Unable to live for himself, Archaic Smile lives to hide, unknowingly suffering his irrational phobias of society. When a mare from Manehattan moves to Ponyville, he suddenly finds himself caught up in an uncontrollable, life-changing relationship.
Yo, don't read this, it sucks.
Note to readers: this is a very premature version of this story, and I am currently in the process of heavy revision. I suggest adding it to your read later/favorites lists and keeping an eye out for the updated version.
"I can't keep hiding... You’ve s-shown me that what life has to offer is invaluable. You showed me joy... and l-love. I can't go back to knowing only fear. I need your help, Glory... Help me to live." - Archaic Smile
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Archaic Smile, a pegasus pony residing in the outskirts of Ponyville, knew only fear. Terrified of everypony and how they might judge him, he kept to himself, only visiting the town for necessities. Loneliness was all there ever was and would be for poor Archaic Smile, until a mare from Manehattan arrived in Ponyville. One fateful errand-run to her flower shop was all it took to put Archaic Smile on a new path towards realizing his potential and, most importantly, his desires.
“It’s time I head off,” said the pegasus Archaic Smile. “I w-wouldn’t want to be late for the train.”
He and his mother, Kind Smile, were sitting together in their luxurious living room in their home in Canterlot. The estate had belonged to their family for generations and was well furnished, decorated with various relics and antiques from all lands that Kind Smile and her husband, Big Grin, had acquired on their expeditions. Verily, Archaic Smile was the first in decades who wanted a new home.
“Then you’d best be prepared, my boy,” said Archaic Smile’s father as he entered the room.
“I am,” Archaic Smile replied. “My things are already b-by the door.”
He noticed the despair seeping from his mother’s eyes; it was the despair of a mother who feared to let her child go.
“Mom,” he murmured, mustering a feeble smile. “I’ll be fine. You needn’t worry.”
“I know,” she said. “But what am I going to do without my little knight?”
“You’ll send letters,” Archaic Smile answered. “And I’ll be able to tell you all about m-my adventures in Ponyville.”
“Not at this rate, you won’t,” Big Grin said. “Off you go!”
“I love you, too, dad.”
“Your father never liked goodbyes,” said Kind Smile.
“They get in the way of the adventure and excitement of travelling,” Big Grin remarked. “Come on, son. We’ll see you off.”
Archaic Smile lifted his saddlebag onto his back and stepped outside onto the estate’s porch, stopping at the top of the flight of stairs that led to the cobblestone streets of Canterlot. His parents followed, and for a while they stood in silence together, communicating through each others’ eyes.
“I d-don’t want to be late,” Archaic Smile finally said.
“Good luck, Arc,” said his father. “Send word once you’ve established yourself.”
“You can count on it,” he replied, turning to his mother. “Mom.”
“My baby, Ser Arc, is an adult now,” she said, thinking aloud. “Oh, dear, I’m getting old...”
The three anxiously laughed together for a few seconds.
“I’ll make you proud,” said Archaic Smile.
“You’ve already done that,” Kind Smile replied, and Big Grin nodded in agreement.
“Well... okay,” Archaic Smile murmured. He hugged each of them quickly and took a deep breath. “G-goodbye, for now.”
The pegasus descended the stairs and started down the cobblestone path, donned in a scarf and carrying only what could fit in his saddlebag; before long he was out of sight, hidden by the grand, ancient buildings of Canterlot.
“That’s it,” Kind Smile said. “He’s gone. Do you think he’ll be okay?”
“Of course he will,” Big Grin answered. “He’s like us. Adventurous. He’ll find his way.”
There’s a new garden shop that opened the other day. My garden hadn’t done so well during this last winter season, so I decided to see what the shop offered. From what I understood, the shop was owned by a mare who just moved to Ponyville from Manehattan. City types have always unnerved me more than the ponyfolk around here; they always seem to expect some kind of small talk from me. This mare, though, wasn’t a city pony. She seemed to have other interests in mind.
I arrived at the shop after weaving through the quiet, hidden alleyways I know so well and saw a big banner hanging under the shop’s new sign. Together, they read, “Spring’s Glories; Grand Opening.” I looked around to confirm nonpony was around, then made my way to the shop’s entrance. Through its windows I could see several different flowers―the usual eye-catchers. I trotted in, and a little bell jingled; I winced at the sound, fearing that it would alert somepony of my arrival. Unfortunately, I was right. A pretty but worried-looking unicorn mare rushed in from the shop’s back room. Her coat was a light, minty green that almost seemed to sparkle. Her mane was a much darker green, like grass, yet it was just as radiant. Bright lavender were her eyes, shining like little stars.
“Hello! Welcome to Spring’s Glories! I’m the manager, Spring Glory,” she said with a nervous yet confident smile. “How may I help you, sir?”
As she spoke, my stomach knotted up and I regretted my decision to come. I could easily tell this was an innocent, good-spirited mare who simply wanted to find her place in Ponyville as the owner of a garden shop―and I felt like I would let her down as a customer and a Ponyville resident. Just... be natural, I thought.
“Hi... I, uh... I just wanted to... check out what you offer here.”
“I may not have everything you need, since my shop is still fairly new. I’ve been waiting for some shipments to come in.” She seemed a bit flustered; I was very flustered, though, so it might have only been my imagination. “If I don’t have it here I can promise to order it and receive it within a day or two,” she said.
I nodded and tried to smile. This was worse than the pointless Manehattan-banter I had prepared for―she was just so kind; it made me too nervous to think straight.
“...What is it that you’re looking for?” she asked.
“Just... a few things.” I pretended to examine the contents around the shop, but all I could really think about was my method of escape.
“Like?” Her smile seemed so genuine. It was nothing like the ersatz smiles many city ponies have.
“Um... I think I should go make a list and come back later.”
“...Are you sure?” Now her smile seemed genuinely strained.
“Yes... I can’t remember everything I need.”
“Perhaps if you look around, you’ll remember what you want?” I could tell she didn’t want me to leave without making a purchase.
“I think... I should go home and make a list, just to make sure I don’t forget anything.”
“You could always come right back if you do forge―”
“No, thank you. I... I’ll come back another time, with a list.” I felt bad interrupting her like I did, but I simply couldn’t maintain myself any long with this beautiful mare being so kind to me.
“Why... Yes, of course.” Her smile looked more like a grimace, and I’m sure my attempt was similar. I turned, heading for the door.
“Have a good day, sir!” she shouted as I stepped out.
Without looking back I spread my wings and leaped into the air. I flew as fast as I could―inconspicuously, of course― aiming for home.
I’m never going back there, I thought. I just can’t.
I cannot easily explain what I experienced after my encounter with Spring Glory; during the following two days, I tried to absorb myself in my sculpting work, but I couldn’t keep her out of my mind. What I felt was entirely against my nature; as far as I know, I’m the shiest pony around other than Fluttershy. She has many friends, though, whereas I keep to myself. Somehow, I even manage to keep under that crazy party pony’s radar. I never want to see anypony unless it’s absolutely necessary.
Despite my efforts to distract myself, I couldn’t deny that I wished to see Spring Glory again. Three days after my visit to her shop, I decided to clear my head in the Everfree forest. It’s not as dark and dangerous as most ponies believe it to be. The real dangers lie only in the deepest part of the forest; other than that, paranoia is the only other menace. I tend to stay near the edges of the forest, where I can easily fly out if need be.
I saw the zebra, Zecora, again while I was out. Out of everypony in or around Ponyville, I think I see her the most often, since I go on so many strolls through the forest. We’ve never spoken, though. My guess is that she understands my desire to be alone; she seems to want the same thing. Usually, she’ll nod in acknowledgement, and then we go our separate ways.
The distraction worked only while I was out, and by the next day I found myself idly carving small patterns into a block of wood whilst contemplating how I could approach Spring Glory at her shop. I found some parchment and scribbled down everything I needed for my garden. I lingered around my house for another half hour or so, nervously envisioning every way I could possibly embarrass myself. Finally, I left, and before I knew it I was sitting in the same small alleyway, looking at the small garden shop across the road. It looked no different than it had two days earlier. The “Grand Opening” banner waved towards me in the light breeze. I double-checked my saddlebag for my list and my pouch of bits, then stepped out into the road.
When I opened the door, the little bell jingled again, and I flinched even though I knew it was there. I froze in the threshold, stunned to see Spring Glory sitting at the register counter with her face in her hooves.
She’s crying, I realized.
She looked up at my startled face. “Oh, dear. I’m so sorry about this,” she quietly sobbed.
I could see the tears in her eyes, and I began to panic. I took a step back, wishing I’d never returned.
“Wait!” She shouted. “Please, don’t go.”
Though I intended to run away, my hooves led me further into the shop. Not knowing what I was doing, I said nothing. She wiped away her tears and smiled at me.
“You came back,” she said. “I wasn’t sure if you really would. Thank you for coming back.”
After a long moment of hesitation, I nodded nervously. She looked as if she expected me to say something uplifting. I tried to speak, but all that came out was an unusual mix of sounds. I cut myself off and caught my breath.
