, who closed his eyes and clenched his teeth. “I think we went too far,” Ravenna said sadly. “It’s still a little new for her, and she wasn’t ready for the teasing.” “That goes without saying,” Eaglefeather replied, favoring Lexi and Card with a cool look. “What’s going on?” Golden asked when she and Blackhawk arrived. “What’s with Slope?” “Ask them,” Verdigris said as he stood up. “If nopony else needs me, I’ll be trying to calm her down. Excuse me,” he finished coldly. He walked out, giving them a disdainful tail-flick. “That could have gone better,” ‘Feather said to nopony in particular. (((()))) Verdigris trotted down the hall, following the trail of confused ponies in Slope’s wake. Dammit, they just had to keep going. At least Ravenna had the good grace to feel sorry, he thought as he reached the High Stair. He stopped, pictured the practice ground and teleported. He appeared just as Slope arrived, threw herself to the grass and bawled miserably. He walked over quietly, not wanting to upset her any more. “You okay?” he asked. “N-no, not really,” she replied between sobs. “Why did they do that?” “I know I didn’t help, and I’m sorry,” he said as he laid beside her. “I know it wasn’t your first time, but I guess you’re still getting used to everything, right?” She nodded as she wiped her eyes. “Okay, I was a jerk. I should have stopped them.” “It’s not your fault. I’ll just have to grow a thicker skin.” Verdigris nodded and nuzzled her. “You know I’d love to stay, but I can’t, Slope. I’ve got plans, too.” “I don’t want to hold you here, and I’ve been seriously thinking about Canterlot. Are you sure I can’t go back to Trotheim?” “Not if I know the Vory as I think I do,” he replied with a sigh. “From what you and Ravenna told me, I’d be surprised if they did. We might not be meant to stay together, but I’m not going to let you get hurt if I can stop it. You’re like my sister, and I’d do just about anything for her.” “That sounds a little creepy,” she told him. “I said ‘just about’,” he said pointedly. “You’d like Freewind. Celestia once said it was like the sun came down and became mortal, and she’s right.” He smiled. “Any time I was feeling down, she brought me out of it.” “That sounds good.” She tilted her head to one side. “You said you have a brother.” “Firelance. He’s almost as serious as I can be, but he knows when to stop it and just be a colt. It doesn’t help that we’re all over-achievers.” He shrugged. “Blame Celestia. She didn’t want mom and dad to worry about Trot-Hoof ever again, and I guess that’s part of it.” “Stop that. Maybe that’s part of it, but the rest is all you,” Slope replied with a wicked grin. Hoof-steps brought them out of their conversation to see Sky Bolt walking up. “Are you okay, Slope?” she asked. “I’ll be all right. I just wasn’t ready for that much teasing.” She looked around to see the others slowly approaching, and asked, “Work-out time?” Sky nodded, and Slope grinned unpleasantly. “Oh, really?” Verdigris saw the mean little smile, and stood up when she did. “Hey,” he said softly. “Don’t break any ponies. Lexi, Raven and Card aren’t here, and they didn’t mean to do that,” he finished when the group arrived. “Besides, I’ve got an idea.” He trotted to Sky’s side and said something Slope couldn’t quite hear; all she caught was “indigo”, but it had no context. The Pegasus looked at him skeptically. “Are you sure?” “You can’t just put on a suit and go fight. Or fly, for that matter,” he replied. “If you’re going to use the armor again, you’ll need to get used to how it feels, and learn to move in it,” he finished, and Slope understood what he meant. “Y’know, that’s not a bad idea, Sky,” Sparrowhawk said thoughtfully. “I mean, we’re supposed to be learning to fight, not bleed.” Sky nodded. “Okay, I see that. Come on.” (((()))) Golden, ‘Hawk and ‘Feather sat in the commissary, talking about what was likely to come after Ravenna took her leave and asked them to convey her regrets to Slope. The topics ranged from the potential influx of ponies Verdigris mentioned to feeding and housing them, to training them. While she didn’t know much about the Guards, ‘Feather’s knowledge of the Patrol’s methods was helpful. After a few hours, a teal-green Earth pony trotted up. “Golden, you’ve got to see this,” he said excitedly. “What’s the big deal about work-outs, Cliff?” she asked. “They’re wearing the Indigo,” he replied, his eyes glinting with energy. He almost danced in place. “Come on.” He turned and trotted away without waiting, and ponies who’d overheard got up and followed him; his mood was infectious, and they were curious. “He can’t be serious,” Golden said as she stood. “Who’s idea was – ” She face-hoofed. “Your nephew’s getting to be a pain in the tail, ‘Feather.” “Only getting?” the Oceansider replied with a grin. “He’s Patrol. Who else can show them how it’s done?” The Clan Leader shrugged. “Point. Might as well go see what he’s gotten us into.” “About time,” Blackhawk said. “You can’t say you don’t want to see this. The Indigo being worn for the first time in who knows how long? I’d pay real money.” ‘Feather giggled as they walked. “Don’t let Verdigris hear that. He might charge admission.” Golden flinched. “Not helping.” (((()))) They arrived to find the field crowded with onlookers. Ponies made room as Golden made her way to the field, and she arrived at the edge of the clear space to see a dozen-plus ponies lined up, every one wearing the Indigo armor that was the Hawks’ marque. Verdigris walked among them, making adjustments, and there was the occasional gasp, to which he replied, “Yep, but you’ll get used to it.” Verdigris wasn’t wearing armor, and Golden assumed it was because of his size. He stood nearly as tall as Princess Celestia, from what she’d heard, and none of the suits would fit. Probably have to make him a set – hmm, that’s an idea, she thought. I think he’d like that. I’ve got to admit, they look good. After he’d made his inspection, he said, “Okay, start getting used to it, and go slowly. You need to learn to move in it, and you can hurt yourself if you don’t.” He stepped back, and the ponies began testing their limits; Sky and the other Pegasai tested their wings, both for freedom of movement and getting airborne. “Hold off, Sky,” Verdigris said. “You’ll need a spotter, and guess who that has to be.” Sky Bolt gave him a pert smile. “Gee, that sounds like a real chore,” she seemed to purr. She ignored Slope’s mild glare. “It could be,” he replied, ignoring the veiled innuendo. “Nopony’s going to crash on my watch.” Blackhawk leaned close to Golden and murmured, “Look at their faces. I’m not sure I believe it.” She did, and the expressions on all her ponies was that of pride and longing. Do they all want to be part of this? Wow, I almost can’t believe it, either. “I see