Sky's the Limit (anonxlunaxthesky) Ch. 1

>You are twenty five thousand feet in the air and you are falling.
>There are no clouds for you to grasp onto, so you're slightly more screwed than normal.
>You were just skiing along the middle cloud layer happy as clam a few moments ago.
>Not necessarily going for any speed records, but you wanted to soar all the same.
>So there you were, riding the momentum down from a cumulonimbus.  It didn't seem like it'd start shooting lightning or rain, so you thought it'd be good to test out the soaring distance of your wing frame.
>And it was a big one, too.
>You coated your boots with a touch of cirro to let you make it to the top.  The trick, you've learned is not to force yourself on the clouds.  Just trust the boots and let your footing find itself.
>Weight forward, bounce the wings, let the wind up here to do most of the work for you.
>Besides, what was the point of getting to the top if you're just going to wear yourself out?
>Of course, you can't stay too still, even with your jacket, the night air way up here was freezing.
>But you didn't mind that part at all.  You never frowned on action.
>The cloud split itself in soft lines as you skated, stepped and hopped across it's puffy and shadowy geography.
>Soon enough you made it to the top.
>Not wanting to waste the momentum you let the force carry you up and over the cloud peak.  There were higher ones floating above you, and you probably could've launched yourself to the higher levels, but you wanted to practice dips and gliding distance.
>By and large, the night air was clear tonight.  Plenty of space between clouds, perfect for practice.
>So you loosed the hold on the frame and your wings spread out, a flick of your wrist tilted the things back
>Swing out your leg, let the other follow through...
>Your body swung upwards towards the sky, beginning a slow flip.
 >The moon is bright tonight, and the stars pinpricks of white diamonds against their purple canvas.  Some of them actual planets, others balls of unwordly energy placed there by their sculptor.
>The force of your movement keeps carrying.  Soon you're head is facing directly towards the earth.
>It's beautiful.
>You can't see the curvature of the planet yet, but it's an overwhelming sight all the same.
>There are the mountains to the north.  You haven't tried the clouds over there yet.
>Down, down, way down below, you can see the small gathering of lights that make up Ponyville.  You'll glide back down there later tonight.  Probably very early morning.
>The Everfree, White-Tail, farmlands, grasslands, valleys and rivers....
>Gorgeous.
>The massive cloud is a considerable distance beneath you.
>Gravity works itself against you a little more.  Your legs angle themselves closer to the ground's orientation and then you pull your arms close.
>You take a deep breathe of the cold air. You'll need it.
>Everything speeds up.
>Close the wings, minimize the drag, good, good.
>Watch your legs.  Nevermind the pressure on your chest, no matter how good it feels.  Gotta make sure you reconnect with the cloud smoothly.
>Otherwise you ruin your momentum and go tumbling down the side like a ragdoll.
>Again.  You've already learned that lesson.  It hurt.
>The sloping surface of the cloud grows closer.  The sound of your increasing heartbeat begins to drown out the sound of the wind rushing against your ears and whistling through your clothes.
>And then you reach that moment.  The split second of a split second where your boots touch the cloud and your breath catches and your spine freezes up, prepared to brace itself for a crash or to remain loose enough to slide down a mountain of air and water at speeds a skier couldn't possibly know.
>It took you forever to figure out just when exactly you made successful contact with a cloud.
>It's not like the ground, where you can easily see where it is and know what it should feel like.  With clouds, there was an a extreme range of give, not only on a single mass, but between different clouds.
>It felt more like you were floating on something than walking on it.  Like the most insubstantial mattress in the world.
>Pretty much if you're not falling through the thing, you're good.
>You feet touch the airy surface, and slide down the edges, bouncing and careening around the rolling face of this mountain in the sky.
>Yeah, you're good.
>You weave through its geography, maintaining and gaining as much speed as you can.  You see a rising lip on the bottom and aim for it.
>The closer you get, the more you notice the it has a more dramatic upswing than you thought.
>Oh well.  That'll just make things more fun.
>By moving your feet a specific way, the latches on your boots react to movements and loosing just slightly, gathering the cloud beneath them.
>You hit the lip, pull your self in tight.
>You pull the latches on the boots closed, taking cloud with you.
>Trails of pure white follow you as you are launched high and far.
>So very far.
>The mixture of momentum and magic in your wings and boots give you an appearance of arcing through the air in slow-motion.
>However, judging by the distance of the cumulonimbus behind you, your motion is anything but slow.
>Your arc begins its decline so you open your wings again.  The wind feeds across the feathers and curvature, keeping your altitude, if slowing you down somewhat.
>The temptaion to dive bomb and pull off barrel rolls is extremely tempting, but even with the night's better-than-average visibility, you decide to hold off on the stunts until daytime.
>An uncomplicated glide through the air would suffice.
>You like this.  Your wings flap once or twice.
>Your mind is quiet and your breathing is steady.  There is nothing before you but sky and horizon.
>And there is absolutely nothing to worry about.
>Except for that black mass that's hurtling towards you from across the world.  It's like a dark bullet flying through the air.  A purple aura trails behind it.
>You see lights shooting out from its center that shoot higher into the air.
>It almost looks like theyr-
>And then whatever it is hits you retardedly hard
>As you fall the sound of the thing catches up to it and your ears are rocked in a deafening roar.
>You can make out the meteoric thing wavering and falling into a dive.
>You are spinning in every direction conceivable.
>Try to stay calm, steady yourself, come on!
>Your latches on your left boot loosened and you lost cloud.  You can't even use that as grounding, even if the crashing force of stopping would kill you.
>The frames of your wings are damaged, but holding.
>However, gravity and momentum are working too strongly against you, you can't hold them open in any position long enough to affect your fall.
>They won't even close correctly.  You're unable straighten and divebomb in an attempt to steady yourself.
>The latent magic in the feathers are slowing your fall, somewhat.
>But at this speed, you're still gonna die once you hit the ground.
>Yeah, it's getting closer.
>You close your eyes.
>The day was starting out so well, too.
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>Jars filled with clouds lined your shelf, each one marked and categorized by type, grade, an d usability.
>The whiter clouds were generally more stable.  The stuff that first forms when the sun peaks over the horizon and begins to warm the earth and births the mammoth cumulonimbus
>That was the best cloud for climbing.
>Of course, as long as you can make it to cloud level in the first place, you care little for what gets you up there.
>That's not too say each cloud didn't have it's purpose.
