Beauty Is Where You Find It

by Verdigris

Transitions, Part Two

Chapter 21

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Slope enjoyed the flight for the most part, except when Verdigris dove out to fly alongside his friends at the half-way point. She enjoyed the feel of his wings over her. She had to admit he looked good in flight, and couldn’t deny him the enjoyment, not with that smile plastered across his face. She wrapped the blanket around herself and watched with a contented smile.

Verdigris just enjoyed the flight, as well as being with his friends. He missed the Aerie already, but he’d missed them more. Gotta visit Ponyville some time, too. I miss Twilight, and I need to start toward living there. Gotta find a place for a house, and get it built, and might as well get the process started now. He closed his eyes, keeping station with the Guards by feeling the changes in the air around them. Yeah, I missed this, and a lot of other stuff.

He blinked in surprise as several more Guard Pegasai rose to escort the carriage, but he didn’t do much except adjust his position in the flight. We can’t be that close, can we? he wondered. No, I was tired. That’s why it took so long after passing Canterlot, and I know the way back. He saw Stallkhovich to his right, and they tapped forelegs.

Soon, the outskirts of Canterlot appeared, and they changed course to arrive at the Palace, which seemed to be decked out for some reason. Oh, no you don’t. Nopony’s making a spectacle out of this. He grinned. “Ground near the north gate. I want to do this right,” he called over the wind noise. “Somepony wants a show. They’ll get one.” Blackwing and Tango nodded, the younger Guard grinning as though he knew.

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“This is not what I had in mind,” Celestia said as she looked out over the grounds, then gave Shining baleful glance. “He won’t tolerate it, and you know it.”

“Protocol demands – ”

“And who sets protocol?” she demanded, cutting him off. Celestia looked at him penetratingly. “Whose idea was this? I know it wasn’t Luna, or any of his family.”

“Polished Silver and Blazing Heat.” Shining looked down when he saw the expression of disappointment. “It seemed like a good idea at the time.”

“I’m sure,” Twilight's voice replied caustically. “Don’t ever do this again, Shiny,” she said as she drew alongside Celestia and looked down. “And don’t you ever think of doing it to me.”

Captain Armor sighed. “I’m sorry. I should have guessed when I saw them smile, but I was distracted. The Griffins sent another nasty message about Condorosa, and I was making preparations.”

“I can see some of the Guard think they work for the Nobles. You need to remind them that they don’t.”

“Yes, Princess,” he replied meekly. “By your leave, I’ll take care of that now.”

“No, wait,” Twilight said. She was looking toward the north gate, concentrating on something, and smiled. “I think they’ll have other problems, Princess.”

Celestia raised her head and looked, and her smile was a study in grim satisfaction. “Yes, I think you’re right, Twilight. We’ll just have to salvage this fiasco as best we can.” She turned and trotted out, her step light and her smile mischievous.

“What is it?” Shining asked as he walked to Twilight’s side and looked. “Oh, no. Surely you can’t be serious.”

“Oh, he is. And don’t call him Shirley,” Twilight replied, causing her brother to face-hoof. “What, you didn’t deserve that?”

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Canterlot’s mayor Stump Speech was wrapping up his welcome, which was padded with the usual empty, self-congratulatory platitudes the nobility always ate up. He was proud of himself, as he’d timed it perfectly. “And with no further ado, we’d like to welcome Prince Verdigris back to Canterlot,” he finished as the carriage stopped behind him. There was a dead silence, and the gathering stood there, wide-eyed.

He wondered what was happening, and as he turned, an amused baritone said, “We thank you for this entirely unexpected and unwanted welcome, Mayor Speech. I’ll convey my impressions and feelings of this to their Highnesses.” He finished his turn, and gaped along with the rest of the ponies.

Standing by the carriage was Prince Verdigris; beside him stood a black-and-white Earth pony mare. Both wore saddle bags over armor that hadn’t been seen since the Long Night: The Indigo of the Hawk Clan. The mare favored him with a look of cool disdain that he’d thought only the Princesses could bring to bear. He shifted on his hooves, sweating as the murmuring started. He glanced at Polished Silver and Blazing Heat, whose mouths hung open in stunned surprise. What do I do now?

His life was saved by the arrival of Princess Celestia and her student Twilight Sparkle. “Thank you for your services, Mayor Speech. You may go,” Celestia said with a smile that never touched her eyes. She looked around, picking out a few Nobles. “The same for you,” she added, her tone chilling a few degrees. “Every pony here to welcome my god-son is welcome to stay.” Several Unicorns and a few Pegasai furtively left the area.

Celestia turned back and looked her god-son up-and-down, and she smiled. He looked good in the armor, which complemented his coloring better than expected. She looked at North Slope and smiled. “Welcome to Canterlot, both of you.” She gave them a “public” hug.

“Thank you, god-Dam,” Verdigris said.

“Th-thank you, your Highness,” Slope added nervously.

Celestia looked at her, and nodded. “Right. Let’s go. I imagine you’re probably hungry after your trip.” She looked at Verdigris, and saw the heat radiating from his wings, which he’d kept slightly raised. “The whole way?” she asked softly.

“Half-way. You know me better than that.” Twilight giggled softly. “How are you, Twi?”

“I’m good.” She looked up at him and smiled. “Wow. That looks good on you.” She looked at Slope. “Both of you.”

“Well, lunch is waiting. Let’s go.” Celestia caught Blackwing’s eye, and he nodded. “Captain Stallkhovich.” Ivan nodded and led the escort, which was joined by a few Unicorns and Earth ponies. Blaze fell in on Verdigris’ right, while Marl and Blackrock trailed. The carriage rolled away, out of sight.

The ponies watched as they proceeded into the Palace, murmuring, then dispersed when the gates and doors closed. Two in particular, a taupe Unicorn and an ultramarine Earth pony, watched intently and stood for a while before one nodded and they trotted away.

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Ravenna walked into the building again, wondering why she was doing this, and wondering what this was. She wasn’t sure of anything, not since visiting the Aerie. She re-entered the room, and Speaker’s distorted voice said, “Yes?”

“I have more information about Verdigris, if you’re interested.”

“Always.” There was a long silence as she fed the papers into the fax machine, and for a few minutes after. It was a fairly in-depth analysis. “Hmm, interesting. While this adds a complication, it changes nothing. The client still wants him to pay. To that end, we contacted your team, and sent them to Canterlot while you were up north.”

Ravenna shifted over to Archer in an instant. “If you wanted them, you should have said so in the first place,” she almost snarled. She blinked, then thought over the implications. “Ah, you or your client have somepony inside the Palace. Very nice, and very dangerous, now that Verdigris is there. He or she had better have the perfect cover. He’s more formidable than he appears and should be taken very seriously.”

“In what way?”

“All the information you need is in the notes. However, keep in mind I was only there a week. There may be much more that I missed, or he never showed.” She looked at the camera. “I will not take you getting my team exposed or harmed lightly,” she warned.

“They understand the risks, and another perspective is always useful,” the voice replied, almost as though reading a script.

Is he really this inept, or am I missing something? “As you say, but I will decide their involvement. You do not know them.”

“We understand, but our client is becoming impatient, after being content to wait. There is something coming up, but what that is remains unknown.” A sheet emerged from the fax. “A contact line, on the off chance. Use it infrequently.”

“Satisfactory.” Archer took, read and memorized it before setting it afire. “I am positive the direct approach will not work. He’s better than you told me. It will have to come from unexpected directions. When you are ready, you know how to reach me. до свидания, на теперь.”

Archer left the building, and fumed all the way to her flat. She calmed down when she saw the picture of North Slope, and began to think clearly. Yes, it’s time to prepare. Something is wrong. She thought back on her speculations of a week ago. What is it, Bluestreak? What’s making you move so suddenly?

