“In my head the voice is waiting, waiting for me to set it free. I locked it inside my imagination, but I'm the one who's got the combination. Some people didn't like what the voice did say, so I took the voice and I locked it away. I got the key. I got the key. Voices, I hear voices. Voices, I hear voices.
“‘Don't look back, look straight ahead, don't turn away,’ then the voice it said, ‘Don't look back, yesterday's gone, don't turn away, you can take it on’.” – Russ Ballard, Voices (Russ Ballard)

Twilight knocked again, wondering why Verdigris wasn’t up, and why he wasn’t answering the door. He was usually awake first while staying at the Palace, and he was always an early riser. She almost missed his voice as he said, “Come in.”

Omnius had come with her, and when he saw the Alicorn, who looked like a few miles of bad road, he asked, “What happened to you?”

“I had the worst sleep of my life ever, last night.” He yawned, almost dropping his spoon into his cereal.

“Bad dreams?” Twilight asked as she took a brush out of her saddlebags and began brushing his mane into some semblance of neatness.

Verdigris sighed with exasperation, but sat back and let her continue. “Not dreams, exactly. It was like I was in other Equestrias, Twi. There were significant differences from ours. For example, in one, Cloud was mourning her mother, while in another Luna was very close to a Unicorn called Firewall.” He paused to yawn again as she finished her work. “Ugh. It was like I was really there.”

“Well, it’s like this, Twi. I’m aware of other Stories, and sometimes very powerful or talented individuals can see them, if I’m close by,” the Traveler replied. “Celestia did, and I think Luna has.” His eyes narrowed as he studied Verdigris, who returned to his breakfast. “I think you saw them as dreams because you’re not at the Princess’ level. Sorry, I should have warned you, but I didn’t think you’d be affected.”

“It’s okay, I guess. I knew about other timelines, as Uncle Mike calls them,” the Alicorn replied. “Some of them were bad; a few were beyond bad.” He looked at Twilight steadily. “And those started with you casting one of Star Swirl’s incomplete spells.”

“Are you sure about that?” Twilight slowly shook her head after a moment’s thought. “Never say never, Twi. It’s like asking ‘What could possibly go wrong?’ The Universe just loves to show you, according to Uncle Mike.”

“His name’s Michael, and he’s not what he appears to be,” Omnius replied. “All I really know about him is he was once human, and something happened to him after I left that timeline.” He looked up in thought. “He mentioned it once or twice when we met later, but no details. It wasn’t good, though. All I could get out of him was he lost his wife, and that’s where it started.”

“He appears as a tall, medium-brown Pegasus with black banding in his wings, and goes by the name Blackwolf,” Verdigris added.

Verdigris shook his head and took a big slug of coffee, and thought for a minute. “No, you’re right. You missed him by a few minutes the day I tossed Blueblood’s crepes on him, and I think that was the only time you two were in the same part of Equestria.” He shook his head again. “I think you’d like him, Twi. He’s like a real uncle to me.” He scowled. “As opposed to Full Sail. Was he ever a disappointment.”

“What? Honey’s father?” Twilight looked at him with mild disgust. “That could be bad.”

Verdigris looked at her in surprise. “Huh? No, we’re not related. Sky Watcher was my cousin. Honey’s mom left for Manehattan a few years after Honey was born. She’d had enough of the stupidity,” he replied. He looked ill briefly. “Thanks for ruining my day before it got started.”

Sparkle blushed and sighed. “Sorry. I didn’t know.” She moved to one side and looked at his eyes. “Wow, you look terrible.”

“I’ll be okay. I don’t have anything going for today, unless you want to ask those questions you never got around to.”

Twilight looked at him skeptically. “I don’t know. Are you going to be able to stay awake?”

“Once I finish breakfast and get some exercise, I should be okay.” He yawned again. “Ugh. Maybe a swim.”

“Mind if I check out the outcrop?” Omnius asked. “Twi mentioned you said something about putting in steps for ponies that can’t fly.” He smiled wryly, as he was an Earth pony this time. “I can at least scope it out.”

“I take on the dominant life form’s appearance; here, there’s three pony Types, so I switch off.” He shrugged. “Each has its advantages.”

Omnius made a rude noise. “In some Equestrias, they fall out of the sky every day. One of your other selves has them typed and cross-filed. I’m not going to say what happens to them. Ye Gods, it’s beyond not nice.”

“Oh, yeah. I saw one of those.” Verdigris shook his head. “What a bunch of over-powered losers.”

“I think it was a parody universe. It had that feel.” Omnius shuddered. “There aren’t many, thank the Gods of Good.”

Verdigris nodded, then lifted and tipped his bowl, slurping up the milk like a foal. Twilight smiled; Spike did about the same thing. He gave her a smile and said, “Growing old may be mandatory, but growing up is optional.” He nodded at Omnius. “Just look at him.”

Twilight chuckled. “All right, you two stop it. Go wake up, and I guess we can continue where we left off. Okay?”

Verdigris nodded, stood and stretched. “Works for me. See you in a while.” He trotted outside, then picked up speed; Twilight and Omnius inferred he’d started on a run.

“What do you think of him?” Twilight asked after the sound of hooves receded.

“I like him. I thought he was a decent pony when we met the first time, and I haven’t changed my mind.” Omnius looked out the door for a while, his expression neutral. “I just hope Torrentican’s not interested in him. I don’t want to think of what might happen, Twi.”

“If Verdigris’ temper is his weakness, Torrie can exploit that, just by pushing his buttons. I don’t really know if that’ll be it, or if there’s more. Verdigris said he’s hurt ponies before, and badly, too. I don’t think so, but we have to think about what could happen if he loses it and doesn’t care who’s in the line of fire.”

