A day after Pink One left, it began to rain. Thick masses of silver and gray blurred together so it was pointless to separate the two as they rolled in, bringing cool breezes with them. The sky rumbled for hours before the first drops fell and even though I smelled it coming for miles up here on my side of the mountain, I was somewhat surprised when a bit of water fell onto the page of one of the books I had been reading under the clouds.
I stayed to watch the lightning that flashed up there, where it must be so savage above the clouds. I managed to put the book away before it really began to pour. When that happened, I sat out and watched the turmoil on the horizon since Canterlot is so small compared to all this.
Through the unrelenting weather I didn't flinch or blink. The light was smothered and the winds caused what little flora there is here to ripple in waves. I think I even caught a few of the standards that flew from the towers in Canterlot whip about.
Even when my mane was drenched to the point where all it could do was hang in my eyes since the wind could no longer move it, still I wouldn't move.
My ears twitched at the latest round of lightning in this storm of half a day and I remembered the mare who wielded lightning similar to this, her eyes flashing with power that was most likely small compared to what she could do now.
There's other mountains in the horizon, the storm hasn't blotted out all of them. Where will I meet her? It won't be under the same circumstances as last time, at least not for me. Does she think of us as enemies still?
From here there's no path, no restraints, absolutely nothing can bar me from an immortal. I may not be an Alicorn, but I'm as eternal as they are.
After a while I lay on the grass, which is as drenched as everything else, including my cloak. I stare up at the still raging sky, which is much more peaceful than any dreaded sunshine can be.
How long will it take for us to meet again? Will it be weeks, months, centuries, or longer?
Will she remember me? What did she think after our initial meeting? Did she loathe me as her sister did once the Empire vanished?
I continue to lay like this for hours, still thinking but it is no longer in simple questions that I care to put into words since I know what they mean.
The sun is still hiding even as the wind clears the sky and I blink back some of the rain and only sit up once I've caught the last drops on my tongue.
Now there is only everything left to say and one princess to say it to.