what you mean,” she replied softly. “Oh, Celestia, I can’t blame them, ‘Hawk. I know how they feel,” she finished, half-choking with teary near-joy. “I wasn’t sure I would.” “Hey, c’mere,” ‘Hawk said, sliding up close to her. “Lean on me.” She did, and he nuzzled her. “Yeah, I think he was right all along. We need this, Golden.” “What, all of us, or you and me?” “Yep,” he replied. “Verdigris may not be the smoothest operator, but I think the shake-up is a good thing.” As they watched, ponies broke up into pairs, except for the Pegasai, who carefully tested their wings under the unaccustomed weight, then flew with Verdigris accompanying them. They weren’t long flights, just enough to get used to the armor, but their confidence grew as they took turns, and they beamed proudly as they flew by to cheers from the gathered ponies. Verdigris took as much time as his charges wanted, making sure they didn’t strain or over-extend themselves as they grew comfortable. He’d start the one-on-one soon, but this was just another learning experience that happened to be fun and exciting. He had some help from Eaglefeather; he watched her escort High Dive, and nodded to himself. She’ll be fine, and she’s ready, he thought as Sky Bolt stopped beside him. “Something else, eh?” “I’m so happy and grateful I’m likely to drag you to the ground right now,” she replied. He did a double-take to catch her mischievous smile. “I’m not that serious. And don’t call me Shirley,” she said with a slight chuckle. “Yep, it couldn’t last,” he replied with a shrug. “I think we should stop the flights in a few minutes. Silversides is looking a little tired.” He glanced around as the other ponies sparred and practiced, all of them with a greater intensity than he remembered seeing. “We can let the sparring go for another hour.” Bolt nodded. “Lunchtime after that.” She grinned as “her” ponies pushed themselves. “They’re going to be hungry, and tired.” “Yeah, but a good kind of tired,” ‘Feather said as she walked to their side. “They remind me of foals at Hearths’-Warming.” Her smile slipped briefly, but she shook off the slight sadness. “It’s good to see.” Verdigris looked up when he felt two familiar Presences. “Your ride’s here, ‘Feather. Time for a surprise or four.” “What?” She followed his gaze to see a flight of Pegasus Guards escorting a large and rather famous carriage. “Oh, no. You didn’t.” “No, they told me they were coming to have a look around. Unofficially,” he said as he stopped Sky from warning anypony. “They wanted to see everypony as they are. Remember what I said about how they want to be treated?” Sky nodded. “Play it that way. Bow if you want, but no fawning. They hate that.” “Seriously?” Sky asked. He nodded. “Okay, but we’ll need to make room.” “I think that’s taken care of,” ‘Feather said as the Pegasai passed over, landed at the north side and cleared a space. She looked at her nephew suspiciously. “There’s something you’re not telling me.” “Why spoil the surprise?” “What’s going on here?” Golden asked as she trotted up with Blackhawk in tow. “You said Eaglefeather was going back, not that Celestia was visiting.” “I’m only going to say this once, so pay attention. I was told they’d be coming, and to keep it quiet,” Verdigris replied. “Yes, both of them. They’re not here officially, so calm down.” He paused as the murmuring started, then ended after a collective gasp when Celestia and Luna stepped out, followed by Honey and Gemstone. He looked around after a nagging feeling. “Where’s Ravenna?” “She left not long after you did,” Eaglefeather replied. “She asked us to tell Slope she was sorry, but she had to go.” “Yeah, she mentioned that,” Verdigris said as ponies began bowing to the Princesses, who accepted graciously. “Wake up, Golden. You’re on.” He looked at the Guards, and noticed one looking at him as though trying to identify him. Who’s that? He looks familiar, but then don’t they all? He shrugged. I’ll figure it out later. He refocused on here and now when Celestia walked up. The Princess looked at him with a smile, then turned to Golden. “Hello, Golden Eagle. I trust my god-son has been behaving himself.” The Pegasus glanced at him with a mildly sour expression. “You can rest assured he has, your Highness,” she replied ironically. Celestia chuckled. “Yes, he does get into trouble.” She looked at the ponies in armor, who now stood at ease, watching. “I can see some now. Would you introduce me, please?” “She’d be delighted, god-mother,” Verdigris replied smugly. “I’m just the instigator.” Both Princesses giggled slightly. “Of course.” Celestia followed Golden and Blackhawk, while Honey Bunch, Luna and Gemstone joined them. Luna and Honey hugged him with barely-restrained passion, while his mother looked him over carefully. She didn’t say anything, but her expression asked the question. “I’m okay, mom. I haven’t felt this good in a while.” Gemstone smiled, then hugged him. “I was worried. You just disappeared.” “Did you find out from Birch?” She nodded. “Then you know why. I think I was ready to snap, and I know why. ‘Lance was right, mom. Maybe I should have been named Stormhawk.” The glimmer in his eyes told her a lot. “I can deal with it, now that I know.” “Wait, what are you talking about?” Honey asked as Gemstone nodded sadly. “What was erased can be restored, Honey,” ‘Feather replied, looking at her step-daughter frankly. “Verdigris discovered he’s Stormhawk’s direct descendant.” She nodded when Honey looked at him in disbelief. “It’s true,” he said quietly as the Guards passed by. “Celestia confirmed it, as did Luna,” he added, looking at the Night Princess steadily. “Aye, ‘tis so,” Luna confirmed in a murmur. “Howe’er, thine ancestor holds no sway over thee thou dost not allow.” She looked towards the entrance. “Whilst thee and thine make arrangements, Gemstone, may I borrow Verdigris? I have need of an escort. There is something I must see.” Gemstone looked, then understood and nodded. “We’ll get ‘Feather’s belongings and meet you here, your Highness. Luna,” she corrected at the Princess’ glance. As the Alicorns walked away, Honey asked, “What’s going on?” “Stormhawk was once her military advisor,” Sky Bolt said, breaking her silence. “Verdigris seems to think he’s part of the reason why she turned. I can’t say I think he’s wrong, either.” “He’s – he’s not going to – ” Honey broke off. Every Pegasus knew about Stormhawk, as they did the Lunar Rebellion. “No, I don’t think so,” Bolt replied as she removed her helmet. “He’s too self-controlled. I’ve seen it before, once or twice. He should be fine.” (((()))) They strode through the Aerie in silence, and the ponies gave them a respectful berth. Though some were unnerved to see Luna, Verdigris’ presence told them it was all right. He led the way down, sensing what she wanted