“I came by... I just wanted to... Um... If now’s not a good... Should I come back later?” I cursed my timid nature, wishing I could speak steadily rather than ramble like an idiot.
She gave me a quizzical look and, to my surprise, giggled a little. “You don’t get out much, do you?” she asked.
I was frightened that she could see right through me. Usually, everypony literally saw right through me; I’m invisible to them by my own design. At this point, I had no defenses left.
“Well... no... I don’t,” I murmured.
“It’s okay. You don’t have to explain anything to me. I won’t judge you or anypony else,” she said. “So... what brought you back?”
“I made a list of things I need... I wanted to see you― uh, if you have what I need.” I fumbled around with my bag for a moment, then set the list on the counter for her to see. She looked at it, then back at me.
“Heart’s Desire? What do you need that for?” she asked.
My heard nearly stopped. “Huh?”
“Right here, you wrote Heart’s Desire. See?” She showed me the list, and there it was, hastily scribbled at the bottom of the list.
“But― uh, I... must have made a mistake. I didn’t mean to write that,” I said.
She looked at me disbelievingly; she knew something was up, but she didn’t seem willing to press any further. “Well, I have everything you need. Just a moment.” She went into the back room to gather my requests.
I can’t believe I was that stupid, I thought. I wrote Heart’s Desire?
She returned with everything I needed and set it all on the counter. “Will that be all?”
“Yes.”
“It’ll be ten bits― oh, let me get you a bag.” She trotted into the back room again as I fished ten bits out of my bag. When she came back, she seemed slightly different―excited, perhaps, but I couldn’t quite tell for sure.
“Thank you,” I said.
“And thank you, Mr....?”
“Arc... My name is Archaic Smile.”
“Thank you, Archaic Smile.” She smiled at me again; she looked the complete opposite of how she had when I first arrived, almost as if I had brightened up her day. I feebly tried to match her beautiful smile, then turned to go.
“Oh, wait, there’s one more thing,” she said.
I turned. “Yes..?”
“Well... You were my first customer. You still are, actually. Nopony else came in before you did... and nopony has come since. They’ve only looked in through the windows, but they never come in. That’s why I was so upset when you came in,” she said. “I think it’s that pony Roseluck’s shop on the other side of town... I don’t blame anypony, though. It seems everypony knows everypony around here, and they’re only keeping loyal to what they already know they can trust.”
“Oh... I’m sorry,” I said.
“No, no, you mustn’t be. I’m very thankful you came. But... why did you come? Don’t you trust anypony?”
“Well... no... not yet.”
“Yet?”
“Yet.”
“Hm. Okay. Thank you, Archaic Smile.”
“You’re welcome.”
“I hope I’ll see you around.”
“Uh... Yeah.”
Me too, I thought as I left the building. During the entire flight back home I was wondering what had happened back there. Eventually, I decided it was best not to dwell on it.
There were a few hours of daylight left when I got back, so I thought I could start working on rejuvenating my garden. I pulled the paper bag out of my saddlebag and poured the contents out onto a table. When the last item fell out, I froze in place. On top of the pile of herbs, flowers, and seeds was Heart’s Desire.
I sat there for what felt like minutes but was really hours, staring at the beautiful flower. My mind was so overwhelmed it felt empty, and I only noticed how much time had passed when it became too dark to discern the intimate details of the beautiful, reddish petals. I searched my gardening shed for a small pot for the Heart’s Desire, and once I had the flower resting cozily in a bed of rich soil I set it on the work desk in my bedroom. After untying my scarf and hopping into bed, I laid staring at the flower across from me.
Why did she give it to me? I wondered. It doesn’t mean anything, does it? No... Of course not. It can’t. It might have been an accident. Perhaps it was a simple act of thanks... Yes, that’s it... she must have been thanking me...
I rolled over in my bed, and turned out the light. It felt late, and I needed to rest after such a nerve-wracking day.
I’ll just... take it back... tomorrow... give it back... later...
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When I awoke, the morning had already grown old. Through the window I could see the clear, blue sky and Celestia’s radiant sun hanging high above the horizon. I picked up the Heart’s Desire and took it into the kitchen, where I had a small breakfast. As I ate, I studied the flower.
I’ll take it back later.
I looked out the window again and saw the mail pegasus, Derpy Hooves, fumbling with her messenger bag. She was squinting, as if trying to focus on something very small; eventually, she located a letter and slipped it into in my mailbox. I curiously watched as she pulled a small muffin out from her bag and took flight, smiling for no apparent reason.
If only I could face the world like she does, I thought, maybe then I’d be somepony to everypony. I wish I could be that brave.
I went out to see who had sent the letter, hoping it wouldn’t be another commission request. The last thing I wanted was another project to work on, since I’d just recently finished the last one. As I pulled the letter out of my mailbox, I felt something crumple under my hoof, and I looked down to find another letter.
Derpy must have dropped it... I wonder who it’s for.
I picked up the envelope and saw that it was addressed to Spring Glory. My heart nearly skipped a beat at the thought of her, and I rushed inside where I felt less vulnerable. I brushed the dirt off of the letter, set it under the Heart’s Desire, and sat to catch my breath. After a moment, I opened my own letter; inside the envelope was a very formal letter requesting a sculpture for Mr. Jet Set―no doubt a high society pony―to be displayed at his garden party. I was relieved to see that the letter included specifications such as material, size, and a deadline; it may not have been much to go on, but it was certainly more to go by than for some of my previous commissions. Folded into the letter was a down payment check for fifty bits.
I sighed and took the letter to my work desk, blew off some old wood shavings, and pulled out some parchment. According to Mr. Jet Set, this piece was “of the utmost importance, for it shall be the centerpiece of the garden,” and I had about three weeks to complete it. I wrote a brief letter of acknowledgement and set it aside for later, then began sketching various ideas for a small statue suitable for a garden party. Each sketch I scrapped and each scrapping kindled my frustration. Eventually, I was staring blankly at the wooden patterns on the desk, unable to continue.
“Ponyfeathers!”
I left the desk and stood gazing out through window again. The view of Ponyville was as fantastic as ever from my hilltop house; I could make out very vague figures of flying pegasi, earth ponies, and unicorns going about their usual business. For a short while I stood fixed on Ponyville and its denizens, wondering how it would feel to be a part of its society.
I turned from the window and saw the Heart’s Desire glowing in the sunlight. The velvety petals swayed in the breeze coming through the window; the flower looked eerily like a beating heart, lethargically pulsing to provide life for Celestia knows what. I found my saddlebag and gathered Spring Glory’s letter, my letter to Jet Set, the down payment check, and finally the Heart’s Desire. I quickly flew up to my room and retrieved my scarf, wrapping it securely around my neck. As I was leaving the room I caught a glimpse of myself in the small mirror near my bed and saw the strained, frustrated expression on my face. I stopped in front of the mirror, feeling a bit uneasy.
Sweet Celestia... I look so frazzled and disoriented. I frowned at myself, which only made things worse. I need to relax.
I trotted down to the kitchen and set everything on the table, then started running the warm water in the bathtub upstairs. I hopped in, and once it was full of warm, steaming water I stretched my wings out, took a deep breath, and submerged myself under the soothing water. After a moment, I rose from beneath the surface and leaned comfortably against the side of the tub. As the warmth seeped into my body I could feel the tension in my muscles release and my headache fade away.
I nearly dozed off, but the water began to cool so I pulled out the stopper and let the water drain, flushing away my ailments. I leaped out of the tub and dashed out to my backyard, where I flew high into the sky as fast as I could. Then, I let myself freefall, skydiving down towards my garden, and pulled up before I came to close to the ground. I repeated this twice more, and when I landed I felt dry and rejuvenated. I went back inside and flew up to my room, where I quickly combed my mane back. I stopped in front of the mirror again, and was relieved to see no sign of frustration or discontent.
I went back down and tied my scarf in its place. As I was double checking my saddlebag and its contents, a sudden knocking on my door nearly startled the life out of me. I reluctantly walked to the door and opened it, where I was startled yet again. Standing before me were two Royal Guards of Canterlot, tall and intimidating.
“H-how... may I help you... uh, sirs?” I muttered.
“We’ve come to inform you that the Princess’ royal pet has gone missing,” said the broader of the two. “Should you happen to see the royal pet, please report to us immediately.” He held up a drawing of a rather ill-looking bird of some sort. I stared blankly at the picture, then at the two guards.
“The Princess... is here? Today? Right now?” I asked.
“Yes,” said the other guard. “The Princess attended the brunch party at Sugarcube Corner today. The royal pet, Philomena, disappeared just after the party was cut short by her highness’ royal duties with the mayor of Ponyville.”
“Oh... I didn’t realize. If I find anything... I’ll be sure to let you know right away,” I said.
“Thank you for your cooperation, sir.” They turned and headed down the hill while I was immobilized.
Princess Celestia... is here...
I somehow managed to find my hooves again, and I shut the door and sat at the kitchen table. My mind was hazy and disconnected, and I muttered a few garbled sounds.
