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- > You open your eyes in dreaming, and find yourself surprisingly alone.
- > You suppose Frozen is still awake.
- > It fills you with a certain ennui; you don't want to go dream mining without her.
- > Part of the fun was showing her the odd stories your sleeping mind made up.
- > Now, you end up wandering the shelves, eating the snacks tucked in the odd gaps between books and the shelf above.
- > They taste just like you remember, and you don't get full.
- > If you were bulimic, this would be paradise. As is, it's an inadequate, if pleasant distraction.
- > Luna finds you on top of a bookcase, moodily looking out over your own mind.
- "Where art thy companion? Did ye provide some insult to drive her away?"
- > You might be mistaken, but she sounded a little hopeful.
- "Nah, she's still awake. Speaking of which, shouldn't you be asleep right now? It's still early afternoon."
- > Luna sits down by you, wings kept carefully to her self.
- "Discord did notify me of thy slumber, which cometh at a fortuitous time. Mine sister would invite thee to dine with us, and shouldst thou accept, it may be supper next, rather than the morrow's."
- > Wait.
- "Discord knows when I fell asleep? He's been watching me and- "
- > Irrational hatred rises up, and the ambient temperature drops considerably.
- > Luna flares her wings in alarm.
- "Calm thyself! He hath sworn a binding oath, not to intrude upon thy intimacies!"
- > Well, that is a little better.
- > You take deep, calming breaths.
- > Luna continues in a softer tone,
- "Forsooth, 'twas not necessary. He is fond of thee, and would not truly disrespect thee thusly."
- "Oh."
- > That's... nice, you suppose.
- > Luna idly kicks her hooves.
- > Eventually she says in an even softer tone,
- "He is not the only one who is fond of thee."
- > Well, crap. Gotta treat this delicately.
- "That's good to hear."
- > Luna stands abruptly.
- "So! Wilt thou dine at Canterlot this night?"
- > Assuming it actually is from Celestia, it'd be terribly rude to refuse.
- "I'd be honored."
- > Luna smiles, then turns and walks away, a slight sway to her hips.
- > That's nice, but,
- "What of my report? Today has been pretty tumultuous."
- > The moon princess pauses and looks over her shoulder.
- "Thou mayest relate it unto my sister and I this evening. Until then."
- > And she vanishes.
- > You look around your library, suddenly itching to do something.
- "Let's see about that healing water."
- > You furbish the healing water research bubble with equipment from a dream of your highschool chemistry lab.
- > Your first idea is boiling the water and seeing if what's left behind has healing properties.
- > While you wait for the crucible to boil the sample, you go down and retrieve more water from the original dream.
- > Upon your return, you check the crucible, only to find it completely empty.
- > Welp.
- > You try comparing the weight to that of normal water, but it's somehow lighter.
- > Maybe if you were to see it in action?
- > It takes some searching, but you find a dream with injured people.
- > It's faint, but you notice some twinkling as it works its magic.
- > You go to that one dream where you were fighting a fat village chief.
- > This time, you cut him up pretty good.
- > The healing water veritably gleams, and you catch a glimpse of something very large, and very bright.
- > Moreover, you know how you saw it. It's just like Pinkie's mouth; space bent and tunneled to a different location entirely.
- > That would be why it didn't weigh as much as normal water. It was only partially on the scale, partially elsewhere.
- > As you return to the research bubble, the dream fades to black.
- > You open your eyes, and find Frozen stroking your face.
- "Have a good nap?"
- > You smile wryly.
- "You could say that. I got invited to a dinner with the princesses. How long was I out?"
- > You get to your hooves cautiously. You're not sure how much you've recovered.
- > Frozen waits for you to get steady before replying.
- "Only three hours. Will you accept her?"
- > There's no need to specify.
- "I honestly don't know. What little contact we've had has been ...complicated. That's why I do want to go to this dinner. It'll give me a chance to know her better, in a more normal setting."
- > It still weirds you out a little than your wife can calmly talk about... dalliances? Mistresses? Subordinates?
- > You continue.
- "If you don't mind me asking, how do you feel about her?"
- > Frozen closes her eyes. After a bit, she smiles gently.
- "She's nostalgic."
- > ...You weren't expecting that.
- > Then she opens her eyes, and her smile turns sinister.
- "And it's fun to put her in her place."