to see; it was almost as though she’d said. Soon they reached the basement, and Luna stopped when she saw the suits. It took an effort of will for her to continue. She walked down the aisle, occasionally stopping at a suit here and there, as though remembering the pony who wore it last. When she reached Goshawk’s suit, she surprised Verdigris by bowing to it. “Thou wert right to warn me,” she said softly. “He was everything thou said, and I was blinded by his soft words and false kindness. I hope thou canst forgive me.” Luna turned away and hugged Verdigris as she cried silently. He stood there, ignoring everything except her. Finally, he asked silently, Will you be all right? I know not. I remember the Aerie in its glory, and to see this is heartbreaking, she replied. She tightened her grip. Please tell me thou wilt resist the feelings he and thou share, Verdigris. I could not bear for history to repeat itself. “Hey,” he said softly. When she looked up, he continued, “You were right about staying a little longer. Both of you. Now that I know, I can deal with everything. Knowing why gives me how and what. I should be fine. Provided they let me be, but you knew that.” “Please do not follow that path,” she replied. He nuzzled her. “I can’t promise I won’t, Luna. Sometimes you have to walk into the dark to keep what’s there away from what you love.” She nodded. “Tread carefully.” (((()))) Celestia’s listened to Golden’s answers with half-an-ear; she could feel Luna’s distress, and knew what caused it. She’d never mentioned the details, but what Verdigris had told her in the past few weeks filled in a few blanks. She gave the Pegasus her full attention when she mentioned the Griffins. There had apparently been a raid on Condorosa the night before, and it wasn’t general knowledge. “I’m surprised you didn’t tell Verdigris,” Tango commented. “He’d have done something.” “That’s why I didn’t,” Golden replied. “We got the full story on what happened in Oceanside, and there was no way I wanted that here. He’d have thrashed them, and they’d have retaliated. I hate to say it, but we’re not ready. Maybe, maybe in a week, but I can’t take the risk. Training, enthusiasm and armor aren’t enough.” “You sell yourselves too short,” Stallkhovich replied after walking up and listening. “What I have seen tells me unless they send a full Wing, you can match them.” “Are you sure?” Celestia asked, her expression neutral. “As sure as you, Commander.” He didn’t flinch when she scowled. Though she’d led ponies in war, it was long ago, and her enthusiasm for combat had long since been quenched with the blood of her ponies. He stepped back and said, “I know, but we must be realistic, your Highness. Another week, and I believe we can say the Indigo is back.” Celestia had to agree with his assessment. “As you say, but I do not wish to be called that again, Ivan. There’s too much hurt connected with that title. I’ll have to find a successor, but I’m in no hurry,” she finished, pinning him with her gaze. “Drop it.” Stallkhovich bowed and retreated. Celestia took a deep breath and let it go slowly, then turned to Golden. “That aside, I like what I’ve seen, so far. However, it’s time to come out into the light again. You’ve got a good start, and you should continue, all the way. Verdigris is right, seeing the Hawks again should put the Griffins’ ambitions – if any – on hold. I won’t have repeat of nine-hundred years ago. Yes, I know, peace backed up by war readiness. That doesn’t mean we should provoke them. Defend yourselves, but don’t go any further.” Celestia’s eyes went distant as she looked out over the valley. “We’ve already lost enough.” She shook herself, then said, “I don’t mean to impose, but we left Canterlot just after breakfast. May we?” Golden bowed. “Princess, we’d be honored. It’s been too long.” She smiled. “I think Verdigris would say we had rocks in our heads if we weren’t.” Celestia chuckled. “I see you’re getting to know him. Any regrets?” “Every few minutes. I don’t see how you put up with him.” The Day Princess conceded with a nod and a smile. “Please lead the way. Tango, we’re away from the flag. Have fun, but not too much.” The Pegasus smiled. “Guess I’ll have to find something quiet to do. Thank you, Princess.” He looked at Stallkhovich. “He’s going to take some convincing, though.” “He’s from Stalliongrad. They’re all that way. Give him time.” Celestia nodded, and Golden led the way inside. (((()))) Ivan was finishing his lunch when saw the strange Alicorn again, walking by on some errand. Not wanting to let the opportunity slip by, he approached in a friendly but respectful manner. “Excuse me,” he said. Verdigris nearly jumped out of his skin but kept his composure, turned and greeted the strange stallion. The fact that he’d snuck up on him strongly screamed military, most likely special forces. Either way, few ponies can do that, he thought. Me and Luna, being two of them, Celestia chimed in his head. Quiet you. Can I trust him? he asked in a more serious tone. Yes, you can. He once foiled an assassination attempt by unicorn extremists. They found an old spell of mine that hides an individual’s presence from an Alicorn. I'm was surprised they got it to work, since Alicorn Magic is extremely powerful and complicated, she said. With that she broke the link. He turned his attention towards to the strange stallion. “Can I help you?” “Verdigris, right? I’m Ivan Stallkhovich, Captain of the ‘Warriors of Light’, Royal Guard.” Verdigris started, then smiled sourly. "Something wrong?" "Yes, you’re Rus and you just missed your sister Ravenna." Ivan stiffened, and Verdigris took the plunge. “I’m not the only one with problems.” “Yes. Let’s just say that she and I don't see eye to eye, and leave it at that.” The two started walking from the commissary when Ivan said, “It seems you don't like Rus ponies.” “I’ve had a few bad experiences with them,” Verdigris replied. “Do you hate us?” The question caught Verdigris off-guard. Do I? Celestia and Luna know I have good reasons to. No. No, I don’t. He thought about his answer for a moment and replied, "Only those who try to harm me and mine. In case you’re wondering, I’m not afraid of the Vory," he said carefully. “You should be,” Ivan replied. Verdigris looked at him with obvious disbelief. “Why?” “For one, the Vory is very old, dating back to the times of the War of the Princesses. Two, they never forget a slight, so they haven't forgotten what you did to Bronyiev. The only reason they stopped harassing you and yours is because they’re still figuring out how to handle you. Three, they have very deep pockets and are no doubt scouring Equestria – if not the whole planet – for an answer to you, and the fact that you have friends in high places doesn't help with their search. But mark my words, they