I can’t... I can’t go out now... not now...
My saddlebag was still on the table, and I could see a few of the petals of the Heart’s Desire. I pulled the flower out of my bag and held it firmly in my hooves. I could smell it’s sweet, yet bitter fragrance; it’s said that Heart’s Desire smells different to each pony, unique to his or her individual attractions, but the theory hasn’t been proven yet since nopony can actually describe exactly what they smell. I’ve always had the notion that the scent of Heart’s Desire changes with each individual pony as his or her personality changes over time. The various flowers, fresh air, and soil I smelled brought Spring Glory to my mind, but this time my heart didn’t flutter and I wasn’t surprised.
I have to go.
Hesitantly, I flung my saddlebag over my neck and carefully set the Heart’s Desire within it. I opened the door and stepped outside, gazing down on Ponyville. Then, after a moment of self-doubt, I took to the air and glided down towards the small town.
I kept to the clouds high above Ponyville, searching for signs of the Princess, her guards, or anypony else I didn’t want to encounter. After dropping off my letter to Jet Set at Derpy Deliveries and receiving my fifty bits from the bank quickly and quietly, I took to the alleys, weaving my way towards Spring’s Glories.
As I was trotting I heard a rumbling ruckus, so I peered out to see what the commotion was. The librarian, Twilight Sparkle, and the creature caretaker, Fluttershy, were chasing that very odd looking bird the guards had informed me about. I only saw them for a second before they frantically dashed out of my sight after the bird.
I suppose they have it handled, I thought. No need to notify those guards.
I continued on my way, stealthily and cautiously, until I was once more across from Spring’s Glories. After a deep breath, I casually walked to the store only to find the door locked.
I wonder if she’s in there. Maybe I should knock. Or... I could leave the flower here by the door...
I sighed and took the Heart’s Desire out of my saddlebag. It swayed provokingly in the weak breeze. After dismissing the thought of knocking, I set the flower down where Spring Glory would notice it. I figured it would be best if I didn’t give myself the opportunity to embarrass myself again. When I turned to fly away, though, there she was, smiling as brightly as ever.
“Hi!” she said excitedly. “You haven’t been waiting here all morning, have you?”
After a seemingly long and dreadful moment of hesitation and doubt, I managed to gather my wits, and tried to dispel my awkwardness by clearing my throat.
“No, I... I just arrived,” I said.
“Sorry if I startled you,” she giggled. “Why don’t you come in?” She unlocked the door with magic, to my surprise.
“I thought... Aren’t magical locks only used for... high-security places? Like... banks?”I asked. To my dismay, she hesitated, and I envisioned the entire conversation crumbling because of my foolish question. “I, um... I don’t mean to pry.”
“No, no, it’s okay,” she said. “Old habit. Business in the big cities is... different.”
“Oh... right,” I murmured.
She opened the door and stepped inside, and I took the opportunity to carefully stuff the Heart’s Desire―which I had conveniently been standing in front of―back into my saddlebag. I followed her in, praying I wouldn’t panic again.
“So, Archaic Smile, what brings you back?” she asked, turning to face me. By the look in her eyes, she seemed to be expecting something of me.
“I... brought this back.” I pulled the wrapped flower out of my bag again and set it down. “You see, I... I know it was on my list, but I don’t... I don’t really need it for anything.”
“...Oh.”In an instant, she had deflated.
“I, uh... appreciate the gesture, but―”
“It was a gift,” she said.
“Yes, I... I know. I appreciate the thanking―”
“No... it’s a gift,” she emphasized.
I stared at her blankly as I began understanding. A part of me had guessed that the flower meant something more, but it was too outlandish of an idea for me to accept. Ponies don’t give me gifts, let alone anything even remotely romantic. This unicorn, though, had done what nopony else would, and I wondered if she felt as lonely as I always have. I couldn’t bear the look of disappointment in her eyes.
She took the flower and set it on a counter. “I’m sorry, Archaic Smile. I shouldn’t have... I’m sorry if I’ve imposed. I thought that you might like―”
“Park?” I asked.
“Pardon?” she said, puzzled.
“Um... We could... walk in the park, if you’d like to,” I murmured.
“Oh, well... I would love to. But... I’d hate to make you uncomfortable,” she said.
“Oh, no... It’s... I’ll be fine. You needn’t worry about me.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. I’m just... just shy, that’s all.”
“Just shy,” she agreed. “It’s cute.”
My heart was a jackhammer in my chest; she was really giving me a chance despite my obvious social ineptness. I could barely believe it, but she was genuinely interested in me.
“Um... So, when shall we go?” I asked.
“I have a few things to do here,” she said. “I’m expecting quite a few ponies to come soon, so you may not want to stay... Why don’t you meet me here an hour before sunset? That’s when I’ll be closing the shop.”
“Yes... I can be here then,” I said.
“It’s a date, then.” She smiled, forcing me to blush.
“Well... I’d best be on my way... before all those ponies arrive.”
“Don’t forget this,” she said, gesturing towards the Heart’s Desire. She picked it up and took the liberty of slipping it back into my saddlebag, which I was still wearing. The closeness made me nervous, but I was able to remain still without fidgeting.
“Thank you. I’ll see you later, Spring Glory,” I said. Our eyes locked for a brief moment, and she blushed a little.
“See you later, Archaic Smile.”
I left the building and took to the skies, humming a tune to myself.
The unicorn had been pacing and prancing to and fro in her shop since her new date, Archaic Smile the pegasus, had left. In less than an hour she had questioned her goals and motives; she had not planned on meeting somepony that might become special to her during her stay in Ponyville. The thought hadn’t even crossed her mind, and though she was anxious she was also very excited.
I haven’t had a coltfriend since school, she thought. Why bother now?
She ceased her pacing and peered out the shop’s front windows, looking for nothing in particular. It was a warm, sunny day seemingly as relaxed and cheerful as ever.
Certainly nice for a walk in the park... especially at sunset. He’ll be here, then. She sighed and resumed pacing. In a few hours... I’ll close the shop early so I can get ready.
In the following two hours she thought endlessly about her plans for that night. A few curious ponies came to the shop to introduce themselves and browse, and she took the opportunity to strike up a casual conversation with a fashionable-looking mare.
“You’re outfit is adorable,” she said. “I haven’t had a chance to go shopping since I settled in. May I ask where you buy your outfits?”
“Oh, thank you! I go to Rarity’s Boutique. She always has the latest trends. She’s quite popular in Canterlot, too,” said the mare. “You can find everything you need there, I’m sure. Would you like directions?”
―*―
Upon arriving back home I immediately put the Heart’s Desire in a pot more suitable for decoration and sprinkled a bit of water on the delicate flower. I set it on the work desk in my room, where it seemed to radiate an atmosphere of warmth and joy in the sunlight. I realized I was still humming to myself; it was the melody from the old, classic song Hearts ‘n’ Hooves, named after the holiday.
I have a date tonight, I thought. It’s so surreal.
I had a few snacks and sat at the kitchen table wondering how to kill the remaining hours I had before meeting Spring Glory. I settled with tending to my garden for some time, and then I stared at blank sheets on my desk for a half hour before giving up once more. Eventually, I ended up sitting on my bed while staring out a window towards the Everfree Forest. I idly thought about everything that had happened in the past few days.
I never thought something like this could happen. We don’t really know each other yet, though... It could still fall apart at any moment, I thought. I’d hate for that to happen. I’m so tired of being alone...
―*―
Shortly after receiving directions and thanking the mare, Spring Glory closed her shop and headed to Rarity’s Boutique. When she stepped inside she was stunned by the display of vibrant dresses, saddles, bags, and other attire. The mare she had spoken with was right; everything she would need was in this boutique.
Oh my... What should I wear? It mustn’t be too formal...
She spotted a very graceful unicorn sifting through a rack of dresses, who then looked up at her and smiled.
“Oh, hello, my dear!” the mare said. “Are you the unicorn who just moved into town? I’m Rarity. It’s a pleasure to meet you!”
“Nice to meet you, too. You’ve heard of me?” asked Spring Glory.
“It’s a small town we live in, darling,” said Rarity. “Forgive me, but I don’t know your name.”
“Oh― I’m Spring Glory.”
“Well, Spring Glory, what brings you here? Are you searching for a new, fabulous ensemble? You’d look beautiful in many of my dresses, and―”
“Actually,” interrupted Spring Glory, “I’m looking for something more... casual. Something you could wear for... a walk in the park, for example.”
“Hmm...” Rarity examined Spring Glory with intense scrutiny for a short while, and then her eyes lit up. “I know exactly what you need! Wait here just one moment.”
After disappearing behind rows of outfits, Rarity returned with a bright yellow saddle decorated with pale frills; it was clearly hoofmade, and it was very well crafted, with subtle patterns etched into it.
“You’ll look absolutely amazing in this,” said Rarity.
“It’s... very pretty, but... it looks a bit fancy, don’t you think?” asked Spring Glory.
