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While Cadance waits for her husband's return from the field, she ponders her home in Henosis and foals. To the South, Shining holds out against monsters that prowl the borders of the Crystal Empire and regrets.

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This looks incredible. Will read!
Probably soon at that.
And I'm busy
And this looks worth it
But when dont your stories? :twilightsmile:

Okay...I've read and...
Oh my god.
This is beautifully written.
The lack of edits is apparent, but not over distracting.
You... You should; nay, need, to continue this...

No no seriously, continue this.
I REALLY like it.

2080825 Shhhh

You calm down over there with comments.

I'm finishing it.



against it with their fits and rake their claws


They stand on two legs, but run on two.

I'm going to assume you mean four.

Akero Apple, earth pony, InfantryPony First Class, dead. Friendly Fire.

Well shit. Did one of AJ's relatives just get killed off by a crystal pony? Friendly fire is the worst.

Cadance, Twilight and played

"and I played"

In war nothing is constant.

Sees what you did there and appreciates it immensely.

So options and contingencies.

Comma after so.

work it’s way


This feels similar to that other dark one you put out. This is a good thing.

Lonely the head that wears the crown.

I think you're missing an "is" there.

But there are alicorns and there are alicorns

Wasn't the second one italicized before?

Ponies were not made to live alone; mutual help and companionship.


that cannot decide how many legs to run on and how we should not fear.


still had my Henosian

Canterlot for a few months

Double spaces.

Is Cadence pregnant?


Will she ever be?

And you say I'm fast! This is your second story in two days! Enjoyable, nonetheless.

2081885 The difference is that I spam a bunch of crap and you write ponies goin to Cracker Barrel and it's beautiful

2081904 but... but those fancy words and all those... what do you call them... feels! I just write about Mac and his pegasus fetish/Twilight and hers. Everypony loves pegasi.

2081974 Nah this one sucks

but it's been sitting in my Gdoc

2080942 Wow I managed 4 comments in 10 minutes AND read both halves
I feel great

You sneaky little something-something.
Where in the wide wide world of paleontology did this come from?

I like the first chapter (what I have read as of this typpy-typing) because, as I have said previously, you write a story that has no context well. Your description could have read "Fig Newtons" and I would have ended up in the same place reading-wise. I don't need to know why in the hell Shining is in the damn snow (snow...snow, snow) to appreciate his immediate situation.

You Constantly reward my interest.

Looking forward to reading the next chapter (in like 15 seconds)

You know what I always say.

War... war never changes.

I know he will. He must. The Dual Throne sits half empty and the bed has only his imprint and these things mean he must come back, because nature abhors a vacuum and it is very important.


2083476 I love As I Lay Dying and I was reading it coming home from Texas (fitting, no?) and I came to this one line

“I feel like a wet seed wild in the hot blind earth.”

And it's one of my favorite. I put my book down this time in the plane and had a weird sort of vision (it helps that I had earlier been thinking about the line "Give me love over life; the sweet softer ground!" from a Coheed song) of Cadance languishing on their bed while Shining is off in trouble, but she doesn't know and all she can think about is how this time she feels like he ain't comin' back and her thoughts turn inwards towards Motherhood and all that sort of conjugal stuff

I write female characters because I do not understand

and also you liked that line? I thought it was sort of overdone/cliche.

This was interesting. But may I ask what in God's Good Name is a "Mitou?" I tried wikipedia and google and nothing turned up.

2103770 I think I got that off of Star Trek or Star Wars and corrupted the spelling

I have no idea.

They're abominable snowmen!

Very nice. Not much else to say, really. Keep it up, Cynewulf.

Well, this is interesting. But what the hay is Henosis?

2158472 For me, I'm using it as her homeland.

You have given me permission to introduce you to my favorite artist!

Henosis, by Equestria Prevails

S/he has kind of made up a bunch of realms in this world around Equestria, and it's really neat! You should totes check Equestria Prevails out. Henosis is that picture though, and you can see both her "mother" and her home. (Cadance being her daughter is something I made up.)


