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// A story from Daisy 
// Story: Unforgotten 
// by Riddle-Me-Think 
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I do not own My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

Pre-read by Crystal Static




Looks like all of our worrying was for nothing, Twilight smiled to herself as the last changeling left the stage and joined up with the rest of the ponies. Things had stabilized considerably when Cypher Splash had joined Ditzy, her girls and coltfriend. Things continued to smooth over more when Ditzy’s youngest daughter, Dinky, began asking Cypher to stay in her changing form.

Though it took some prodding from both bubbly mare and her equally bubbly daughter, Cypher did break down and change back. When she did, a few others, such as Roma, decided to help the ponies get use to their changeling presence. 

Though the minority was still looking unnerved by the bug-ponies around, they now looked less likely to bolt at the slightest sudden movement. That alone made Twilight happy enough and call the party a success so far.

Seeing as things were holding up just fine for now, Twilight turned away and headed into the barn to get herself something to eat. When the mail mare mentioned how good the muffins were, Twilight had been getting an urge to try some.

On her way, Twilight passed the table where both Gem sisters were still leaning on Big Mac, who looked decidedly embarrassed over their little introduction of themselves. Now on the other side of the table sat Cheerilee, who was giving a slightly hard look at the three, the same kind of look as gave her students when they misbehaved.

No matter how hard of a stare she gave, the two changelings in their pegasi guise did not show any sort of nervousness. After  good long time, the school teacher sighed with a shake of her head. Seeing as that idea was not getting her anywhere, she turned all attention to Mac.

In response to her expectant look, Big Mac slightly straightened up, while Cheerilee asked, “Macintosh, are you really fine with this?” Giving the two mares a dubious look.

Seeing as neither mare on both sides of him were acting up, Mac simply replied, “Eyup.”

Looking over the large stallion’s expression, Cheerilee backed down some, seeing he had no problem with the situation. Turning her eyes to Ivory, she asked, “And what about you and your sister?” Casting a glance to Ebony, “I know your changeling and Mac seems to be fine with you both, but your different from the rest. Why?”

She and the rest of the ponies only seen the two in their changeling form for a while, but what they did see made them nervous. They were a bit more taller, looked more developed and had cat-eyes that gave off the most faintest of glows. The most striking thing about one of them was that Ivory was nearly pure white, with sapphire eyes and shell.

Giving only smiles, the twins said, “We are what you would call changeling heirs.” With Ebony pointing out into the crowd telling, “The others you see are changeling commons, and you will see them more often than not with our race.” Ivory soon lifted a hoof of her own telling, “There are also changeling drones, but you will not see any here. They are even more numerous than commons are.”

Though she was paying attention, Cheerilee still was not sure how to feel about the two before her. She did not really know them as much as she could, only coming a crossed them in passing before they started staying with the Apples. Granted she knew more about them since that time and had chats with them every time they came to drop Apple Bloom off, but she still was not sure what to think.

“Instructor Cheerilee.” Ivory spoke up, breaking the maroon mare out of her slight musings in her mind, “Please speak you mind, we can feel your conflict.” The concern in the faux pony’s voice made Cheerilee pause some and think.

Looking to the side, she told, “I don't know what to think Ebony, Ivory.” Running a hoof over the tables edge, “I…It’s hard to know what to say to a couple of ponies—” she stopped herself there and rephrased, “I’m sorry, a couple of changelings that had been with one of my long time friends, and thinking about the recent…invasion in Canterlot…”

When she looked up, Cheerilee had expected to see looks of shame or possibly anger at mentioning the incident in Canterlot. She was partially right, as Ivory looked the part of shame, and Ebony held anger, but both of their expressions shifted to that of pain and fury.

The two sisters looked back up, and without making any sort of seen communication, they spoke, “We understand, Instructor Cheerilee, but you also must understand this.” Both tapping the table in unison, “We are of the Gem clan, one of the clans who helped defend Canterlot. Those that attacked were of the Willed, Veron—” The next name they seemed to choke, almost unwilling to say it, but eventually told sullenly, “And the Malek.”

While Ivory got up and went into the barn, Ebony continued on, “You have a right to not fully trust my sister and I, but know that what had happened was from desperation. The three other clans attacked because they had little option to…”

Folding her ears some, Cheerilee apologized, “I didn’t mean to sound bias to you both… It’s just a lot to take in I guess…” Rubbing her foreleg in a uncomfortable manner.