Twilight closed her eyes and shook her head slowly. “That won’t happen. Maybe he’s got anger issues, but he’s still disciplined, and I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s more like Celestia than he realizes. I’ve seen them together, and if he wasn’t Gemstone’s son, I’d swear he was hers. His slight Presence does that, plus the way they both stand back to consider an issue,” the mare explained. “I don’t know how much, but her influence is definitely there.”

“I hope you’re right.” He smiled. “But then, being the Element of Hope, what else can I do?”

Twilight returned the smile. “You go check the outcrop. I’ll just straighten up a little, and make a list.” Omnius smiled and trotted outside, and Twilight started by levitating the dishes into the sink. “Let’s see, what to ask first...”

Verdigris galloped along, following various trails by whim, and was soon pounding his way through the Everfree. He wasn’t worried; though the forest had a sinister reputation, only ordinary ponies had reason to worry, and stay out. And I’m not ordinary, as I keep finding out, he thought as he paralleled a river gorge that prevented further travel east. As he adjusted to the uneven terrain, he glanced across and stopped. Looming up out of the fog was the old Palace of the Royal Sisters, where the Elements had been found and the Nightmare defeated. He stood there for a few minutes, looking at the ruins sadly; in his mind’s eye he saw it in its former glory, its spires whole and gleaming against the sky, the walls and buttresses strong and unblemished. He sighed and shook his head. He understood what Luna said about the region, now. He shook off the mood and continued on, leaving the second-hand memories behind.

He wondered why he hadn’t seen any of the creatures that roamed the area, but surmised they mostly came out at night. At the moment, his biggest worry was avoiding the Poison Joke flowers. He had to slow to a trot, and that was when he heard the singing. He paused, and finally recognized it. Ah, Zecora must be out. Who else sings in Zebrican? he thought. He listened, and finally heard what he’d read.

“The Dawn of Time was done, the First Day had broken, and the World Spirits called it good. Our ancestors awoke, and moved into the World fearfully, not knowing what was to come.
“And the Spirits said, ‘Be unafraid. This World is now yours, and We charge you to care for what We have made, as it will care for you as you care for it.’ And our ancestors joyfully explored their new home.”

Verdigris smiled. The Zebrican Creation Song was wonderful, full of vivid imagery. He cleared his throat and picked it up.

“In those days, life for our ancestors was good, for the Spirits smiled upon them. Only when the Tribe grew too large did strife come, and the only way to stop it was to send out small groups to make their own way. And thus came about all the Ponies, for time wrought its changes as needs changed. Remember, and keep in your heart the knowledge that though we are all different, we are all Brothers and Sisters.”

There was a long pause, then the voice spoke, “It is good that you are not in reach, for you butcher both my song and speech.”

After a few minutes, the Zebra he knew only by reputation stepped out of the undergrowth and looked around. When she saw him, she smiled and walked toward him. He continued along the trail and they met in the small clearing. “Hmm, it is clear to anypony who has eyes that you are unusual, given your size.”

Verdigris smiled and replied in Zebrican, “My apologies. I never heard the Speech; I learned from books, and they don’t quite get it right.”

Zecora’s eyes widened, and she said, “Though it is good to hear, we should keep to Equish, I fear.” Her smile was warm and open, and she added, “I am Zecora of the Everfree, and you must be the Alicorn Verdigris. What brings you so far into the Forest, where ponies only go when the need is sorest?”

“I run where the mood takes me; today it’s the Everfree,” he replied with a smile. “I take it you have your chores to perform, to come out not long before a storm,” he finished.

The Zebra looked at him in mild surprise. “A storm? I find myself conflicted, for I did not hear of one predicted. And, as you can plainly see, there is no control in the Everfree.”

He opened his wings slightly and shook them. “I can feel it coming. I think we have an hour until it arrives.”

Zecora nodded gently and said, “Then perhaps you will be my guest, as I am done and returning to my nest.”

“Hmm, what a nice bit of serendipity. By all means.” He nodded for her to lead. “I’d be in your debt if you could correct my mistakes.”

“Let us see what can be done, and perhaps it might even be fun.” The Zebra turned and led the way back, easily avoiding the low-hanging trees and brambles that forced Verdigris to duck or step carefully. “And though that is what you’d apprehend, this is not punishment, my new friend.”

They continued on until they reached Zecora’s hut. Verdigris paused at the door until he was invited in, and crouched as he entered. “This could be awkward,” he said as he noted the tight quarters.

“I can easily imagine so, but you cannot control how you grow,” Zecora replied as she took a kettle – one of the few manufactured items she had – from the grate and poured fragrant tea into two cups. She held hers in both hooves and intoned, “We thank the World Spirits for the bounty of which we partake.”

Zecora smiled as they sipped. “Of all ponies with whom I’ve ‘buddied’, only you and Twilight have truly studied.”

“Don’t take it badly, but when you come from a Coast town, there isn’t much else to do. As for Twilight, I think she was born curious, and only got better. Or worse, depending on who you are.”

The Zebra smiled again, then said, “After we have ourselves refreshed, shall your errors from the Speech be threshed?”

Twilight looked up after hearing thunder. “There’s no storm scheduled today,” she murmured. She set the book aside and walked outside. “Nathan!”

“Up here.” His voice carried from the outcrop. She looked to see him working with a mallet and chisel, cutting steep but serviceable steps, and occasionally glancing toward the Everfree. “Looks like a storm’s coming, Twi.”