“You must trust me, my dear. Now, go try it on!”
She looks so eager for me to try it on, thought Spring Glory. “Well... okay.”
She took the saddle and stepped into the dressing room. After slipping through the straps and tightening them, she looked in the large mirror.
Wow, she thought. I do look quite dazzling in this... but it seems too fancy for a stroll in the park. She remembered what the mare who had come to her shop earlier had said. But if Rarity really is that popular, then I should probably take her word... Yes. It’s different here in Ponyville. I just have to get used to it.
“Do you like it?” Rarity shouted over the door. Still wearing the saddle, Spring Glory shyly stepped out. “Oh, you look gorgeous! Don’t you think so?”
“Well... yes, you’re right. It’s very beautiful,” said Spring Glory. “How much is it?”
“Darling,” Rarity laughed, “fabulosity like this is priceless! Consider it a welcoming gift.”
“Oh, but... are you sure?”
“Yes, of course! I want you to have it.”
“Well... in that case, thank you so much. This is so generous of you.”
“It’s nothing,” Rarity said. “If you don’t mind, may I ask what the occasion is?”
“I’m... meeting somepony this afternoon,” said Spring Glory. “He’s a friend. We’re going for a walk in the park.”
“Oooh, well, then I won’t keep you waiting! Go on, go meet your friend!” Rarity ushered Spring Glory to the door.
“Okay... Thank you again for this beautiful saddle.”
Rarity smiled brightly.“You must come back and tell me about your date.” She winked and went to attend to her dresses, leaving Spring Glory by the door.
Can’t hide anything from her, she thought as she left the boutique. She’s so kind, though. She smiled and headed back to her shop, excited about the upcoming night.
―*―
I rolled off of my bed and looked in the mirror. I combed my scruffy mane for a while, only satisfied when it was raked back as smoothly as possible. After briefly looking into my dusty, near-empty wardrobe, I decided to stick with my scarf. I scrubbed my teeth and nibbled on a few mints while I waited for the clock to strike six―an hour before sunset. I sat at the table and watched the clockhands tick by while restlessly tapping the table with my hoof.
I sighed. This is taking so long... I’m only getting more nervous by waiting like this. Perhaps I should go now. I stood and walked towards the door. It doesn’t hurt to be a bit early.
I glided to down into Ponyville, lazily riding on the air currents. When Spring’s Glories was in sight, I spiraled down towards the shop. I checked the door, but it was locked again, so I decided to sit on a nearby bench. A few passerby ponies looked at me curiously, and some even seemed surprised to see me out and about.
I don’t feel very nervous being out in public right now, I noticed. This must seem as unusual to everypony else as it does to me.
I almost dozed off until I was startled by a little pegasus filly who poked my side. “Excuse me, mister,” she said. “Aren’t you the sculptor who lives around here?”
This surprised me, and I stared at her a moment before responding. “You... know about me?” I asked.
“Yeah! I’ve seen your statues around. They’re cool!”
“Oh... thank you.”
“You think you could show me how to make a statue like yours?”
“Well... I don’t know,” I said. “Statues like those take time to complete... and I’ve never taught anypony before...”
“That’s okay! I’ll do anything to get my cutie mark!” she exclaimed, turning to show me her lack of a cutie mark. Her eager eyes were too hopeful to resist.
“I can’t right now, but... I think I’ll be around. Ask me another time, and I’ll see what I can teach you.”
Another two fillies showed up, then. “Scootaloo, we’ve been looking everywhere for you!” one said. “We’re going to try zip lining today, remember? C’mon!”
“Oh, right!” said the one named Scootaloo. “Thanks, mister!” She ran off with her fillyfriends. “Guess who I just talked to?” I thought heard her say. I watched them dash off into the distance, puzzled by the whole interaction.
“Who was that?”
I turned to see Spring Glory standing next to me, and I nearly lost my heart as it tried to explode out of my chest.
“Honestly... I don’t know,” I answered.
“Kids,” she remarked with a smirk. “I didn’t expect you’d be here so soon.”
“Well... I just couldn’t wait any longer,” I said, only realizing the romantic sound of my reply after I’d said it.
She blushed. “That’s very sweet,” she said. “I need to run into the shop and get something. I’ll just be a moment, then we can be on our way.”
When she turned I saw the brilliant saddle she was wearing; it was a very smooth yellow and it had light yellow frills flowing out of it. There were thin, intricate designs on the saddle that brought an intriguing depth into it.
Sweet Celestia, I thought. She’s beautiful.
I stood by the door as I waited, and I began worrying about what I would say to her. I had it in my mind that the night would either go very well or go very terribly.
Don’t panic. You can’t, now that you’re here. Just... be normal, I told myself. She’s just very pretty... no reason to panic...
When she returned, she had a pale yellow flower in her mane, complimenting the beautiful saddle. “All set,” she said. “I’m not sure where the park is, so you’ll have to lead the way.”
“Oh... of course. It’s this way,” I said, and we began walking.
“Archaic Smile?”
“Um... Yes?”
“Thank you for asking me out tonight. It’s nice to spend time with somepony,” she said, and I noticed her scoot a bit closer to me as we walked.
“Don’t thank me yet... tonight’s not over,” I said.
While we walked together, I noticed again the surprised expressions on ponies’ faces as they saw me. It unnerved me, the way they seemed to recognize me, and I wondered what might be going through their minds.
Do they know who I am, like that filly did?
I glanced back at Spring Glory and saw that she was looking at me, too, but not like the other ponies were; it seemed almost like she was admiring something about me. I smiled, feeling a bit embarrassed, fumbling over what to say.
“So... what brought you to Ponyville?” I asked. “It must have been a big decision.”
“I needed a change. City life was okay, but I realized it wasn’t what I wanted to settle down with,” she said. “What about you? Is Ponyville your hometown?”
“No, I... I was born in Canterlot. I didn’t exactly... f-fit in. About four years ago, I decided to come here to get away from the high society.”
“Really? I was born in Canterlot, too!” she said excitedly, and I had the impression she was glad we had common roots. “My family still lives there, and I visit every so often. I love seeing the castle. It’s just so grand.”
“I haven’t been back since I left,” I said. “You’re right, though; it’s impossible to forget the castle view.”
“What about your family?” she asked.
“They’re... not around. My folks are an odd couple of ponies... When I left, they decided to travel the world. They send letters every year, though. Last I heard, they were visiting Saddle Arabia.”
“You didn’t want to go with them?”
“No... Like you said the other day, I don’t get out m-much.”
“That doesn’t make you anything less than the rest of us,” she said.
I wasn’t sure how to respond to her comment, so we continued our journey to the park silently. When we arrived, I was relieved to see very few ponies around. “Here we are,” I said.
“Oh, it’s so pretty here,” she marveled. “Come on, I want to find a nice spot to watch the sunset!”
I watched her gallop from hilltop to hilltop, searching for the perfect view. I took my time to catch up to take a few deep breaths and relax a little. I found her sitting under a tree on a high hilltop facing the sun, which was wedged in the sky between the mountains in the distance. Her floral coat glimmered in the light even under the shade of the tree; I felt like I was gazing at a beautiful painting.
“Are you alright?” she asked me as I approached. “You look a bit... distant.”
“I-I’m just wondering... if I’m going to wake up any m-minute now,” I said.
“Oh, don’t be silly,” she laughed. “Do you think this is a nice spot?”
“It’s perfect,” I replied. “You know, I used to come out here when I first moved to Ponyville. There’s a place near here, up in the mountains, where you can see rays of sunlight shine through the cliffs when the weather is right. I would fly up there if I needed a little escape.”
“I’d like to see that, someday,” she said.
Our eyes locked, and we each blushed. I sat next to her, and we watched the sun creep down towards the horizon.
“I really enjoy spending time with you,” she said. “You’re an interesting pony, Archaic Smile.”
It was only then that I realized how comfortable I felt with her, as if every mental barrier simply faded away into insignificance. In the past few days, I’d slowly become less uncomfortable in the world―travelling through Ponyville, appearing in public, and speaking with ponies like Scootaloo and, most of all, Spring Glory, had become much easier right under my nose. I glanced at Spring Glory, and I immediately recognized that I had found a real friend―my first real friend.
“I enjoy your c-company as well, Spring Glory,” I said. “I... I’ve been alone as long as I can remember. I never knew how great it felt to have a friend.”
“You’re not the only one,” she responded.
I stole another glance towards her, and I caught her shivering. Under all my feathers, I hadn’t noticed the temperature drop. I thought about giving her my scarf―a very sentimental possession of mine―and then pulled it from my neck and tossed it over her shoulders.
“I think you need this more than I do,” I said.
She stared at me again with that look of admiration―I still couldn’t quite put my hoof on it―and scooted closer to me so that we were shoulder-to-shoulder. She then took the scarf, tied it around both our necks, and leaned comfortably against my side. I was startled beyond explication, not by her actions, but because the knot in my chest was not a fearful one.
“I suppose friendship goes a long way,” I murmured.
“Mhmm,” she responded.