“Eyup.” Bic Mac supplied with a knowing nod before things just went into silence between the three.

Then, for no apparent reason, Ebony began to gain a warm smile on her muzzle, one that began to turn more brighter as the mare giggled to herself. While Cheerilee looked bemused, Mac merely turned his head around to spot Ivory coming back with two plates balanced on her wings. Around the ivory white mare were three fillies, each one chatting away and keeping pace with the mare.

An orange filly in particular jumped up, holding herself off the ground with her buzzing wings for a moment asking excitedly, “Really, you can fight off ten robbers at once?” Getting into what the changeling mare was telling.

Once more giggling, Ivory told, “I was not only one, sister Ebony was handling half of them for me while the rest of the clan moved our caravan away.”

Moving up more, Sweetie Belle asked, “Rarity says a lady must know how to use fans properly to share social hits.” Turning her head to the side with curiosity, “Do you she also meant with how you use a fan on those bad guys?” Eyes shinning with innocents.

Giggling once again, Ivory answered, “The fans both Ebony and I use are very different from friend Rarity’s.” Shortly reaching the table and depositing the two full plates before the other three, “They are made for combat, and look the part of fans to disguise their real intended use.”

“And what was their main use?” The question came from Cheerilee, who had surprised herself with even asking the question aloud.

Though she looked hesitant on answering, Ivory went on and answered, “They are our defense in combat, as I said.” Sitting down next to Big Mac once more saying, “They also serve for when both I and Ebony wish to…” At this she did hesitate to say more, and looked to the fillies around her.

Seeing her sister plight, Ebony went on saying, “To search out and remove elements that might cause strife to the clan as a whole. We do it with charm and allure before taking our presented opportunity” Making her words as complex and vague to the fillies, but not to the school teacher, who would get the hint.

By the realization in the mares feelings, both sisters guessed that Cheerilee did figure out the hidden meaning.

“I-I see.” Cheerilee nodded a bit rigidly, not sure how to take the idea of two, what she think they hinted at, assassins. Looking to Big Mac, she could tell that they had not really told him everything about themselves, as he seemed to come to a similar conclusion.

Feeling the mare’s unease, Ivory thought of a way to help ease Cheerilee’s worries. Using both of her hooves and wings, she scooped up the three fillies close to her, using them to tickle them all, saying, “But we have past that time, and only wish for a family of our own.”

Nuzzling the red stallions side, Ebony asked, “You would help us with that dream, wont you Beau?” Fluttering her eye’s at him disarmingly.
Looking away from Ebony, Mac tried to keep his gaze away from hers, but was met with Ivory’s own soft doe eyes. Before he could open his mouth, Apple Bloom asked, “Wai’ are ya two askin’ my brother t’ marry ya both?”

Mac promptly looked about with darting eyes, as both Gem sister giggled with Ivory answering, “Maybe…” Sending a look to the usually stoic stallion.

“Ew, gross!” Scootaloo called out, trying to break free of the white mares grasp. But she too was finding out why her friend had warned her of both Ivory’s and Ebony’s hugs. There was nearly no escape, as the hooves and wings were used to keep her and her fiends contained.

With a devious look in her eye, Ebony shot up and darted around Mac, preceding to follow up with her sisters thought and attack. The somewhat low murmur of ponies talking was then broken by the squeals and giggled of the three CMC foals, who did all they could to escape the two mares.

Despite everything that had happened as of yet, Cheerilee could not help but smile and laugh at the sight. She may have trouble having any trust in them just yet, but she was willing to give them a chance.





“Aw, that’s so cute!” Lilly gushed from where she sat at a table, watching the two Gem sisters play around with the three fillies in their hooves.

Rose just rolled her eyes at the display, not making any comment to the scene. Admittedly though, it was amusing to watch, and she kept an eye on the group. A few times one of the fillies would escape, but just as quickly get caught by Ebony or Ivory.

Unable to hold back her smile any longer, Rose laughed, “Ok, I can't hold it any longer, that is rather adorable.” Laughing once more as Scootaloo got close to escaping, only for Pinkie Pie to leap in and join in the fun.

Laughing openly at the collaborating mares that continued their tickle attack, Rose elbowed Daisy asking, “So, think we should help?” Snickering a bit more.

When she did not get a reply, Rose turned back to her fellow flower pony. What she saw was a mare with a far off gaze and a look of longing. Lifting a hoof, Rose slightly shook the other mare lightly.