will find it, even if it takes forty years.” “Let them come,” Verdigris said coldly. Forty years. Big whoop. I’ll just out-live them. Ivan shook his head. “You don't understand, товарищ. This will only escalate, and yes I have read the reports, including classified ones. They come after you, and you go after them. Each of you have reasons to hurt the other and the violence between you and them will escalate, then all too soon your reasons start to become excuses, and in the end all you'll care about is getting back at them. You may even be responsible for the destruction of Canterlot, and if it happens, you'll be blind to it. Your anger will see to that.” “That will ne – ” “Never happen? I'm pretty sure Luna said the same before she became Nightmare Moon,” Ivan replied. “It will happen to you too, unless you choose otherwise. That's what it boils down too: a choice.” Verdigris and Ivan stopped and stared at each other. “So you're saying I'm bringing this down on my own head.” “You are. The first time around, yes, you had reasons. The Vory killed and harmed your family on Bronyiev’s orders, and you acted correctly. The second time, you did not. Yes, you protected a friend, and you felt you had no choice, but you did. You could have called Celestia for help. I'm pretty solid in my belief she would have given you aid.” “There was nopony around when I saved Tatya, so I really had no choice,” Verdigris replied. He saw the trap Stallkhovich was trying to lay, and played along. You’re in for a surprise, Ivan. That wouldn’t have solved anything. Sorry. “But yet, you forget that Celestia and Luna can teleport other ponies over vast distances. No, you chose to go it alone when you took on those hit-ponies. The truth is, there’s part of you that likes the power Celestia gave you, that likes playing the role of loose cannon. Mark my words, this Stormhawk side of yours will lead you into an untenable situation, if you’re not careful.” Verdigris was angry, but he couldn't deny there was cold, hard truth to Ivan's words. If anything, his respect for the Rus pony’s honesty grew. Ivan was a pony worth getting to know. Plus, he's not afraid to speak his mind. “You're a Hawk,” he said. Ivan nodded. “So are Celestia and Luna,” he replied with grin. Verdigris smiled, then let it drop. Ivan obviously recognized what it meant, as he stepped back. “Relax, товарищ. You’ve had your say, and now it’s my turn. “First, you’re wrong. The Vory started before they killed my father and cousin. Go back and read the stuff I sent from the Archives; it’s all up to date and accurate. The real first time, they were going to rape my mother, and probably my sister, and there was no bucking way I was going to let that happen. Second, I already know they’re still after me. I was told they’re checking every source of information, and I know who’s behind that. He calls himself ‘Speaker’, and I knew the name before I came here. Third, Celestia and Luna may watch, and have great interest in me, but they won’t act unless I go too far, or ask. You really should pay better attention. We settled that years ago, long before Tatya came back to Oceanside. And only Luna is a Hawk; Goshawk came to see Celestia. This is her first visit.” He gave the Pegasus a long, hard look. “I understand what you’re trying to do, but I don’t buy it. I trust Tatiyana, and she told me they wouldn’t stop until I was gone. I believe her, because as I said, they’re checking into everything about me.” He continued down the hall, and Stallkhovich was forced to follow. “What you said about Stormhawk is wrong, too. He’s not my ‘other side’. He’s my direct ancestor, like Goshawk is Golden’s. Yes, that one,” he said when Ivan stopped and gaped. “I remember the Long Night, Ivan. Celestia’s blood memories. I’ve got his, and his foal’s as well, so don’t tell me about what he did, and what I might do. I know exactly how far I’ll go, which is more than you can say.” The pair arrived at Verdigris’ suite, and the Pegasus paused at the door. “Come in. I’ve got some questions, and I expect to get some answers.” Ivan walked in and sat across the table from Verdigris, who continued, “Seriously, Special Forces? Your logic stinks. You based all that on assumptions, not facts. You’re supposed to be smarter than that. Did anypony think of asking Celestia?” Ivan was forced to shake his head. “You’re an idiot, you know that? She’d have told you. She doesn’t need my permission.” “What facts? You go off half-cocked most of the time.” “That’s how it looks. You seem to have me confused with Pegacorns. We’re an order of magnitude above them.” Stallkhovich had to think about that one. Such creatures existed; poor, half-finished combinations of all three pony Types, not true Alicorns. Now that he’d had a chance to see him, it was clear Verdigris was a true Alicorn; the slight Presence almost screamed it. He looked away in embarrassment. “I’m sorry.” “Apology accepted.” Verdigris opened the icebox, and two hard ciders floated out, their caps flying off in the process. “Okay, maybe you don’t like to think about it, but I have to know what your problem is with Ravenna. Why don’t you see eye to eye?” He took a pull on his cider as Ivan remained silent. “All right, if that’s how it’s gonna be, maybe I’ll have Slope come and ask you. She’s here, remember?” Ivan’s eyes widened in near-horror. “Okay, spill. What’s so all-fired terrible?” Ivan sighed. He knew further evasion was futile. “It was not long after our parents were killed in a train accident,” he began. “We learned it was anything but. The Vory had been under different leadership, and they had demanded a ransom, or the railroad would suffer. You can no doubt put it together.” “Your parents were on that train.” “да. When we learned the truth, Ravenna … changed. It’s the best way to explain it. She was much like Slope, and she seemed to shut down. She became very focused, and developed all her considerable skills to become the premier assassin.” He stopped, and watched to see if Verdigris was as smart as he'd implied. It didn’t take long. Verdigris glanced at Ivan’s cutie mark – two parallel spears – and his eyes widened. “Ravenna became Archer?” The Guard clapped his hooves together softly. “да. So you see the problem. When you said she was here, it was obvious you were her target. However, she seldom gets so close without doing research, which this journey must have been.” He chuckled with humorless irony. “It seems we are always missing each other by hours.” Verdigris held up his bottle, and they clinked them together. “What else can you tell me?” “She is rumored to have a team, each as highly trained as she. Herself and two others, all three Types. Their names and functions are all supposition, of course. Anything else would require you to go to Stalliongrad, and