Doesn't really sound like Shining's voice to me, but then I suppose we've never seen him in a real, army- or even squad-scale battle, and maybe his manner of speaking is different depending on the circumstances.

This, on the other hand, is pretty damn perfect. Cadance is a princess but a relatable princess, one who connects with mortal ponies and whose character feels like one of them more than Celestia or Luna ever do, and you've definitely captured that here.

2180783 This whole fic was an excuse to write this weird Cadance stream of conciousness

Okay, this could be either the sleep deprivation or my raging pro-Faulkner bias talking, but I don't think it is: You may just be the best author on this site. I've been watching you for a long time and have read almost everything you've posted, all the while mentally indexing you as One Of Our Greats and/or A God Among Ponies-- but it only hit me today, as I lingered over the imprints and the vacuums and the silent pleas in this underappreciated treasure, that you might be actually the best. Your delicate characterization, your ear for poetry, your always chilling choice of words, and your ability to hint at complex, ambiguous emotions only half-understood by the ones who hold them all leave me in awe. Everything you write is suffused with a dull gray light, sun locked away behind clouds. I love the atmosphere you create. Thank you for writing, and thank you for sharing with the rest of us.

2617697 I'm really grateful for your kind words!

This story means a lot to me, though it doesn't seem like it.

It was kind of how I escaped from my grandmother's last days. Sitting in the plane, writing about Shining and Cadance, missing my own specialest of someponies and wondering about how it would be like to be someone different.

Thankya, sai.

Short, and not that good, but sad

For a man who loves to be at home, you have remarkable insight into the mind of someone driven to go out from a warm place and do what has to be done. You say it more through Cadance's voice, but... there is that compulsion, the inability to sit at home and be still.

I don't do vacationing well because of it. It's why I drive through the night, and why I leave a warm dent, caffeine awakening the latent feelings of resentment and anticipation. Her voicing is an excellent representation of the dance of so many couples who find themselves pulled apart, more than the normal daily routine would, and puts one in a measure of danger.

I can see that Cadance's portion was the core of what you wanted to write. The emotions were richer, more slowly developed and examined. Shining's part, though... Contrasts. I do like the contrasts. Cold vs warmth, companionship vs loneliness (though in his own way, Shining is very much alone, being in command. Ours is not to wonder why...), urgency vs ennui. And the organization of his thought, even in the midst of a stream-of-consciousness pondering, vs her sedate wandering through a seriies of thoughts, though they all orbit around the empty spot in her life.

Duty. Though it's not the same sort, I know that sense of duty and "do what must be done," but I find myself also projecting in the guilt I feel for leaving that empty spot. I half-expect, I want Shining to express it too, but that may not be in character. A weakness, perhaps, that he can't afford, when he's already letting himself get distracted by reminiscenses.

As a vignette, I do like this very much. I'm not a fan of darkness, but you handle it very well, a light touch and a backwards look, rather than a gleeful painting of the snow. Thank you. It's not a fit fate for a pony. And as much as I'm curious how this would resolve, I fear that to drag it out much further would take away from the... the timeless feel it has. You've done a very good job, even when referencing time, of making time a non-issue here. The thoughts could be near-instant, they could stretch out. I sort of get the feeling that for each of them, they are the opposite of what they'd like- Cadance's would fly by, and Shining's would drag out, matching the hours he has remaining, distracting him the whole time.

Very, very well done. I want to go back and linger over Cadance's part again.


When I saw the title, I was wondering if you gleaned inspiration from No World for Tomorrow. The lyrics are "The sweet soft of ground", as a disregard for death, but this corruption is more fitting to the premise.

I enjoyed the integration of Coheed lyrics. Otherwise, the story is too repetitious and I find their inner monologues a tad melodramatic for my taste. Faulkner used the writing style to frame the limited cognitive capacity of the narrator. This was... I don't know. One up tic: Shining Armor’s apparent mild OCD. I guess it runs in the family.

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