Daisy felt herself back into reality and look into Rose’s forest green eyes that held a ting of concern while asking, “Hey, you ok there Daisy?”

Blinking a few time, Daisy told, “Yeah, I’m fine.” Shaking her head a few times ad blinking a bit more, “Just remembering something, that’s all…”

Feeling another hoof being placed on her back, Daisy felt a new sensation of empathy flow into her body, as Lily’s voice said beside her, “Are you talking about your clan?”

Giving a mute nod at her caring friend’s question, Daisy focused slightly teary eyes to the playing group once more saying, “I remember some times when I was younger… When I would help my Ma and Pa…” Lifting a hoof to remove a stray tear.

“What were they like?”

Daisy looked up quickly to find Twilight standing before their table, using her magic to hold up a cup filled with punch. Hoofing the floor a few times, Twilight said, “I didn't mean to overhear, but I thought I could take this moment to get to know you a bit better…” 

Thinking it over, Daisy eventually nodded silently, letting the lavender mare take a seat before the flower ponies. Looking to the sides for a moment to gather her thoughts, Daisy asked, “You wanted to know more about me?”

Giving a positive nod, Twilight said, “I was hoping you would share a story of when you were still part of your clan.” Taking a moment to think over her words adding, “If your alright with it, I understand from Mask that losing a clan is hard for your people…”

Waving a hoof before Twilight, Daisy smiled, “No, it’s alright.” Letting out a breath saying, “It hurts to talk about them, but it’s all I have left to remember my clan by…” Going a little quiet at the end.

With a thoughtful look, Lilly perked up, “Why not you tell Twilight about one of those days in your clan?” Looking slightly past the pink mare to glance at Rose.

Getting at what her friend was thinking, Rose nodded, “Yea, maybe one about that one foal.”

Daisy couldn't help but smile some, and she admittedly remembered one story she could share. Feeling the unicorn mare’s curiosity staring to rise at each word said, Daisy said, “Well… alright.” Sitting up a bit more and starting off, “It started in the morning, when Ma was just waking me up…”





Reaching the small bed that was used for her daughter, Dawns Shadow lifted her hole riddled hoof and shook the young nymph calling, “Rise and shine my little flower, Its time to get up and greet the day.”

Slowly, two blue orbs began to open, glowing the most softest of light in the dark room before they closed once more to let out a yawn. Groggily getting up and shaking their head, the mother could only giggle lightly at her child’s cuteness before nudging the nymph up.

Following her mothers urgings, the small changeling got up and out of bed, still rubbing her eyes from her sleepiness. With a smile, Dawning Shadow continued to move the slowly moving nymph telling, “Come on Daisy, we have a big day ahead of us, and your father has something for you.”

That seemed to wake up little Daisy, who all but ran out of room and towards where she thought her father was. The mother laughed at her daughters eagerness, stepping out into the dim light and showing off her multi-braided, hole filled mane and caring smile. She took her time making her way towards her mate’s current place of work, knowing she can catchup by flying.

Daisy herself ran with what energy she had, a big smile on her face while she continued to blow some of her curly mane from blocking her sight. She both loved and hated her mane, as it was all poofy and silky, but at the same time, wild and uncontrollable.

Quickly turning around the next corner, Daisy could not keep her eyes from looking over the rope-like-railing that separated her from the rest of the clan. She was high up, in one of the bigger trees of the clan hive and able to look over the forest like clan that was filled with a number of trees.

Moss and vines also join in with the ever expansive underground forest, filled with a number of flowers that rested near rocky creeks that had crystal clear water. Part of her wanted to use her just-grown-in wings to fly down and explore the forest again, but papa has something for me! Smiling again and redoubling her efforts.

Higher and higher did the small changeling get, climbing up the elevated rope bridges that helped her reach the third highest point of the clan hive. Up here, a number of circular platforms and rope bridges connected with a number of other large trees, stalagmites and stalactites. All around, homes and shops were made on the sides of each tree, some made into the plant itself, making a hybrid living home.

Still going full speed, Daisy made her way through the changelings before her, going under, over and around them all, giggling all the while, before reaching her destination. Most changelings showed a lack of surprise at the young nymph, lifting hooves and ducking their heads as if expecting such things. Than again, it was common for the young to run about in this clan, especially here were the nursery was nearby.

