Up From the Wilderness

by Cynewulf

X. Up From the Wilderness

Two ponies trotted down the streets of Canterlot. It was a momentous occasion. It was not often that a noble house rose from the ashes of history to sit at the table with the Houses Major, and even rarer that someone as famous as an element bearer, a personal friend of the Princess according to the gossip, should be its new High Lady. And to top it all off, a wedding of the sort few had seen in years. All in all, it was a wonderful time to live in Canterlot.

But of course, the strangest thing about rumor, about pomp and circumstance, was that it captured things which did not always exist. Or that did exist, but faded. Or that had existed and remained but altered. And so it was that two ponies went relatively unnoticed on the streets of Canterlot, and neither of them minded much.

Negotiating living quarters, dividing time between home and Canterlot--these things would take some time. But time was something that Rainbow and Rarity had in abundance. There was world enough and time.

The clank of the prosthetic on the cobblestone drew attention, but never for very long. The unicorn whose leg was gone did not seem to be impoverished in any way. She smiled. She walked with surprising grace, and with ease parted the sea of traffic with only charm and composure. No stallion with an eye for mares remembered the iron leg, for all of its adornment and fine craftsponyship. They all remembered her face, and the music of her laughter.

Rainbow remembered it too. She knew it far better than they, and she loved it.

Author's Note:

Who is this coming up from the wilderness
leaning on her beloved?

Comments

[Cryosite]

This is gonna be gooooood.

[Meridian Prime]

Beautiful. But then, your works always are Cynewulf.

[Tanglemane]

Pure class.

[Hillbe]

I just don't know what went wrong!
Ya Notes and yer story er like nasty rotten cider.
I wanted Big Mac!
Where's the Stalions?
I'm a what?
Where's my Spikey poo?
Needs more canon
PONY JOE I WANTED MORE SPRINKLES!
You need to do better than this.
What happened to Flutterbutt?
I give it a 4 out of 10

[Stormy Skies]

This is astounding, in the best possible way. As always, a chance to revisit the songverse is very welcome. You remind me why I say you write the greatest Raridash on this site. The authors notes were beautiful endcaps to each chapter.

I hope this is not the end of the songverse, but if it is...
It makes a perfect coda. (I know Rarity in the Dark is set after this, but here we get to see them finally healing. It is a hell of a journey. )

[Cynewulf]

5015610 more or less

5015531 Well this was... interesting?

5015733 As far as writin' it, probably. I need to try to finish Great Heart, but elsewise I'm spent on it. I think. Maybe. Though the "end" chronologically is already written. heh. Absolution is the latest on the timeline, but it doesn't really count.

[Stormy Skies]

5016512
Yeah, I'd love to see the end of Great Hearts, the tease of it here sounds pretty flipping awesome. But if it doesn't get finished this story gave me enough hints to picture how it ends.

(And I had forgotten Absolution was in the songverse. Love that story too.)

[North Bound]

Beautiful

[Dusk Melody]

weeps tears of joy at the happy ending. love it and bravo

[Winston]

This was an absolutely beautiful story. I loved it.

[shutaro]

This is the kind of story that's great not because of what's written but because of what's not. This story could have gone on and on and on and on about all the problems and hurdles between Rarity, Rainbow, Twilight and all the rest of the cast. Instead it just showed what was necessary.
10/10, will read again!

[Ice Star]

The clank of the prosthetic on the cobblestone drew attention, but never for very long. The unicorn whose leg was gone did not seem to be impoverished in any way. She smiled. She walked with surprising grace, and with ease parted the sea of traffic with only charm and composure. No stallion with an eye for mares remembered the iron leg, for all of its adornment and fine craftsponyship. They all remembered her face, and the music of her laughter.

This is beautiful right here.