She looked, and ugly-looking clouds seemed to race toward them. “Oh, not another rogue storm. You’d better come down. These storms are nasty, and I don’t want you getting hurt.”

After he put away his tools and joined her, Omnius asked, “Where’s Verdigris? He should be back by now, right?”

Twilight paused and closed her eyes, then her horn lit up. “Ah, he’s talking with Zecora. At least he found shelter.”

Twilight smiled sheepishly. “I heard about Star Kicker’s affinity for using gems for tracking, and, well, I may have had a little to do with the decorations on his saddlebags. They pick up his Presence, and I can find him if I concentrate on that.”

“Good thing, since he isn’t wearing them,” Omnius said. “Well, let’s hope he doesn’t mind. I mean, you’re friends, but that could almost be considered an invasion of privacy.”

“I know, but I can’t help worrying,” Sparkle admitted. “Most of the time I’ve seen him, he’s been recovering from something.”

Omnius nodded. “Then I guess we wait. I can tell you from experience being struck by lightning isn’t fun.” He looked at the clouds as they returned to the house. “I hope you brought enough books.”

Verdigris’ Point of View
Zecora is a very gracious hostess, and easy to talk to. So much so that I was relaxed beyond the usual, even with Twilight. Honey and Grass are special cases, and it should be obvious why. The storm passed while we talked.

We were discussing magical workings when I unthinkingly said, “Heck, I even figured out a way to neutralize the Elements.” Needless to say, there was a profound silence as she stared at me. I took the time to face-hoof. “Okay, maybe I should have re-phrased that.”

I sighed. “Okay, what I meant was the Regalia. If one necklace is broken, theoretically the others can’t function, but that doesn’t mean the Elements are gone. The Princesses used them without the trinkets.”

“I imagine with the Bearers this would not go well, if I understand what it is you tell.”

“Well, no.” I thought, then shrugged. I guess it’s time for somepony else to know how bad I might become. “If I wanted to cripple them, I’d work on their weaknesses, and that would break their attunement. For Dash, that would be ego. Just feed it until she lost control. Twilight tends to over-react, so it’d be paranoia. Rarity? She’d collapse if faced with real filth, and I’m not talking physical. Fluttershy?” I looked outside with disgust at myself. What kind of pony could think of such things? “I’d worm my way into her heart, and then break it at the worst moment. She’d be devastated. Pinkie and AJ would be the hardest, maybe impossible, but the damage would be done. The Elements would be useless.”

“Yeah, that’s where it breaks down. I know what they’d do. Celestia would banish me, if Luna left anything to banish.” I looked outside again, took a breath and sighed. Despite the unpleasant nature of the subject, getting it out was a load off my mind, and I think Zecora realized that. “I’d deserve it, too. If I was capable of that, of course.”

“Anypony is able to betray, if enough pressure can put you at bay.” Her dark eyes locked onto mine. I could tell what she was thinking, as though she’d told me aloud. “Convince me, Verdigris.”

“Everypony has the capability, but not the will to act on it, Zecora. I respect them too much – not just the Princesses, but the Element Bearers – to ever do that. I already know what that’s like; I have blood memories of the Old Times, and I’m ashamed to call one pony in particular my ancestor. No, it won’t happen. They’d get the first shots in, and I’d let them do it.”

“And yet, despite your distaste for it, you have carefully considered it,” she replied accusingly. I let it hang there, silently admitting the truth. “But why consider something so cold, if I may be so bold?”

“Because somepony else probably has, and they’re awaiting the opportunity to strike. Celestia knows; I told her in a letter the other day.”

“Ah, then you are using your brain, to forestall those who are truly insane,” she replied, nodding sagely. “Quite astute, and the point is moot.”

“Exactly.” I looked out as birds began singing; the sky had cleared. “Well, I hate to frighten and run, but I was getting some exercise,” I said with a wry smile as I stood carefully in the tight space. “I really enjoyed our conversation. Thank you.”

Zecora put her hooves together and bowed slightly. “It is fine, and the pleasure mine. So seldom do I have guests who can put my thoughts to the test,” she replied with an ironic smile.

I smiled, then concentrated. Backing out the door would have been all kinds of trouble, not the least endangering her carefully arranged belongings, so, teleport.

Twilight and Omnius were finishing up the work on the steps when Verdigris trotted to the pools below. They watched as he dove in and then walked out, shaking water off. “Ah, that was just right,” he said. He looked up to see them watching and launched up to join them. “Wow. I didn’t ask, but thanks for taking care of that. I was wondering how,” he said as he glanced at the steps.

Twilight smiled. “It was mostly him,” she replied, nodding at Omnius. “You did mention putting them in.”

“It’ll be a little hard, but anypony can make it up,” the Traveler added. “So, what did you and Zecora talk about?”

“This and that,” Verdigris replied after a moment. “Mostly getting acquainted, and fixing my Zebrican grammar and pronunciation.” He grinned sheepishly. “Books only go so far.”

Twilight rolled her eyes. “As Princess Celestia keeps reminding me,” she groused mildly.

Verdigris nuzzled her. “She’s right, and you can’t tell me you haven’t enjoyed the field work, Twi. Some things books can’t help you with at all.” The mare nodded, and he led the way back inside. Everypony got comfortable, and the Alicorn said, “So, thought of what you want to ask?”

Verdigris’ slightly feral grin appeared and he said, “Ask me your questions, Library-keeper; I am not afraid.” Omnius face-hoofed. Hard. “What?”

Twilight’s Point of View
Verdigris can be a little irritating. Don’t get me wrong, I like him a lot, but he seems so normal that when he goes “out there” it’s a little jarring. Okay, it’s a lot jarring. He’s not as bad as Pinkie Pie or even Omnius (there’s one for odd references), but it’s like he’s reminding me he’s several different ponies at once. It can get a little hard to follow.

