But there is still an epilogue coming.

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The taste inside of Twilight Sparkle’s mouth forced her whole body to tense while she gagged and made a valiant effort to cease breathing. Not just a taste—not just a flavour—no, but a stench. Not just any stench, but a rancid, redolent, riotous reek that befouled the air with a malodorous miasma and left behind a truly terrible taste upon her leathery, shriveled tongue. The fetor was indescribable, but Twilight’s mind assigned it forevermore as the feculent funk left behind by

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Love was dangerously intoxicating. Or perhaps it wasn’t love that left Twilight Sparkle lightheaded; perhaps it was the relief of letting go. During a simple conversation over a candlelit, romantic supper, so much had been said; so much had been accomplished. Twilight felt that she had done as Applejack had said to do—she had said to let go and so Twilight did. The change was immediate and strange. All of her hangups didn’t feel as though they were impossible to overcome. What had once

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“You know, Twi… I think I owe Sugar Belle an apology. A biggun.”

“Oh?” Twilight’s ears rotated and pricked so she could better hear Applejack’s near-whispered words.

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Princessing tended to make a pony hungry and Twilight Sparkle eyeballed the lunch menu. The iceberg salad promised a titanic dining experience that wouldn’t sink one’s figure, but Twilight wasn’t in the mood to watch her figure: Pinkie and Seville could be trusted to do that. There was the something to taco bout salad, with queso if you say so, otherwise, it was nacho cheese. The penne for your thoughts was tempting, and the pickle platter promised to be a big dill. There were low carb

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Twilight, as was so often the case, was surrounded by an exceptional number of foals, as well as a few adults. The Princess of Friendship Story Hour was a mighty popular event and she had found a quiet corner for all to come and gather. Today’s story was a real favourite among foals and adults of all ages, Hitut the Unlikeable Elephant, a story about an elephant who had trouble making friends. This book had first come to Twilight’s attention when Sumac Apple had asked her to read

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Hearing hooves clomping on the catwalk, Twilight’s ears pivoted towards the sound and then she turned to look just as a tiny grinning earth pony filly approached. A pegasus mare—presumably her mother—stood a short, respectful distance away, flashing an apologetic smile.

“Hiya, Princess,” the filly said in a distinctly nasal voice. “Wanna hear a secret?”

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What's up with the constant updates to Pastryarchy?

Didn't you say you'd be focusing on Skyreach and House of the Rising Sunflower?

Short answer: Yes, yes I did.

Long answer: I cannot progress the story in House of the Rising Sunflower until Pastryarchy is finished. It is a lynchpin story that holds several narratives together. I had planned on working on Pastryarchy sooner, but that didn't quite go as planned.

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From chapter seven:

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I have a chapter ready and raring to go, but no editor at the moment. So there is a delay.

So, I offer my most sincere apology for said delay.

Not sure what to do at the moment, other than wait. I might release the chapter in its current, unedited state. We'll see.

Again, I apologise.

“Seville…”

“Yeah, Dollface?”

Every bit of wind in Twilight’s body came out in one massive snort that blew Pinkie’s mane all over the place. “Mister Orange, I can’t take you seriously when you’re so silly.”

“Is that so?” he asked while rubbing his chin. “Yeah, well, I can’t take you silliously when you’re so serious, so there, my sweet little canary mare.”

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“Princess Sparkle?”

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Though not fully awake, Twilight Sparkle had to hustle. She had remained awake long after the others had gone to sleep and now, she had to face the consequences. They had to catch an airship, as it was the fastest, most reliable way to cross the city due to traffic. As she trotted along, she wondered what might come next, when the skies were too full of traffic and airship travel became impractical.

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Alone in her room, Twilight squinted at Celestia’s message, trying to read words that just weren’t there. Instructions were minimal. There was nothing telling her to do anything in specific, just that issues of tribalism and unity now fell under her royal jurisdiction, as these were essentially friendship issues. After a few moments of frantically reading the same words over and over, it began to sink in that she now had immense responsibility of the worst sort: vague, undefined

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