Running past another drone that was in her path, Daisy all but flew into the workshop that belong to her father, calling out excitedly, “Papa, I‘m here, momma said you got something for me!”

Cheerful laughter could be heard from the platform overhead, as a male changing poked his head over the edge saying, “Did she now?” Looking at the excite little one before him, “Now, I wonder what gave her that idea?” Smiling at the pouting face of his daughter.

Buzzing her wings with some effort, Daisy took off from the ground with some lack of control, still trying to learn how to properly ascend with her insect wings. When she was halfway up, a green veil wrapped itself around her, quickly helping the nymph up and setting her down onto her fathers platform .

With a proud smile, he patted Daisy on the head telling, “Well, aren’t you the natural flyer?” Smiling even wider as the young changeling seemed to puff out her chest with her own pride.

“Nazeem, are you forcing our child to fly up to your workspace?” Called the voice of Dawns Shadow, as she gave her mate a slightly disapproving look, adding, “You know she should be learning how to stick to walls before learning how to fly higher.”

With an unconcerned look, Nazeem waved off his mate saying, “She‘ll learn that on her own, I‘m sure of it.” Only receiving a glare from the female changeling.

After a while she stopped glaring at her stag, deciding to look to Daisy telling, “After your father is done giving you his gift, I want you to meet me in the nursery.” Getting an affirming nod from her daughter, Dawns Shadow smiled and left for the mentioned nursery, knowing she had some work to do.

With a confused look, Daisy looked up to her father saying, “Papa, why does momma always get angry with you?” Only having limited experience in reading the emotions that went between her two changelings parents.

With another cheerful laugh, Nazeem scratched his messy rats-nest of a mane before saying, “Because she knows that arguments are the only way she can potentially win against me.” Only further confusing the his daughter.

With a big smile he told, “You‘ll figure it out when you get older, I‘m sure.” Turing around and motioning for his daughter to follow him to his workbench.

Following her father to his workbench, Daisy was shown a number of parts set before her. Rope, wood, and metal triggers all arranged before he, she gave her father a curious look as if asking what he was up to. With a jovial laugh, he told, “Today, I‘m going to teach you how to make a Chu-ko-nu.”

With suddenly wide eyes and a big smile, Daisy jumped in place saying, “You mean the bow thingy everyling uses!” Remembering seeing a number of her clan using a unique bow like weapon in the woods below for practice.

Nodding, Nazeem continued to smile, “And once you master how to make them with me, then I‘ll teach you to make the poison for it and use it with respect.” Patting the desk with the parts. From his daughters grinning face, he knew she was going to enjoy learning how to do this.





With a raised brow, Twilight asked, “Your dad taught you how to make weapons when you were still a filly?” A little thrown off at the idea. She didn't bother asking about the poison yet, as she was still trying to take in the making weapons part.

Nodding in her friends place, Rose told, “That’s right, Daisy can assemble that weapon of hers any time she likes. Pretty cool if you ask me.” Tossing a hoof over Daisy’s shoulders.

Giving a proud smile, Daisy said, “The Chu-ko-nu was may clans main weapon, so in a way it was a tradition that we all learn how to make one.” Looking down to one of the cupcakes on her plate. Taking up the small treat into her hooves, she continued, “Their simple to make, and if I need to, I can make them in bulk on my own.”

Then cast a look to Lilly saying, “Though I might not give them to just anypony…”

“It was only once!” Lilly pointed her hoof in selfdefense, “Just one time!”

While the other two flower ponies laughed at Lilly’s antics, Twilight said, “So, what happened after that?” Wishing for the story to continue. A pony that had appeared next to Twilight also nodded to this.

Daisy did a double take at the new arrival, but shrugged his presents off and continued on.





After her quick lesson on how to assemble the repeating crossbow weapon that her clan had becoming accustom too, Daisy made her way to her mother’s workplace, the nursery. Like any changeling clan, the nursery was where all young changelings are kept for a time so they might become comfortable around their clansmen.

The idea in itself was rather simple. Because the clan is considered one large family, all younglings stay in the same place for at least a year, bonding and becoming close to their ‘siblings and cousins’. Some stay even longer than others, becoming so accustom to the nursery that they later become the caretakers to it, tending to the next generation.

Daisy’s mother, Dawns Shadow, happened to be one such changeling common, having a love for the younger changelings of the clan. She had spent most of her life in the nursery, acting as caretaker once she had reached the appropriate age, becoming a den-mother of sorts. Though she didn’t like it much herself, Daisy had to admit that she enjoyed visiting her ‘brothers and sisters’ that would be born into the clan.