Take the reference he just made. Nathan got it, obviously, and I didn’t. All I could do was roll my eyes and ignore it.

I composed myself and recalled where we’d left off, as well as what I wanted to ask him. “I was wondering about your family, and what Princess Celestia did for you.”

“Oh, yes,” he replied softly, then his eyes went a little far away. “Well, dad was Oceanside born and bred, while mom’s from Canterlot. She’s an Onyx.” I felt my eyes widen in surprise. “Yep, exactly. I think they’re a level or two below your family, but nopony made anything of it at home. It wasn’t mentioned.”

“But wouldn’t knowing that have made your life easier?” I asked as I realized Oceanside was as foreign to me as the surface of the moon.

“Not really. Different priorities,” Verdigris replied. “Maybe in Canterlot, but I don’t want to get involved in the political side unless I have to. And if I have a problem with that, maybe you understand why I’m not thrilled about being a Prince, even if it’s only courtesy rank, which I sincerely doubt.” He smiled grimly. “She told Rigel to call me ‘your Highness’. That’s about as official as you can get, short of a Royal Announcement.”

“Wait, why don’t you use that?” Omnius asked; I thanked him silently, as my asking would have been crass.

Verdigris gave him a withering glare. “I never wanted anything more than to just fit in, Sean. The deck was stacked against me, but damn it, why can’t I try? In the end, it didn’t matter. I mean, look at me. You said humans and ponies are a lot alike. What do you think I went through as a colt?”

Omnius cringed, and said quietly, “They teased you mercilessly, and you probably got into fights every day or two.”

“Not quite that bad, but they also shunned me. I wasn’t allowed in the school; some thought I was contagious, or just the normal ‘Stay away from that freak’ nonsense. So I just stayed away and learned things I needed on my own.”

“Wait. If your parents never mentioned it, how’d you learn she’s an Onyx?” I felt I was missing something, but couldn’t put a hoof on it.

“It was in the Aerie’s Archives. They’re very good at keeping track of every Hawk, Twi. Imagine my surprise.” He paused in thought. “What gets me is why mom and Trumpet Vine fought over dad. Supposedly, he wouldn’t be good enough for that nag.” He cringed. “Oh, please let me be wrong. Mom wouldn’t – actually, I don’t know that.”

“She let herself get pregnant?” I was appalled that a Canterlot mare would do such a thing. It would be grounds for – “Maybe she did, to get away from Canterlot and all the politics.”

Verdi nodded absently. “She did say a few unflattering things about the city after Sky tried blackmailing me,” he said. “Long story, and irrelevant.”

Verdi smiled. “Well, enough about my family. Mom was Celestia’s student; I think I mentioned that.” I nodded. “I know I mentioned Trot-Hoof. She gave me an infusion of her blood, about a half-vial, and my parents three drops each; the vial saved my life, while the drops kept it from happening again. Freewind and Firelance won’t have to worry about it, either. I think. I’d have to ask.”

“And that half-vial of blood did all this?” Omnius asked. Verdigris nodded. “Wow. She really must have wanted you to live.”

“Two reasons, actually. One, mom was her student, and she couldn’t say no. The other was she recognized me as Sunblur.” I flinched. Honey Bunch had told me about that, and I’d looked it up. I could understand why Princess Celestia would have taken the risk again. When I looked at him, Verdigris was nodding as he watched me. “She said I didn’t deserve to die either time, and she didn’t want mom and dad’s marriage to fall apart. Trot-Hoof does more than kill foals.”

Omnius shuddered violently, and I wondered if he’d seen anything similar. I wasn’t about to ask; he’d deny it, but he was still suffering over Jenna. I decided to end it there. No need to drag up any more bad memories, or bring everypony down. “I think that’s it for now,” I said. “I’ll have more, but let’s lighten the mood some.”

“No argument here,” Verdigris said. “You can drive yourself crazy imagining what might have happened, and I don’t need to brood on it.” He looked at me steadily when I stared. “It happens, sometimes. Being alone leaves you all kinds of time to think, and you can’t help it. That’s one reason why I’ve spent a lot of my spare time either on business or studying.”

“But you’re going back to cut all ties,” I said. “Can’t you take care of that from Canterlot, or maybe here?”

“I could, but how would it look? I’ve got obligations, Twi, and I don’t want to be like the nobles. They won’t get their hooves dirty. I literally got the Grange operating and improved the processing on my own. I didn’t have much help, at first. I want to make sure I don’t let it fall apart, and that means training my replacements. Plus, those ponies are my friends, and I won’t leave them hanging.”

“That’s an attitude I can understand,” Nathan said. “I’m the same way. So are you, Twi. You’ll be there for your friends, no matter what.”

I had to nod. Both stallions were right. You don’t leave your friends to fend for themselves when you can help. “All right. It just seems as though you’re barely here, and we just get to know you again, and then you have to leave.” I walked to Verdigris’ side and nuzzled him. “We all miss you. A lot.”

Verdi smiled. “It won’t be forever, Twi. I’ll be back in six months, at most. It’s something I have to do. Kinda like lessons, or friendship reports.”

“Celestia told me about them in a letter. She says you’re doing very well, probably better than when you were in Canterlot. Having friends is the best thing next to family, and sometimes they become like family.” Verdigris looked out the window thoughtfully. “I can’t imagine being without them. Can you?”

“I sure can’t,” Omnius replied as I shook my head. “Friends are the greatest.”