She gave up. If there was something that tied them together, she had no idea what it was, and speculation was useless. Ravenna sat down and began writing a list. Things she’d need for an extended stay in Canterlot, if it became necessary. This assignment was rapidly becoming a major problem, and she wanted it solved as soon as possible, before it spiraled out of control.

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After lunch the ponies remained as they were joined by Verdigris’ mother, who welcomed Slope warmly. They spent several minutes just catching up, and discussing what the Aerie might need in the near future.

Slope surprised everypony by saying, “I don’t know if Verdigris mentioned it, your Highness, but I’m interested in joining the Guard, and then serving detached duty at the Aerie.”

Celestia looked at Verdigris, who shook his head, his eyes wide in surprise. “No, he didn’t, and I think you caught him off guard. May I ask why?”

“He mentioned he’d been trained, but didn’t know about Moo-ay Thai. I think it could be useful here, and I’d like the Hawks to learn what we never knew existed. The ‘hammer-wing’, for example. We’d need a Detachment, obviously.”

Celestia looked at Armor and Stallkhovich inquiringly, and Ivan replied, “That sounds completely reasonable, Princess. I’ve heard of Moo-ay Thai, but I’ve never seen it.” He looked at her. “Who taught you?” Verdigris wondered why he didn’t mention their relationship, but let it lie.

Slope faltered briefly before saying softly, “My father. He was a Guard, but he was killed about a year ago.”

“Our condolences,” Celestia answered. “How, if I may ask?”

“The Vory,” her god-son replied tersely over his tea, saving Slope from struggling. “Her parents wouldn’t pay protection, and their business burned down. They were killed trying to save it.” He put a wing around Slope until she regained her composure. “Trotheim supposedly kicked them out after some rather extreme punishments.” He made a cutting motion near his horn and wings.

“Clipping and Polling?” Celestia asked, her eyes wide with mild horror. “That certainly was extreme.”

“Perhaps, but I’d heard they were tired of the problems,” Stallkhovich replied. “Very tired, and they wanted to send a message.”

Celestia nodded, then said, “But you came here. Why?”

“My idea,” Verdigris answered. “The Vory never let go once they get a hoof-hold, and I didn’t think they’d just let Slope be. They certainly haven’t in my case.” Shining and Ivan looked at him questioningly, but he ignored them. “I think you know why I asked her to come,” he finished. Unfinished business, he told her silently.

“Yes, I see. Very well. I believe we can accommodate her wishes?” Celestia asked, looking at Shining.

“She’ll have to take the entrance tests, and probably some remedial class-work, but I don’t see a problem,” the Captain replied. “Marl and Blackrock did all right.”

Gemstone finally spoke; she was still getting used to seeing Verdigris wearing the Indigo. “Free and ‘Lance are at school, but I know they’d want to see you. Is that a problem?”

“It never was, mom. Let me know when they get home, and I’ll drop by.” He grunted a laugh. “That’s if Honey and Grass ever let me out.” Everypony chuckled over that for a few minutes. “I assume I’m staying here?”

Celestia nodded. “I’m not letting you out of my sight. You get into too much trouble.” He nodded, conceding. “Good. In light of your situation, I won’t tempt fate by putting Slope in the path of rampaging mares who’ve missed you so much they’re nearly impossible to deal with.”

Verdigris looked at her for a few moments and said, “Horse apples. If that was true, Honey would have dragged me down right there on the field and ignored the audience.”

Celestia sighed. “It couldn’t last.”

“I think I should have my own room,” Slope said dubiously, but with a smile. “I don’t think I could sleep through the shenanigans.” Verdigris rolled his eyes.

“I think that’s enough,” Gemstone said. “Stop trolling, Celestia. He’s getting too good at it, and he’s already too much of a smart-flank.” She looked at Verdigris, who remained calm, instead of fidgeting after a few minutes as he used to.

“Speaking of,” Verdigris commented, then changed the subject. “I’ve found out a few things, god-mother, but I think Luna should be awake for it.” He looked at Stallkhovich, who looked away angrily. “Come on, you should have known, Ivan.”

“It’s a personal matter,” the Guard replied tightly.

“Not just for you,” the Alicorn replied as he glanced at his mother while she was looking at Slope.

Gemstone looked at him curiously. “What?” She saw his expression, and said quietly, “It’s not over, is it?” He looked at her steadily. Gemstone sighed. “It’s not fair.”

Celestia kept her anger hidden, but the temperature rose a few degrees. “Yes, I think you’re right, god-son. In the meantime, you should get settled, and prepare for refresher training tomorrow.” Verdigris nodded. “Then I think we can resume our business. Good day.”

Everypony stood, bowed and left; Blaze stayed with Verdigris, as always, and Twilight talked softly with Slope, asking questions, as usual. “What is it?” his mother asked.

Not in public, mom. Not where Slope can hear, either. It affects her, he replied silently. They walked along in silence, leaving Twilight and North Slope at an empty suite, and Verdigris relaxed only after his door closed. “Okay, I found out who’s after us. She’s a Rus Pegasus named Ravenna Stallkhovich, who goes under the name of Archer.” Gemstone gasped and Blaze scowled. “Yeah, I got Ivan to tell me. She has a team, and I don’t think anypony knows who or where they are. They could be here in Canterlot, for all I know. It gets worse. Slope doesn’t know her cousin is the premier assassin in Equestria. I promised to tell her, and I don’t know what the news will make her do. I’m gonna have to force Ivan to take the heat for that. I really don’t want to, but she’ll believe it from him.” He glared out the open Prench doors. “We’re gonna have to be careful, mom. They’ve got to know you’re in Canterlot, and while you’re safer here, I’m not sure any place is safe. Celestia told me about the plot against her and Luna, so we know things can happen here.” He turned to Blaze. “I need a pony or two you trust to keep watch.”

“Easy. You grew up with them, Boss.” Blaze grinned; it was an almost perfect copy of Verdigris’ feral one.

Verdigris smiled grimly. “Thanks.” He looked at the clock. “I’m going down for a workout. Grab Tango – no, that won’t work. Heck with it. Tell the gang it’s free-for-all time. I need to blow off some steam.”

“Okay, but let me warn the docs first.” He paused to tap forelegs. “Good to have you back, even if it’s only for a couple weeks, Boss. About fifteen minutes.” Blaze exited, his step almost jaunty.

Gemstone looked at the floor. “I don’t want to go through that again, Verdigris. I can’t stand the thought of losing anypony else.”

“I know, mom. They’ve got to know what I might do. They’d have to be crazy or desperate, unless I’m missing something.” He sighed. “What am I saying? I don’t know enough.”

“I wish … oh, I’m foaling myself, and it’s not fair to you.” Gemstone wouldn’t look at him.

“Mom, if I’d died, would you have stayed together?” he asked softly. She sat there, trying to keep it to herself, but she let out a sob and shook her head. Verdigris walked over and hugged her. “Then that’s it. We can say ‘what if’ all we want, but I don’t think we had a way to avoid this.”

“W-what do I tell ‘Lance and Free?”

“I’ll tell them; you’d sugar-coat it.”

“Okay.” She wiped her eyes and smiled wanly. “Even with all the trouble, it’s been worth it. I couldn’t let you go, and I’ll take whatever comes.”

Verdigris held and soothed her, staring off into space. I can’t. I can’t let this go on, but I don’t know what to do.

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Slope looked out over Canterlot’s skyline and sighed. The city’s so beautiful, and I’m actually here. She barely heard Twilight's question, and had to say, “Sorry, what was that again?”

Twilight face-hoofed and smiled sheepishly. “I forgot this is your first time here,” she replied ruefully, then joined the Earth mare on the balcony. “Yeah, it’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Slope nodded, her eyes misty. “You wouldn’t think you could take it for granted, but I did. I’ve lived here most of my life.”

“Verdigris said it was overwhelming.”