that could be very bad,” he finished ironically. Verdigris sat there, his eyes far away. Ivan could almost see his mind working, and thought he saw a brief flickering of colors behind them. He shivered. “Well, just off the top of my head, she’s probably gathering more information. She has to know my family’s in Canterlot, so that might stop her. I’m more concerned with this ‘Speaker’. Who is he, and who’s behind him? Everything I’ve heard makes him out to be the middle-mane.” “Nopony knows, and they’ve tried,” Ivan replied. They sat there for a few minutes, drinking. “What are your plans?” “Nothing’s really changed. I’m still going to influence Slope to move to Canterlot. She has to know the Vory may be down, but they’re not gone from Trotheim. Once they come in, they don’t leave. That’s why I hit them so hard when they show up in Oceanside. I will not allow them to turn another town into another Stalliongrad. One’s more than enough,” he finished with obvious disgust. “And I’m not about to roll over. Once you do that, they bucking own you. I refused to knuckle-under to the Nightmare. Who the buck are they?” Ivan couldn’t help but nod in agreement. He understood, but still felt Verdigris was on a train to disaster of his own making. “I still feel this will not end well, товарищ. You may have taken on a labor of Hoofcules.” “That’s my choice, Ivan. Celestia said she would never take that from me. You could learn from her,” Verdigris said with a smile that took out some of the sting. Stallkhovich tapped his cider bottle to Verdigris’. “Then good luck, товарищ. I have the feeling you will need it.” (((()))) Celestia and Golden spoke quietly as Luna arrived, and the Day Princess smiled at her sister sadly. I hope it wasn’t too bad, Lulu. “ ‘Tis all right, ‘Tia. I have made my peace,” Luna replied. The other ponies – Blackhawk, Nightfall, Daybreak and Mistfall – flinched, while Golden kept still by sheer force of will. “Nay, ‘tis all right. As I have said, he deserved his fate. ‘Twill be a time before I can move past that, but thou need not worry. My concern was for another, but all is well.” As Luna moved to sit at the table, Blackhawk said, “Verdigris, your Highness?” The Night Princess stopped, and looked at him curiously. “It’s not hard to figure. He’s Stormhawk’s descendant.” He waited until she sat down, then continued, “It’s no secret we were worried, but we’re cautiously optimistic that he won’t follow in his ancestor’s hoof-steps.” He grunted a laugh. “You should have seen his reaction when Sky asked if he wanted to run things. He was … most unhappy with that idea.” Celestia nodded. “He hasn’t dodged responsibility, but he’ll take charge on his own terms. He’s content to follow, unless it’s really important to him,” she said. “I understand Eaglefeather improved quite a lot after his arrival.” “It was almost like she was another mare,” Mistfall answered. The dapple-grey mare shook her head in wonder. “It was almost the same after Verdigris got some sleep after his arrival. He was a different pony, too.” “Grief or fatigue will do that,” Luna replied after food was brought to her. “Oh, I’ve missed trout,” she said. After digging in, she sat in thought. “He is so many ponies, yet nought changes.” “I’ve never bothered to think about it,” Celestia said. “He’s himself, and isn’t that what matters?” “Where is he now?” Daybreak asked. “Last I saw, he was walking with one of your guards, talking.” Celestia closed her eyes and concentrated, then smiled. “He’s talking with his mother and my hoof-maid. They’re catching up.” “But he’s only been here a few months,” Blackhawk said. “They do a lot of living when they’re together. They’ve not seen each other much in the past four years.” Luna’s eyes grew misty. “A closer family I have ne’er seen, and ‘tis wonderful,” she said as Stallkhovich walked into the room and stood to. “Ivan?” Celestia’s tone asked several questions at once. “Verdigris has visitors, and we have aired our differences, Highness.” He smiled. “I’m looking forward to his joining the Guard.” (((()))) A few minutes earlier... Verdigris finished telling what he saw and heard of Ravenna during the past week, and Ivan nodded to himself. “That’s unusual,” he mused aloud. “Something about you seems to have had an effect she wasn’t prepared for, if I understand this correctly.” He closed his eyes briefly. “Yes, I thought so. I heard from Tango and Blaze that you have a Presence similar to Celestia’s. Can you suppress it?” “I have no idea. I wouldn’t know how, and I don’t think her or Luna ever thought about it,” the Alicorn replied. He thought for a few minutes. “Y’know, I wonder if that’s why she wasn’t as cold as she should have been.” He shrugged. “It could have been Slope’s presence, Ivan. I just don’t know.” “Well, if nothing else, you have some idea what she can do. Don’t take her lightly. She has never missed.” “Understood.” There was a knock, and Verdigris said, “Come in.” The door opened, and he smiled as Honey, his mother and aunt walked in. “Hey, good to see you.” He stood and nuzzled Gemstone, then gave Honey a proper welcoming hug, from what Ivan could see. Eaglefeather just stood there and smiled. I missed you, he told Honey silently. “Same here,” she murmured back. She looked to see Stallkhovich watching, and said, “You can go, Captain. I think you have something to do.” Ivan smiled knowingly as he stood and finished his cider. “Ah, yes. Who else would know but her Highness’ hoof-maid?” he asked ironically. “I’ll see you in Canterlot, Verdigris. We still have much to discuss.” The stallions tapped forelegs, and Stallkhovich exited briskly. “Throwing your weight around?” Verdigris asked, and Honey flapped her wings around his ears teasingly. They broke, and everypony sat at the table. “So, what’s going on, besides collecting ‘Feather, mom?” “We wanted to see you, son,” the Unicorn replied. “You disappeared so suddenly, and everypony was worried.” “Mom, you can say it. I know you worried more than anypony, even Celestia. It’s okay.” Gemstone sighed. “I know, you can’t read minds, you know me.” “Yeah. So, what about ‘Lance and Free? She’s graduating in a couple years, right?” Gemstone nodded. “She decided on college?” “Not yet. ‘Lance is in the top five percent at Celestia’s school. He’s still heart-set on the Guard.” Gemstone looked at him with a twisted smile. “I can’t think of why.” “It’s probably dad more than me.” Verdigris sighed. “I really miss him, mom. More with every year that goes by. I’m realizing what I don’t have a lot more, since Uncle Mike visited not long ago.” Gemstone put a hoof on his. “I know, son. I miss him every day.” She gave him a sharp gaze. “I know you’re going to ask. I’m taking my time. I want somepony who can measure up to your father, but doesn’t feel he has to. They’re hard to