>Altostratus gave you more bounce, but you moved slower with it.  That sort of thing was good for gliding, or scoping out more mountainous areas.
>Cirrocumulous was the opposite.  Each step was like loaded springs.  Those clouds positively launched you miles away upwards and over.  The fall from those still spooked you.  Your maneuverability was horrible on those.
>You even had a jar of Pileus, extracted from a stormcloud right before things got serious.  You nearly drowned getting that one.  But the risk for was worth it.
>Pileus was smooth and whispy.  Properly applied, you could nearly achieve actual flight with that one.
>But applying it was the hard part.  It took you nearly three months just to perfect the boots.
>Ah yes, the cloudwalker boots.
>You and Twilight worked very hard on those.  Replicating the latent magic that allows a pegasus to walk on clouds was difficult.  True, she did have a cloud walking spell developed, but you didn't like the idea of depending too much on something with such a short lifespan.
>The secret had to be in their hooves.  You determined the micro patterns on the bottom of Pegasus soles, making many casts and taking numerous cell samples.
>Rainbow Dash squirmed throughout it all.  It all would've been a lot easier if she wasn't so ticklish.
>She didn't like p0nies touching her hooves at any rate.
>But anyhow. Pegasus hooves were complicated.  They had weird, microscopic nubs and hooks that allowed their magic to weave around and grasp onto clouds.  So you very delicately copied that pattern onto the bottom of two leather and steel boots.  Yes, they had silver wings on the ankles.
>They were then placed in a tight seal that Twilight flooded with her cloud-walker spell and left to soak for a week.
>The materials bonded incredibly well.  You only needed to renew the spell once every three weeks.
>But it still wasn't enough.  You could WALK on clouds, but you needed a way to be free of the clouds themselves.
>That part was tricky.  You were able to mostly work around that limitation.
>You needed Pegasus feathers.  A lot.
>So you spent a lot of time going through the all the garbage bags that Aloe and Lotus threw away at the Day Spa.
>You sifted through the daily sweepings like a man mining for gold.  Collecting Pegasus feathers that weren't too short or bent, or underdeveloped.
>Lotus caught you going through them once.
>It wasn't your proudest moment, being spotted like a hissing raccoon rummaging for scraps, but you've been caught doing worse things.
>Now you make sure to only go through them after they leave for home.
>Sometimes you would chase after Dash with a plastic bag.  She was a pretty good flyer.  Real good, actually.  But she wasn't so good in closed spaces, where she still insisted on flying.  This resulted in her crashing in many walls.
>Feathers everywhere.
>Not too bright, that one.
>Oh, and Derpy.  She alone made up twelve percent of your feathers.  God bless her.
>So you collected and cleaned them.  Brushing each strand straight and bleaching them, and carefully drying them.
>Cleaning was especially important, you fished the damned things out of the garbage, after all.
>Completely worth it.  Pegasus feathers were also loaded with latent magic.  They worked a little bit like a racing game where you drive over a glowing arrow and your car goes faster.  Well, wind blowing over feathers made Pegs faster too.  You don't know why, just magic.
>Yup.  Magic.
>They also lessened the affect of gravity.  Under the right conditions and with enough feathers, you could be effectively weightless.
>They also let you control clouds, to a small degree.
>For some also magical reason, pegasus hooves and feathers used in conjuction allowed you to manipulate clouds.  Move them around, reshape them, grab them...
>Put them in bottles...
>You weren't quite able to actually manipulate the weather yet, but with enough practice...
>Well, thoughts for another day.
>Today you had plenty of cloud cover, and a lot of freetime.
>You opened a jar of cumulonimbus, and poured them over the bottom of your boots, latching them before they dissapated.
>You take your first step upwards.
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>Um....yeah, still falling to your doom here.
>Oh yeah.
>You hate flashbacks.
>You wonder if you're eligible for entry into Pony heaven.
>The damaged frames of your wings groan and fight against you in your final desperate attempts to avoid becoming a red smear on the ground below.
>Not much luck.
>You only succeed in battering your body and using what precious little breath you have left.
>Oh well.  At least it won't hurt much.
>You close your eyes.
>Up 'til now you had plenty of fun.
>There were worse ways to die, you suppose.
>But you really don't want to die at all.
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>
>
>Come on already, where's the ground at?
>Just now you notice a vague tingling sensation and the smell of ozone fills your nostrils.
>The wind has also stopped slapping at your face.
>You open your eyes.  A soft purple glow fills your vision.
>The world is slowly being turned upright.
"You know, It takes much to surprise me."
>Your vision is blurry, and your blood is rushing everywhere in the wrong direction.  Your stomach is sending requests to evacuate the premises.
"I run into many things up in the sky.  Dragons.  Birds. Pegasi.  But a Human?"
>Your eyes spin in your head.  The speaker's deep blue outline goes in and out of focus.  You really wish her hair would stop moving, it's giving you severe motion sickness.
"Now that is quite a novelty."
>Your hands squeeze the back of your head in an effort to pool your senses.
"I believe an apology is in order."
>"Um?"
>Take just a moment to get yourself together.  Let's see...wings, horn, and...metal slipper thingies.
>She also has a crown that she appears to be adjusting on her head.
>Narrows it down to three p0nies.
>Her coat's a deep sapphire.  She's looking at you with one eyebrow cocked over great teal eyes.
>Um...yeah, mane's full of stars.  Okay, you're dealing with Luna.  Cool.  Alicorns.  Luna ran into you and she just saved you from doing your best Wile E. Coyote impression.
>You want to ask her if she flies with her eyes closed or if she takes sick kicks by knocking people out of the sky.
>She's a Princess, Anon.  A revered and beloved royal who commands many stallions with sharp spears.  Be respectful now.
>You straighten up and open your mouth.
>You cough and gag violently.  You cover your mouth in an effort to keep your guts from spilling out.
>Nice.
>At least you avoided vomiting all over her.
"I doubt I hit you that hard."
>"It's the mental shock.  I hardly ever run into royalty up here.  Birds, clouds, yeah, like you said.  But a Princess?  Well ain't that something."
>She spreads her wings and steps daintily aside, her hair whipping softly around her.
"I find it easy to create memorable occasions for others."
>"Yeah.  I'm going to remember that for a while."
>Your rub your shoulder, a sharp pain spreads through the joint.  You're going to feel this for a while, too.
>"All the same, I forgive you for knocking me out of the sky and making all these wonderful memories for me.  Thank-you for saving me, though."
