Unconventional Meetups

by Masterweaver

Blizzard Trapped

"But you've got to have an idea! You're one of the cruthaderth, for crying out loud!"

"I'm not an idea kind of pony! It's usually Apple Bloom or Scootaloo who decides what we'll do for the day!"

"You at leatht have some idea how to survive in... thith!"

"We never tried for our winter survival cutie marks!"

Featherweight sighed as the two fillies argued back and forth, shoveling out a small pit in the snow with a slow but constant motion of his wings. It wasn't that he didn't agree with Twist's reasoning... it was just, well, trying to get a straight answer out of any of the crusaders was about as easy as convincing Pinkie Pie that, no, a party on your birthday wasn't really necessary. It really depended on the mood, relative sanity, and situational distractions at hoof, but five times out of seven you just wouldn't succeed. Unless you were one of the vaulted 'older sisters,' in which case they'd probably try to avoid upsetting you, but three special ponies out of the millions living in Equestria wasn't quite enough.

Twist flung her hooves up in the air. "Fine! Let'th jutht wander about without a plan of any thort! I am thivering, I am lithping more than uthual, and our only other companion is a mute pegathuth!" She gave Featherweight an apologetic smile. "No offenthe."

He shrugged and continued digging.

"What are you doing anyway?" Sweetie asked, walking over. "Are you trying to find something?"

Featherweight shook his head, wagging his wings dramatically.

"Wait, I know thith! Um, um... wind!"

The pegasus shook his head.

"Uh... Fashion!" Sweetie squeaked. At Featherweight's incredulous look, she held up her hooves. "I thought, you know, you meant pizzazz and all that."

"We're in the middle of a blizzard! What good would fashion do here?!"

Sweetie shrugged. "Parkas?"

"Ugh!"

Featherweight shook his head, digging into the snow some more as the fillies bickered about what qualified as fashion and what was merely practical. Honestly, the female mind was as much a mystery as.... as something very mysterious. Oh! A detective novel, yes. Except detective novels made sense, whereas fillies would bicker over the smallest things. Well, some fillies. Scootaloo seemed okay, if a little stupid. And unable to understand sign language.

Why were the cute ones always such blockheads?

"How'd we even get here, anyway?" Twist demanded. "And where ith here?! The frotchen north or thomething?"

"I remember a bright flashy light and a dancing... slinkie monkey," Sweetie Bell offered vaguely. "Or maybe it was a slinkie spider. Whatever it was, it was made of rainbow slinkies."

"...Rainbow thlinkieth."

"Hey, I'm just telling you what I saw!"

"Okay, thure, whatever. Let'th not argue about that, we need to... light a fire, I think."

Featherweight nodded, stamping his hoof on the pit he was digging.

"...what?"

Rolling his eyes, he pointed at Twist, mimed speaking, and stamped his hoof again.

"....what, I thaid tomething about that hole you're digging?"

A nod.

"All I thaid wath we need to light a fire."

A nod, and a stamp.

"Wait," Sweetie Belle said slowly. "You want us to light a fire in that pit?"

Featherweight nodded eagerly.

"That's... actually pretty clever," the unicorn mused. "If the fire's in a pit, the wind will blow over it instead of putting it out."

"Oh. Oooooh." Twist nodded, walking up to the pit and digging at it. "Come on, Thweetie, let'sh help Featherweight out here."

"Um, shouldn't one of us go looking for firewood or something?"

"Do you thee any treeth around here?"

"Well, why are we digging a fire pit if there's no firewood?"

The pegasus and the earth pony stopped, turning to look up at the unicorn.

"...what?"

"...Celethia take it all!" Twist kicked at the snow. "We're tho thcrewed, we are tho tho thcrewed."

"WHAT HO, FAIR CHILDREN!"

The three foals turned to seen a blue unicorn levitating a glowing lantern emerge from the raging snowstorm. With a shake of his head, the stallion pulled back the glare shades he was wearing and grinned broadly. "You lot seem a little lost! Let me guess: Ponyville, right?"

"Um, yeth. We're from Ponyville--"

"I've seen you before!" Sweetie Belle cried. "You were at princess Cadance's wedding!"

"That I was, little filly! I was also at Princess Twilight's coronation!" The stallion rubbed some snow off his chest grandly. "Being a dad has its perks, sometimes."

"Speekin oov weech, get ooon weeth eet ye daft ponay!"

The stallion rolled his eyes, gesturing to the small creature flying next to his ear. "This is Seabreeze. He's not responsible for the magical experiment that brought you here, but he did write the textbook that Twilight used as reference. He's going to help us all get out of this mess. Somehow."

"Aye, lassies, eef ye fooollu thees ol coot athrough the majyke pourtal, we'll have ye lot home afor ye ken count them sparkles een ye eyes!" The small creature began to spiral through the air, creating a magical form of color that the stallion lept through. "Now hop to it!"

"Uh...." Twist pointed at the pegasus. "Featherweight ith a colt."

"Leek Ey can tell ye apart! Hop een qeeckamount, lass, Ey cannae do thees forevea!"

The foals shared a look. With a shrug, Sweetie jumped into the swirling colors. After a moment's hesitation, Twist followed.

Featherweight glanced around for a moment. Then with a small sigh, he joined them.

Author's Note:

Night Light, Seabreeze, Sweetie Belle, Twist, Featherweight

Comments

[FanOfMostEverything]

Seabreeze the space mage? Well, there's certainly enough wind in the area for any breezie magic.

Also, Night Light shouting "WHAT HO, FAIR CHILDREN!" is fantastic. Cornball dads are best dads.