“Then you know why I’ve got to go, and that I’ll be back. I’ll see you just before I go to Officer Candidate School, and I’m sure you’ll be visiting Canterlot.” Verdigris chuckled. “Maybe you’ll get sick of me and my sense of humor.”

“Tomorrow. I want to get back before the Running of the Leaves. Maybe the storms will leave us some, this time.” I must have looked confused, as he added, “Sometimes the storms blow them away before we can take care of it. Too bad it doesn’t happen for Wrap-Up, but we might get complacent and start expecting it. Bad idea, sea-side, getting complacent.”

“Well, is there anything else, Twi?” Nathan asked. I shook my head reluctantly. Though I wanted to spend more time with him, Verdigris had his own life to live, and so did I. “Then I guess we’ll see you tomorrow at the station? Gotta have a proper send-off.”

He saw us out, and we trotted back to Ponyville. “Y’know, I think we’re all gonna be fine,” Nathan said as we enjoyed the breeze. “Things are looking up.”

“I certainly hope so. Verdi’s had enough unpleasantness in his life. He doesn’t need any more.”

Verdigris’ Point of View
I was up just before dawn, as usual; for some reason I can’t sleep more than five hours any more. I don’t think I ever slept longer than seven. I guess it’s part of being an Alicorn. I’d have to ask Celestia. So, I had a quick breakfast and was standing on the outcrop when the sun rose. What a difference. Sunrise over Canterlot is impressive, but there’s something about watching the sun rise over a forest that’s more … satisfying, I guess. I can’t put it into words, but I’m sure anypony who’s seen it would agree.

Yes, I replied. I breathed in the natural scents, and felt charged. As much as I’d like to stay, life goes on, “and I have promises to keep”. I’m not here to get in anypony’s way, and Twilight’s got her life and job. I’ll let them see me off, but that’s all. They’re not here for me.

All right. When you leave, I’ll bring them to Canterlot. I have something the Bearers can help with: Ivan. He’s still holding something back. Maybe Applejack can shake something loose.

I smiled cynically. I wouldn’t bet on it. He’s had at least ten years to lock it up, and I don’t think one day’s going to make him open up. If his uncle didn’t tell you, I don’t think you’ll find out until he feels he’s ready; I think Cadance would agree.

I felt her sigh. You’re probably right, but I have to try. He’s still not out of possible danger, Verdigris. Those kind of secrets can hurt you, as you well know. I don’t want to have come this far to have him relapse. That could be worse than doing nothing.

I nodded. I’m sure, but don’t push, god-Dam. You knew it wouldn’t be quick or easy. Let him have time to deal with it. Be there, but don’t smother him. I grunted a laugh. You can’t spell ‘smother’ without ‘mother’.

She smiled. All right, but I want this out of the way when you return. Your friendship’s too valuable to take risks with. He needs friends worse than you or Twilight. He needs to know he’s not alone, and he can come to me with any problem. Maybe I can’t help with everything, but I have to try. Nopony deserves a bad life.

No, they don’t. I’ll think about it while I’m away; maybe I can figure some way to help. Anyway, I’ll see you soon enough, god-Dam. Sometime again.

Sometime again, god-son. Contact faded, and I spent a few more minutes looking out over the area before going in and packing my saddlebags. Just necessities, this time. I looked around, noticing how sterile the place looked, despite the small homey touches. I’d take care of that, and I knew I’d have help. If you’ve got friends, they’ll be there for you. My turn to do that, now.

Verdigris trotted through Ponyville, returning the nods, smiles and waves to passing ponies. I made the right decision, he thought. This is the place. He arrived at the train station, checked the schedule and bought a ticket on the ten o’clock train heading south. After thanking the teller, he turned to find seven ponies standing there, waiting and watching. He chuckled. “I should have known I wouldn’t get away without saying goodbye. Well, I never do.”

Twilight and Applejack walked forward and gave him a hug, then hoofed over a small stack of books and a bag of apples respectively. “Yep, should’a known,” the farm pony replied with a smile. Twilight smiled and nuzzled him, and they stepped aside to let Rainbow and Pinkie take their places.

“Hey, I’m no good at this, but you hurry back, okay?” Dash said as they tapped forelegs. Pinkie gave him a not-quite rib-crushing hug, then hoofed-over a bag of pastries. “You take care of yourself, and don’t turn into a grumpy-pants,” she said with her seldom-used serious tone. They also stepped aside to let Fluttershy and Rarity have their turn.

“Take care of yourself,” ‘Shy said as they hugged. He nodded and accepted a package from Rarity, who said, “Let me know which you prefer. A house isn’t a home without color, or comfort.”

Verdigris smiled and replied, “I will. Thanks, girls.” Omnius approached, and they shook hooves. “See you when I see you.” He leaned down and murmured, “Watch out for them, Sean. They’re all special.”

“You know it, Verdigris. Like you always say, sometime again.” The Bearers stepped back, smiled and waved, then trotted away

Verdigris smiled, then looked as the train’s whistle signaled its arrival. He snorted. “That was convenient. Eh, this is Equestria.” He waited until the train stopped and the passengers debarked, then presented his ticket, chose his seat and settled down for the trip. “Sometime again, gang.”

Prairie Junction was a little whistle-stop an hour-and-a-half south of Ponyville. Like most of the small settlements along the tracks, it was there for the train, supplying water, coal and supplies. It was also a place where passengers could get out, stretch their legs and get a quick bite. It was, as many who made the trip had said, a long, slow train ride to Oceanside. Its only claim to fame was the track switch-yard, where you could continue to Dodge Junction and Appleoosa.