>Her lips straighten out.  She lowers her muzzle and looks at you accusatorially.
"I'm sorry, I meant for you to apologize to me."
>She says this like a woman who just got her order mixed up a McDonald's.
>No.  You don't feel like apologizing right now.
>"Luna, apo-" She raises a hoof in front of your mouth for silence.
"Princess Luna."
>This is a very good day.  "Princess Luna.  Apologies don't work in that direction.  You were chugging along like a freight train in the sky and nearly smacked me out of my underpants.  I might have a bone fracture or two, I don't know."
>You shake your wings.  They clattered uselessly.  "You also messed up my pride and joy."
"Why would you take pride in such a thing?  Has it always bent at so many angles?"
>She sniffs.
"Why does it smell like coconut oil?"
>"Because I got it from -you know, never mind.  They looked better before you did you whole bullet-bill routine a second ago.  I'm not saying sorry."
>She laughed loud enough to make a few feathers fall off your frame.  You start to pull and tug at the joints.
"Look here, Human."
>"Anon."
"Human.  I have a duty to perform.  Every night I must streak across our glorious skies and set the night.  Raise the moon, place the stars, take them down if they need to be changed.  It is my royal obligation to tend to the sky and make it absolutely marvelous."
>She trots right up to your face.
"And you interrupted it."
>She turns away from you.
"Besides, I think my display of travel is a sufficient warning."
>You've managed to lock the frame into a spread open position.  It seems solid enough.  You should be able to glide with it, at least.
>"You're talking about all the purple lights and the fireworks shooting out of your butt?  You think that's a warning?  That's a sign of the apocalypse."
"Those were stars.  A few have burned out the previous night.  I cannot tolerate an empty sky," she says curtly.
>Her eyes scan above the two of you.  Her lips turn into a small frown.
"It seems your little incident caused me to throw off my aim.  I'll have to fix those.  I await your apology for that as well."
>"Don't think so, your majesty."
>Your stomach jumps up into your throat as the purple aura around you dissappears and you fall ten feet.
>"Gnnkh!"
"Is that how your species asks for forgiveness back on your human world, hmm?  It almost sounds like a refusal.  I don't think I can imagine such an insensitive culture."
>You stare poisoned daggers at her.  Oh, this lady.  This lady right here.
>The wind blows.  Clouds began to gather below the two of you.
>There's enough layers to almost reach the ground...
"I'll have you know I'm in a hurry.  There are still many stars that need to be placed."
>A cloud drifts beneath her.  She settles on it and dangles her forehooves over the side, crossing them.
>"Okay, fine, I suppose you're right."
>She smiles. "You are a very busy mare, and I probably should've been watching out better, especially up here all by my lonesome."
>You spread your arms.  "So, Princess, I would like to say -OH SNAP IS THAT CELESTIA RAISING THE SUN EARLY?"
"WHAT?  DOES SHE NOT REMEMBER WHAT CHAOS ENSUED THE LAST TIME THAT HAPPENED?"
>Her head snaps towards the sky, her shock causes a lap in the magical field sorrounding you.
>You fall, but in style this time.
>"I would just like to say-"  You glide towards lower cloud levels.
>"SEE YA SUCKER!"
>You pant heavily as you jump and hop from cloud to cloud.  With your delatched boot your landings are rougher than you'd like, but you're still not falling through them.
"Human!  How dare you trick us in that fashion!  Ooooh, we shall!  We're going to...!"
>She stomped on her cloud.
"Don't expect us to save you if you fall from the sky again.  BECAUSE WE WON'T!  WE SHALL POINT AND LAUGH INSTEAD! And...and..and...NOPONY WILL FEEL THE SLIGHTEST BIT OF SORROW!"
>You dare not look back.  You just totally pissed off the princess of the night and desperately needed to book it.
>"Heeheehee!"  Was your only response.
>Your heard a massive whooshing of air as she sped off across the sky again, a mass of purple and white lights bathed against the clouds as she resumed her duties.
>She must have really been in a rush, considering she didn't zap your rear into ash then and there.
>A part of you doubted she'd actually kill you though.
>She just didn't seem the type.
>Oh, she'd let you fall straight to the ground, however.  Probably catch you before you actually hit.  Probably.
>All the same, she likely had other ways to bring down her wrath.
>Which is exactly why you jumped, glided, and buckled against the lowering cloudscape.  Getting home and locking all the doors was the best idea for your immediate future.
>Your wings groaned in pain.  Oh, you poor babies.  It's going to take days to fix the frame and replace the lost feathers.
>Luna's gonna pay for that.  Oh yes.
>You float a little too fast between cloud layers.
>She's gonna pay.
>You're gonna have to get creative, of course.  She's a big girl, she can take it.
>You break through the final cloud level.  You have the biggest grin on your face.
>There's still a considerable several hundred feet between you and the ground, it's a lot higher than what you're comfortable with in you're current state, but you didn't really have a lot of options..
>The ground comes at you a little too fast, but you roll with it and take it like a champ.
>Your wings however, weren't up to the challenge.
>They rattle and fall apart at the joints.
>Dammit.
>you carefully scoop up your ruined creation and trudge home.
>You're tired, horribly sore, and hungry.
>But for some reason you can't stop smiling.
>Little do you know, Luna is miles and miles away streaking across the skies as an unwordly bullet, replacing her stars, doing her duty.
>Thinking about you.
>And despite the small, niggling voices at the back of her head...
>She can't stop smiling either.

>Morning comes.
>Everything hurts.  Everything.
>Your shoulder feels like there's a thousand tiny knives stabbing at it in every direction.
>You decide you hate reckless flying alicorn royalty.
>You consider writing a letter to Celestia, asking her to have a talk with her sister about the importance of defensive flying and the rights of pedestrians.
>But that concept was retarded.  Celestia would probably read the letter, throw it in the trash and then send you to the moon.
>Or against all odds she actually would speak with Luna, who would come at you with hellfire and yell you to death.
>Hmmm...
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"LOOK BOTH WAYS BEFORE CROSSING THE SKY?"
>"It's just a suggestion!"
"SUGGEST THIS, MORTAL!"
>Her chest puffs up as she inhales enough air to lift the Hindenburg.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
>"Luna Noooooooooooooo!"
>Your flesh is torn from your very bones as air cuts across you like razors.
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>You shiver.
>Instead you decide that laying in bed all day and letting your superior human metabolism heal you was a better idea.