We sat with each other quietly, and I felt freed from all my worries and fears as we watched Celestia’s Star slide closer to the horizon. The sky began changing as various colors saturated the atmosphere and trickled upwards like wet watercolors. Shortly, Luna’s Moon rose from another direction, challenging the sunlight’s bruised hues, bleeding diluted shades of smooth darkness that crept across the sky like vines. When the sunlight was all but gone, Spring Glory nudged my shoulder.
“That was very beautiful. Thank you, Archaic Smile.”
By unspoken consent, we stood and headed back through Ponyville, still bound by the scarf. I noticed there were more ponies about than usual, but I cared not, for Spring Glory had rekindled a confidence in me that I hadn’t felt in years. When we were close to her shop, she suddenly stopped and gasped.
“Is that... Princess Celestia?”
My eyes shot to where Spring Glory was pointing, and there was Princess Celestia, just like she had said. The Princess stood tall with a fantastical phoenix perched on her back, and she seemed to glow faintly in the night light. She was waiting by a carriage while her guards prepared to fly her back to Canterlot Castle.
“It is! Oh, I’ve always dreamed of meeting the Princess,” Spring Glory exclaimed. “Come on, we have to hurry!”
She tugged on the scarf, and I reluctantly trotted beside her towards the Princess, who noticed us coming.
“Hello, my little ponies,” said the Princess.
“Excuse us interrupting, Princess Celestia,” said Spring Glory. “I’m sure you get this often, but I’ve always wanted to meet you in person.”
“I always enjoy meeting my subjects,” the Princess remarked. “What are your names, young ones?”
“I’m Spring Glory.” They each looked at me, then, where I stood fixed in place like one of my statues.
“I... I-I’m... Arc...Archaic S-Smile,” I stuttered.
The Princess smiled kindly at us. “I’m afraid I must return to Canterlot now, but it was a pleasure meeting you both,” she said.
“Oh, no, the honor is ours, Princess!” Spring Glory said.
The Princess looked at me again. “You needn’t be afraid any longer, young sculptor.”
I stared blankly at her, shocked beyond emotion. She smiled again and stepped into her carriage.
“Farewell, my little lovebirds, and may we meet again” she said. Then, her guards took off, and she was gone.
“Sculptor?” Spring Glory inquired. She frowned when I didn’t respond, but I didn’t even notice. “Hey,” she said, poking me.
“What?” I said, returning from my shocked state.
“What did she mean?”
“It... It’s nothing.”
She studied me for a moment before nodding. “Okay.”
When we arrived at Spring Glory’s shop, I slipped out of the scarf and tightened it securely around her neck. She smiled, and I returned the gesture, but I could tell she wasn’t convinced about what I’d said.
“I suppose I owe you an explanation,” I said.
“No, you don’t have―”
“It’s okay. I want to.” I relaxed with a deep breath before starting. “In Canterlot, when I was little, my mother told me I should go to the Summer Sun Celebration. She refused to accompany me, though; she said it would be a valuable experience for me if I w-went alone. So... I went, even though I didn’t want to. It was... terrible, honestly. I felt so c-claustrophobic in the huge crowds of ponies.” I paused, saw Spring Glory watching me curiously, and sighed. “As the Princess walked by, she looked at me and stopped. She smiled and asked me for my name, just like she did tonight, but... I ran away. I was so f-frightened, what with the crowd, and I couldn’t understand why the Princess had singled me out. Ever since then, I’ve been afraid of anypony royal... I know it’s ridiculous, but I can’t get past it. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. You’re just shy, remember? Nothing to fret about,” Spring Glory said optimistically.
“I suppose.” I smiled, trying to reassure her.
“I won’t keep you waiting, if you’d like to go home.”
“I think I’d like that... a little rest, and I’ll be able to sort this out.”
“I had a lovely time tonight,” she said, jumping towards me for a hug. I loosened the scarf around her neck a tiny bit, and stepped towards the door.
“I wouldn’t have missed the occasion for the world,” I said. I passed the threshold and took off for home, suddenly feeling very weary. When I arrived, I immediately hopped into bed and quickly drifted off into a series of very odd dreams.
I awoke early the next morning feeling very well-rested, and after stretching I had an unusually satisfying breakfast. Then, I remembered what Princess Celestia had said during our encounter the previous night.
“You needn’t be afraid any longer, young sculptor,” she had said to me.
What did she mean? I wondered. Could she have remembered me?
Even if she had, it didn’t make much sense. I had a gut feeling that there was something more to it. To my frustration, the only answers I had were more questions.
How could she know my profession? Why would she even remember me in the first place? What the hay did she mean?
I sighed and decided was pointless to fret about it; nopony other than the Princess herself could answer my inquiries. To clear my mind, I took a stroll through the Everfree Forest; the other-worldly nature of the woods drew my thoughts away from all else. It was odd to be without my scarf, though. It was also unusually freeing. I remembered the strange night it had been given to me, and a nostalgic curiosity resurfaced in my mind as I walked.
-*-
“Goodnight, Ser Arc.”
Almost immediately after his mother closed the door to his room, young Archaic Smile silently slipped out the window into the cool night air of Canterlot and climbed to the roof of his family’s estate. He stepped to the edge and peered down at the ground; because of his acrophobia, he felt a bit woozy staring at the pavement below.
I can do this, he thought. I practiced. I exercised. I can fly!
He stepped back several paces and attempted to calm his racing heart and mind with a series of deep breaths and wing-stretches. Despite his efforts, he still felt nervous, but he knew he just had to jump; the embarrassment of being the final pegasus in his age group to learn how to fly weighed on his shoulders. It was the negative attention of his peers that he feared the most, though.
Before his nerves took a hold of him, Archaic Smile sprinted to the edge and leaped into the moonlight. Reflexively, his wings snapped out, and he flapped and flapped as hard and fast as his muscles would allow. Before he knew it, he was rising above the Smiles’ estate.
I... I did it, he realized. I’m flying!
He gawkily glided back down to the roof, lest his stamina fail. Upon landing, his breathing was heavy, and he was more exhilarated than ever before. He singled out the nearest adjacent roof and ran for it, leaping in to the air and flapping again. He stumbled through the air, almost falling, but managed to catch himself. The landing was hard, but he kept his balance. This roof-hopping continued for some time, each landing becoming softer and steadier than the last.
When he finally decided it was time to return home, though, his exhilaration turned to dread, for he was lost. He flew from roof to roof searching for something familiar in the dim moonlight, until a shingle broke beneath his hoof and he slipped, falling onto his side. He slid down the roof, scrapping his wing on the tiles, and plummeted down towards the ground where he landed on the same side again, crumpling his wing.
The pain was so much that he couldn’t even utter a cry for help, and he laid motionless in silence. Through his aching daze, Archaic Smile saw four hooves moving towards him. He opened his mouth to call for help, but nothing came out.
“Hush, little one.” The voice was feminine and majestic. “Can you stand?”
Archaic Smile slowly and unsteadily rose to his hooves, and saw a tall, hooded, cloaked figure looming over him. Too frightened to move, he gaped at it in horror.
“Do not be afraid, young pegasus,” said the hooded mare. “I am here to help you. Let me examine your wing.” A white horn protruding from the figure’s hood sparked with yellow magic that enveloped Archaic Smile’s smashed wing. The pain worsened for a moment, then all but vanished in an instant. “I have healed most of the damage, but you will need rest.”
“Th... Th-Thank y-you,” Archaic Smile said.
“You would do well to watch where you land, little one.” The shrouded mare retrieved a long strip of grey, silky cloth from a saddlebag and draped it over Archaic Smile’s neck. “Take this. You should return to your home, now. Farewell.”
“W-wait! I... I’m l-lost.”
“Trust your instincts, young pegasus, and you will never lose your way.” The mare turned away and faded beneath the shadows of the night.
When little Archaic Smile woke the next morning, he was warm and cozy under his own blankets. He rolled out of bed and looked at Canterlot Castle through the window.
It... was just a dream, he thought with a sigh.
He remained at the window until his mother called him for breakfast, and when he went to open the door he noticed something hanging on the doorknob.
It’s a scarf... a grey scarf... I wasn’t dreaming!
Archaic Smile took the scarf and tied it securely around his neck, and after flexing his left wing without feeling even the least bit of pain, he climbed onto his bed and bounced into the air, where he was able to remain without falling to the floor.
“Mother!” he shouted, flying out of his room. “Mother, I can fly!”
-*-
“That’s where it came from,” I said.
After walking through the forest, I had flown over to Spring Glory’s shop again. We’d exchanged hugs, and the first thing she’d asked me was, “Would you like to take your scarf back?” Since I’d been thinking about it in the forest, I had told her the story of how I received it.
“I don’t understand,” she said. “Who was the mare?”
“I... don’t know. I never found out,” I answered. “It’s peculiar, though; last night, the Princess reminded me of that strange mare.”
“What if the Princess was that strange mare?”
“W-what? You’re suggesting that the Princess fixed my broken wing when I was just a little colt horsing around at night? That’s... ridiculous.”
