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Siltsong's Harmony

By Tsar_Anon_I
Created: 2021-05-11 13:44:51
Expiry: Never
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  1. >Be Anon.
  2. >You had the great fortune of being able to cross the portal to Equestria, whenever it was easier to traverse.
  3. >Well, 'fortune' might be a bit of a term you should properly define.
  4. >While Equestria was certainly beautiful and magestic, the atmosphere had taken a less-than-idyllic one in recent years.
  5. >You still don't know how magic did it, but the Crystal Empire to the north returned.
  6. >With its return, a great evil followed as though it were a carrion vulture, just out of sight and waiting for its opportunity.
  7. >It was King Sombra, the tyrant in the north.
  8. >Princess Cadence and her husband could not defend the Crystal Empire forever, and were forced to capitulate.
  9. >They were able to escape what came next for an unfortunate number of crystal ponies, however.
  10. >Soon after conquering the Crystal Empire, King Sombra began to force many of the Empire's inhabitants into mind-control helmets.
  11. >Something out of an Ing-Soc wet dream, you'd imagine.
  12. >The mind-controlled ponies were being trained for war, divisions being established as more fell to the Dark King's reign.
  13. >It was the rise of evil, without a doubt.
  14. >War loomed on the horizon, a ruinous force gaining momentum.
  15. >Granted, you weren't exactly here for a good portion of the aforementioned developments.
  16. >You arrived in Equestria a little after the opening of the portal, when your application had been accepted.
  17. >The portal itself had opened in Canterlot, away from the clutches of Sombra's legions for the time being.
  18. >Even without the aid of the Crystal Heart, Cadence could sense the palpable loneliness on the other side.
  19. >It drowned out all other emotions, according to the Princess of Love.
  20. >Even in this uncertain time, she felt a sense of duty.
  21. >And so, the Initiative, as it came to be known was founded.
  22. >It didn't enjoy the same level of administrative support as the impending war effort.
  23. >'Twas more of a self-established project, if anything.
  24. >Princess Celestia did not object to its founding.
  25. >It had the potential to raise the morale of Equestria's ponies, which would be invaluable in the defense of the nation.
  26. >War is not just won on the battlefront, you know.
  27. >The homefront mattered, too.
  28. >Aside from the pressures of an impending war, there had not been much else worthy of discussion.
  29. >At the moment, you were waiting to hear on who your potential match might be.
  30. >While you may not know this, the fact that the Crystal Heart was...somewhere in the Crystal Empire, using it for matchmaking would be de jure impossible.
  31. >Princess Cadence, however, did her best to find a way.
  32. >She had developed a sort of gut sense, in the stead of a more precise instrument that was lost.
  33. >So far, it had been doing some good.
  34. >It just took...much longer.
  35. >Pricness Cadence did want the matches proposed to be the most likely to work out, after all.
  36. >Yours, in particular, had been the longest wait out of any anon that came Equestria-side of the portal.
  37. >As much as the wait was unpleasant, you couldn't autistically screech at Cadence.
  38. >She was doing her best, and she had many pressures all around her.
  39. >What was the Princess of Love to do?
  40. >Cadence was working with what she had, and going from there.
  41. >Last update from her, she mentioned that she believed she found your most likely match.
  42. >It did lift your spirits considerably.
  43. >You spent a considerable amount of time waiting to see if you might be able to meet her.
  44. >And if she was out there, whomever this mare may be...
  45. >The reason you migrated to Equestria in the first place...
  46. >You could continue to let the embers of hope burn bright.
  47. >Today, you were doing the usual of waiting outside the Canterlot office of the Initiative, wondering if you'd get any news from Cadence.
  48. >Just when you thought there likely would be no other news, a Royal Guard stationed there requests you follow them.
  49. >Obliging their request, you follow to the current office of Princess Cadence.
  50. >It would be amiss to say that you weren't a bit nervous.
  51. >Who might the mare in question be?
  52. >What was the reason behind the hold-up?
  53. >Questions continued to swirl in your mind.