“Yeah, it can be. I sometimes forget not everypony can live in a city comfortably right away. He’s from the Coast, and that’s seriously different, and I guess the mountains are kinda the same.”

“It can be,” Slope replied as she began removing her armor. “It seems a little closed in, after all the wide-open vistas I’m used to.”

“You don’t seem that bad off,” Twilight observed. “Where are you from?”

“Trotheim, and it’s very different city. More spread out, not as built-up.” She glanced to one side. “And it’s not built into a mountain-side. That may be what bothered Verdigris; it doesn’t seem natural.”

“Hmm, I can see that,” Sparkle replied. “So, what’s it like living inside a mountain?”

“Not very different from here, other than the stone-work’s not as finished, and there are fewer windows. Everypony knows everypony after about four months, but that’s changing. We’ve had a lot of ponies come in since the Princesses visited.”

“Did the Griffins really start raiding while they were there?” Slope nodded. “What did Verdi do?”

The younger mare smiled nastily. “He went right in and started kicking flank, from what I was told. Then the Princesses got involved. I don’t think there was ever any doubt about the outcome.”

“They can be awe-inspiring,” Twilight agreed. “Has Verdigris told you about his past?”

“Some. I know there’s a lot he didn’t mention, but I’m sure he has his reasons.”

Twilight nodded with a hint of sadness. “He’s had a rough life. Just for example, we first met a few days after he was struck by lightning, which happened right after he rescued six ponies from drowning, and prevented a shipwreck.” Celestia’s protege shuddered. “He was burned, of course, and his wings were a mess, but he survived. He couldn’t fly for a month.” She sighed. “I can’t imagine what that’s like.”

“Neither can I,” Slope admitted. She looked around the suite. “I’ve met Honey Bunch. What’s Sea Grass like?”

Twilight smiled. “Think of her as a tom-colt, but not too much. The two of them should be outlawed, depending on who you ask.” She chuckled at Slope’s dubious expression. “Oh, yeah. She’s not quite Honey’s opposite, but they complement each other.” She blushed slightly. “Oh, do they ever.”

The Earth mare chuckled. “Yeah, that sounds familiar,” she said, thinking of Lexicon and Card File.

“They’re better when he’s around, and they’re wonderful. I can see why he loves them.”

“He said he and Honey Bunch were destined. Is that true?” Slope didn’t look away from the skyline. “I know we’re not going to be together. I do care about him, but I’m not really jealous.”

“I really don’t know. Celestia would, if anypony does,” Twilight replied. “But I can see there’s something there. Somehow, they seem perfect for each other, and I mean perfect. I can’t see anypony else, except for Grass, but if I try thinking about him and anypony else, nothing comes. Without Honey, Grass wouldn’t be there, either.” She shrugged helplessly. “That’s about all I can come up with.”

“Yeah, I think I know what you mean. When I met her, it was like meeting an old friend,” Slope replied, half to herself.

“Well, I’ll let you get settled in. Dinner’s at nine, usually. Nothing formal; Celestia doesn’t stand on ceremony, much.” Twilight paused. “Are you going to be all right?”

Slope nodded. “If I need anything, I’ll ask. Thank you, Twilight.”

The Unicorn smiled sheepishly. “You’re welcome.”

When the door closed, Slope returned to looking out over the Capital. I know Verdigris said I’d do well, but I still wonder what I’m doing here. Am I fooling myself, thinking I could be a Guard? She shook her head. It’s too soon. I’ll know in about a week, she thought, a smile creeping onto her face. I’ll just enjoy myself.

That’s the spirit, North Slope. Celestia’s mental speech came as a complete surprise. Oh, I’m sorry. I always pay attention to my ponies, to see how they’re doing. I think you’ll be fine, even if it’s a lot to take in at once. Verdigris adjusted quickly, and so did Honey Bunch and Sea Grass. Once you get settled-in, you’ll be just fine.

Thank you, your Highness, Slope thought as she removed her shoes. I’ll take it day-by-day; it seems that’s the only way, sometimes.

She could feel Celestia’s smile. Yes, you’ll do fine. Just take your time and get comfortable. I’ll see you at dinner. Good day.

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After his work-out – punctuated with a brief encounter with Captain Block – Verdigris walked back to his suite and removed his armor. Hmm, I’ll need a ponikin. So will Slope, he thought as he walked out onto his balcony. He stopped, closed his eyes, spread his wings and stood there, feeling the city below him. I think I understand why she does it. So much unpleasantness, so much trouble, and so many ponies who don’t deserve it, he thought. Is this part of being an Alicorn? We don’t have to deal with most of this crap, and we try to give them some of that peace?

He opened his eyes and folded his wings, and flashed-back to the night Hawkfeather and Sky Watcher were killed. The rage was very distant, but still there. Yeah, it is. Mom didn’t deserve that; neither did Free, Lance, or Honey. Nopony deserves to live in fear. Uncle Mike’s right; sometimes you’ve gotta give up something so others can have it. He looked back into the Palace. I hope I don’t have to, but I will, if it comes down to it. The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few. Or the one. He snorted in amusement. Unless you happen to be the one. He shook his head. I’ll figure it out.

He walked back inside, opened his lap-top and began going over his notes. The Archives at the Aerie were saved; he was determined to see to it the Palace Archives didn’t decay away to nothing, as there could be something very useful there, maybe something that could save Equestria.

The knock on the door wasn’t a welcome interruption. “Come,” he snapped. The door opened to reveal Shining Armor, who looked less than happy as he walked in. “Oh, this is about Block, isn’t it?”

“He said you were very disrespectful, Verdigris.”

The Alicorn looked at him for a few moments. “Permission to speak freely, sir.”

Shining rolled his eyes, and sighed. That request had only one meaning. He nodded. “Okay, go ahead. Unload.”

“I don’t know how you handle your command, and I really don’t care, but I didn’t just start on him for nothing. He’s a pompous donkey, and thinks he’s in charge, period. He knows – or he should – how the Patrol and Guard work, and where the lines are.” Verdigris rubbed his eyes. “Maybe I was out of line, but so was he. I don’t know what his problem is, and I don’t care. He’s not going to make my life rough just to make himself feel better.”

Shining let his head droop in embarrassment, then recovered. “Welcome to the real world. For every few Guards like Surestrike, Blaze, Blackwing and Tango, you’ve got one like him. He’s not completely useless, you know. He’s a good Logistics officer, and those are hard to come by.”

“So why’s he busting our stones? There’s nothing about scheduling workouts, and he knows it. Or is he thinking it’s mis-allocation of resources? That’s what the gym’s for.”

Shining sighed as he joined Verdigris at the table. “I don’t know. Why does anypony let their position go to their head?”

Verdigris gave him a long look at the veiled jab. “Okay, you got me, but I didn’t bring that up. If he’s not going to respect me, why should I respect him, and what’s going to make me think others don’t get worse?” He snorted. “Reminds me of Bluestreak from home. He’s a bully, and being in uniform makes it worse.”

Verdigris got up, moved to the kitchen and began making tea. “Earl Grey all right?” Shining nodded. “Maybe he’s useful, but his attitude stinks.” He grunted a laugh as the water began to boil. “ ‘The beatings will continue until morale improves’ doesn’t work, Shining. It’s counter-productive. You don’t motivate ponies through punitive actions, you make them resentful, especially if you blame one pony for everypony’s punishment. That doesn’t bring units together, it tears them apart.”

Captain Armor blinked. “Where’d you hear that? That’s a First Year Academy subject.”

Verdigris smiled. “Uncle Blackwolf’s not what he seems to be. I can’t tell you how I know, but he’s been through a lot, including combat. He gets the most from his troops, and it’s not by being a martinet. He takes care of them. He taught me a few things.” Maybe not in pony – person, but he sure did.

The Captain stared at him for a minute. “Why haven’t I heard about this until now?”

