"Morning Glory, I need to talk to you." I stood in front of her, The others helping to take care of the dishes and chat. "Let's talk outside, okay?"
She gave me a skeptical look, but fallowed me anyway.
We stood out on the night- cornered porch, only the small outdoor lantern lighting it up. I sighed. "Please, let him be happy."
She glared at me.
"Wait! I mean... he's just been so depressed since Mech died. I know you hate seeing him miserable too. I also know that you might be... feeling things for him...? Ugh, how am I supposed to put this!" I grunted, then switched to a different approach. "Strife might be perfect for Whirlwind, as a friend, someone he can talk to."
She rolled her eyes, and looked as if she was contemplating just going inside.
"Ugh, I'm bad at this, and I probably shouldn't even be getting involved in this, but I do know that just moping around and being angry won't solve anything," I sighed. "So... maybe you should just be strait forward to him, tell you how you feel, you know? Before you might... miss your chance?" I was rambling now, wondering what I was hoping to accomplish with this.
Morning Glory glared at the ground, mulling it over, when the door opened.
"Oh, here you guy's are!" Strife smiled. "We were wondering where you ran off to. Everything okay?" Morning Glory glared at them, and Strife was surprised. "What?"
I glanced away, deciding to just mot intervene.
Morning Glory trotted over and attempted to push past, but Strife put their wings out and stopped her. "Hey, what's your problem?!" Morning Glory stepped back, staring at them with disgust. "What is it? Huh? Don't like bat ponies or something?"
She shook her head, her eyes getting misty.
"Then what is it, huh? Why do you not like me?"
Morning Glory held her glare. She opened her mouth and said in a very... unique voice. "Because. Your in. My way."
A dark green aura quickly grew around Strife, and she suddenly smacked into a wall inside the house. I ran over. "Morning Glory? What was that? What did you do?"
Morning Glory frowned in surprise. "No... no no no, I'm so sorry, are... are you okay... I?"
"Strife, are you okay?"Whirlwind trotted over to them.
"I'm fine." She got up slowly. "How did you just use magic?"
Morning Glory's eyes widened. "I..." A snap of magic flashed around Morning Glory, and what remained was a creature I had never seen before. "Oh... Oh no..."
Strife quickly got up in an offensive position. "Changeling!"
"Changeling?" I said softly. "What's happening?"
"She's been a changeling this whole time, she's tricked everyone! she's probably been feeding off of someone, too!"
"No, I... not on purpose! I didn't want to hurt anypony, I was just literally starving!"
"Save it! I have half a mind to strike you down where you stand, changeling! So this is why... you must be one of THOSE changelings, sucking off of the love of others, hum? I've dealt with your kind before!" Strife was nearly growling.
Morning Glory Glanced over to me. "I'm sorry."
"Harvesting off of defenseless ponies, especially in these times. You're low!"
"I... I..." Morning Glory spread out her thin, dragonfly like wings and shot backwards, flying off into the night.
"Glory!" Grella, who had ran out mid commotion, glared at Strife. "You don't know what she's been through. I'm going after her." Before we could stop her, Grella, too, flew out the door at top speed.
I stood there on the porch in silence, staring out as Grella, also, disappeared in the night. I didn't know how to react. I didn't know what to do, or if I should do anything. A ball of guilt filled my stomach.
Maybe I shouldn't have said anything.