find, and it’s hard to get back into dating again. You forget things, you know?” He glanced at Honey Bunch. “I hope not, but I get it. Just promise me you won’t stay alone for the rest of your life.” “I can’t promise that, but I’ll do my best. Fair enough?” “It’ll do.” He looked at Honey, then ‘Feather. “Are you two going to be all right?” “I think so,” Honey replied. “It’s going to be a little difficult, though. I can’t talk her into living at the Palace at all, and there’s slight housing shortage.” “Is that all?” Gemstone asked. “’Feather, you can live with us, if you like. We’ve got room, and I’d like Free and ‘Lance to get to know you. I know it seems as though I’m trying to run your life, but this will probably be better for all of us.” Eaglefeather sighed as she looked at Verdigris. “I’m almost used to it, Gemstone. He wouldn’t stay out of it, either, and I owe him a lot. I’m enjoying life again. I’d be happy to.” “Wow, no hoof-twisting needed,” the stallion said. “When are you leaving?” “That depends on Celestia, but before sunset,” his mother replied. “She and Luna can spend some time away, but not too long. The nobles raise a stink when something takes her away. Like they think they own her, or something.” “Oh, really?” Verdigris asked with deliberate disinterest. “Bucking morons.” “Hey, watch that.” Everypony turned to see North Slope standing in the door. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t know you had company.” “It’s okay.” “North Slope, right?” Honey asked. The mare nodded cautiously. “I’m Honey Bunch. It’s good to meet you.” Honey walked up and tried to give her a hug, and Slope backed away uncertainly. “What’s wrong?” “I, uh, well,” Slope began, trying not to stammer. “Oh. Look, he told you about me and Grass, right?” Slope nodded reluctantly. “Did he tell you about our … arrangements?” “A little.” “There’s always room for another mare in his heart, and you’d have to be special to get there. Why should I resent that?” Honey gave her a discerning gaze. “Oh, you’re new to all this, aren’t you?” Slope nodded. “Okay, then listen. Grass and I aren’t the jealous type. We were friends long before meeting Verdigris, and we’re even closer now. I know it sounds like a cliché, but love isn’t something to treat like a bauble and lock away just for yourself. It doesn’t work that way. I know how he thinks – when he thinks, anyway –” “Watch that,” Verdigris interjected. “ – But that only means we won’t shut you out. You care about him, don’t you?” Honey continued as though he hadn’t spoken. “I do, it’s just this is all so new to me. I’m just another Earth mare. How am I so special?” “You’re special to me,” Verdigris answered. “I know what I told everypony else, so it’s all up to you, Slope. It’s your life, so make of it what you want, not what other ponies expect. If I’m part of it, then great. If not, then I’m happy I had some time with you. Nopony’s worth ignoring.” “Okay, but I’ll need some time to get used to it all.” “You’ll have it, but you two are coming to Canterlot no later than two seeks from today,” Gemstone replied firmly. “I miss my son, and you have things to do before you enter the Academy, Verdigris.” “Why me?” Slope asked in confusion. “I know why Ivan and Ravenna don’t talk. I’ll tell you, but not right now,” Verdigris said as he glanced at the door. “It’s … not good. Something to do with what happened years ago, and that’s all I’m going to say.” Slope looked at him steadily, then nodded. “All right, but you will tell me.” “I will. That’s a promise. I’ll even Pinkie Promise: ‘Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye’.” “But you already can fly,” Eaglefeather said. Honey and Gemstone laughed, knowing what he was talking about. “I’ll tell you about that in Canterlot, ‘Feather.” He looked up, as though seeing something they couldn’t. “ ‘Scuse me. Incoming,” he said tensely. He walked out, leaving them to their own devices. There was a bright flash outside, and a few ponies exclaimed in surprise. “What was that all about?” Gemstone asked. “I have no idea,” Eaglefeather replied. Slope was about to say something when Verdigris’s voice said, Griffins in Condorosa, Slope. Tell Sky “Armor up”, and book it. “Excuse me. I just remembered I have to do something,” she said, and trotted out. Honey looked at the door as the mare broke into a run. “Something’s up, and I’ll bet he’s in the middle of it.” “Let’s stay out of it,” ‘Feather said. “I think I know what it is.” She looked at Gemstone. “I’m sure the Princesses know.” “That’s a fair bet.” (((()))) “There’s battle lines being drawn. Nobody's right if everyone's wrong. Young people speaking their minds, a-getting so much resistance from behind. It’s time we stop, hey, what's that sound? Everybody look what's going down.” – Buffalo Springfield – For What It’s Worth (Buffalo Springfield) (((()))) Celestia looked up when a few ponies trotted in, wearing their armor and grim expressions. She glanced at Luna, who silently told her, Verdigris is incensed. An injured Pegasus on the field. She closed her eyes, then opened them in anger. “The Griffins require a lesson,” she said before anypony could say a word. “They’re in Condorosa, Golden,” the Unicorn said gravely, with a touch of anger. “Raiding.” Celestia closed her eyes. Not again, she thought. Her eyes opened, and they glowed with a slow anger. “Golden, I believe your ponies and mine are needed,” she said with an edge to her voice. “If I know my god-son, he’s there now, breaking some bird or other. They’ll send a sally force in retaliation.” The Pegasus nodded grimly. “Your Highnesses, I request your help. Maybe we can handle this, but I don’t want to take any chances.” “Thou wilt have it,” Luna replied. “Celly, I will go now. Verdigris will need help. I leave thee to organize the following force.” Celestia stood, and instead of the calm, regal Princess, Commander Celestia stood there, her mane glowing with every color imaginable. When she spoke, the walls seemed to vibrate. “Go, Luna. I will follow.” The Night Princess vanished, and Celestia said, “Blackwing, have the Team gather above. We leave when the Hawks are ready.” Golden and Blackhawk gazed on her with wonder and awe, and Daybreak jumped up and ran out as Blackwing followed him. “Commander, we’re at your disposal,” the Pegasus said as she stood, her voice hard. “He’s right. Not again.” Celestia nodded gracefully as she cringed internally. I didn’t want to ever have to do this again, but I don’t get any choice, do I? She nodded and said, “Lead me to the injured Pegasus. I must ask questions.” (((()))) When Luna arrived, Verdigris was dealing with two Griffins, both of whom squawked imprecations at him. She glanced around to see five still Griffin forms, all of whom still breathed. Another four had been subdued by two hulking