“If Surestrike didn’t tell you, he had a reason. In case you’re wondering, he’s gone for a while. Problems outside Equestria.” You wouldn’t believe the truth, Verdigris thought. “You can ask the Princesses, but I wouldn’t expect an answer.”

“Why not?” Shining asked suspiciously; he didn’t like being left out of the loop, and it was obvious.

“Oddly enough, they don’t have to give you one. Come on, they raise the sun and moon, and take care of everything, or close enough. Are you gonna try to put them on the spot?” Verdigris asked with a nasty grin. “I may be as crazy as they say, but I’m not made of stupid.”

Shining started, then laughed as Verdigris fetched the tray and set it between them. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. It’s just irritating to be left out, like they don’t trust me.”

“Welcome to Newbie World; sucks, don’t it?” After pouring, Verdigris continued, “Trust me, I got the same thing when I started with the Patrol as an associate. I was a Patrol pony’s colt, and supposedly thought I knew it all.” He grinned. “Were they ever surprised to find out I nearly did, but didn’t have the attitude. I knew there was more to it. Dad didn’t keep me in the dark.”

“Okay, I suppose. Just don’t antagonize Block if you don’t have to.”

“Does ignoring him count?” Shining nodded. “Yeah, I knew there was a catch. He’d better be retiring soon, ‘cause I won’t put up with him after Year One. I’ll kick his flank to the curb the way Luna did mine. I found out the hard way nopony’s that good; there’s always somepony better.” Verdigris met Shining’s eyes over his teacup. “He’d better figure that out soon, before somepony shows him.”

“Threats don’t go over in the Guard, even Luna’s,” the Captain told him as he took a scone.

“They don’t need to make them. They make promises,” Verdigris replied. “You could ask Hammer and Anvil about that.”

Shining clicked his tongue. “She sent the latest batch of volunteers away in tears.”

“She can be rough when she needs to be.”

Shining nodded, and looked out the open Prench doors. “So, does Luna know?”

“I’m sure she does. They may be Princesses, but they’re still sisters. That doesn’t change.” Verdigris slouched in his chair as he looked outside. “I’m not going to take anything for granted, though, and there’s our blossoming relationship to think about.” He shook his head. “That’s not going to be easy.”

“As long as you don’t end up being more loyal to her than Celestia. That could be a problem.”

“More than you think. I’m a Hawk, remember? ‘I serve no pony, I serve Equestria.’ I know it’s going to be a balancing act, at least until we figure things out. That, and I’m probably going to be running something in fifty years.”

“Why?” Shining asked. “What’s going to happen then?”

“I’ll cross the last Threshold, and I’ll be just like them. I won’t be able to just turn it off, and there’s no way anypony will think I should be a Guard. Guards protect the Royals, not the other way ‘round, or that’s now some see it.” He rolled his eyes. “Does Stallkhovich ever relax, or is that just the way he comes off?”

“That’s him. Combination of growing up Rus and probably taking himself too seriously.”

“I’m sure he’ll have something to say about Condorosa.” When Shining gave him a blank look, Verdigris explained. “I swear, he doesn’t seem to have a clue about the real world. Like it’s all out of text books. Doesn’t he get it that the Princesses don’t really need Guards or Patrol for protection?”

Shining flinched, then shrugged. “I don’t know, Verdigris. Nopony but Celestia knows him that well.” He gave the Alicorn a mild glare. “You could have put that a little better.”

“What, the truth hurts? How do you think I feel? She’s my god-mother, and sometimes I can’t help thinking she looks at me with the gentle, amused indulgence reserved for a foal. You might think it’s bad, but you don’t know how much distance there is between us. Her and I; it’s worse for ordinary ponies, but they don’t notice it. I can’t help but see how high above me she really is, and sometimes – well, maybe you can guess. I heard Surestrike recommended you, and that had to be a little intimidating. Ten bits says when you heard, you were thinking, ‘How the buck do I rate this position?’, right?”

Shining gave Verdigris a long look, then reached into his armor and tossed out ten bits. “You’re good, but I’ll bet you’re not only not joking, you can’t find the right words to explain.” Five of the bits came back, and he smiled slightly. “Keep ‘em. It’s not like I really need the money.”

“Same here. You’re right.” Verdigris topped-off their cups. “So, what’s up for tonight?”

“A welcoming dinner, after the Royal Dinner. Just a few ponies you’ll know.”

“Well, guess that gives me another reason to avoid Blueblood.”

“He’s not that bad.”

Verdigris looked at Shining with stunned disbelief. “Compared to who?!” he demanded.

“Oh, your other favorite nobles. Polished and Sterling Silver, Trumpet Vine, that bunch,” Shining replied, unperturbed.

Verdigris closed his eyes and used the calming exercises. After a few minutes, he said, “You’re gonna pay for that. Don’t know how or when, but you will.”

“I’ve got to put up with you, don’t I?” Shining gave him an inquiring look. “What’s your problem with authority? You tolerate Stallkhovich, you don’t exactly like me, you humiliated Block and you trashed Breakwater, but you respect Surestrike, and that’s just in the past few years.”

“I have no problem with authority, when it’s not for its own sake. Celestia and Luna don’t make a point of their power and position unless it’s important, and it’s rare when they do. It’s the lower tiers that get all ‘high-and-mighty’, and they don’t realize what that really means. The Princesses are power incarnate, Shining. Trust me, if they really wanted to, they’d rule with an iron hoof and nopony could or would dare raise hoof or eye to them.” The Alicorn looked outside briefly. “I can see it, and it scares me. I could do the same, and that’s how I know.”

Armor just sat there, calmly sipping his tea. “I know. When you’re dating a Princess, you learn these things. You learn not to let it bother you. If you don’t, it’ll drive you crazy.”

“What – how?”

“Cadance, their Highnesses’ niece. She’s about your level, I think, maybe a little higher, but she won’t be running things. One, it’s not in line with her talent or temperament, and two, she doesn’t want it.” Not here, anyway, he thought.

Verdigris smiled. “Another pony I have something in common with. How convenient,” he said sardonically.

Shining chuckled. “Hey, it’s not so bad. From what I hear, in some places the best ponies for the job are the ones who really don’t want it. I don’t know how, but it’s true.” He blinked. “You want to be a Night Guard, right?” Verdigris nodded. “Why?”

“Seriously?” Verdigris looked at him for a few minutes, until Shining put it together. “Yeah, it’s her, not the job. She’s in love with me, and I care about her, and that’s really the only way to be close to her until I Ascend, or whatever you want to call it.”

“That’s risky.”

“I know. It’s the only acceptable way to do it. Not just for legal reasons, but our preferences.” Shining’s eyes strayed to the pendants. “Yeah, all of us.”

The Captain whistled. “Wow, you never do anything easy, do you?”

“Nothing worth having is free or easy, sir.” Verdigris’ ears perked up, just before a knock sounded. “Come.”

Stallkhovich opened the door and waited a beat, then said, “Princess Luna wishes to speak with you, Verdigris.” To Verdigris, he sounded almost displeased.

“Tell her I’ll be right there.”

“That will not be necessary,” Luna said as she nudged the door open and walked in. She seemed taller, her coloring somewhat deeper and more vibrant than before. “Thank thee, Ivan; that will be all. Captain, I must ask thee to depart. Privacy.” Shining nodded, stood and walked out, but Stallkhovich scowled. “There is no cause for worry, Ivan. We are in the Palace, Verdigris is sufficient protection, and thou art Celly’s Guard. Thou may go.” The Pegasus nodded, then left, closing the door behind him rather hard.

Luna walked over and hugged Verdigris. After a few moments, she said, “I did not wish to take that tone, but he is – oh, I do not know. Paternal. Yea, paternal. He treats us like foals who have no sense.”

“Yes, he does,” he replied after nuzzling her. “He seems to make everything seem worse than it really is, and I can’t guess why. He can’t be that oblivious.”

