Camp Orion

by Meemie7


Chapter 17: Group

Luna: We weren’t hurting any pony.

Discord: If Celestia didn’t want us to escape in the first place, she would've made a better barrier.

Luna: I had no intention to bring back the Tantibus.

Snowheart: Okay! I believe you guys.

Luna: So, how much trouble are we in?

Snowheart: Well, yes… about that…

Discord: You’re not taking my painting supplies away if that’s what you’re thinking.

Snowheart: No, no. I actually wanted to say… well… I probably shouldn’t be encouraging this but, I’m proud of you.

Luna: What?

Snowheart: I’m proud of both of you. Luna, you had the opportunity to revive the Tantibus. Discord, you had the opportunity to leave and go terrorize a town. But, you didn’t. You created something that I really wish Celestia didn’t have to take down.

Discord: Well, thank you. You’re too kind.

Snowheart: And, I apologize for Celestia. I guess she’s just a bit frazzled by the glorified “Come and get me” sign you two put in the sky. I’ll talk to her about putting the barrier down.

Luna: What did you say?

Snowheart: What, did you think that you were going to stay here forever? Sometime soon, you will be going back to your daily lives and there won’t be a barrier to put a restraint on you. You will have to be able to restrain yourselves or have at least have as much control to tell some pony else when you feel like you can’t restrain yourself. I’d rather you learn how to do that here, where we can intervene if we have to and you won’t have the stress of everyday life impacting you either. I’d rather take this in baby steps than one giant step.

Discord: Good luck persuading Celestia.

Snowheart: She may be the one who created this complex, but I’m the doctor here, not her. I’ll talk to her and we’ll see how it goes.

Luna: Very well.

Snowheart: Okay. I never expected this to go very long and you seem pretty tired…

Discord: We’re not the only ones, doc.

Snowheart: Heh, you’re right. Get some sleep, then. And, Discord? Try not to stay up all night setting off another paint tornado. The pony who cleans your room is starting to lose his sanity.

Discord: No promises.