Earth ponies apiece. She nodded with grim approval, then turned her attention to the fight before her. Every participant was marked and bled, but nothing like her “nephew”, who sported nasty-looking scratches on his back and wings. They were Blackwings, she noted; more formidable than most Griffins. They were completely focused on Verdigris, who though inexperienced with them held his own. But the longer the battle goes, the more it favors them, she thought. A feral smile appeared on her face, and she leaped up, letting her shadow fall on them. “Dosta require help, Verdigris?” she boomed. “Aye, Luna. It would be most appreciated.” Luna smiled and dove at the Griffins, who ducked at the unexpected arrival. Verdigris took advantage and smashed both to the ground with the “hammer-wing” attack Ivan had shown him. “Thank you,” he said after returning to his usual appearance. He carefully inspected the scratches, which still bled a little. He called up his healing magic and concentrated while the Earth ponies secured the Griffins. Luna inspected his back when he finished. ‘Twill do for the nonce, she thought. “When didst thou learn of this?” she asked. “About five minutes ago. How’s Firewatch?” “I know not. I came as soon as we heard.” She glared at the small pack of Griffins, some of whom began to stir. “Why?” she demanded when two looked and goggled at her. “Wherefore dost thou break the treaties between us?” The pair looked at each other, but remained silent. Luna approached until her nose almost touched the molly’s beak. “I will have an answer, an I must employ unpleasant means to have it,” she growled. They looked at each other as Verdigris joined her. “The Kingdom doesn’t officially know,” the molly replied; very reluctantly, from what Verdigris noted. “If something went wrong, the local Magistrate would take the fall.” “Celestia’s not gonna like hearing that,” the stallion commented. He snorted. “Looks like you birds picked the wrong week to go raiding.” Art thou really making such references unknowingly? Luna asked in silent irritation. Not you too. Should I just shut up forever? Nay, but please refrain. Where possible. The Griffins shrank under the combined weight of the Alicorns’ glares. “Were it not for the treaties, I would allow my nephew to Pluck and send thee home in disgrace,” Luna said, and their eyes widened. “Howe’er, take this back to thy superiors: The Hawks have returned, and will tolerate no more. Now, where is the sally force we know stands waiting?” The molly said, “A quarter-mile north.” The tom glared at her, but stopped when she snapped, “You want her to show you the inverted feather trick? She’s infamous for it.” Inverted feather trick? That was you? Thou know I was a not-at-all-nice pony as the Nightmare. Luna stepped back, and the Griffins relaxed. “How many?” “Fifty, all Blackwings.” “Hmm, that might be a fair fight,” Verdigris said. “They’d need more.” “I would prefer a peaceful settlement,” Luna reproved. “How long until they investigate?” “An hour, Highness.” Verdigris had been looking at her curiously. She seemed familiar. “What’s your name?” “Gilda,” the molly replied with a hint of defiance, and Verdigris’ eyes blazed. “What?” His nose replaced Luna’s as he stepped forward and changed. “Twilight sent a letter about your visit. Your behavior was bad enough, but I’m ready to Pluck you right this second, for your one unforgivable sin.” He leaned over her, every inch a hulking green monster, and screamed, “You made Fluttershy cry!” Gilda cringed as spittle flew into her face. “Enough,” Luna said. “We have other fish to fry.” Verdigris backed off, resuming his usual appearance. “Only because you wish it,” he grated. Forty minutes, god-mother. There was a brilliant flash, and Celestia stood there, surrounded by Gold and Indigo-clad ponies. “I think we’re ready now, god-son.” She looked at the Griffins dispassionately. “I’m very disappointed in the Blackwings, Gilda. I thought you had more sense, but I’ve been wrong before.” That seemed to hit them worse than anything else. “What shalt we do, Celly?” The Sun Princess smiled, and it wasn’t a pleasant one. “Bait and switch, Luna.” Verdigris smiled when he got it. “Sky, take charge. You get to play bait. We’re the switch.” “I like it.” The Pegasus smiled. “Let’s go. Everypony take your places.” The Hawks fanned out, sending the Condorosa ponies to their homes as they took charge of the prisoners. “What’s next?” Verdigris inquired. Celestia’s eyes narrowed. “I’ll pay the Kingdom a visit they won’t soon forget, god-son, but later. We’ll let them wonder for a while.” (((()))) It wasn’t even a contest. When the reinforcements arrived, they swaggered in, and the Hawks set up for a fight. The distance closed, and then the Alicorns appeared, all three in their power, their Presence beating down with the hard rain from the storm Luna and Verdigris called up. A few Griffins managed to resist the onslaught, only to be knocked down hard. Celestia quietly berated the chieftain afterwards, never once raising her voice, and never making a threatening move. She didn’t need to. The Griffins retreated with their tails between their legs; any bird would after witnessing that, and the leader’s punishment. He was Plucked, and Verdigris added a few choice Griff words in paint on his bare hide. They watched, then relaxed when the Blackwings passed from sight. “Well, I don’t think they’ll forget that any time soon,” Sky commented as the Earth pony and Unicorn Hawks teleported back. “No, they won’t,” Celestia replied in resignation. "At least it didn’t end the way it did long ago.” “Blame not thyself, Celly,” Luna soothed. “’Twould have happened regardless." She smiled slightly. “‘Twas a most ill-timed happenstance.” “Thank you, Luna.” She looked around, then back at the Aerie. “I think we’re done here.” She turned to Sky. “I know you wanted to prove yourselves, but it’s better this way, Captain.” The Pegasus started. “I’ve seen good things today, despite the circumstances. You’ve earned it.” Sky nodded, and took the Pegasai with her after bowing. “Verdigris, please tell North Slope I’ll personally welcome her to Canterlot. She showed considerable poise today.” “But she wasn’t here.” “Exactly my point. She kept your family from worrying about you, despite her wishes to come. Equestria can always use that kind of discipline.” She nuzzled him with a sigh. “We’ll leave as soon as we get back. I need to think about this, and consult. I’ll see you in two weeks. Until then.” Verdigris nodded, and she and the Guards vanished, leaving him and Luna. “Well, that was unexpected,” he said. “Celly remembers perfectly the olden times,” she said. “Every life lost pains her, though ’twas necessary.” She nuzzled him. “I must go. We have our duties and responsibilities, my love.” Verdigris