“Mayhap.” She sighed, enjoying the feel of his wings about her. “‘Tis good to see thee, though little time has passed. And though thou must leave soon, I will treasure the time.”

“I’ll be back, but it won’t change much. I don’t think fraternization’s exactly seen as good.” He nodded at the door. “Stallkhovich doesn’t approve, and he’s not the only one. It’s going to be a long year or so.”

“I know. ‘Twill be difficult, but thou and I have waited longer for less reason. Mine only concern is Honey Bunch and Sea Grass. I see them seldom, and only in passing. I know nought of them, save what Celly tells me.”

He touched his horn to hers. Take a good look. I think you can tell from how I feel about them, he told her silently. He felt the odd “shuffling”, and let his mind dwell on how they looked, talked and behaved, how he felt about them, what they did for him back in Oceanside years ago, and how they stood by him. He felt a warm peace come over him; it always happened when he thought about them.

Oh, my, she is meant for thee, Luna “spoke” in mild awe. ‘Tis such a wonderful thing, that kind of love. I have to wonder if I deserve even a small part of that.

“Stop it,” he murmured. “Everypony deserves love. Even you. Maybe especially you. Being different – well, you already know.” Luna nodded, and the feeling ended. “Wow, that’s strange.”

“‘Tis why we do it but seldom. Though far from true, most ponies cannot help feel violated, afterwards.” Luna sighed. “‘Tis another aspect of being a Princess they can never understand.”

“Then you can understand why I’m not looking forward to passing that last Threshold.” He snorted. “Who am I foaling, I’m scared of what I might do.”

She nodded. “I understand. I look back on what I did as the Nightmare and cannot help but cringe, at the very least. I also know thine ancestor affects thee; I remember him fondly, but I also loathe him. He committed horrible acts and justified them as protecting his own. As thou hast done,” she added when he flinched. “Thou must control thyself, else thou fall into the same trap, my love.”

“I don’t see how you can love me, if you know what I’ve done.” Verdigris sighed. “Sometimes I think things might have been better if Celestia hadn’t saved me.”

The unbelievably hard double-swat of both wings dazed him and made his ears ring. “Never again speak so in my presence!” Luna bellowed in his face. “‘Tis untrue, and self-doubt of that kind is not attractive. What of Grass and Honey? Would their lives have been better without thee? What of thy home? Wouldst thou prefer the Vory made Oceanside into another Stalliongrad? What of thy parents and siblings? Wouldst thou have had thy father and brother killed, and thy mother and sister whorsed out?” she demanded. “‘Tis folly of the worst sort, Verdigris, and one cannot know. This I know beyond question!”

He looked down in shame, shivering slightly. “You’re right, but I can’t help it. I was just an ordinary pony when this started, and I still am, more or less. I’m still trying to understand what’s coming, and not knowing is what’s doing this to me. I don’t want to hurt anypony, but I end up doing it anyway. You’ve got to remember, I’m not anywhere near ready for this.”

“That is also untrue,” she replied after calming down. “Thou must learn to trust thyself.”

“Easy for you to say,” he replied sullenly. “You were born to this. I wasn’t.”

Luna was about to start on him again when she realized what he was saying. She took a breath and let it out slowly. “Aye, ‘tis true. Celly and I sometimes forget how different we are, but ‘tis no excuse. If thou dost not learn to cope, there are worse things in thy future. As the saying goes, power corrupts. Thou art fighting it, and ‘tis commendable, but thou must accept the risks and consequences. We cannot learn, otherwise.” She wrapped her wings around him again, and pulled him close. “There is nought else to do.”

She was surprised when he began to cry. “I – I don’t want to be a threat to everypony I know and care about.”

“‘Tis something we must live with every day, Verdigris. Celly and I wish to be what we can never be: Ordinary ponies, not objects of awe and worship, and vessels of power who must always keep in mind what we could truly do.” She snorted in rueful amusement. “All I need do is look upon the Everfree, and appreciate anew the modern irony of that name. Mine and Celly’s battle changed and warped it into something sinister, and we cannot restore it. ‘Tis a reminder to us both.”

He nodded. “Trust me, I get it. That’s part of my problem. I mean, is it inevitable? That’s the big one, right there.”

“No, I do not believe it is. There is nought that is written in stone and unchanging, save the past. The future is always uncertain, and rightfully must be taken seriously.” She sighed. “Thy worries are valid, but remain in the future, and change comes, regardless.”

There was a soft knock at the door, and it opened, revealing Blaze and Celestia. “Is it safe?” the Unicorn asked as they walked inside.

“I don’t see any blood,” Celestia said. “It must be true love.”

Luna and Verdigris rolled their eyes, and chuckled as they separated. “Just me getting my flank hoofed to me again,” he said.

“He is justifiably concerned over his tendencies, Celly, but mayhap I have answered them,” Luna added.

“Ah, yes,” the Day Princess replied, her eyes lit with understanding. “I think we’ve had this conversation before, god-son.”

“Yeah, but that was years ago,” he countered. “I couldn’t do half of what I can now.”

“That doesn’t matter. It’s still the same thing. You’re worried you’ll become Stormhawk as he was. That won’t happen; of that I’m sure.”

“I wish I could be as sure. It would help a lot.”

Celestia walked up and nuzzled him. “Control and discipline are the most difficult things to learn, but you did, otherwise you couldn’t have learned from Slope without harming her.” He looked at her, aghast, and she continued, “It’s an extreme example, but still applicable. You know your own strength; it’s the rest that’s bothering you, because sometimes you can’t recall something that happens as quickly as a thought.” She looked at him soberly as he thought it over and shivered. “Your only saving grace was you didn’t want any of them dead. Even in Stalliongrad, you didn’t go as far as you could have; that storm barely a Force Two. You can do far more, and you know it.”

“That’s what’s bothering me. What happens when they do something that finally drives me over the edge?”

“We will do what we must,” Luna stated flatly. “I too am a Hawk, and I serve Equestria.” She looked at her sister significantly. “Thou needs correct that oversight, Celly.”

“I will. In the meantime, I think somepony needs to learn what his duties are likely to be,” Celestia replied, looking at Verdigris significantly.

“Oh, sure, ruin it for me,” he snarked. He took a breath, then asked, “But I have to know, don’t I?”

“You do, but only as a precaution. There may come a time when Luna and I have to be out of Canterlot at the same time, and you can’t think I’d trust Blueblood.” Her comic expression of illness had them chuckling. “Thank you. I like to believe I’ve learned something after a couple thousand years.”

“What about Cadance?”

“No, her destiny lies elsewhere,” Celestia replied cryptically.

“Thou hast used thine escapes, and the word is fail,” Luna said pertly, her eyes dancing. “Thou art caught, and thou knowest it.”

Verdigris smiled slightly. “I can think of worse.” He sobered, then walked out onto the balcony to look out over Canterlot. The Princesses followed and stood at his side. “Part of it is I know why you’re the way you are. Those ponies don’t deserve to live in fear, and they don’t need some high-hoofed idiots giving them grief in your names. They don’t need to think of the Guards as some kind of thug force meant to keep them in line, either.” His eyes hardened as they narrowed. “You might want to re-consider putting me in charge, god-Dam. If they gave me half the crap they give you, I’d send them to the moon. Of course, I’d miss. Totally accidental, ‘cause I’m not sure how far away it is.”

“No, you wouldn’t. That would be too easy on them,” Celestia reproved mildly. She managed not to smile when Luna giggled. “You’re not helping, you know.”

“Verily, but I agree,” the Night Princess replied. “Aye, the majority of ponies can be trusted to run their lives as is their wont, and cause no trouble, but the others who will blindly follow anypony and those who would exploit that we can do without, Celly.”

“The obvious question is what we’d do with them,” Verdigris said, his eyes filled with mischief. “We could always go with what Tornado Kicker said when he thought nopony was listening: Use them for practice targets. Of course, he was talking about the less useful and helpful nobles.”