>You try to go back to sleep.
>You swear the sun shines even brighter through your windows.
>In fact it is.
>You try to cover your face with a pillow, but the sun manages to shine even through that.
>How does she know this?  How can she thwart your every attempt to sleep late?
>Why?
>Never underestimate the cruelty of Gods, Anon.
>You say a few cusswords and shamble out of bed.
>Muscles scream and beg with you as you put on clothes.
>The plan for the day was to go to the Sugarcube Corner, acquire foodstuffs, check up with your friends, gather materials for your wings, and then get back to work fixing stuff.
>The thought of having a nice full day of constructive things to do lifted your spirits a bit.
>You'd much rather just sleep for a million years, but oh well.
>Can't have everything.
>You limp to the bakery.   In your head you're sauntering, but it's hard to fool yourself.
>Open the door, stroll up to the counter.  The morning rush has already passed, so there's no line.  Pinkie PIe is running the counter.
"Hey Anon!  Nice to see ya.  What can I get you this super duper morning?  Muffins?  Cupcakes? Croissants or cookies? I've got it all, hot and fresh!"
>She bounces all over the counter, pulling steamy warm pastries out of every conceivable nook and cranny.  They all look delicious of course.
>"You know what Pinks?  I think I'll have two croissants this morning."
>She pulls a notepad and pencil out of her hair and writes it down.
"Doo yooo wnnn ehhgs wffh dah?"
>"You'll have to take the pencil out of your mouth, Pinks."  She spits it out.
"Do you want eggs with it like last time?"
>You point to her and smile.  "Only if you're making them."
>She turns a slight ride and pops out a salute.
"Out in two wiffs and half a jiff."
>She throws up three eggs in the air and balances them on her nose.  She makes her way to the back of the kitchen.
>She makes seriously good eggs.
>You needed to deal with Luna.  You needed some of that sweet vengeance stuff served frozen on a golden platter.
>Okay.  Time to plan, plot, and scheme.  You grab a napkin and pull out a pen.
>Several minutes pass in intense concentration.
>You laugh darkly to yourself as the pen spills your evil thoughts onto the paper.
"Hey Anon, here's your egg croissants, watcha drawing?"
>She snatches the napkin out of your hand.
>It features a stick figure of you flying around on a jetpack throwing a bag on an angry looking luna.
>There is an arrow pointing to the bag that says "poopy"
>A bag in your hand with dollar signs written on it.
>She frowns a little.
>"I'll admit, this isn't my best drawing."
"Anon, this isn't your fetish is it?  I promise I won't let Fluttershy know about it."
>You grab your paper back and stuff it in your shirt.  "No, Pinks, this isn't my fetish.  More like a short-term obsession."
"Ooh, I love obsessions, they always have a story behind them."
>"Hmm..." You tap your chin.  Telling Pinkie Pie wouldn't hurt.  She's a pretty creative pony after all, she might be able to help you come up with something.
>You fill her in on the details.  She nods in fascination and gasps in horror and astonishment, right from the beginning all the way 'til you crashed on the ground and broke your wings.
"That's pretty wild stuff there, Anon.  But you know Lunas is a complete sweetie.  Sure, she can be big ms. huffs-an-puffs-a-lot, but I think that's just because she wants otherp0nies attention."
>"By acting all demanding and mean?"
>Pinkie giggles and pops up in the seat next to you.
"Well, maybe it's not the best way to go about making friends, but that's pretty much what she wants.  I remember last Nightmare Night -eat your eggs Anon, they're getting cold."
>"Okay."  You start eating.  SO GOOD AND FULL OF DELICIOUS PROTEIN!
"Anyhow, she came to town and was talking all BIG AND LOUD IN HER ROYAL VOICE AND KEPT SAYING WE AND US."
>Pinkie grabbed your pen and started doodling on your napkin.
>How is she holding that thing?
>"I think she's worked on that some.  She only broke out the 'we's after I surprised her."
"Oh, good for her.  Anyhow, so there she was, acting all big and scary and we were all having loads of fun, or at least I was.  Some p0nies took it the wrong way.  They got for-real for-real scared and that really upset her.  Or made her angry.  It's kind of the same with Luna."
>"I'll go with angry."
"But." She bopped your nose with the edge of the pen, "That was because everyp0ny wasn't really giving her a chance.  That's all she wanted, a chance to make friends and be happy.  Everyp0ny deserves a chance, Anon."
>"Even after they act like a prissy bossy jerk?"
"Welll-l-l-l, I do remember one human who acted like a silly grumpy-puss when he first got here.  I gave him a chance, and now he's one of my bestest friends in town."
>You chuckle nervously to yourself and take a huge bite out of your sandwich to give yourself a moment to think.
>She was right.  You weren't the most hospitable thing when you first showed up with nothing but the clothes on your back and a chip on your shoulder.
>It was an embarrassing first couple of weeks.  You shudder to think back on it.  Things were said that didn't need to be said.  Misunderstandings were made.  Body language misinterpreted...
>Yeesh.  You were glad you and Rarity managed to make amends for that weekend.
*gulp*
>"Okay, so you're saying that...I shouldn't throw a bag of poopy on Luna's head?"
"If it's not your fetish.  I'm suggesting that you should try being her friend before you try being some angel of vengeance and fury or whatever you wrote on this napkin here."
>But that was the only kind of angel you knew how to be.
>"Hmm...would I *want* to be her friend?  How do I know she wants to be friends?"
"She did catch you after you fell.  Sounds pretty friendly to me."
>You stare blankly.  When did Pinkie Pie learn so much about friendship?  Twilight should take notes from this mare.
"Anon, don't be silly about this, okay?  Let me tell you something, everyp0ny wants to have a friend, and I think Luna wants them more than most others do.  She's just...a little rough about it.  And besides -trying to prank a princess is a loony thing to do anyhow!  Don't forget, Celestia IS her sister, and she's better at pranks than Rainbow Dash is!"
>"Pinkie, why are you making so much sense today?"
>She sits back and crosses her hooves.
"Oh, I always make sense.  But it's Pinkie-Sense.  Some p0nies aren't smart enough to get it all the time, is all."
>She handed you back the paper.  On it she drew a picture of you and Luna flying through the sky laughing.  The clouds all have smiley faces.  Pinkie is in the background with a bunch of party balloons tied to her waist.
>You still have bags with dollar signs in your hands.  It is leagues better than your original drawing.
