Interlude 1 {RE-EDITED}
“... Zzzzzz-snort! Uh... w-wha...? Huh? Um... Barb?”
“Zzzzzz…. Hmmm… yes, Dusk?” I ask aloud to the darkness, my eyes still firmly shut and unwilling to open and confirm for me whether or not it was morning yet.
“... Why are you in my bed?” inquires the stallion who, despite his question, is still snuggling me closely with his forelegs.
My first response to his inquiry is to shift around in his embrace so that I can get more comfortable, and to move my spine out of accidental scratching range.
My actual response to his question though is a simply retort of “It was cold last night.”
“... Barb you’re a fire breathing reptile with an internal temperature that averages forty-nine point seventeen degrees celsius on ‘cold’ nights,” deadpans the pony.
Smacking my lips loudly, I curl up even tighter into a cozy ball on the bed. Through a yawn, I try to answer with “Never.... yawn... said that I was the cold one here, Dusk…”
“... Ah,” he responds after a time. “... Duly noted…” I then feel it through my scales as he lowers his head closer to mine and nuzzles me behind the green fins affectionately. “... Thanks, Barbara.”
I chuckle softly in response. This colt can be such a sweetheart when he feels like it. “Anytime.”
We stay like this for a moment longer, simply enjoying one another's warmth, before life kicked in and we both came to the realization that we needed to get up. Dusk was trotting his way towards the bedroom door by the time I was up and stretching out my neck. All the hunching over I did last night did not do me any favors, it seems. It would have been worse in my old body, seeing as how it was both taller and older, but still… ow.
“I’ll make us breakfast,” calls the stallion from the hallway.
“Oh my,” I reply cheekily, as I chase after him as speedily as my small legs can carry me. “Should I inform the fire pegasus brigade preemptively then?”
“Oh ha ha,” snarks back the young stallion. With a flare of his horn, I soon find myself being deposited atop his back with the use of telekinesis. This allowed me to see the eye roll he was giving me right as it was taking place. “I’ll have you know that that grease fire was a one-time thing. I can cook just fine, missy.”
“Hehe, I know you can, Dusk.” I chuckle again, smiling. “I know. I’d let you do it more often too if it wasn’t… well... for the fact that you tend to make things… hearty... that’s all!”
“... What’s wrong with hearty?” he counters quickly, raising an eyebrow. “It’s how dad always made it...”
My smile turns into a cheeky grin at this.
“Oh, that's right… Maybe that's why your BSBFF always ate out.”
Dusk stops moving.
I try to hold in my laugh.
“... Gleaming did eat out quite a bit, didn’t she?”
I ultimately fail.
“If by ‘quite a bit’ you mean ‘every single day we were home’, then… yeah! She sure did eat out quite a bit! Haha!”
“I always did think that was strange,” Dusk continues talking aloud, ignoring me; probably now lost in thought thanks to this revelation. “She did that before you came to live with the family too… You’d think a guard captain, especially one who was in training, would like a filling breakfast to start their day with…”
“There’s a difference between ‘filling’ and ‘heart attack inducing’, Dusk,” I answer sagely.
“What?!” he squeaks hastily, turning his head to me once again. “T-there’s nothing wrong wit-”
“Greasy hay bacon strips?”
“... W-well…”
“High cholesterol egg yolks mixed in with the whites?”
“M, m-maybe…”
“A literal pound of hash browns, with the whole plate ‘garnished’ with a gallon of ketchup?”
“... There’s orange juice at least…”
For a third time, I find myself simply chuckling in reply. “You’re going to get fat, Dusk~” I sing in the way only a child can; high-pitched and animatedly. He glares at first, granting me a well-earned stink eye, but Dusk Shine eventually finds himself laughing as well.
We resume our journey to the kitchen in good spirits. “Fat but happy, Barb,” chortles my charge as he trots along cheerily. “Fat, but happy!”
I can’t help but smile in the face of all this good cheer.
