Sunburst’s father is coming for a visit, and Sunburst isn’t happy. But what’s prompting this social call? Fatherly love, or something more devious? Sunburst is betting on the latter.
Starlight makes a batch of love potion and Sunburst accidentally drinks it, but he seems unaffected, did she mess it up or could it mean something else?
Starlight tries her hoof in writing poetry, and while Sunburst knows more about the genre than her, she thinks she would rather die than let him read it, since most of them are about him.
It started when they were children, when every sorrow could be ease with a hug. Eventually it turned into blind supplication and a race against her very bones.