Both Princesses clamped their lips together and closed their eyes. “While that has a certain morbid appeal, I think we should seek a less messy way to go about it,” Celestia replied, trying not to laugh.

“Aye, we should not place the maintenance staff under such a burden,” Luna added, then giggled.

“Well, you actually thought about it, so I don’t feel so bad.” Verdigris continued to look out as he mentally debated. “Ah, well, this can’t wait. I think I know why Ivan’s the way he is. Part of it. His sister Ravenna isn’t the mare she pretends to be. She has another name that nopony wants to hear: Archer.”

Luna’s eyes widened ridiculously, but Celestia barely reacted. “The assassin? Whence came you by this knowledge?”

“I managed to get him to tell me. You know the real irony? She was there for a week, and left about an hour before you showed up. She’s Slope’s cousin, too.” He told them the rest of it, including Ravenna’s connection to the Speaker. Luna watched him with incredulity, then looked at Celestia when she failed to react. “Lemme guess: you knew, ” Verdigris finished.

“Not everything, but enough,” the Solar Diarch confirmed. “Ravenna’s reaction to her parents’ death was understandable, considering she’s the younger sibling, and they’re always more attached to their parents, something you need to keep in mind, god-son.” She glanced at him, and he nodded. “Then I think we’re done; well, you and I,” she added with a smile. “Luna?”

“I must ponder upon this, Celly. Part of me wants to find and question her, but from what Verdigris said, there may yet be hope. She did nought but watch.”

“Intelligence-gathering. I’m sure if it came down to it, she’d try to take me,” Verdigris said. “Something’s telling me this is personal, not business.”

“Either way, there’s nothing we can do at this time.” Celestia glanced up at the sun, and added, “And Freewind and Firelance should be getting home by now. I think you promised to visit.”

“Yeah, I did.” Verdigris nuzzled them, then walked back inside to collect his cloak. “Come on, Blaze, and ditch the armor. This is a social call.”

“Got it, Boss.” The Unicorn followed him out, and the door closed.

Luna turned to her sister, giving her a long, measuring gaze. “Thou canst not hide from me, Celly. Thou art worried.”

“Of course I am. He still has a long way to go, and there are always surprises along the way,” Celestia answered, letting her anxiety show. “I’m less worried about Archer than I am her team. They could be anywhere, biding their time until they receive their orders. What those could be you know as well as I.”

“They will strike, but at those furthest away in his feelings,” the Lunar Diarch said. “That could be anypony.” She sighed. “What it will do to him will not be pleasant, an they follow with those closer. When his Dam and sibs are the targets, we will have to be prepared. The same for Honey and Grass.” She looked out and down to see two cloaked ponies exit the palace and make their way into Canterlot proper. “It will be terrible.”

(((())))

“Well, I didn’t expect you to get here so soon,” Gemstone said as she hugged her son, then made way for the youngsters. She smiled as Freewind stretched to hug Verdigris, while ‘Lance waited patiently to tap forelegs.

“No one expected a punctual visitation?” Verdigris asked, smiling. He knew Uncle Mike would tan his hide, but he didn’t care. Since his family didn’t get the reference, it didn’t matter. It’s what you deserved when you left that stuff in your memoirs, Uncle Mike.

Don’t think I won’t slap you silly again. Well, sillier, came a faint reply.

“Where did you go, Verdi?” Free asked after letting him go.

Verdigris tapped forelegs with ‘Lance before answering. “The Aerie.”

“The Aerie? What is it?”

“It’s a big, hollowed-out mountain with ponies living in it, but that’s not important.” Verdigris yelped when his mother shot him in the flank with a bolt from her horn. “Hey, what was that for?”

“Blackwolf said something like that once, and it wasn’t funny then,” she snapped.

“But I wasn’t kidding. The important part is I’m okay. The place was a lot of help.” Gemstone gave him a look that said I’m your mother, don’t kid me. “Seriously, mom. I’m a lot better. You and Honey were there, remember?”

“You got into a fight not an hour later, too.”

“Mom, you know how I am about friends and family. That’s not gonna change.”

Gemstone took a breath. “Okay, but you can’t do that all the time. The ‘scandal sheets’ are having a field day.”

“Does anypony really take those seriously?” She shrugged. “Okay. Like they say, if it doesn’t show up in Equestria Daily, it’s not important.”

Blaze let out a loud guffaw. “Sorry, but he’s right, Gemstone. The Inquisitor, World and such are a joke. I can’t see how anypony believes that nonsense.”

“Where’s ‘Feather?”

“She’s taking classes at the University. Somepony put it in her head she’d do well in the Weather Service,” Freewind answered.

“Honey or Grass,” Gemstone amplified. “Maybe both.”

“I heard she’s teaching Marine Ecology,” ‘Lance added. “Can’t believe nopony here knows about that.”

“I don’t see any shorelines here,” Verdigris countered.

“How long can you stay?”

“The rest of the day.”

“Good. I want to hear what you’ve been up to, and we need to talk.” From her expression it was clear it was about the on-going threat to them.

“Looks like I’m stuck.” Verdigris smiled. “I can deal.”

(((())))

That evening, Verdigris, Celestia, Luna, and Ivan were in the stallion’s rooms eating dinner. Ivan was listening as Verdigris gave Celestia the whole story about his stay at the Aerie before her arrival with growing anger. To cope, he concentrated on his dinner. Even though it was fifteen days later, it still gnawed at him. This hadn't gone unnoticed by Celestia.

Ivan? He looked at her inquiringly. This is about Condorosa, isn’t it? He nodded tightly. Go ahead and speak your piece, but if your delivery is wrong, you will catch it. Choose your words with care, but after everypony has finished eating. He followed Celestia's advice and waited fifteen minutes; by then his anger had cooled. He nodded, weighed his thoughts and then said, “I have a problem.”

They looked at him in expectantly. Surprise, Verdigris thought. Here it comes

“My princesses, with utmost respect, what were you thinking, going out there like that? You are the Goddesses and rulers of our nation, and that makes you irreplaceable. If anything were to happen to you, Equestria would fall apart. Maybe not in one day, but over time the Nobles would seize control, and they’d have no problem sweeping aside the laws you set down. Those laws that couldn't be killed would be changed, all in order to benefit them alone; many of those nobles have ties to the underworld, and if they succeed, every city and town in Equestria will upwind looking like Stalliongrad, a hot-bed of crime and corruption.

“There's another reason: Hero worship. This is equally important, because in our minds, you are heroines straight out of history, and heroines don't die."

Like Tarterus they don't, Celestia thought.

"You took an unnecessary risk when you went to Condorosa, not only to yourselves, but to Equestria. If the Griffins had captured either or both of you, they’d have had a knife at Equestria's throat. Yes, capturing a Goddess would be hard and dangerous, but not impossible. I look to Discord's statue as proof. Fortunately, you returned safe and sound. It could have gone the other way. You could have walked into a trap laid down by the Griffins. You know of everything under the sun and moon respectively, but the Speaker has managed to elude that, so it is safe to assume maybe Griffin Kingdoms can too, although I'll admit it would be most difficult on their part. I know it was Celestia who gave the order to retaliate and she was right, but she should have used her Royal Guard. That's what we're here for. "

Pompous flank-hat, Verdigris snarked behind his attentive facade. Celestia smiled briefly.

He looked at Verdigris, his tone respectful. “Verdigris, I'm growing to love you like brother, but you too made mistakes. As a member of Luna's Guard your first priority should have been her safety, and you should have ordered her back to the Aerie while calling for back-up. If I was in your place, that's exactly what I would have done with Celestia. Your other mistake was rushing off to confront creatures you deem a threat. That can have far-reaching ramifications and unforeseen consequences, even for you. It makes you seem reckless. When you join the Guard, you’ll have to tone that down, otherwise there will be trouble for you. There are many officers who have no patience with a pony that does things his or her own way. I’ve served under such closed-minded idiots before. They see their underlings only as cannon fodder. Captain Block comes to mind, or ‘Blockhead’ as we like to call him,” he said with a grin. “Look at it from my point of view.”