“Guess I can’t argue,” I admit honestly. “... Been there, done that, after all," I add under my breath.
“What was that?” Dusk suddenly asks, catching me off guard.
“Oh! Um, j-just wondering out loud how the Prince would react if his number one student suddenly turned into a blimp, that’s all,” I save myself smoothly. “H-hehe!”
This halts Dusk in his tracks yet again, but he soon begins to move once more... though quite a bit more shakily this time, I note.
“... I-I’m… I, I-I’m sure he wouldn’t care,” he mutters to himself under his breath, equally as shakily. Oh no, what have I done?! “H-he loves all of his subjects. S-s-so I’m sure that if I… I-I…”
Patting him gently on the head, I try to reassure the suddenly nervous stallion with as soft of a voice as I can muster.
Must, avert, self-created, catastrophe!
“I’m sure he wouldn’t care, Dusk. Not at all.” With a low sigh, I add as lovingly as I could “I’m just looking out for you, that’s all.”
“...”
Phew. That seems to have done the trick. After taking a deep breath, my pony friend slowly but surely puts himself back together.
Eventually, with a snort and a laugh, he replies in what I can only assume was supposed to be good humor with “Heh, thanks mom,” before finally turning the corner and entering the kitchen.
My smile wavers for a brief second at this.
Only briefly; so quickly that the stallion didn't notice it at all as he lifts me off of himself with his magic and sets me gently on my feet. With the shake of my head, I chase off my lingering thoughts and sudden melancholy feelings as I make my way towards the window’s blinds.
With a pull of the cord, the curtains gave way…
… and the city of Canterlot comes into full view.
From our spire atop Canterlot Castle, one is can take in the sight of the capital of Equestria in all its glory. The streets below and the skies above are currently abuzz with activity; ponies both winged and not fill my vision as I stare out over it all. Canterlot is busy, but this isn't new. Even with how important today was, this fact will always remain true.
“Yes…” I spoke to myself, turning my head towards the calendar on the wall beside me. A bright red X greets me when I look at today’s date. “... Big day today…”
“Huh?” grunts Dusk Shine from the icebox behind me, his eyes focusing on its contents. “Did you say something, Barb?”
“... No, Dusk,” I answer as I turn my head away from the calendar.
Away from the reminder that today was the one-thousandth year of the Summer Sun Celebration.
“Nothing at all.”
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Hum... I was going to say "But Dusk needs to know the day before the Summer Sun Celebration" but... he really doesn't. It was all the one day in the show.
Plot progress is very welcome, here. I know what happens and I'm still excited.
Her mother mode is activating. Lots of projection
another fic of yours, huh?
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Yesssss. . . Dialogue and interaction! I love the journal style, but this character also needs to be highlighted with her actions and speech as well to get the full picture of what kind of
persondragon she is and her relationships to others.I wonder if she is the kind to let Dusk make his own way when talking to others or if she'd try to rescue him from his social awkwardness whenever possible.
I demand MOAR MOAR MOAR!!!!!!
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ON IT
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5551321 Your dedication is awe inspiring.
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Stay tuned to find out! I'm going to try to give the journal a little break here, at least for a chapter or two; just long enough to give Barb and Dusk and more ;) some quality bonding time before the show begins in earnest. Still haven't decided if I want her to finish the journal portion before or after the first episode though, allowing it to evolve into the prior mentioned diary... Guess I'll have to tune in myself to see what I eventually decide on
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ALL of the projection.
Poor thing... makes you wonder about Elusive though, doesn't it?
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Reminds her of her husband/first love/boyfriend?
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Wow this story is really bring a tear to my eye. Poor Barb.
So, assuming Dusk is 19, did he hatch her when he was 12? And separated when he was 15?
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He's actually around 16-17 in this story. Some of the Minor Details have escaped me in the three-year hiatus (which is now over), but I believe I've referred to him as a teenager at one point. He was around 9 when he got that cutie mark and Barb is 7 going on 8.