“You never know. She did seem to know you, Archaic Smile. I wouldn’t underestimate Princess Celestia,” she stated. “Anyway, it’s just a thought.”
“Mhmm...” I was drifting off; the memory of the mysterious unicorn who had healed my wing was fresh in my mind again. “Hey... there’s something I want to show you. May I?” I asked, gesturing at the scarf.
She handed it to me and I took it over to the window. I lifted it into the sunlight, stretching it out wide, and the fabric glimmered almost like a stained glass window, casting a puddle of patterns onto the floor.
“What is it?” Spring Glory asked, a slight tone of awe in her voice.
“I’m not sure,” I said. “Even my parents couldn’t tell me... and they’ve seen everything.”
“It’s beautiful.”
“And indestructible, as far as I can tell. It’s been through a lot,” I said. “I... I’d like you to have it, Spring Glory.”
“Really?” she exclaimed, surprised. “Are you sure?”
I hesitated. “I... I trust you.”
“Oh, my... Thank you.” She took it and hugged me. “So... your mother called you Ser Arc?”
“W-well, yes... She still does,” I murmured. “Mothers do love embarrassing their children, I suppose. Mine especially... When I was little, I enjoyed tales and legends of the Royal Knights of Canterlot. My mother would pretend to be the evil, mythical creature, and I the noble knight. Sometimes, my father would even join in.”
“That’s adorable,” she giggled. “Your parents sound like a nice couple of ponies.”
“They can be,” I said.
“So,” she said dragging the word out. “Ser Arc is a cute nickname.”
“Uh...”
“I won’t use it if you ask me not to,” she pouted jokingly.
“I-I... I suppose it’s okay,” I said. “Just... Not in public, okay?”
She giggled excitedly. “Alright... Ser Arc.”
I could feel myself wildly blushing. “I’ll never hear the end of this, will I?”
“Maybe, maybe not.”
“What about you?”I asked.
“What do you mean?”
“It would only be fair if I had a nickname for you,” I encouraged. “Don’t you agree?”
“Oh... Nopony has ever given me a nickname,” she said.
“Hmm... Well... How about Glory?” I suggested.
“Just Glory? That’s not much of a nickname.”
“It’s simple, I know... It’s still very pretty, though,” I said. “L-like you.”
“Aww, that’s so sweet of you. Thank you,” she said, nuzzling against me. “Would you like to join me for lunch, Ser Arc?”
“So, Arc,” Spring Glory said, “you’re a sculptor? That’s what the Princess said.”
Spring Glory and I had just finished a quick lunch, and since the afternoon was still young, I’d proposed that we walk around town for a while. I felt unusual being out and about so much, especially with Spring Glory—a friend— but everything had been happening so quickly that I’d hardly had time to process it all.
“Indeed she did,” I affirmed, embarrassed. “I’ve no clue how she knew, but... I am a sculptor.”
“Ooh, I’d love to see your work,” Spring Glory suggested.
“W-well, I do private commissions, mostly. Almost all of my work is in Canterlot, with my clients.”
“Canterlot? You must be very skilled.”
“Perhaps. I learned the trade there, so I had to be skilled,” I said. “B-by Canterlot’s standards, at least.”
“What do you mean?”
“Trends come and go in Canterlot. If one wealthy pony likes something, they all do,” I explained. “All I had to do was make my work flashy and expensive enough to get noticed. After that, I simply fulfilled the requests that followed.”
“So none of it was genuine?”
“N-not entirely... I was trying to save my profits,” I said. “I wanted to come to Ponyville, where my life could be quieter.”
“I see.”
“After I had enough, I moved here right away. I’m not rich, but I certainly have had enough savings for myself... I’m just one pony, after all.”
“Being a single pony is easier,” she said a bit distantly.
“Is it?” I hesitantly asked.
She said nothing.
“Being alone isn’t always... beneficial,” I continued.
Still nothing. She was staring at the dirt path as we walked.
“Glory?”
“What? Oh... sorry. I had something else on my mind,” she said. “You’re right, Arc. I don’t want to be alone. I’d rather be with you.”
“M-me?”
“Yes, you.”
“O-of all the ponies in Ponyville, there must be others... less like me.”
“You’re genuine.”
“Well, I—”
“Besides,” she interrupted. “You’re cute.” She giggled, and I looked down at my hooves as I blushed.
“I’m... glad you think so.”
We were silent for a little while. I was content with listening to the breeze, animals, and happy ponies we passed by. I could hear Spring Glory’s soft breathing, too, and for a moment I thought about the two of us.
Could we ever be more than friends?
I realized that I’d been staring at her, and I quickly looked away with knots in my stomach, relieved she hadn’t noticed. I couldn’t dismiss my thoughts about us, though, and it sent my heart aflutter.
“I’d love to see some of your other work, if you ever want to show me,” she casually suggested again.
I quickly considered her proposition. Any work that wasn’t commissioned was personal, and I kept it all in my basement. A small part of me wanted to show her, yet the thought of bringing her to my home—the only place I could escape to—made me uncomfortable.
“M-most of it is stored in my house. It’s all very... old... and dusty. Nothing special,” I murmured. “Maybe I can... show you another time.”
She nodded. “Only when you’re ready.”
Spring Glory knew I was just making excuses; we both did. I felt guilty for even trying to evade her, and more so that she seemed to expect it. She understood and didn’t mind, and I wasn’t sure what to think of it. Her insightfulness was embarrassing, yet comforting all at once.
“Thank you, Glory.”
“You don’t have to thank me, Arc,” she answered with a compassionate smile. “Why don’t we head back to the shop now?”
“Sure,” I said.
Almost immediately after we turned to head back, there was a loud boom, and we were bombarded with a cloud of streamers and confetti. I was completely stunned, and I watched with confusion as a bright, smiling, pink pony flew out from behind the cloud of streamers and began bouncing and singing in front of us. I recognized her immediately; it was Pinkie Pie, who had a reputation for partying and making ponies happy. The day after I’d moved to Ponyville, she had welcomed me, quite eccentrically, and invited me to a party, which I did not attend.
I couldn’t really tell what Pinkie Pie was singing about—I was too startled—so I stood still and waited for the ringing in my head to stop. She was dancing around Spring Glory, who seemed as confused as I was, yet excited.
When Pinkie Pie finally finished her song, she gave Spring Glory two envelopes and whispered something to her. Then, she bounced up to me and tilted her head, as if she was examining me.
“You okay?” Pinkie Pie asked.
I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t; my voice had vanished into my confusion.
“Ooohh, I get it!” she exclaimed. Her face instantly went blank and her eyes grew wide; she was just standing there, staring into my eyes, and I stared back. I didn’t know what else to do. Pinkie Pie’s gaze seemed to stop time, but then she suddenly blinked and stepped back.
“Wow, you’re good!” She hopped over to a large, pink canon—which had apparently produced the streamers and confetti—and started rolling it away. “Bye!” she shouted, and I watched her go.
“Archaic Smile?” It was Spring Glory. “Hey, Arc. Are you okay?” She was standing right in front of me, like Pinkie Pie had, but she looked worried.
“T-th-th-that w-was... e-ex... exhilarating,” I stammered.
She giggled a little. “Yes, it was... So, you’re okay?”
“Y-yes,” I answered, “just s-startled.” I started laughing about it, surprising us both. It felt so odd; I hadn’t laughed like that since I was a little colt.
“Good,” she said.
We remained standing face-to-face, and my heart melted. I could see every little detail—her bright, lavender eyes; her flowing, green mane; and her soft, radiant coat. I could even smell her breath, which I could only describe as an assortment of floral beauty. It was her eyes, though, that truly mesmerized me. I could see how she was eager—yearning, even—for something else, something completely alien to me, and I could see her fear; she looked as afraid as I felt.
By unspoken accord, we each leaned forward a little, until the tips of our noses were just barely touching. Spring Glory smiled and I blushed, and we stood together like that for a timeless moment. When she took a step back, I suddenly became aware of the ponies nearby who were watching us. Some were grinning at us, while others were awkwardly stealing glances our way, and I felt a little embarrassed.
“Perhaps we should go,” I murmured.
Spring Glory intimately rubbed her cheek against mine, and I felt a rush of excitement course though my body.
“Ponies are watching us, Glory,” I urged.
She looked down at her hooves—blushing like I was—and nodded. “Let’s go,” she said, turning in the direction of her shop.
I followed her, smiling to myself while trying not to look at anypony who’d been watching us. I heard a few of them giggling, and I quickened my pace to catch up with Spring Glory.
When we arrived at the shop, she unlocked the door and let me in. We stood awkwardly in the middle of the room for a while, and I tried very hard to find something to say, but I had no words for the feelings churning in my chest.
“So, who was that pink pony?” Spring Glory asked, breaking the silence.
“Um... Her name is Pinkie Pie,” I answered. “She’s known for her parties... and spontaneity.”
“She gave me these,” she said, taking those two envelopes out of her saddlebag. “They look like invitations.”
