Lyra and Bon Bon visit Wales
Epilogue
Admiral Biscuit
By the time she'd finished composing her notes into three essays, a letter to the School for Gifted Unicorns, and a friendship report, it was nearly dawn. She stomped up to bed, but sleep wouldn't come. She tossed and turned for a while, before finally getting up.
She went down to the kitchen and made herself a sandwich, drifting it out of the kitchen and over to the fireplace in the main room. As she chewed the sandwich and looked into the darkened hearth, she thought about her time at Canterlot High. Lyra and Bon Bon's trip brought back a bunch of happy memories, and it would be great to visit when there wasn't a crisis.
Well, why not? She'd planned to write up her notes today, but that was already done. It would be nice to see her other friends again, and see how they were doing.
Spike was less enthusiastic about the proposal—or maybe it was being pulled out of bed before dawn—but he brightened when she reminded him he'd get to see a Rarity. Sometimes she felt bad playing on his emotions like that, but it did produce results.
She hastily grabbed her saddlebags and stuffed them full of notepaper and pens. She thought about bringing some gifts for her bipedal friends, but a quick glance around the library failed to reveal anything they'd be particularly interested in, and if she took too long, Spike was apt to go back to his basket. He was already yawning again.
I don't need the leash anymore; they know he can talk, she thought. Okay, pretty sure I've got everything I'll need for a quick trip.
She closed her eyes and began focusing her magical energy. The spell would let her appear anyplace in their world, and she'd put in a slight provision that let her spy through the opening portal and shift it around, in order to land precisely where she wanted to: it wasn't limited like the mirror portal. She'd bypassed that in the spell she gave Lyra, since it was already about as difficult a spell as the mint unicorn could cast, but Twilight was blessed with far more magical potential.
A quick glimpse of the high school showed that it was practically deserted, and the clock on the tower showed it was four in the afternoon. I'll have to write a paper about time disparities as they relate to interplanar travel via portals. She shook her head and focused back on the task at hoof. Girls will probably be at the coffee shop, she thought, shifting her focus.
Sure enough, as the locus of the spell shifted, she spotted her friends. Unsurprisingly, Pinkie saw her, too, and began waving like a maniac. Twilight grunted and let the magic go.
With a pop not unlike the sound a balloon bursting makes, Twilight and Spike appeared in the center of the coffee shop. To her great good fortune, Flash Sentry was at the counter, getting himself a latte. He turned at the noise; his face lit up in recognition, followed an instant later by his cheeks turning crimson.
Why do I feel cold all of a sudden? Twilight thought.
"Twilight?" Spike said softly. "I think—"
"Uh, Twi?" Applejack muttered. "We normally wear clothes."