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// Epilogue: What Life Is Like 
// Story: Under the Northern Skies 
// by Prolet 
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A brown earth pony mare, filling baskets with water on the shore, took curious glances at us. Both Rarity and I waved at her, and she waved back, raising an eyebrow.
 
I put my right hoof in the cold water, creating a weird contrast with my left one, which was huddled over Rarity’s warm body. The Golden River was quite an experience from this close, especially in a small wooden raft, carefully enchanted to last through even the more dangerous parts of the river. Right now, we were slowly moving downstream. The river was surrounded by fields, plains, and the occasional forest in these parts. At times, we saw a house or two.
 
Rarity gently nibbled my ear, making me blush. “Rares, would you please stop that?”
 
“Oh, fine,” giggled Rarity, giving my ear a lick that sent sparkling tinges through my body. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
 
I shrugged, letting out a nervous laugh. “I don’t know. It seems like I do. You can do that as long you want to…” I tickled Rarity, who tried to restrain my hoof, failing. “…as long as I can do this.”
 
And so we continued teasing each other, not caring about the time that rushed past. Before we even realized, the taller buildings of Hoofington became visible to our right, behind the same fields that we’d trod on only a week ago.
 
Perhaps I am lucky. But what I’ve gotten, I can keep, sharing my experiences with the ones I love.

Zachary Frasca:
I like the message. This is a good story you have here. Don't let anyone else tell you otherwise.
I'm glad I could help with it.
-MasterFrasca99


Ларпа Пролет:
Thanks. And even more so, thanks for helping me out with this one, and my other stuff too.