We tore them open, and inside were short letters inviting us to a party, just as Spring Glory had guessed. I read mine slowly, dreading what it meant.
A party... full of ponies... and it’s tonight, I thought.
“The party is tonight,” Spring Glory noted. “Would you like to go, Arc?”
“Would you?” I asked.
“I think it would be fun.”
“Then... Yes, we should go,” I decided.
“You’re sure?”
“Sure.”
“I should get ready,” she said, and I saw that eager look spark in her eyes again.
Abruptly, I kissed her.
The world whirled around us, as if we were caught in the eye of a hurricane, and I felt hot. My heart was hammering so hard it shook my body, and I felt like I was going to sway and fall, but Spring Glory’s brilliant gaze of wonder, astonishment, and delight kept me on my hooves. I thought the moment would last forever—I wished for it—but it ended as suddenly as I had begun it. I stepped back, trembling, and averted my eyes downward.
“I—”
“Hush,” she said, lightly kissing me again. “I need to get ready. You should, too. I’ll meet you at the party.”
I nodded. She turned and walked into the other room, and I stood in the middle of her shop, still shuddering. I felt giddy and profoundly confused; I wasn’t sure if I was melting or exploding. Eventually, I decided it was both, and I left the building. I sprinted and launched upwards, whooping as I took flight, and aimed for home.
Spring Glory was standing in her room, surrounded by her favorite flowers. She had watched Archaic Smile fly away—and heard his joyous hoot—and stared into the distance even after he had faded into the horizon. The moment of intimacy they had shared was playing over and over in her mind; she giggled, noting how romantic it had been. Never in her wildest dreams had she hoped for a relationship so dreamy.
I’ve got to get ready for that party, she thought.
Most of her effort was spent brushing and styling her grassy, green mane; she brushed her bangs until they were soft and smooth, and tied the rest of her mane back in a loose ponytail. She retrieved a fragrant, yellow flower similar to the one she had worn during her date with Archaic Smile and placed it in her hair. Lastly, she tied the exotic scarf Archaic Smile had given to her securely around her neck.
After she was finished, Spring Glory brewed some tea with leftover herbs and relaxed on a small couch she’d brought from Manehattan. The party started in a half hour, and she didn’t really feel like arriving early.
He kissed me.
She spent the remainder of her time mulling over her relationship with Archaic Smile; it had developed so quickly—I hope I haven’t rushed him, she thought—and she could only imagine what possibilities were before them.
Is this why I came to Ponyville? she wondered. It makes me happy... and I think it makes him happy, too. He needs me...
She checked the clock. The party was about to start, so she hopped off the bed and went outside, magically locking the door behind her.
Being with Arc is right for both of us, Spring Glory concluded as she headed towards Sugarcube Corner. Seeing that Archaic Smile was absent when she arrived, she waited outside. Shortly, he appeared in the sky and glided down, landing skillfully on the ground in front of her. Immediately, she could tell he was very nervous—he had that frightened look in his eyes again—yet he also seemed excited to see her.
“Glory,” he said hesitantly, “about earlier... h-how do you feel?”
“You fumbled a bit,” she said, “but you’re such a romantic stallion, I was almost tripping over my own hooves afterwards.”
“R-really?”
“Almost,” she giggled.
“You’re not upset?”
“Of course not, Arc.”
“Okay,” he sighed. “I was just worried...”
The two ponies were now standing very close to each other, the light from Sugarcube Corner casting warm, reddish shadows across their bodies. Spring Glory nuzzled Archaic Smile’s cheek, and the two walked to the building’s entrance.
“So... I f-fumbled?” Archaic Smile asked before they entered, sounding disappointed.
“Don’t worry,” Spring Glory reassured. “We both did. Everypony does on their first kiss.”
Archaic Smile nodded, and they entered the bustling Sugarcube Corner together.
“I s-should let you kn-know... I g-get very nervous in groups like th-this,” Archaic Smile murmured.
“I’ll be right beside you,” Spring Glory said. “I promise.”
I’ll take care of you, she thought.
It didn’t take very long before Pinkie Pie appeared—seemingly from nowhere—to greet them. She ushered the two into the room where most of the guests had gathered, then disappeared to greet more ponies. Spring Glory noticed that Archaic Smile was fidgeting, and she could tell he was searching for a nook he could vanish into.
“Arc,” she said, and he looked directly at her in helplessness. “It’s okay.”
“Spring Glory!” called a pony; it was Rarity, who approached the two along with another mare wearing a cowboy hat. “How delightful to see you here,” Rarity said.
“Rarity! It’s nice to see you, too,” Spring Glory replied.
Rarity leaned forward so only Spring Glory could hear her. “Is he the one?” she asked.
“Yes, this is him,” Spring Glory said, looking at Archaic Smile and grinning. Confused, he shrunk under the gazes of the three mares. Just before the situation was about to become awkward, Rarity gestured towards the mare wearing the cowboy hat.
“This is Applejack. Applejack, this is Spring Glory and her—”
“Ah can introduce mahself, Rarity,” Applejack spouted. She passionately shook hooves with Spring Glory, grinning widely. “Applejack’s mah name, apple-buckin’s mah game. Nice to meet y’all!”
“It’s a pleasure, Applejack,” Spring Glory said. She glanced at Archaic Smile, who was managing a feeble, somewhat strained smile.
Rarity pulled Spring Glory away from the other two, a glint of interest in her eyes. “So, how as it?” she whispered in Glory’s ear.
“It went very well,” Spring Glory answered.
“Did he like the saddle I gave you?” Rarity asked. “You must tell me.”
“Yes, I think so.” Spring Glory was watching Arc nod and smile—to the best of his ability—as Applejack enthusiastically spoke about an apple farm. “Rarity,” she whispered, “we had lunch together earlier today, and afterwards... he kissed me.”
Rarity gasped, eyes wide and bright as pearls. “He kissed you?”
Spring Glory nodded, an excited grin of her face.
“So soon? Your date was just yesterday,” Rarity exclaimed, “and you’ve only lived in Ponyville for a week!”
“I know,” Spring Glory said. “He’s so sweet, though! I can’t help it.”
“I would have never guessed,” Rarity said. “He’s always hidden away up in that cottage.”
“He just needs to be given a chance,” Spring Glory murmured.
Rarity nodded, and together they returned to Archaic Smile and Applejack; Arc looked very uncomfortable, and he seemed very relieved to have Glory by his side again.
“You’ve been livin’ here for four years, and you still haven’t tried mah apples?” Applejack asked Archaic Smile, astonished.
“N-n-no,” Archaic Smile stammered.
Applejack looked at Spring Glory. “You come down to Sweet Apple Acres soon, and we Apples will give you a real Ponyville welcomin’. Bring this one with you, too,” she said, gesturing towards Archaic Smile.
“That’s a very kind offer,” Spring Glory said. “Thank you, Applejack.”
“You are mighty welcome, partner.”
“Applejack, why don’t we go say hello to Twilight?” Rarity asked.
“Right behind you,” Applejack said, and the two disappeared amongst the crowd of giggling ponies.
“They’re so nice,” Spring Glory noted. She saw Archaic Smile frowning discontentedly. “Hey, Arc? Are you okay?”
He nodded without a word. Spring Glory nudged him gently, attempting to comfort him at least a little bit.
“Hey, everypony,” shouted Pinkie Pie over the hubbub. “Presents!”
The crowd of ponies gathered to where Pinkie had revealed a tower of wrapped boxed and bags—apparently, one for each pony—and Pinkie began tossing them out to every guest. Ponies were pushing and shoving against each other, cheering to Pinkie Pie for a gift.
Spring Glory and Archaic Smile were caught right in the middle of the excitement, and a stream of ponies broke between the two. Spring Glory had no choice but to move forward with all of the eager ponies until she received a present—and one for Archaic Smile—and was able to slip free from the group. She sifted through the cheerful ponies, searching for her companion. After confirming he was not in the room any longer, she slid out the back door and soon caught a glimpse of him in the dark, nighttime shadow of the building.
“Arc,” she called, approaching the pegasus.
He didn’t look towards her; he was staring directly ahead and breathing very quickly—hyperventilating, Spring Glory realized.
“Arc, what’s wrong?”
He looked at her this time, but still said nothing. The sheer trepidation in his eyes was shocking to Spring Glory, reminding her of how a child looks after a terrifying nightmare. There seemed to be only one option.
“I’ll take you home, okay?”
He could only continue to stare at her with fear and remorse.
“...Wait here, Arc. I’ll be right back,” Spring Glory said. She dashed back into Sugarcube Corner and quickly spotted Rarity’s bright, lustrous mane within the crowd.
“Rarity!” she called, pulling the unicorn away from the party. “I need your help.”
“What is it, dear?” Rarity asked, concerned.
“Archaic Smile is... having trouble,” Glory answered. “I want to take him home, but I don’t know where his house is. Do you?”
“Of course! I shall lead the way,” Rarity said dutifully.