The young changing looked up when she reached the nursery, seeing the large and round like nest that resembled something akin to a bee-hive. All around she could see a number of older drones crawling all over the round structure, keeping their prism eyes peeled for either threats or escaped nymphs. The later being more common, as the little squirts had some strange tendency to somehow leave a highly guarded structure.

Entering through the large circular entrance, Daisy gave a quick look about, trying to find one of the changeling commons that worked in the nursery. Spotting one, she made her way over to her, tapping their leg to catch their attention.

Turning around and looking down, the common smiled and said, “Why hello Daisy, here to help your mother?” Recognizing the younger changeling she had kept watch over before.

Daisy nodded up to her and told, “Momma told me to meet her here. Do you know where she is?” Tilting her head to the side, adding an innocent look to the younger changeling.

Nodding to her, the older changeling pointed to one of the halls that were higher up telling, “She‘s tending to the newly hatched drones, I suggest you be quiet when going inside.”

“Thank you miss!” Daisy smiled up, rushing towards the place she was directed, not noticing the giggling mare behind her. Reaching the wall, Daisy started to buzz her wings again, struggling slightly to accede up to the entrance for a while. Reaching it’s edge, the little changeling used both hooves to grab it, pulling herself the rest of the way up.

Why do we have to climb and fly everywhere? The young changeling thought to herself, why don’t we make stairs…like those ponies papa talks about?

Finally pulling herself over the edge, Daisy gave her wings a stretch, trying to relax them after taxing them so much.

With that done, Daisy walked up the hall, thinking back to the idea of the ponies. Her father liked talking about them, apparently being a scout at one point before he started his little bow shop. From what she heard from stories, ponies were vary nice and accepting race, making friends fast and working a lot like a clan did.

There were a few things that confused her about them though, like the concept of burying their loved ones after death or separating themselves into separate homes for their families. The idea of living above ground was also foreign to her young mind, being so use to being surrounded by walls and structures.

Soon reaching the room that held the clans most recent hatchlings, Daisy focused on being as silent as possible. Taking a slow look around, she soon spotted her mother with a number of other female changelings. Each one held a hatching drone, all humming and softly buzzing their wings to lull the young asleep. Her mother in particular was cradling two nymphs, singing a soft melody to them while putting them into the soft resin-cradles that hung from the ceiling.

When Dawns Shadow spotted her own nymph, she smiled and nodded to her daughter, continuing her soft melody. Making sure the little ones were peacefully sleeping, did Dawn begin to move, ushering her daughter back out while continuing her soft song.

Once they were out of range of the hatchlings chamber, Dawns Shadow gave her daughter a questioning look while saying, “You certainly took your time getting here.” Wondering what her mate had done this time.

With a big smile, Daisy followed next to her mother telling, “Papa taught me how to make the chuko-thingy!”  Electing a laugh from her mother.

“So that‘s what he was up to.” Dawn said to herself, knowing what the male was going to do next, “I‘m guessing he also said he was going to teach you in it‘s use?”

“And make the poison!” Daisy threw in, making the her mother stumble slightly.

Poison Nazeem, really? Dawning Shadow thought, looking down to her child for a moment before sighing, well, I was going to teach her how to treat poison anyways. Mentally putting a list together for all the remedies she was going to teach her daughter.

Saving those thoughts for latter, Dawn turned to look back to her daughter and told, “In any case, I should tell you what we are doing today, correct?”

Getting a nod from the youngling, Dawn turned her attention back to the entrance leading to the main lobby of the nursery, stopping at its edge and telling, “Today we will be keeping an eye on the yearlings.” Then rolled her eyes telling, “Ancestors knows we need better caretakers and instructors, I can not understand how they can lose track of a bunch of year old nymphs.”

Daisy giggled at her mothers little plight, letting Dawning Shadow pick her up so they could reach one of the more higher sections of the nursery. “I mean, honestly, how can little nymphs with no prior training slip past experienced veterans?” Daisy’s mother went on, only making her little girl giggle even more.





Twilight gave Daisy a long, unbelieving stare before saying, “Your joking, right?” Not getting any change from the pony guised changing. Once again, Twilight repeated, “You cant be serious, year old foals just up and escaping what you just said was a highly protected spot in the clan?”

“You have to admit, it does sound farfetched…” The stallion that had taken up a seat next to Twilight pipped in.

