“This cake is delicious Pinkie Pie, have you done something different to what you normally do?” Twilight turned to Pinkie Pie, who had joined the table after finishing her duties as a caterer. Most of the party quests were beginning to file out, and the musicians were packing up in preparation to leave.
“Actually, Blue made the cake, but I’m glad to hear you like it.” Pinkie Pie smiled as everyone turned to look to Blue, who nearly choked on his drink, before putting it down.
“Yeah, Blue’s a pretty good cook. You should see what he does with vegetables. He’s also tried making me hay sandwiches, but he’s still having trouble with the ingredients.” Lyra smirked as Blue gave a sheepish smile before smirking in and pointing to himself, proclaiming his awesomeness. Everyone at the table rolled their eyes, except a certain rainbow pegasus who then proceeded to argue over what being ‘awesome’ meant.
“I’ll admit I’m surprised, how did you get to be such a great cook?” Twilight finished off her slice and turned to look to Blue as he turned his attention away from Rainbow Dash. Giving a shrug, he took another sip of his drink.
“Gramps used to take me on some of his longer trips, and sometimes he would leave one of his assistants to babysit. I learned everything I know from them really, they would let me cook sometimes.” Blue looked to the PASS on his wrist, and thought for a moment on Professor Oak. What research was he doing now?
“Well it was quite a lovely evening, but I’m afraid I must retire. I will see you all tomorrow, farewell.” Rarity stood up, and bowed her head as she left, waving them goodbye. Dash and Fluttershy were quick to follow, an earth pony named Applejack following soon after. Pinkie Pie excused herself to begin cleaning up, and Twilight rose and gave them a wave.
“I’ll see you all tomorrow. Don’t leave without saying goodbye eh?” Twilight winked, and left, bidding goodbye to Pinkie on her way. Blue and Lyra stood up, and left the party together, coming to stand outside and look to each other.
“So you got any plans Lyra?” Blue looked upward to the sky and took in the full moon. He wondered briefly what the pokemon moon was like, and if there were Clefairy’s on it as the legends spoke.
“Well I saw my parents at the party. I‘m going to spend the night and most of tomorrow morning with them, but if you want we can meet up at my house for lunch. What about you?” Lyra looked toward her parents home, one of the few houses with lights on in the street. It hadn’t been a very good meeting at the party, but she was hoping to rekindle their relationship in the morning.
“Oh nothing much, I’ll probably go and sleep somewhere on the edges of that forest.” Blue leaned back and folded his arms behind his head, looking down and away from the stars.
“Do you want to come with me?” Lyra knew her parents were going to hate it, and it would ruin her chances of rekindling their relationship, but she couldn’t just leave Blue alone while she went to her parents.
“Nah, I wouldn’t mind some time alone. It’s been quite a while since I’ve had a chance to. You go do family stuff, I’ll see you tomorrow.” Blue turned and began making his way toward the Everfree, waving with his hand without looking back before once more folding it behind his head. Lyra watched him go, before turning and trotting to her parents house. Blue glanced back once and saw her enter, her parents giving their daughter a loving smile despite the unusual circumstances.
Turning around, he headed out of the town and toward a large hill on the edges of the Everfree. Looking to the sky, he wondered if some time in the past someone had sat here in the rain, ignoring everything around him. Pulling out a pokeball, Blue summoned Arcanine, before finding a comfy patch of grass to sit down on, waiting for Arcanine to lay beside him before laying his head down as well.
The warmth of his pokemon quickly chased away any cold in the area around him, and he was soon comfortable despite the cold wind and hard ground. Closing his eyes, he sighed once as he remembered the loving smile on Lyra’s parents faces, and remembered his own mother, his mouth turning downward slightly.
The night passed uneventfully, despite his thoughts.