Verdigris joined the rest of the passengers – some he recognized as Oceanside ponies – as they walked around, then entered the settlement’s only restaurant. The place was so small nothing had been named. As he sat down, the owner walked out, noticed the Oceansiders and made a face. Verdigris shared his opinion, as he knew them. Some of Snapdragon’s hangers-on, who thought their status meant something outside town. When he saw Verdigris, he smiled and trotted over. “Well, good ta see a real gentle-colt here,” he said. “How are ya, Verdigris?”

“About the same, Stagecoach. Headin’ back home after more trouble,” the Alicorn replied. “So, what’s good today? I – ” He stopped and sniffed the air, sighing with pleasure. The smell of fish cakes, potatoes and gravy, and vanillla-infused coffee made his stomach growl. “Somepony tell you I was passing through today?”

“Won’t say,” the Earth pony replied with a smug grin. “Take it ya want some.”

Verdigris was about to answer when he saw the light-blue-and-silver Unicorn mare standing at the window and looking inside wistfully. She wasn’t wearing them, but he didn’t need to see the hat and cape to know who she was. “For two, and please invite Miss Lulamoon to join me. She looks hungry.”

Stagecoach blinked in surprise, but nodded. When he invited her in, the mare looked at him as though he was playing a cruel joke, but she reluctantly walked in when Verdigris caught her eye. By the time she arrived, her bravado was in place. “To what does the Great and Powerful Trixie owe this?” she asked haughtily. “Furthermore, what will she owe afterwards?” she added, her facade slipping.

“Can’t a stallion be gallant without somepony being suspicious?” Trixie flinched as his eyes met hers. “Then sit down and enjoy.” He looked at her curiously when she did. “Bought a new wagon?” She nodded. “Took all your ready bits?” Another nod. “Okay. I can understand that. Maybe starting over is a hardship, but you still have to take care of yourself.”

She raised her nose. “Hmph! What would you know of that, sir?” A bottle of shampoo appeared on the table, and she looked at it. Her eyes twitched, and she looked at his cutie mark. “Trixie sees.”

“All right, stop the third-person,” Verdigris said a little testily. “Sounds as though you don’t think you’re real, and that’s a little creepy.”

“Tri – I will try, but years of habit will not go away over lunch,” Lulamoon replied. “Thank you, Verdigris.” She tilted her head to one side. “Or do you prefer … ” she trailed off as he glared at her. “Tr – I see. You don’t.”

“You’re good,” he said as the coffee arrived; Stagecoach left the pot, and Verdigris continued softly, “I didn’t think anypony outside Canterlot knew I was the Reluctant Prince.”

“I was in Canterlot not long ago, and rumor control is a contradiction in terms,” Trixie replied with a hint of smugness, which vanished quickly. “I have heard what they are saying about me, and not only is it unflattering, it’s untrue. Most of it,” she admitted after a few seconds. “I don’t understand. My spiel hardly raised eyebrows before Ponyville.”

“You’re going to find ponies outside the big cities aren’t impressed by exaggeration,” he replied. “Even more if they’re along the coast. Why Oceanside?”

“There’s nothing else past here, other than the supply stops,” he replied.

“I was told it would be cheaper to go by ship to Manehattan, and I could put on performances along the way,” Trixie replied as their food arrived. “Um, can we continue talking later?” she asked sheepishly.

“Sure. Most ponies never take the time to enjoy the smaller pleasures.” They ate in silence as Verdigris ignored the muttering from the Oceansiders; he’d heard it before. When he didn’t react, they quieted down and just glared between bites.

Verdigris sneered. “My adoring public. Ponies who blame me for how things are changing in Oceanside, and they’re right, to a point. I didn’t do anything but refuse to go along with the status quo. I made waves by being who and what I am, and standing up to the bullies. My worst offense is being helped by Celestia, and becoming her god-son. No big deal,” he finished sarcastically.

“Nothing, if I have any say. They’re not in the power structure any more, so you have nothing to worry about. All they can do is gossip, and I’ll send a message ahead to nip that in the bud.” Trixie nodded as she looked at the fish cakes. “They won’t kill you. I’ve eaten fish all my life. You can’t grow or ship everything into coast towns. They’re good.” The mare reluctantly tried a bite, and rolled her eyes with pleasure. “Trying new things isn’t all bad.”

“The parade ground at the Coast Patrol station is big enough. The only thing we can’t help is the weather.” She blinked in surprise. “The oceanic storms are too big and powerful. There aren’t enough Pegasai to do much, once they get up to their full strength.”

Trixie nodded and they finished their meal in silence. Verdigris paid, and they walked out together. One Unicorn stallion among the Oceansiders said, “So, got another one, Verdigris? Bet your marefriends would like to hear that.”

Verdigris stopped suddenly, shut his eyes and ground his teeth. “Don’t let Honey Bunch or Sea Grass hear you say that, Bollard. They’d have me beat you into the ground, and you know it.” He turned to face the table, which went silent. “You got a problem with me, better make sure you’ve got the bits for an extended hospital stay. I got tired of being bullied fast, and you know what happened.”

“Don’t threaten me, Patrol. I can make your life miserable,” the maroon-and-grey stallion retorted.

“Wanna bet? Snapdragon’s not the Council Chair any more, and Full Sail’s rotting in prison. Surestrike won’t like it if you try anything, and I don’t need the Constabulary to protect me,” the Alicorn replied coldly. “The changes are here to stay, and you know they’re not all because of me. Celestia knew what was going on before Breakwater was removed. Y’see, there are mares who matter, and some who won’t put up with the attitude. You should have known nothing’s forever. Oceanside’s its own worst enemy, you ask me.”