"But I think you're enough of a smartie to figure the rest of this out."
>She hugs you and hops back to the counter as another customer trotted up to place an order.
>You pondered over the napkin.
>Be her friend...
>Well, she DID keep you from falling to your doom, and didn't try to kill you after you escaped from her.
>Luna controlled the moon and the stars, pretty metal, all things considered.   Maybe she was cool.  You didn't know if you could actually be *friends* with her, but being on friendly terms with the local royalty was smarter in the long run.
>But she did crash into you and acted kind of jerky about it.
>You finished your delicious egg croissants and paid Pinkie at the counter.
>"Thanks, I'm real glad I came over here for breakfast."
"It's one forty-five, Anon."
>Oh.  Well maybe you did sleep late.  Or maybe you're just really slow to get dressed.
>"Oh."  She rolls her eyes and places the bits in the cash register.
>You step outside into the cool Equestrian air and look up.
>The sky is blue as ice.  Clouds roll softly.
>Okay, so you wouldn't enact vengeance upon her.
>But you wouldn't make things easy for her, either.
>Days pass, two weeks, in fact.
>You spoke with Twilight, neglecting to tell her about your encounter with the Mistress of Darkness.
>You wanted to know how long Luna's stars lasted.
>"Oh, well, this time of year, the stars she hangs last about...one hundred years?"
"I...see.  Do you know of any that are about to go out soon?"
>Her eyes brighten up.
"Let me get my charts!  Wait right here!"
>She disappears into her private study.  The room with her weird globe and friendship letter collection that smells like woodshavings.  You hear Spike scream from within as she rummages through everything.
>She comes back, levitating several books, charts, and parchments.  With her magic, she spreads them wide open, cycling through them, muttering to herself.
"With the rate of decay...no no, don't forget the ambient temperature...factor in their initial luminosity...carry the two...hayseeds for dinner, mmm...."
>She slams everything closed at once.
"One will go out tomorrow night at exactly 10:35 p.m. give or take thirty seconds.  The star making up the greater eye of the Solidus Serpens constellation, if you want to be specific."
>"Neato.  Thanks, Twi."
"Any time, Anon!  Why the curiosity anyway?  Are you taking a sudden interest in Equestrian constellations?"
>"You could say that."
"Oh, Oh, I have this AMAZING book written by Starswirl the Bearded, he was THE pioneer of star charts and-"
>"That's okay, Twi, maybe next time.  No, you see, I..um...fixed the  Cloudwalker suit and am planning on taking it out for a spin tomorrow night.  I just want to know what kind of light I'll have to work with."
>Twilight frowns and purses her lips.
"Anon, are you sure?  I don't think night flights are such a good idea, especially after your last accident.  I know the Cloudwalker suit works, but maybe you should stick to daytime excursions.  At least until we work out all the intricacies of the suit.  Have you been writing everything down?"
>"I...may have been lapsing a bit.
>"Ugh, Anon, you know how important this device could be, we could be on the verge of a major brea-"
>You place your hands over Twilight's shoulders.  "Don't worry.  I have a good memory, I'll write everything down once I figure everything out!  Can't get to ahead of myself, right?  My control is getting better everyday."
>Think fast, think fast.
>"And I want to know how the suit handles differently at night than during the day.  How the cloud consistency effects the hold and all that, yeah?"
>She takes a moment to respond.
"I...I suppose so, yes.  Just, check in with me before you leave and the moment you get back from a walk, you understand?  I don't want anything to happen to you, Anon."
>"I promise, Twilight.  On my two legs, I promise."
>"Okay then, but do a full check on the frame system before you take off.  I saw how beat up those wings were."
>"Always do."  You head out through the front door.  Twilight was a sweet mare, she really was.  She just didn't want you to die, is all.
>This whole Cloudwalker thing wouldn't even be anywhere near possible without her help.
>Maybe you could write down a few pages to make her happy.  She deserved that much at least.
>But in the meantime, your plan for Luna was coming together.
>Tonight you would rest, and rest well.
>Tomorrow would be a time for action.
--
>You wake up early the next day, Celestia didn't have to turn up the sun or anything for you.
>You quickly shower, eat breakfast, and do your morning stretches.
>Gonna face this day head-long and head-strong.
>You open up your front door, breathing in the sweet air and looking up you see..
>HOLY CRAP!
>The sky is a series of tubes.
>Great long cylinders of titanic clouds roll under the sky.  Each one stretching far off into the horizon.
>It's like a cornfield for giants.  Some great blue fertile field ripe for planting and possibility.
>Morning Glories.  You never thought you'd actually see them.
>One of the immense tubes rumbles over your home, blocking out the sun and placing you in immediate shadow.  You see the undulations of the cloud waft and shift  slowly, like a flying worm, cutting dark relief and highlights across the natural structure.
>You could actually hear it.
>It's kind of intimidating.
>You look across the way.  Other p0nies are constantly looking up, alternately amazed or unnerved, wondering if the great rolls might suddenly decide to fall on top of them all and smother them in soft vapor.
>You notice your mouth is still hanging open.
>You do nothing to fix this.
>This was...unexpected.  You would've settled for some basic cloud cover, but apparently nature here had to go all geometric on you today.
>You see Rainbow Dash zipping around.  She is not composed.
"OHMYGOSH OHMYGOSH OHMYGOSH!"
>You see her fly off into the distance, becoming a small blue speck as she tries to pushthe gargantuan clouds away.
>The clouds care not for the efforts of Rainbow Dash.
>She spirals back down to earth.
"Okay.  Calm.  Yeah, just stay cool, Dashel, stay cool."
>"Did you just call yourself Dashel?"  She snaps around and stares at you like a wild animal.
"Huh?  What?  No, of course not, that's a lame name and that's in no-way mine at all."
>Her wings flutter at mad speeds, clashing with her stone-set face.
>Rainbow Dashel.
>Well, that certainly explains a lot.
>"You seem upset."
"Upset?  Me?  The Dash?  Puh-leese.  I am not upset."
>She looks up.
"My brain's on it's last thread here, Anon.  Oh jeeze.  Look at all these clouds!"
>The clouds above you roll on like soldiers.
>"Yes, there are many."
"I'm in charge of keeping free-range clouds out of P0nyville!  It's my job Anon.  But these things, they're freaking HUGE!  I can't clear these!  Oh man, the Cloudsdale Weather Control HQ is gonna kick my rear when my time for review comes around."
>She running her hooves through her mane.