- > That sounds more like it. Although, now you worry about how all this will turn out.
- > Eh, you'll cross that bridge when it's on fire.
- > You stretch, and find yourself pleasantly tired, like after a good workout.
- > By your estimate, you have about two hours before dinner.
- > Might as well check on the girls.
- > Your embassy input is a little clearer than your citadel input, and easier to ignore when in between thoughts.
- > Let's see here...
- > Xylalon is floating at the top, looking out over the city.
- > Nore is meditating in the basement, her heat rods orbiting in a fixed circle.
- > And Ngee is teleporting from room to room, leaving little glowing sparks of purple drifting where she was, then blinking out.
- > As one, their heads turn, and you get the distinct impression that they are looking at you.
- > Xylalon winks, and you go check on the dragonettes.
- > They aren't in the embassy.
- > Widening your search, you find them breaking up a fight between some of the younger dragons and a few beacorns.
- > You return your focus to the here and now.
- "Say, Frozen?"
- "Hm?"
- "How do you bend space? Like for oral modesty, or wormholes or whatever."
- > Frozen frowns.
- "Holes for worms?"
- "Err, fast travel? Rift hopping? Stargates? SG1?"
- > Her expression clears.
- "Ah, portals. I don't think you're ready yet. For instance, do you notice any seams in here?"
- > You look around the master bedroom, but it looks normal.
- "Would this be like lines in the air, or what exactly?"
- > Frozen takes a step to the side.
- "It would look like light bending along an irregular curvature in the fabric of reality. It's what we leave behind when we go places, and is a good starting point for beginners."
- > You nod in understanding.
- "Makes sense. But no, I don't see any."
- > Frozen gives you a brief smile.
- "I wouldn't expect you to this early in your growth."
- > Looks like you'll have to shelve your healing water research, for the time being.
- > Frozen walks in a slow circle around you.
- > You hold still, but track her with your eyes.
- "See something you like?"
- > Frozen smiles at that.
- "Of course. But I was more thinking about what you should wear tonight."
- "Wear? Well, it is with the princesses, so I probably should be a little fancier. Any ideas?"
- > She puts her hooves on your chest and pushes you upright.
- > You wobble slightly. You've only been a pony for four or five days, and you are already much more comfortable as a quadruped.
- > Frozen rubs her chin with one hoof, and idly traces lines down your chest with her other.
- > It's nice.
- > Then she starts humming.
- > A deep rumbling soon accompanies her, and you look around for Pinkie Pie, but she's not here.
- > You make eye contact with Frozen and-
- _It's hard to put into words. I have seen it, though._
- > You happily note that you aren't getting a headache.
- > You try to respond in kind, humming and modulating.
- ℅Oh hey, this isn't so hBuArDt.℅
- > Frozen covers her mouth as she laughs.
- _Soulmate, your accent is terrible._
- > You pout.
- ℅Cut me some slack, I'm still getting used to biharmonic cIoNmTmRuUnSiIcOaNtion.℅
- > Frozen nods.
- _Better, but not pEeXrIfLeEcDt. But we can practice later. This is what I wanted you to FsEeAeR._
- > The closest thing to what she says next is a tongue click, although not with her current tongue, nor her current hard palate and jaw.
- > Abruptly, you stopping hearing humming and rumbling, and start seeing.
- > It's a small encampment of about six small tents and one big one.
- > The view drifts at head height, poking into a small tent.
- > A pony stands frozen, lantern still lit and hanging from his hoof.
- > The viewpoint continues to the main tent.
- > This pony is an officer, his young face holding a certain resolute expression.
- > You feel as though he earned his rank, even though he is quite handsome in his black military jacket and white gloves.
- > You reach out a white hoof and brush his grey fur.
- > It snaps under your touch, and you sigh.
- > They always look so nice, but they never last.
- > What little light there is flares, and you are backing to being you at the sound of a second tongue click.
- ℅I... rFeOmReGmIbVeEr. You think I should try to make the jacket?℅
- > She nods, her eyes watery.
- _And the gloves._
- > You embrace her, and she clings to you.
- > She sheds tears onto your shoulder, and you stroke her hair.
- "It's alright, I'm here, I won't leave you."
- > She tightens her hug, and nuzzles into your neck.
- > She whispers,
- "I know."
- > You lean your head on her neck, and rock her gently.
- > You could stay like this forever.
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