Celestia saw Verdigris gearing up for a well-aimed response, but stopped him. Don't say a word. I'll handle this, she commanded. Don’t force me to make it an order.

He shrugged. He’s your colt.

She caught Luna’s eye. Sister, let me handle this. I know you feel a need to put Ivan in his place, but you don't know him as well as I do. In many ways, he's right.

Luna was furious, but saw the wisdom in her sister's request and relented. Very well, ‘Tia, but he will hear my words when I am less angered, and have had time digest what he said, Luna replied.

Thank you.

Stallkhovich watched the Alicorns carefully, half-expecting Luna or Verdigris to fling him across the room. He was ready for that. What he wasn’t ready for was Celestia's all-too-reasonable voice. “Ivan, I understand your concerns and appreciate your candor, but there are some realities of which you seem completely unaware.

“First, you are completely mistaken in a few of your assumptions, mostly that Luna and I can be caught or taken against our will. I’m very much aware of the improvements in magical theory, practice and application, and I haven’t forgotten about the attempt. What you don’t understand is – as Verdigris will attest – Luna and I are power incarnate. Do you know what that truly means?

“Second, though I can’t see or hear everything that doesn’t take place under the sun, careless ponies will talk. So will Griffins and other denizens of Equis. You wouldn’t believe how much they don’t understand about us, and yes, we keep it that way deliberately. There’s a Griffin saying that goes, ‘Don’t give out information you can’t afford to have spread everywhere by the end of the day’. It’s not only information control for security, it’s to prevent panic.” She stood, walked several feet away, spread her wings and her aura burst out, threatening to touch the walls, which were a good twenty feet away. The heat emanating from her was almost unbearable as she calmly stated, “My little pony, thou knowest not the extent of Our power, and We can see thou fervently wish not to know. This is but an hundredth part of my power. Imagine the reaction Our ponies would have.” The display vanished as suddenly as it appeared, and the temperature began to fall. Celestia walked back to the table and sat calmly, as though nothing had happened.

“As for hero worship,” she continued, “we know all that, far better than you ever could, and it’s wearing. Being a Goddess is no picnic, and the titles and roles we hold were forced upon us by the Unicorns. We accepted because it was easier than arguing, plain and simple. You seem to have forgotten that Luna and I have led ponies in battle many, many times, long before your line or the Clans came to be. The nobles might try to seize control, but nopony would follow them, and they know it. We are Equestria, and we serve Equestria.” She snorted, and steam puffed from her nostrils. “And if you believe I’m unaware of some of their extracurricular activities, you’re not fit to wear that armor. Even more if you think I haven’t taken precautions and made contingency plans.

“Lastly, there is no single pony on Equis save Verdigris who approaches mine and Luna’s power, and he would have problems with Discord, at least at this stage. Do you honestly think anypony could touch us if we didn’t wish it?” Her smile was genuine, but Ivan could see the flames behind her eyes, and he shuddered. “I thought as much,” she finished sweetly, and resumed eating her salad.

Ivan looked at Verdigris, expecting a rant. The smile on the stallion’s face was a study in sadistic enjoyment, until he spoke. “You sexist, elitist bastard,” Verdigris snarled. “How dare you treat the Princesses as though they’re helpless, irresponsible fillies? You’ve never faced one in anger.”

“That’s impossible, and what does that have to do with it?”

“Seriously?” Luna, can you “bring her back”? Take on her appearance? “It has everything to do with it.”

Aye, though I do not want to; howe’er, I see thy point. The Night Princess swiftly changed, and said, “Say that now.”

Stallkhovich looked and nearly fell out of his chair in astonishment, as sitting across from him was Nightmare Moon, or so it appeared. He tried to get to his hooves, but a blue aura surrounded him, pinning him in place. Luna walked up to him, her draconic eyes emotionless, her voice cold and hard as steel as she said, “Thou seemest to boast of thy prowess, Ivan, yet thou hast only prevented an assassination plot. We hath seen nought of thine ability, Warrior of Light,” she sneered. “Prithee, demonstrate thy superiority to our satisfaction. We shalt wait.” Stallkhovich didn’t struggle, but waited with typical Rus stoic fatalism for the blows that never came.

“Now then, whilst thou wert helpless, did we cause thee harm?” He shook his head. “Wouldst thou want us to?” His eyes widened, and he shook his head, his stoicism finally cracking. “Then thou wilt leave off. Thy so-called superior knowledge and skills availed thee nought against me, and I am not yet in my full power of old. Verdigris faced me alone, knowing he would be bested, to give the Element Bearers needed time. He took all I gave, and though broken he remained resolute. He did not yield.” Luna moved forward until she was nose-to-nose with him. “He did not rush in unknowing.”

She stepped back, and said, “Wouldst thou have my sister be instead of a benevolent Princess, a perilous Queen? Not dark and mysterious as I, but beautiful and terrible as the Morn She is! Treacherous as the Seas! Stronger than the foundations of all Equis! All wilt love her and despair!” Stallkhovich quailed in her grasp, his mind reeling. From the corner of one eye, he could see Verdigris barely withstanding the onslaught, his eyes gleaming with undisguised admiration. And then it was over; all three Alicorns were unnervingly calm.

For the moment.

Verdigris favored Stallkhovich with a stony glare when Luna released him, returned to her proper appearance and sat down. “You seem to think I’m a complete amateur, but then you’re almost as bad as the nobles. I want to see you give Luna or Celestia an order. They won’t listen, unless it suits them. Do you want to know what the Royal Guard really is? It’s a show-force to keep the crowds under control, a security force to facilitate evacuations in emergencies and supplement the Constabulary, and an Honor Guard in keeping with a station the ponies forced them to assume. You’re really not much more than eye-candy,” he said ironically. He noticed Celestia hiding her face behind a hoof, supposedly to cover a sneeze. He saw the blush, while nopony else did.

“As for the Griffins, how could they know we’d be there?” The stallion snorted. “Really, you make every enemy seem better than they really are, and that’s insulting. Capture? They’d never get in reach. When Celestia talks about dropping the sun on somepony, it’s no empty threat; the same when Luna talks about freezing some place or other. You just saw it. Again, we’re not talking about some dainty, simpering Unicorn twits, we’re talking power incarnate.” Stallkhovich wisely stayed silent.

“Maybe you don’t understand, and have no idea what Celestia’s done, but I do. Blood memories. I know who, what and why. I also know she had no choice, and didn’t have anypony to turn to.” Verdigris walked up to Ivan and continued, “How many ponies have you had to kill? I’ll bet I can count them all on one hoof.” Stallkhovich looked away. “Yeah, that’s right. The Glasslands aren’t called that for nothing. Only she and I know what that is, and I wish I didn’t. My own nightmares are bad enough.” He gave Ivan a stare that sent a chill down the Guard’s back. “Consider yourself lucky that you don’t see hers.”

“Verdigris?” Celestia asked, stricken. “I – Is that true?”

“I can deal with it, now, god-Dam.” He turned back to Ivan, who wilted slightly under the glare. “Love me like a brother? You barely know me. You can’t know me that well – after only an hour’s conversation over cider and a single one-sided fight? – and say what you have.

“First off, I’m not Luna’s Guard. I’m Patrol, and that’s very different. Stalliongrad has shorelines and docks; you ought to know all about us. We’re supposed to act on our own initiative, because lives are at stake. One bad slip involving the ocean can be and often-times will be your last. I almost died saving six ponies, and one succumbed afterwards. He’ll haunt me for the rest of my life, ‘cause I still think I could have done better, and saved him.