"Great.  Great.  These things are gonna last all day, I can tell."
>"Oh...is that a fact?"
>"Yeah, they're gonna just keep rolling and rolling and...have you seen that horizon?  They're endless!  Oh, I'm gonna catch so much heat for this."
>She zips in circles around you, making you dizzy.  You grab her by her sides, holding her steady.  Her wings till beat at three hundred miles per hour.
>"Dash, if these things are everywhere, that means every other weather control team is messing up, right?  So nop0ny is actually gonna blame you for this, yeah?"
"But...I...uh...?"
>"Yeah. I mean, it's not like this thing has happened before, right?"
>"Well, there was once when..."
"Exactly!  Nop0ny's perfect.  You could just say it was a...company wide holiday!  Make everyp0ny else appreciate what fine work you do, keeping the skies over town clear and happy and stuff."
>Her eyes shift around her head.  Her mouth makes a little 'o' shape as your words get dissected and examined in her overclocked mind.  She nods.
"Yeah...you're right.  I mean, here we are busting our flanks everyday, maybe it is nice to let everyp0ny else knows how weird things get when dumb-old nature gets to run things!"
>"Screw Nature!"
"I'll send a letter to management or something.  PR's gonna have a field day with it."
>But maybe this could work to your advantage.
>"So...they're gonna be around for a while?"
"As long as the weather stays the way it is.  Not longer than a day and a half, max."
>"Well, thanks for the info.  Just remember Dash, if everything goes south and anyone tries to blame you, go right ahead and point your hoof at the guy next to you as well."
"Well duh, you think I'd every take anything lying down?  You forget who you're talking too."
>"Of course.  Dashel."
"If I ever hear that word come out of your mouth again I'm ripping out all of your teeth."
>She punches you on the shoulder and laughs.
>You laugh too.  Well, you mostly wince and grin.  That was your bad shoulder.
>"Just go enjoy your day off, Rains."
"Sure thing, thanks Anon.  See ya around."
>The blue pegasus swings away into the distance.
>You look at the advancing masses of morning glories.
>They were a touch lower than normal clouds.
>The rest of your plan solidifies in your mind.
>You just can't wait until nightfall.
--
>THE NIGHT HAS FALLEN!
>Time -10:00 P.M.
>Boots, relatched.
>Frames, oiled
>Feathers, Maximum fluffy
>You are ready.
>The air is cool, the moon is shining brightly, as are the stars.
>You're just waiting for one to go dark.
>You raise your left foot, bringing it as high as you can.
>You push against it, it feels as though you're stepping on the softest stair-step in the world
>And you are lifted against the ground.
>Repeat.  Step.  Lift.  Step.  Lift.
>You give your wings a strong flap with each step to grant you extra height.
>As you build up speed you're eventually making multi-story leaps into the air.  Like vertical skipping.
>The wind down here is not as strong as you'd prefer, so your arms are doing most of the work to lift you up.
>But that's okay.  You have a a goal, and that always makes moving your body easier.
>After a while you're making more thrusts of your wings than steps on your boots.
>P0nyville grows smaller and smaller below.  You risk a glance downwards.
>A small little hamlet, lit by lamplights and fireplaces seen through half-closed windows.
>It's a nice place to live.
>You look up.  A great Morning Glory thunders overhead, casting you in shadow.
>You bank carefully beneath its terminal.  You begin to raise perpendicular to the next row, edging your way closer to its surface.
>It's bloodied huge.
>People don't really appreciate how big clouds are too begin with.  Most of the time they look like house sized balls of fluff that look cute.
>But even the medium sized clouds were mind-blowing in scope.  Most were taller than any skyscraper you've ever seen.  Longer than any train, or building.  Wider than cities even.
>These morning glories were currently the furthest stretching thing on the planet.
>You could almost see them curve with the planet as they rolled on.
>The Cloudwalker boots make contact with the cloud.  You carry the momentum and skate towards the top, moving along with the cloud instead of heading straight up to avoid fighting the curve, and not tiring you out completely.
>You reach the top and skid to a stop, making surface layers of fluff slice off the surface and float off into nothingness.
>You scan the skies.
>There.  Solidus Serpens.
>Doesn't look much like a Serpens, but whatever.
>Time: 10:33
>You sit down.
>Clouds are really, really comfy to sit on, just so you know.
>You lay back, catch your breath.  You take a swig out of your canteen of water.  Your mouth was drier than you thought.
>Gotta stay hydrated.
>Whisps of the cloud's insubstantial surface flow over you.  It tickles a bit, but you don't mind.
>A few more moments tick by.
>A star goes out.
>Bingo.
>Carefully, you stand back up, stretch your arms, and skate off.  You turn towards Canterlot's direction.
>Across the edge of the world you see a light.
>And it's getting brighter.
>you launch yourself into the air.
>Purple and blue phospherant sheds away from a black center.
>You hover directly in her path.
>A blinding white aura frazzles from behind it.
>Closer.
>Closer.
>You really hope she doesn't hit you again.
>She's moving faster than anything you've ever seen.  The distance closes between the two of you like cannonballs to ships.
>Your eyes begin to burn from the intensity of her aura.
>Your back braces itself and your eyes close just as she hits you.  That's it.  She made contact.  She bored right through your and now you're falling to the ground in million pieces.
>Except she didn't .
>She stopped.
>The wind of her propulsion pushes you back.  Her energy dissipates across you like firework embers.
>Her dying energies light your skin on fire.
>You are blinded as she throws the star into the sky.
>There's a high-pitched whine as it burns across the air into space, eventually replacing the burned out ball of magic and making the constellation whole once again.
>Luna smiles as the collection of stars pulse in its harmony.  The lights of the sky glitter off her crown.  She even manages to hold onto it as she looks at you.
"Hello again, Human."
>"Princess.  You're pretty quick with your work."
"I told you.  I cannot tolerate a sky that is less than perfect."
>You skate around her on your boots. "I can respect that.  And as a respectful individual, I can admit when I'm wrong."  Luna follows you half halfheartedly as you circle.
"Is that so?  I find your humility touching.  Does this mean you've prepared an apology?"
>"Yes, I do have an apology prepared.  Buu-u-u-t."  You straighten up before her.
>"I have to wonder if a princess can admit she's wrong."
"A Princess can't admit to something she is not guilty of."
>"True, very true.  I did a lot of thinking after our...um...conflict."
"It must've been a novel experience, then."