Another pony, a white mare with a pink main nodded, “I agree, how can year old foals be so hard to keep track of?” Unable to think of how such youngsters could even run. In her time as a nurse, for the local hospital, it didn't seem possible.

Giggling to herself, Lilly told, “According to Daisy, changelings develop a tad more faster for their first few years.” Looking to the mention mare adding, “Apparently, they are up and running by the age of one, and six years later or so they get wings.”

Letting out a tiered sigh, Diasy nodded, “I was just over seven at the time, and had gone through my first molting to get my wings. It took me another year before I could actually fly around like the rest of the hive.”

Curious, Twilight couldn’t help but ask, “So, all changelings develop faster for the first few years of their lifespan?” Working out the figure in her mind as to how soon and able a changeling would be to start working. By the sound of what Daisy was saying, they were ready by the age’s of six to seven.

Laughing, Daisy confirmed, “Yep, and it’s part of the reason for what had happened next.”





The best way to explain how a clan hive felt had to be the hum of life. It wasn’t silent, as it was filled with a feel of energy as the air was filled with the softest of hums and buzzes from changelings all around. But even with this, one could still see such a thing as peaceful.

“Gibb, you get back here mister!” Peace that was somewhat shattered as one Daisy of the Descry clan went rushing past a few of her kinsmen. Her narrowed eyes and slightly scowling face showed her slight irritation, as she chased after another escaped nymph.

Dawns Shadow caught sight of the little changeling making a break for it, and sent Daisy to catch the youngling and bring him back. But unlike the number of little drones that were with this group, it was a common. And just like most commons, they had a tendency to be slightly smarter than their drone counterparts.

Gibb, the yearling common she was after, made a sharp left under an older changing. The mentioned changeling drone gave a slight start as something went rushing under her belly, looking down in time to see Daisy run around her and shout, “You’re going to be in so much trouble when we get back!”

The tiny common only giggled, jumping up on a few boxes and baskets before running past a vendor, sending some collected papers into the air. If the vendor was bothered by this, he certainly didn’t show it, lighting his jagged horn and grabbing the scattered paper.

With a slight flick of his head, the changeling moved some papers out of the way, in time for Daisy to rush by saying, “Sorry!” And leaped off the table, missing the nymph by an inch as he dodged to the right at the last second.

Hissing in some annoyance, Daisy once more gave chase, buzzing her wings to hopefully speed herself up and catch the escapee. With another sharp turn, Daisy was about to make a pass at pouncing on the younger changeling, but had to stop in confusion.

All around her, business went on as usual as each changing went about their tasks for the clan. Daisy trotted into the more busy part of the clan, located in the more lower sections of the hanging tree homes. To her left, she could see a number of sentinels off duty, using their time to weave baskets. Some were more older changelings, teaching some of the young adults their trade in making the containers from dried grasses or long flexible sticks.

To Daisy’s right, a few smiths could be seen working inside one of the stalagmites, pounding away at some newly made blades or making some tools for later use. Off to the side of the same place stood an elderly changeling, pointing about and barking out orders while working on what looked to be a small ax.

Taking her attention off the smith’s workshop and back to her surroundings, Daisy began her search around the area, looking under tables and over boxes. The young common continued to look about, sometimes slipping into a lower, more predatory pose.

A number of the older changelings could see this, with some unable to hold back their smiles at the sight of a young changeling going into a hunting state. They didn’t bother saying anything though, finding this a good lesson for the young common to learn when it came to tracking a target.

Daisy was oblivious to this fact, not able to tell the emotions the older changelings were giving off were amusement. All she could tell was that it was a vary watered down surgery taste.

The elder at the forge watched with a small smile as the youngling continued to search her surroundings, able to feel the determination and slight excitement of the chase. Putting down his hammer and dunking the metal he was working on into some water, the elder pulled his work back out, making a gruff sound of satisfaction.

Putting it aside, he spared another look to the small common, wandering over to his workplace and looking behind a stack of wooden poles used for making spears. With a gruff voice, he said, “If you looking to buy, I suggest you wait a few more years before doing so.” Smiling as he felt the surprise run through the young changeling.

Daisy looked up at the elder before her, able to see the green cat-eyes that seemed to hold nothing but mirth and a grandfatherly care. Bowing her head a little, she said, “I‘m not here to buy, elder Gird, just looking for Gibb.” Darting her eyes about as if expecting the nymph to show himself.