hugged her. “I know. I’ll see you all soon enough,” he replied softly. “I need to set up a perimeter, so they’ll be ready next time. Sometime again.” Luna nodded and vanished. Verdigris looked around, then began his walk-about. He needed time to think, and plan out the next stage of his life, and now was as good a time as any. (((()))) When he returned a few hours later, Verdigris reported to Golden. “Well, they’re better prepared, but we’ll have to see about training them. Those Earth ponies looked good.” “Celestia told me. We’ll start that tomorrow.” She favored him with a sympathetic look. “Not the best way to see your family, was it?” “No, but they understand. How’s Slope taking the news?” “She’s a little overwhelmed, but she’ll be fine. She’s thinking about the Guard.” Golden clicked her tongue. “That should be interesting.” “Ivan probably won’t like it.” He made a face. “I know what bothered me about Ravenna. You might want to sit down for this.” (((()))) As the days passed, Verdigris stayed busy, mostly working with the Roughnecks, a nick-name that stuck. Their number grew until a hundred ponies wore the Indigo, with more coming in from other places in Equestria. Some didn’t make it through the Entrance, but they stayed in Condorosa, where they quickly made homes. That didn’t stop them from joining or contributing, of course. The evening before-hoof, Verdigris stood on his balcony. Golden had been firm: Nopony else would go near it, so the suite was his. He’d been watching the stars, and the flashes of lightning from a storm near the horizon, when Luna said, The morrow. Art thou ready? He smiled. I think so. I’m not sure about Slope, but I think she’ll be fine. Canterlot’s always a big adjustment. He felt her nod. Then I shalt leave thee to thine own devices. ‘Twill be good to see thee again, and I will count the hours, my love. The same, dear. I miss everypony. I’ll be there soon enough. Just don’t tell Celestia. I want it to be a surprise. I believe she will like it, though I doubt she will be surprised. A sigh. The time cannot pass swiftly enough. I’ll be there when you wake. That’s soon enough. Good night, he said. Aye. Good night, Verdigris. Contact broke and he went inside, where he was surprised to see Sky, Golden and ‘Hawk. “What’s up?” “We know you’re leaving early, so we’re saying goodbye tonight,” the Unicorn replied. “You’ve been confusing, but I think that was a good thing. See you another time,” he said, offering his hoof. Verdigris shook, then turned to Golden as he left. “I hope you’re not still mad. Some things I won’t back down about.” “No, I think I understand, and you were right about nearly all of it. I was just too stubborn and worried. We’ll be fine,” she replied as they came together in a hug. “Come back and visit,” she said with a glance to one side. “I don’t think Sky would forgive you,” she whispered before leaving. Sky Bolt tried to be dignified, but clung to him when they came together. “I wish you didn’t have to go,” she almost whimpered. “You’ve been good for all of us.” “You know what I’m gonna say. I’ve had the time of my life, but it’s time to go back and take care of business.” He looked her in the eyes. “I don’t think you’d respect me if I stayed, either.” “Oh, now I get it. ‘How well you know me’.” She chuckled through her tears. “Come back and see what we build, okay?” He nodded, and they kissed. “Take care of yourself, and Slope.” She withdrew and left, her head high. The door closed, and he finished his final packing. He glanced at the large box and smiled. I hope you’re right, Luna. His eyes fell on the bow he’d ordered from Manehattan. Archer’s visit still weighed on him, and he wasn’t sure if she was the threat he’d been told; his instincts told him she wasn’t. Still, precautions must be taken, he thought. He had to admit he was curious, after she demonstrated its use one day. It also gave him ideas on how to counter it, at least for Pegasai. One thing at a time. He turned when the door opened, and Slope walked in, looking tired. “You walked all the way, didn’t you?” She nodded wearily. “Damn it, I told you teleporting was faster and easier.” “Maybe, but I had to find out in case we didn’t have any Unicorns available,” she mumbled through a yawn. “You didn’t think of it because, well...” she trailed off, but he understood. You don’t need to walk. That hurt, but she was right. He walked over and stopped her in her tracks. “Okay, you’re right. I kinda know, ‘cause I couldn’t fly for a couple months, and I hated it,” he admitted he wrapped her in his wings. “Want something to snack on, or just go to bed?” “A cider would be nice,” she replied as she almost fell into what he called ‘the comfy chair’. More like sleep-spell trap, she thought. A bottle floated to her hoof, and she took a long pull. “Thanks. Guess it’s here,” she said. “Yeah, it is. You ready?” “Yeah, I guess. All packed.” “Armor too?” “I can’t take that,” she barely protested. “Don’t make me get Golden down here. It’s yours. You earned it, and Celestia would be disappointed. You don’t want to see the face she makes. It’ll make you laugh and squirm at the same time.” She smiled. “’Kay. T’morrow.” It wasn’t long before she fell asleep. Verdigris gently lifted and floated her into bed. She roused long enough to murmur, “You’re too good for me.” He kissed her forehead. “No, I’m not. G’night, Slope.” She was asleep before he finished the sentence, and he walked out silently. There were a few things left, and then he could sleep. And miles to go, he thought before returning to his work. (((()))) They were up before the sun reached the field, and Verdigris nodded to the Pegasai who were harnessed to the carriage. “I’m going to have a few words with her about this,” he said as he recognized them. “Seriously, Blackwing. You’re retiring,” he paused in thought. “Today? What the buck?” “She asked me to, and I don’t mind, lad,” the senior Guard replied. “Tango’s the one you should be getting after. He volunteered.” “Hey, why not? I’m away from the flag, and we go back a ways,” Celestia’s other personal Guard replied. He glanced at the very small baggage pile. “That’s it?” “All we need,” Verdigris replied as he loaded his and Slope’s saddle bags and the two boxes into the cargo area. “Just so you know, I’ll be flying part of the way, and no discussion.” “As you say, Highness,” Blackwing replied, making Verdigris face-hoof. When Slope looked at him, the Pegasus amplified, “He’s the Reluctant Prince. Yes, really.” Slope smiled at Verdigris. “He never told anypony. I should have guessed.” She took a breath and let it out. “I guess we’re ready.” She climbed inside after Verdigris preceded her, grumbling slightly to himself. Blackwing and Tango looked at each other and nodded, and they were off. “Canterlot, here we come.”