>"Ha.  You're funny.  You should do stand-up."
"Why in my sister's rule would I want to stand like you?"
>"Nevermind.  Okay, so there we were, me flying along happily, you doing your duties dutifully, and then bam -wammo, mid-air collision.  Body parts everywhere, crying women holding dead children, national day of mourning is declared and everything.  We both said things we probably didn't mean -"
"I meant every word."
>"And honesty is an element of watchamacallit, but whatever.  Point was, we need some resolution to all that nastiness.  So I have an idea."
"You are just full of surprises tonight."
>"Oh, you have no idea."
>She 'harumphs.'
>"I will apologize to you, say I'm sorry for not watching out and messing up your job at hanging up the Christmas lights, if..."  The princess frowns and raises an eyebrow.
"If?"
>"If you can beat me in a race to Canterlot."
>She makes her 'wut' face and glances off at the castle which looks like a matel playset from this far away.
"Do you have any idea how far that is for a...mortal such as yourself?  Even with your contraption it's a considerable distance."
>"Well, I'm a human of considerable abilities."
"Hmm, well it will be of no challenge, after all I make the tri-"
>"No magic allowed, wings only."
>She falters for a split second.  The Princess looks at you and narrows her eyes.
"You think me weak?"
"I think I'd like to see what kind of mettle you have.  If you think you're in the right, then you seem the type willing to prove it.  Beat me in a race, and I'll apologize, in whatever fairy way it pleases you."
>She glances back towards the castle in the very far off distance.
"Even though you stand a less than zero chance of winning, what would you hope to gain?"
>"I want you to apologize to me.  For not watching where you're flying and messing up my shoulder and my fly-suit.  And being a jerk."
"We are not a jerk, but...your terms are tempting.  It will be good to put you in your place.  Human, this is your challenge?"
>"Darn skippy it is."
"THEN WE ACCEPT THE CHALLENGE WILLINGLY!"
>She pointed a wing towards the castle.
"There are two towers.  The leftmost spire has my personal quarters at the very top.  There is a balcony.  It is my observation deck.  That will be the destination.  First one there is the victor.  We will have tea waiting for you when you finally show up."
>You clap your hands together.  "Sounds fantastic..  Okay, no magic, meet at your fancy deck, I chill out on your couch until you show up."  You float down to the cloud and draw a line across the surface.  You stand with your foot behind it, back arched and smile wide.
>Luna follows your lead and braces herself, wings fully spread.
>"We go on three..."
"One..."
>"Two...
>You both zip off.
>"CHEATER!"
"YOU MOVED FIRST!"
>Only a little bit, but she tried to trip you.
>Cloud surface kicked up behind you as you skate over the column of the morning glory.
>Luna is ahead of you right now.  She's flapping her wings and keeping her profile small.
>She doesn't quite seem to have as much control managing micro-currents as Dash, but she's building up pretty good speed all the same.
>But then again, so are you.
>The Glory is extremely smooth in its curve, meaning there's nothing to mess up your forward velocity, as you head down its edges.  You leap off and carry the wind over to the next row, hitting the apex and riding down the curve again, losing next to no momentum.
>You were also careful to make sure that you were flying with the wind.
>Soon enough you were leaping over whole rolls of clouds.  You wings closed tightly around you, feeding off the wind and slinging you threw the air like a fish through water.
>Luna was generally keeping higher than you.  Her flapping patterns looked a little forced.
>Perfect.  Hopefully she'd tire herself out.
>Wait...can alicorns even become tired?
>You make sure she's not watching you.  You curl up into a ball and somersault through the air.  Quickly, deftly, you hands pull at the jar of cirro and you coat them along the bottom of our boots.
>Slick as oil, Anon.  Slick as oil.
>The moment your feet touch a cloud they are thrown back into the air with the force of a rocket.
>Soon your feet are trailing nothing but pure bounce and momentum.  It becomes harder to maintain your balance as you are forced through the sky.  Your arms tighten themselves against you by wind resistance alone.
>You pass by Luna.  For a split second you swear you can hear her panting.
>Heheheh, sucker.
"Will not...be...outdone....Do...YOu...HEAR.  ME.  ANOOOONNN!?!?!"
>The sky rumbles as she rages.
>Her voice sends a shockwave through the clouds, making them lose their cohesion.
>The Princess pulls herself in tightly and gives one great push on her wings.  Her mane flattens and trails behind her like a banner.
>Her mad readings are off the charts.
>The little outburst fudges with your stability, giving her the lead.
>You think quick.  You dive quickly beneath the rows of cloud, going deep to steady yourself
>The world below flies up towards you, you can hear nothing but razor winds and the blood pumping in your ears.
>You pull up.  The hilly terrain of Equestria gives way to the row of the titanic marchers that have been blocking the sky all day.
>The wind whips and warps through each and every feather along your wings.  Giving energy and multiplying it ten fold, a hundred fold, a thousand fold!
>You break through the cloud cover and rocket onwards, moving high above the advancing columns.
>Up above the sky clear, white starlight bounces off the ground and the clouds below.
>Soon you dive down again, easing you curve and skirting just below the rows.
>You pull up sharply, coming close to a Glory.
>You cut across the side of a cloud, skidding your boots against it.  You angle your wings just enough to follow its dissipating curve to the top.
>You are thrown across the expanse again.
>"LUUUUUUUUNAAAAAA!"  Too bad your voice can't break mountain.
>And so it went.  The two of you switched places, propelled more by fury than wind or wing.  Canterlot slowly grew closer.
>Then it grew really close.
>You were drenched in sweat.  And you were freezing.  Your muscles were screaming at you, threatening to mutiny and lock up completely, sending you to the far off ground below.
>Luna was just as tired as well.  Her right wing wasn't swaying so strongly now, and her legs hung limply beneath her.  Her teeth were bared in a grimace.
>But her eyes.    They held a fire that would never go out and never allow her to quit.
>It was pretty intimidating.
>The two of you were neck and neck.
>But you wanted an apology, dammit.
>You give your wings flap.
>The balcony was in sight.
>You try your hardest to flatten yourself.  To get that last little drop of speed and gain an edge.
>Luna glances at you from the corner of her eyes.  You glance at her.
>You close in on the landing zone with as much malicious intent as artillery fire.
>You're now flying inches away from each other.
>A bird flies in front both of you.
>"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!"
"EEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHAAHHH!"
>You both panic and start flailing madly, careening into each other.