Elder Gird seemed to smirk at that, looking up briefly to spot something moving before looking back down telling, “Ah yes, little Gibb is a hoofful, isn’t he?” Picking the cooled ax back up and reaching for a small grind stone, “So curious and escaping the nursery like any other yearling.”

With a curious look, Daisy asked, “Have you seen him, I can‘t seem to find him.” Feeling a little worried she might have lost the young changeling.

Looking past the changeling youth, the elder could only smirk saying, “I can not say that I have, but perhaps that wandering basket might know?” Motioning with his head to look behind herself, then focused his attention back on the ax he had just made.

Even more confused then before, Daisy looked behind herself to see what the elder was hinting at. Then she felt her blue eyes widen at the sight of a slowly shuffling basket that was making it’s way towards the Hive Center. Baring her teeth and quickly turning around, she shouted, “There you are!” Taking off towards her quarry.

For a moment, the basket stopped and turned around to see what it heard. It then seemed to jump lightly, turning around and taking off while a common youngling chased after it.

It was true that a number of strange things can happen in a clan hive. But when one sees the sight of a young changeling chasing after a sentient basket— one must wonder what is going on in their supposedly safe home.

Daisy continued to play the chasing game, zigzagging this way and that, slowly and assuredly catching up with the runaway nymph under the basket. When she was finally close enough, Daisy felt her legs coil for a moment before releasing the built up power to leap at her target. Wrapping her hooves around the basket, Daisy noted that it suddenly got lighter, and that she was tumbling away while hugging the basket that once held Gibb.

The mentioned nymph seemed to smirk in superiority, watching as Daisy rolled away with his old cover. But he couldn’t stay there, he knew she would recover and start the chase again. So, without waiting, Gibb turned to his right and ran, hearing the scream of frustration from Daisy.

While the young nymph giggled in mischief, Daisy got up and lifted the basket onto her back, once again giving chase to the smaller changeling. As they progressively got closer and closer to the Hive Center, an idea popped into the commons head, smirking as she broke away from Gibb and ran in another direction.

Gibb, not seeing this, continued to run ahead, making sharp turns and going under changeling’s in his path, doing all he could to shake Daisy off his tail. As he looked back to see how far he was able to lose her, he gave out a squeak of surprise as he hit a soft wall of some sort. Then, just as suddenly, his whole world moved around him as walls of weaved grass surrounded him before his world went dark.

On the outside of Gibb’s little prisons sat Daisy, looking rather pleased with herself as she had used the same basket from before and trapped the little nymph inside by putting an improvised lid on top.

Making sure to keep pressure on the lid, Daisy looked trough one of the small openings in the side of the basket, saying, “Gotcha!” And saw two blue eyes lock onto her own before little whimpers could be heard. 

Rolling her eyes, she shook her head, “Nuh-uh, as soon as I open this, you‘re going to start running again.” Only to be answered by more pitiful little whimpers that seemed to stab at her heart.

Unbeknownst to Daisy, a more taller and older changeling was watching the scene play out with some hint of humor. Making her way over to the youngling, she bowed down some and said, “Another yearling escape?” Smiling as she did.

Nodding her head, Daisy said, “Yeah, Momma sent me to catch him while she watched the others.” Then looked back up at the older changeling saying with pride, “But I caught him and—” When her eyes saw the changeling behind her, Daisy felt her eyes bugged out and stammered, “C-Chieftess Vicar!” Going for a bow, only to stop and put weight on the lid again as the yearling tried to escape once more.

With a light chuckle, the current clan head looked down at her young follower with a smile and said, “Might I have a look at who the nymph is?” Not hiding her amusement.

Glancing at the basket she was using, Daisy said, “A-are you sure, he might take off before I can catch him.” Feeling herself droop a little as the Cheftess nodded.

With a sigh, Daisy removed the lid so the heir could see the nymph that was inside. As soon as it was off, the year old nymph darted out, making a small squeaking noise as if to say “Freedom!” and continue running.

This dream was dashed as he seemed to hang in the air, unable to move any further from where he started. Looking around, he noticed a green veil of magic around himself while Vicar’s voice tutted, “Now Gibb, what has mommy told you about running off from the nursery?” And pulled the common nymph close for a small nuzzle.

Daisy’s young mind came to a abrupt halt at the chieftess’ words, unable to comprehend what she just heard. She knew Vicar was the current head to the Descry clan, but she didn’t remember anything about her having any children.