Bollard stared at him, then looked away abruptly. Verdigris looked at Trixie, then shrugged as they continued outside. “What was that all about?” she asked as they sat on a bench.

“Small-town politics. The only difference is they’re more open and honest about it. The power structure out here is very different from Canterlot,” he explained. “Everypony knows who’s in whose camp, unlike the Capital. That’s why they’re so understated and soft-spoken about it there. A threat is still a threat, but how it’s made is very different.”

Trixie shivered. “I’ve never liked politics. I’ve always been on the wrong end of it, it seems.”

Verdigris nodded. “I’ve always hated politics. It never seems to be about what’s needed, but what some bunch of ponies want. Forget doing right by the town, forget doing the job, just make sure you keep the job.” He scowled. “I hate that attitude. It always seems to be about control, and it’s disgusting. Then there are the hangers-on and sycophants like Bollard, who think they’ve got the inside track, and don’t realize they’re being used. It doesn’t do the town any good, but they don’t care.”

“Somehow, I think I have the better life,” Trixie said after a few moments. “There’s no security, and audiences can be fickle, but at least I’m in charge of my own destiny. To a point.”

The train’s whistle sounded, and Trixie went to supervise the loading of her new, smaller wagon. Verdigris inspected it as the operation proceeded, and noticed the mean smile the carriage-builder was hiding.

“I hope you charged her the specified rate, Wainwright. I’d hate to think one of Celestia’s employees was gouging the customers,” Verdigris said loudly, attracting the station manager’s attention. The Earth stallion started, then looked away. “I see. Get her change, and don’t let this happen again. Do all government employees think they’re being under-paid, or is it just you?” Verdigris watched as he skulked away, muttering. “I’ve told him about that twice. Strike three.”

“Are you saying he over-charged me?” Trixie said, her surprise going over to anger. Her eyes sparkled dangerously.

“For the last time.” Verdigris caught the manager’s eye, and the Unicorn nodded. As Trixie’s “change” was brought out, he muttered, “I hate doing that, but why do they have to play games? They’re well-paid.”

Trixie accepted her bits stoically, then said, “Thank you, Verdigris. I don’t see why you’re doing this for me.”

“Nopony should be cheated, Trixie. They don’t deserve it,” he replied as the manager followed the carriage-builder out of sight. “Let’s get aboard. This could get ugly.”

Sunset approached as the train pulled into Oceanside Station. Trixie and Verdigris were the last to debark, as they expected nopony to meet them. Verdigris was wrong: Surestrike and Freeboard stood on the platform, watching everypony, and the Magistrate nodded when their eyes met. Verdigris trotted over and tapped forelegs with the stallions. “I’m surprised to see you two here. What’s going on?”

“Just wanted to tell you the Rus went home a few days ago,” the Pegasus replied. “Birch wants you to see ‘Storm, of course.” The former Royal Guard paused, then asked quietly, “Are you okay?”

“I should be. The Aerie worked its magic,” Verdigris answered as Trixie retrieved her wagon. “Mom and the others are all right, if anypony’s wondering.”

“Is that Trixie Lulamoon?” Freeboard asked. Verdigris nodded, and he said, “I saw her in Manehattan a few years ago. Impressive stuff, but I hope you told her she’ll have to tone it down here.”

“I will. Since she doesn’t have any accommodations, I’ll put her up in the Grange, so she can’t avoid it,” the Alicorn replied with a smile.

“Maybe. Gotta train my replacements, and take care of a few things, but I should have most days free,” Verdigris said as Trixie stopped nearby. “Ah, gents, allow me to introduce The Great and Powerful Trixie. Miss Lulamoon, these are two friends of mine; Magistrate Surestrike, and Freeboard, owner of one of our shipping concerns.” Trixie and the stallions shook hooves. “Since we don’t have hotels or the like, you’ll be staying at the Patrol Grange. Will that do?”

“Thank you,” Trixie replied. “Trixie is pleased and charmed, gentle-colts.”

“Back on stage already. Oh, well,” Verdigris said, earning a chuckle. “Let’s go. It gets dark fast out here. See you two later. G’night.” The pair walked toward the lighthouse, Trixie looking at the sky intently as Verdigris prioritized his next few days. They arrived as the shift changed, and Birchbark walked out. “Evening, Birch.”

The stallion did a double-take, then smiled cautiously. “Good to see you, Verdigris. Who’s this?”

“The Great and Powerful Trixie is pleased to make your acquaintance, Captain.” Verdigris face-hoofed, and she continued, “I have a reputation and image to maintain, Your Excellency. Surely, even you can understand that.” Trixie’s smile was a bit mean as she unhitched herself and chocked the wagon’s wheels.

“Oh, I understand, all right,” Verdigris replied sourly. “And stop calling me Shirley.”

It was mid-morning when Ivan heard the knock on the door of his modest apartment. He walked to the door and opened it. "Celestia?" he said in surprise.

He did so. They walked about twenty minutes, until they reached their destination; despite Ivan's prodding the Solar Princess remained tight-lipped all the way. However, Ivan began to notice things like brighter walls, nicer decor and the ponies around them were in snappier attire. Then it hit him. “Celestia? You mean I’m – how am I going to afford it?” he said in mild shock.

Celestia turned her head and grinned. “Figured it out, eh? Here, let me show you your new apartment. Don't worry about payments. I have that covered.” She giggled a little. “A Princess can do a lot for ponies who deserve it.”

“Oh, you're hard to get.” Celestia smiled. It was good that he was opening up, but there was still something he was holding back. Well, that’s part of today’s little adventure, she thought.