“Second, Coast ponies have to be self-reliant. More often than not, all you’ve got is what you have at hoof. In my case, I had it worse, because those ponies are still very superstitious, and they shunned my entire family because of my appearance, and they somehow thought Trot-Hoof was contagious. So what if I do things my way? You think Shining doesn’t know? I’ve told him, and I’m sure his sister told him what she learned. If he’s okay with it, so is the entire Guard force, like it or not. If you think I’m undisciplined, well, that’s your opinion. If I wasn’t, I doubt very seriously I’d be here; Celestia doesn’t take insubordination very well, despite appearances. Trust me, she’d shut me down in a heart-beat, and hate every second of it.

“Finally, nopony makes threats against me and mine and expects to get away with it. If that’s a failing, so be it. In the end, family is all you have.” He leaned in, making Stallkhovich flinch. “Isn’t it?” He turned away, throwing his wings wide in frustration. “Why do I bother? I told you a lot of this at the Aerie, and you just ignored it.”

“Verdigris.” He stopped half-way to the balcony. “Do I need to separate you two?” Celestia's voice was concerned, but there was an under-tone of mild irritation.

“Probably. He somehow tweaks all my feathers without trying.”

“Very well.” The Day Princess turned to Stallkhovich and said, “For the time Verdigris is here, you’ll stay away from him, Ivan. In fact, take a leave of absence. We all need to cool down and think this over very carefully.”

“Y-you’re dismissing me?” Stallkhovich almost squeaked.

“No. When Verdigris leaves, you’ll return to duty. I honestly can’t think of another way to make this situation better.”

Ivan bowed his head. “As you say, your Highness. I’ll go now.” Stallkhovich stood, bowed to Luna, tried and failed to catch Verdigris’ eye, then sighed and walked out.

When the door closed, Celestia said, “That could have gone better.” She glanced at her sister and god-son significantly.

“Aye, but his timing was abominable, Celly,” Luna replied. “Mayhap he is right, but it rankles to be lectured in such an unseemly fashion by a comparative colt.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“I know he means well, but damn it, we’re not foals!” Verdigris exploded. “He’s right, but what the buck does he want us to do, hide? That doesn’t solve anything, and only encourages trouble.” He looked at Celestia earnestly. “I can’t run and hide behind you every time something happens. What the buck good does that do?”

“I agree, but I must be diplomatic and judicious, as well as forceful when required.” Celestia sighed. “I think we all need to spend some time by ourselves, to let our anger go and collect our thoughts.”

“Aye, ‘tis needed,” Luna agreed. “On the morrow, Verdigris.”

“Yes. See you both tomorrow. I’ll take care of the dishes. Good night.” He stood where he was, looking out the Prench doors.

“Then good night. Let’s not drag this up again tomorrow.” Celestia stood and walked out silently.

Luna stood and walked to his side. “Though she is right – and Ivan, to an extent – I dislike this as much as thee.” She nuzzled him, and he returned it. “I will leave thee in peace. There is much to consider.” She stepped back and walked out, closing the door behind her.

Verdigris sighed, gathered the dishes and began cleaning them. He looked at his computer, and it lit. The music program came to life, and he selected a particular song by Back Beat, The Last In Line. He cranked the volume, not caring that others would hear. It said everything he felt about himself at this moment perfectly, in his opinion. It began softly, and he sang with it.

He paused when the song did, his face taking on a mixed expression of pain, sorrow and rage, and he almost screamed as the song continued. During the guitar solo he stood there, outwardly calm as he finished the dishes, until the singing resumed.

When the music ended, he stood there, breathing hard, his face pinched. He looked at his reflection in the door glass, not liking how much he looked like Stormhawk. He shook his head. This is you, Verdigris. Deal with it.

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Reactions to the music varied by pony. Most of the Guards wondered what was going on, while Blaze, Tango and Shining shook their heads sadly. The staff looked around worriedly, wondering who could listen to that kind of music.

Celestia looked up from her writing, her eyes unerringly turning to Verdigris’ rooms. She listened, her heart aching. Michael played that once, and I wondered what it meant. Now I know. My poor colt. You’re too young to feel this way. She lowered her head, removed her crown and silently cried for him.

Luna stood on her balcony, inspecting her sky, and the music surprised her. Why would Verdigris listen to – ? she thought before the pause, then her question was interrupted and answered as the harsh singing continued. She listened, then felt her heart sink and rise simultaneously. She’d had doubts about herself before, and still did, and it was wonderful and terrible to know Verdigris shared them and questioned himself, and so publicly. Her eyes filled with tears as she continued looking up. What a cruel fate it is to know you have such potential and tendencies, and must constantly be on guard against one’s-self, she thought. It is almost too much, and yet … and yet.

Ivan heard the music faintly as he walked Canterlot’s avenues, and he stopped. When the words made sense, he shivered. It was obvious Verdigris understood more than he would ever let on. He shook his head in sympathy. Perhaps I not only judged too soon, I have badly misjudged and hurt you, my friend.

Gemstone, Eaglefeather, Honey Bunch and Sea Grass heard the music and shivered. They knew something had happened; Verdigris often expressed himself through songs when he couldn’t or wouldn’t express himself verbally, especially when he wasn’t sure he wouldn’t over-react. This one must have been bad, Gemstone thought, glad the youngsters were asleep. “I … think he needs to be alone tonight,” Grass said.

Twilight stood on her balcony, forelegs crossed on the balustrade as she listened. She knew Verdigris well enough to understand, yet was still mystified. He’d seemed fine when he arrived, and now this. He’s better at hiding things than I thought. I hope he’ll be all right once he’s home. He never seems to catch a break.

Author's Note:

A/N: Yep, we’re not quite done with a few things. Once again, thanks to White Wolf for tossing walls of text my way, and leaving me to make it readable.

Acknowledgments: Stump Speech is better explained here. You know what Unicorn politicians are like. Partly disguised Lord of the Rings reference, via channeling Galadriel. The Glasslands and “Made of stupid” come from Scootamom, by Richardson; actual phrase is Why am I made of stupid? And the usual Airplane! throw-away lines.

Translation: до свидания – da sve-dan-ya – goodbye; на – ehno – for; теперь – te-peeyehd – now

Comments

[Alyeskabird]

I can see where this is going. Hes going to have to come down hard on the vory, or whatever thay are called. Someone is being stupid, and when it happens, its going to get very bad.

[Verdigris]

2553401 Well, look who's decided to grace us with their presence.
You can in broad strokes, but rest assured I have a surprise or two up my sleeve. And yes, it's going to be bad; the song should have given that one away.

[Alyeskabird]

Song nothing, just knowing 'human' nature tells me its going to get very bad. Never mind the both Tia and Luna had that litle conversation. Thay both know things are going to go to hell and back. There will be blood I expect. this speaker dude has yet to realize that if it comes down to it, Verdigris can and will glaze the city if he thinks it would protect his family.
Might seem like a literary alusion to a lot of folks, I know better. Some people, you can only push them so far, then the gloves come off, and no longer do the rules apply.

I have been around a while, I just do not comment often. I am not good at interacting, and have difaculty expressing myself in way that is easily understood, easyer to just watch and see what develops.

[Verdigris]

2553692 Fair enough.

Yeah, he could, and then he's likely to make "one small step" for pony-kind, like Luna did.
Good thing wood-chippers don't exist in Equestria, eh?

[Alyeskabird]

2554119 Yep, though I do have to like the luesiana way, take them out into the swamp and tie them to a tree, let the gaters have snack. OUt here, its tie them to a tree, and see if the coyotes get them before the weather does. Course sometimes the vultures get there first.....

Goodness, bloody minded today.

I also knowVerdagris would probably think the punishment for him glazing a city as just, and except it. Would not stop him from doing what he felt he needed to do though.

[Verdigris]

2554244 You're good. I'm going to have to be careful.

[Alyeskabird]

2554501 YOu see things diferent, after you have been under fire.