Picking up on the little ones confusion, Chieftess Vicar said, “Yes, little Gibb is my son.” Nuzzling the little yearling common again saying, “He was the product of a guard wishing to aid me in…relieving some stress.” Skirting around the actual reason and placing her little nymph on her back.

Tapping the young common to follow her, Vicar continued to say, “He was an accident, that much could be said.” Not minding that Gibb was cuddling himself into her mane, even with the slight tugs that pulled at her head, “But it was a welcomed accident if anything.”

Looking between her clan leader and the small bundle of mischief, Daisy could only ask, “How?” Slightly confused what a guard and an accident had to do with Gibb.

Letting out a laugh at the question, chieftess Vicar smirked down at the youngling and told, “I‘m sure you will find out in time, little one.”

With a loud huffing sound, Daisy almost shouted, "Why does every grown up say that!" Making the chieftess openly laugh at the younger changelings irritation.

While they moved, the changelings before them all parted and bowed before their clan head in respect. Vicar did like wise when she could, always keeping in mind of her first child in her mane. It was while the three made it through the clan that another changeling was spotted, one slightly younger and smaller than Vicar.

His cat-eyes burned with ambition and wings extended fully to show their size, being much larger than most changelings. The many clansmen seemed to slightly scramble out of the larger males path, who seemed set on reaching the Chieftess. “Vicar!” He called over the din of work that went on.

Hearing her named called, the Chieftess stopped moving any further, locking her eyes with the other changeling, narrowing some as she spotted him. Discreetly looking down at the youngling at her hooves, Vicar moved over the youngling, while saying, “Yes my brother, what is it you need?”

The apparent brother now stopping before his sister, looking between the two nymphs saying, “Vicar, what are you doing, you know that your younger brother has challenged you.” Standing slightly stiffly before the other heir.

Heaving a sigh, the Chieftess told, “He is your older brother as much as I am your older sister, even if we share different mothers, Quisling.” Looking towards the large tree in the center of their clan, “I will be there to see his challenge to clan head is heeded, but that is later.”

Giving a slight nudge, the female heir told, “Come now youngling, let us get you and my son back to the nursery.”

Snorting at this, Quisling said, “Why not have one of the worker drones do this task, sister?” Nearly sneering the last bit out.

“Showing that you are willing to spend time and work with your clansmen is not to be frowned upon, brother.” Vicar said reproachfully to the other heir, “If you wish to take up the name of Chieftain some day, that is something you must realize.”

Tossing his head to the side with a scowl, Quisling turned away from Vicar telling, “If that is all Chieftess I will take my leave.” Walking away and seemingly scaring the other changelings away.

Another sigh escaped Vicar's lips, wondering why her stepbrother had to become so bitter after her stepmothers passing. Looking under her leg to still see Daisy there and looking at where Quisling went, Vicar smiled, “Worry not youngling.” Catching the smaller changelings attention, “My brother is just…scarred by losses.”

Even as Vicar began to move on, Daisy could not help but look back to where the other heir walked off to, still feeling unease with how cold he acted. Turning back to keep up with the taller changeling heir, Daisy glanced up to where Gibb was hiding, being inside the Chieftess’s mane.

“Doesn’t that hurt?” Daisy finally asked after a while, feeling the need to flinch every time the yearling would tug at the long silky mane.

Lightly chuckling at the question, Vicar only told, “It is something mothers get use to.” And glanced her eyes down smirking, “I have no doubt you use to do the same thing with others." Looking back up with a knowing look, "Most younglings do.”

Turning up her nose and closing her eyes, Daisy told, “Mama said I did well and behaved like a good girl when I was younger.” Then gave a slight squeak as she walked into a post.

Chieftess Vicar suitably laughed at the small changelings antics, more than wanting to see who the mother was to this small nymph. She knew she didn't need to wait too long, as the nursery came into sight, feeling she could drop by for a surprise visit.




Lifting the remains for the last of her treat, Daisy bit into the lingering traces of the cupcake. After finishing it off, she finished, “When we got back, Ma was really worked up at Chieftess Vicar’s arrival and was trying to both bow and keep an eye on the young nymphs.”

Collectively, the now gathered crowed of ponies laughed and chuckled at this, each one enjoying the story that was told. In the front of them all, Twilight glanced around herself, mentally nodding that yes, things had gone well during the whole party.