Spring Glory, followed by Rarity, returned to where Archaic Smile was hiding. He seemed to have calmed down a bit, breathing much less strenuously, but he still wasn’t able to find his voice. He cowered at the sight of Rarity, but Glory was able to reassure him that he didn’t need to fear her.
“Arc, Rarity is going to lead us home,” Spring Glory said.
He wouldn’t follow.
“Will he be okay?” Rarity asked.
“I think so,” Glory said. She took the silvery scarf and tied it around hers and Archaic Smile’s necks, like she had on the night of their date in the park. She coaxed him into walking with her, and together they followed Rarity towards Archaic Smile’s cottage outside of Ponyville. When they reached the base of his hill, Archaic Smile slipped out from the scarf and flew up to the cottage, leaving both Spring Glory and Rarity with concerned expressions.
“Thank you. Rarity,” Spring Glory said.
“Go to him,” Rarity told Spring Glory.
The two unicorns nodded and went their separate ways. When Spring Glory reached the top of the hill, she found the door to Archaic Smile’s cottage ajar. Once inside, she immediately felt out of place; the building was unfamiliar, and she could barely see a thing in the dim moonlight.
“Archaic Smile?” she called.
There was no response. After much fumbling, Spring Glory managed to find a light. She carefully proceeded up the staircase, only to find a shut door at the top.
“Arc?” she said, lightly knocking on the door with a hoof.
Nothing.
“I’m here for you,” she cooed.
She waited in silence on the tiny landing in front of the door, hoping for an answer she knew wasn’t coming. The thought of opening the door with magic crossed her mind, but she decided that it would be unwise. Eventually, the nervous tension and distress she’d been holding back broke free, and she began crying.
“I’ll wait... I’ll wait all night if I have to,” she sniffled.
As the tears rolled down her cheeks, Spring Glory grew tired, and she laid down in front of the door. For a moment, she could hear the sound of sobbing—similar to her own—through the door.
“Archaic Smile,” she wept, “I’m going to take care of you.”
Spring Glory rested her head on the floor near the door, still teary-eyed, and allowed herself to drift off. Outside, the eerie sounds from the nearby Everfree Forest intensified; they crept into Spring Glory’s mind, and she dreamed of horrible creatures without names. She was running, running from something she couldn’t even see, until she could run no more, and when she finally turned to face the monster, her fear turned to joy, for it was the very pegasus she had fallen for.
I know, I thought, but I can’t let you see me like this.
I was sitting before the mirror on the wall, watching myself tremble in the wake of my panic attack. I couldn’t stop shivering. Eventually I couldn’t handle seeing my own teary eyes in the reflection any longer, so I took to pacing around the room.
What the hay happened to me? I wondered. How could I have fallen apart so easily? I thought I was okay...
“I’ll wait... I’ll wait all night if I have to!”
Ponyfeathers!
I stepped out onto the balcony, where I could hear the ghostly sounds emanating from the forest. They were distracting, even calming, to me.
How did I come to be so weak and sensitive?
“Archaic Smile... I’m going to take care of you!”
I let out a weighty sigh, watching as my breath condensed before my eyes and drifted and dissipated into the night sky.
Is this really how I want to live?
Growing cold, I reached for my scarf with the intention to wrap it more snugly around my neck, but I quickly realized it wasn’t there. Oh, I thought. She has it. I decided to go back inside and resumed my earlier position in front of the mirror.
I can’t allow myself to be so fragile, I thought. First, I need to stop crying.
I dried my face, closed my eyes, and focused on calming myself. It took some time, but I was able to stop trembling and sniffling; still, my headache persisted.
Glory hasn’t said anything in a while, I noticed. I opened the door, and there she was, sound asleep at my hooves. Oh, Glory, I’m so sorry you got dragged into all of this...
I nudged her shoulder. “Glory. Wake up.” She mumbled something I couldn’t make out, and I was luckily able to urge her onto her hooves. “Come here,” I said, leading her to my bed. She didn’t hesitate to slip under the blankets.
“Good night, Spring Glory,” I whispered. “Sweet dreams.”
“I love you,” she whispered. “Goodnight, Arc.”
She closed her eyes and went out like a candle, breathing steadily. Shaken, I stared at her in a dumbfounded stupor. After a minute, I rushed out onto the balcony and inhaled a long, deep breath of the cool, crisp night air.
She loves me?
I glanced at Spring Glory through the large window-wall between my room and the balcony. Seeing another pony in my bed—in my house, for that matter—was vaguely disconcerting. Her softly-uttered words were endlessly echoing in my mind.
Do I love her? I wondered.
I watched the slight rise and fall of her body under the blankets as she breathed. Quietly, I crept back in the room and sat before the bed.
Do I love you, Glory?
I didn’t dare to answer myself. I felt doomed, caught between a clash of fear and desire. I slipped back out onto the balcony, feeling a tumultuous cave-in occur within my heart.
Oh, Celestia, what am I going to do with myself...
I let my head droop and watched the glistening descent of a teardrop. It silently splashed onto a wooden panel beneath my hooves, and in only a few seconds it seeped into the wood, vanishing without a trace.
-*-
When Spring Glory woke up, the sun had just risen above the horizon, and I was still on the balcony. I had spent the few remaining hours of the night thinking about everything that had happened in the last week, solemnly sitting as if I had become one of my own sculptures.
I heard her shuffle out of my bed and yawn. She soon noticed me through the window-wall and hesitantly stepped out onto the balcony to sit beside me. She shivered a little in the cold, thin morning fog.
“Good morning,” she said lightly.
“I’m sorry for everything that happened last night,” I mumbled.
“No, Arc, it’s not your fault,” she replied.
“B-but it is.”
“I convinced you to go to the party,” she countered.
“I don’t want to be alone anymore,” I said, feeling bitter towards my insecure nature. “That’s why I went. I’m trying to be... n-normal.”
“You can make yourself to be whatever you want to be,” Spring Glory said firmly. “But I think you’re lovely just how you are.”
“I have too many p-problems.”
“We can overcome them.”
“I don’t think so,” I muttered.
“You don’t know until you give it a shot,” she urged.
I said nothing, and instead watched the sun slowly climb into the sky.
“Give yourself a chance, Arc,” she murmured. “Do it for me, at least. I don’t want to be alone, either.”
“Okay,” I said after a while. “I’ll do it for y-you, Glory.”
“You’d better,” she said, playfully nudging me.
“I know we’ve only kn-known each other a short while, but...”
“But?”
"I can't keep hiding... You’ve s-shown me that what life has to offer is invaluable. You showed me joy... and l-love. I can't go back to knowing only fear. I need your help, Glory... Help me to live."
“Okay,” she said, wrapping her foreleg around mine. “I will.”
We sat there a while longer, arm-in-arm, while the glaring fog burnt away beneath the sun. It was invigorating and terrifying to be with another in my own home, and as the sky grew brighter I found myself feeling bolder than ever before.
“You know,” I said, “this isn’t at all how I’d imagined myself bringing a mare home.”
She laughed a little at my remark and nodded. “Oh, I bet,” she said. “But I think it’s gone very well so far.”
“Why don’t we go inside?” I suggested. “I can show you around.”
“I’d like that.”
“Well, this is my bedroom, obviously,” I said, leading her back inside. “Bed, closet, desk, couch... Not much else to it.”
“It’s cozy,” she commented.
I took her downstairs into the foyer, which was mostly empty but for a small table by the front door. “Over there is the kitchen,” I said, pointing towards the room with a table and chairs and counter-space, “and over here is where I do most of my work.” I walked into the large, open, well-lit workroom. “It’s not much, but it’s a good enough home for only one pony.”
“I think it’s very... dainty,” she said. “It suits you.”
“I suppose it does,” I said. Suddenly, I remembered the letter Derpy Hooves had dropped a couple days earlier. “Oh, I’d nearly forgotten, I have something of yours.”
“What is it?”
I found my saddlebag on the table in the kitchen and pulled the letter out of it. “This letter is for you. The mail-pegasus dropped it by my mailbox the other day,” I said, giving it to her. “Lucky coincidence, I guess.”
“It’s from my parents,” she murmured. “How long have you had this?”
“Two days,” I answered. “I meant to give it to you while returning that Heart’s Desire.”
She read the letter very carefully, and a knot grew in my stomach as I watched the brightness fade from her eyes. She visibly tensed up, and was holding her breath as if she’d seen a ghost.
“W-what is it?” I asked. “Is something wrong?”
“I need to go,” she said.
“What?” She trotted past me, towards the front door, and I followed. “Why?”
“I’m sorry, Arc, but this doesn’t involve you,” she answered.
“W-wait,” I said, hopping in between her and the front door. “Glory, I—”
“I’m leaving,” she said. She maneuvered around me and left me standing in the doorway. I watched her descend the hill, greatly taken aback, wondering what in Equestria could have provoked such an outburst in her.
Should I go after her? I wondered.
The answer was already apparent. “Glory!” I called. “Wait for me!” Steeling myself as best as I could, I took to the air in pursuit.