>There is nothing but a ball of confusion.  You are both trying to seperate and grapple with each other.
>The pair of you go tumbling around and around, still soaring through the air, cursing, yelling, and making foul oaths.
>You clear the balcony.
>Then her entryway.
>Then the Curtains.
>And finally the wall.
>The tower shakes and a few panels of the roof fall off.
>Everything is dark.  But you can feel the most through kind of pain, so you assume you are not dead.
>"Ow."  Death would be so much sweeter than this.
"We...will have your head for that, Anon."
>"You're welcome to it, but...give me my...bloodied apology first."
>The two of you take a great amount of time untangling yourselves from curtains, shelving, and plaster.
"I will do no such thing.  You've....argh, where are our shoes?"
>"Oh cripes, I think one's caught in my back."
"Give it here."
>"OI!  Thank you."  She tries to put it back on, but it falls to pieces around her hoof.
"Oh no, it's ruined."
>"My spinal column is ruined, to hell with your shoes."
"To tartarus with your spine!  You've ruined our whole room!  Now you must apologize for that and pay for its restoration."
>"Ten thousand flying nopes.  I hit the ground first."
"We must forcefully disagree.  Your lanky body did smash us first against the wall."
>"We should've set up a camera.  Wait a second, you're a princess, you don't even have to pay for anything."
>"It is the principle of the matter.  This is all your fault."
"No it's not, it was that...that feathery thing."
>"That...bird."  Her eye starts to twitch.  She was going to win, but a bird cost her sweet, sweet victory and ruined her room.  "Our victory snatched away from us by a bird?  A bird?  A BIRD!?"
"Freaking crumb-eating rat bag."
>"Flea-ridden airborne, blighted, thrice-cursed and thrice-damned BIRD!"
>She runs up to her balcony.
"LISTEN HERE! ALL SUBJECTS WHO DESIRE THEIR PRINCESS'S FAVOR SHALL BRING ME THE HEAD OF ALL BIRDS IN CANTERLOT!  TOO LONG HAVE WE SUFFERED UNDER THEIR BEADY EYES AND CRUEL TALONS!"
>"And they shit on our heads!"
"WE SHALL WALLOW IN THEIR WASTES NO MORE!  I, Luna, Princess of the Night, Mistress of the White Moon, Keeper of Stars, Eternal of the Twin Guards of Equestria do vow to end their winged reign of pestilence.  The streets will run with their tainted blood."
>Can't let her show you up, Anon.
>"AND...um...THE AMAZINGLY AWESOME ANONYMOUS..uh...Ward of Breakfast Sandwiches and Cereal...SAYS LIKEWISE."
>You throw a rock at one perching on the tower.  It hits.
"AHA!  YOU SMOTE THAT ONE!"
>She jumps and laughs in the most sadistic joy you've ever heard.
>And you join her.
>However both of your lungs were heavily taxed at this point so it doesn't last long.
>You fall to the ground, breathing heavily.
>"So...who won?"
"Our head hurts to much to know."
>"We both hit the ground at the same time."
"Of that much, I can agree."
>"It's a tie then."
"I hate ties.  There is nothing to gain from them."
>She stand shakily and makes her way to her bed and collapses, gathering up her pillows and blankets around her.
"We shall feel this in the morning.  It will take us hours to make repairs and return this room to our satisfaction."
>She huffs.
"And for what?  A miserable tie.  We wanted glorious, uncontested victory..."
>She slaps against her giant mattress and groans.  A thought strikes you.  You crawl towards her bed.
>"Well...maybe we could both win?"
>She looks at you like a crazy person.
>"And lose a little bit at the same time."
"Are you honestly suggesting?"
>"Yes.  It's the only way to make all" you wave you hand around the room. "this.  Remotely worth it."
>She rolls her eyes in consideration.
>While she's thinking you look at your wings.  They are totally trashed.  Again.  You really don't feel like stalking Aloe and Lotus's back alley again so soon.  The boots seem okay, however.  You slide them off you and kick them aside.
"Curses.  You are right."
>"Okay, on the count of three."
"One..."
>"Two..."
>>Three.
>You stare at each other.  Nothing is said.
>"We both have to mean it."
>She tosses a pillow and concedes.
"Fine.  I will just pretend this is a form of diplomacy."
>"That's the spirit."
"One."
>"Two."
"I am sorry."
>"I'm sorry."
>You both fight the boiling surge of rage in your stomachs, but eventually manage to choke your impulses down.
>That...that kinda felt good, actually.
"I am sorry I hit you."
>"I'm sorry I didn't move out the way, and that I messed up your work.  You do take it seriously."
"And caused damage to your device.  And dropping you, if only a moment as a form of jest."
>"Yeah, and for calling you names and being...overtly rude to you, I guess.  And tricking you like that towards the end.  You seemed kinda really upset about that."
"Anon, if you were falling to your doom, I would not point and laugh.  I would catch you before you would...terminate."
>"I'm glad to know that."
"...I would point and laugh a small amount."
>"I'd probably deserve it.  Thanks for saving me the first time, though."
"Of course I saved you.  I would not wish to be the reason why Equestria no longer has a human."
>"Yeah, I don't want you to be the reason why this kingdom is deprived of my coolness either."
>You both laugh.  It trails off after a moment.  You see Luna's face scrunch up, like she's debating with herself.  She eventually relaxes after moment.
"Get off the floor, Anon."
>You are enveloped in her magic and dragged onto her bed.
>It's not as soft as a cloud, but it comes close.
>"Thank you."
"I am too worn to teleport you home right now.  I am tempted to just throw you out the window and let you get back by your own devices, but I will err on the side of mercy this night."
>"This subject is grateful."
"Forgive me, but none of my subjects are as bizarre looking as you."
>"That one almost hurt."
"It is not entirely insulting. You are most memorable."
>"Well, I find it easy to make memorable occasions for others."
"I believe I discovered that fact the difficult way...This will not occur every time we meet, I hope?"
>"Good God, no."
>She laughs.
>You both lapse into silence for a moment.  Partly out of exhaustion and partly just to process everything that has happened.
>"Okay.  So we're not mad at each other any more?"
"Not as much.  No one will be thrown in the dungeon for this matter."
>"Lovely."
>You pull a few pillows against you.
>Oh, your poor head was banging.
>The mind within it, however felt rather good.
>Sort of light, and glowy, and warm.
>Pinkie seemed to have a point.
>Giving her a chance was a good idea after all.