One Hundred Ponies of Tambelon

by Tartarusbound

Chapter 44

Canary was enjoying one final evening of peace, watching the sunset. There was one pony that she needed to talk to, however, a pony who had been in meetings all day long.

“Granite,” she called, cantering to the workhorse as he reentered the clearing.

“Evening, Canary,” he responded, laconic as ever.

“Wanted to see how you were doing.”

Granite frowned, “Canary… I want you do know that I don’t want to-“

“I understand,” Canary interjected, “The herd… your daughter…”

“It… it feels like losing Amethyst all over again. I just…”

Canary embraced the weeping stallion, willing the world away.