“Stoic Rus fatalism at work, here,” he deadpanned. Celestia burst out laughing while Ivan grinned.

“Well, here we are,” Celestia said as they approached the doors to his new apartments. She opened the Prench doors and they were immediately assaulted by six mares.

Ivan stepped in front of Celestia, ready to defend her, and two things happened: The mares paused at Ivan's dangerous glare and Celestia giggled, which caused Ivan to look at her in bafflement. "I'm missing something, aren't I?"

"Sorry. I should have told you," the Solar Princess apologized. "Ivan, meet the Bearers. Twilight Sparkle, the Element of Magic; Rarity, the Element of Generosity; Applejack, the Element of Honesty; Pinkie Pie, the Element of Laughter; Fluttershy, the Element of Kindness, and, last but not least, Rainbow Dash, the Element of Loyalty.” She let them exchange nods, then asked, “Is Verdigris on his way?”

Twilight wondered why she didn't mention Omnius, but let it go. She could ask later.

Applejack nodded and said, “Just left, Princess. Thanks for the invite and teleport.”

Pinkie Pie – being Pinkie Pie, of course – got in Ivan's face and said excitedly. "When's your birthday? Ever celebrate it? Huh-huh-huh?”

"Er, I never had a birthday party in my life," Ivan said. He kept his expression and voice neutral, despite his irritation.

Pinkie tripped over herself in shock and fell backward. "What? Please say it’s not so."

Celestia stepped forward and said, “That's one of the reasons I brought you here, girls. What I’m about to tell you must not leave this room. Understand?” She waited for them to nod.

Celestia related Ivan's painful history to the Bearers. She left nothing out, but Applejack sensed that Ivan had kept something from her. “Look, sugarcube, ya told the Princess the truth, but I get the feelin’ you're holdin’ something back. What is it?”

Ivan looked into her eyes and instantly knew. Those eyes were the kind that saw past any bullshit he might throw up and would seek the truth and expose it. He looked into the other Bearers’ eyes and saw the same. He was trapped.

Celestia watched, feeling his turmoil, and wondering if it was as bad as she suspected. Cadance said abusers sometimes come in pairs, in these circumstances, she thought. “It will be our secret, Ivan. I promise,” she said gently. “If it helps, I’ll even Pinkie Promise.”

He looked at her gratefully, but shook his head. “No, don’t. Yes, I’ve held part of it back. My parents both beat me, but I could take that. What hurt far worse was my mother verbally abused me, called me every name in the book, and then some. It was as though she hated the sight of me, and I still don’t know why.” He paused to take a few calming breaths, and Fluttershy approached, wrapped him in her wings and held him as he calmed down. She didn’t say a word; she didn’t need to.

“That’s – that’s,” Rainbow began, but couldn’t finish. She quivered in barely-contained rage. The others – other than Fluttershy – weren’t far behind, from what he could see. “I won’t say it!”

“Flyin’ off the handle won’t help none, Dash,” Applejack soothed. “Life ain’t all sunshine an’ daisies.”

“No, he doesn’t,” the stallion replied. “I’ve never mentioned it in his presence.”

“Don’t give any hints. He’s really good,” Applejack said. “Smarter’n a whip.”

“If it’s something to do with your appearance, I’d keep that hidden. Although, he can probably see through the enchantment on your armor,” Twilight added after a little thought, and a glance at Celestia. “With the right spell, of course.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised,” the Princess agreed. “I doubt he’d hold any of it against you. It’s not your fault, Ivan.”

“I know, but it still hurts. Like uncle Nikolai said, it may never stop.” He took a final breath and gently unwrapped himself from Fluttershy’s embrace. “Thank you. All of you, for your patience and understanding. I think I’ll be all right.”

“I’m sorry, but I wanted you to be as rid of this as possible when he returns, Ivan. You don’t need this hanging over you.”

“Well, I know how to get that started,” Pinkie said as she walked to and opened the closet, dragging the party cannon out into the living room. Everypony tensed, and Ivan leapt in front of Celestia.

Verdigris stood on the deck, looking out to sea. It was almost as though he hadn’t left. He thought back on the past few months, then shook his head. Let it go. There’s plenty of time for that, he thought. He just stood there, enjoying the wind as it washed over him.

Trixie’s hoof-steps announced her presence, and she stopped at his side. She looked up at the stars for a few minutes, then asked, “How are you feeling?”

“I’m not sure. I love this town, and hate it at the same time. I’m glad to be back, but I can feel the resentment creeping back.” He shook his head, and resumed looking out to sea. “Anyway, enough of my troubles. Settled in?”

She nodded. “I’ve thought about what you said, and I’ll try. I’m so used to the cities, and their audiences.”

“You can’t do that out here. You can’t belittle or smarm at your audience. If nothing else, they’re your bread and butter.”

Trixie smiled. “Literally.” She thought for a moment, then asked, “What approach should I use?”

“Like I said, tone it down. Ponies out here are more open with their thoughts, and some foals are fairly literal-minded, as you found out. Doesn’t cost much to be a little polite.”

Trixie nodded, and yawned. “Oh. I should get to bed. I have a long day ahead, I think. Good night.” She turned and walked inside.

“Good night,” he replied to her back. “Pleasant dreams,” he added softly as he looked at the moon.

I think so. I just need to finish, and get other things started. Don’t worry; the time will pass quickly, I think. I’ll be back before you know it.

‘Tis the only way I can endure thine absence, my love. We will speak again, ere long. I will try not to count the days, she replied. Good e’en.

Beauty Is Where You Find It

by Verdigris

Building II: Relationships and Trust (OT:E)