  54. >You had known only so little about her, beyond the fact that she was a pony and had applied for one herself, in this troublesome time.
  55. >Arriving at the door, the Guard stops at their post, directing you to go inside.
  56. >You allow yourself inside, pushing the door inward.
  57. >The office was relatively simple; the occasional filing cabinet with paperwork, a fine desk littered with said paperwork, the works.
  58. >And in the middle of it all was none other than the Princess of Love herself.
  59. >Cadence gave you a weary smile as she saw you return.
  60. >She still maintained a relatively friendly demeanor, as many of these marshmallow equines did.
  61. >Fulfilling the task set before her as the Princess of Love likely did something to keep her happy.
  62. >There was something else that could just be felt.
  63. >It was a regret that the crystal ponies were suffering under the reign of King Sombra.
  64. >His return had fully usurped control of the Crystal Empire.
  65. >All those that were once under her stead had now been put under the Dark King's yoke.
  66. >She could only have held off the advancing tyrant for so long.
  67. >Even giving it her all, it was not enough.
  68. >Either fleeing or coming under Sombra's control were the only options left to her.
  69. >You couldn't even begin to imagine just how difficult it would be to make that kind of decision.
  70. >Living with the resultant consequences, and having to cope with them...
  71. >You wonder if that kept Cadence up at night.
  72. >It would be suspicious if such a thing did not.
  73. >"Glad you could make it, Anonymous. Please, have a seat. There's much to discuss about this special somepony."
  74. >Naturally, you follow through with the Princess' request.
  75. >Plopping down into the chair in front of her politely, you watch as cyan magic encases Cadence's horn.
  76. >The sound of the door closing gently behind you alerts you of what her magic happened to be up to.
  77. >Impulsively, you straighten your posture as Cadence begins the conversation.
  78. >"Now, I'm sure you have plenty of questions about the special mare, so we'll take it slow and answer as many of those little questions you have."
  79. >A little Q & A time?
  80. >Well, better to be informed than to not be.
  81. >You decide to start with the more basic of the many you might have swirling around.
  82. "Okay...can you tell me why it took as long as it did? I'm not complaining, I'm just curious as to the 'why' of it."
  83. >Cadence gives you an affirmative nod, and prepares a proper explanation.
  84. >"Well, aside from the usual issues, the time it took to get everything ready was partly for...political reasons."
  85. >'Political reasons?'
  86. >oh_boy_here_we_go.webm
  87. >Just the thought alone would make your skin crawl in discomfort.
  88. "And those reasons are...?"
  89. >You ask with a slight tinge of dread, not knowing what to expect.
  90. >"The special mare isn't an Equestrian citizen, and as it happens to be, a pony of significant status."
  91. >Well, that may complicate things just a little bit.
  92. >Where might she be from?
  93. >Saddle Arabia?
  94. >You didn't know of too many pony nations other than, say, that.
  95. "And where, exactly, are they from?"
  96. >You found it hard to imagine many other lands due to how little of the world had been explored by the Equestrian ponies.
  97. >"I was just about to touch up on that, Anon. Her homeland is the Saghai Empire, which is more west than north of Yakyakistan. We don't know as much as we wished about it, so it'd probably be best to ask her about it."
  98. >A faraway empire, huh?
  99. >At least the geographic location made a little sense.
  100. >You couldn't imagine anything other than windigos would live northwards of Yakyakistan.
  101. >The Frozen North was pretty fuckin' cold.
  102. >To the west, there were likely warmer climates that didn't require something like the Crystal Heart to keep the weather moderately pleasant.
  103. >Onto the next question you had...
  104. >It's felt somewhat impersonal to refer to this mare as 'her.'
  105. >Why not get to know her name?
  106. "So...what's her name?"
  107. >Your desire to know more knew no bounds, in this moment.
  108. >You only knew this mare as...well..
  109. >Her.
  110. >Who might she be, exactly, was important to you.
  111. >"Her name is Siltsong, Anon."
  112. >Cadence informed you of who this mystery mare was.
  113. >Her name really rolled off the tongue.
  114. >'Siltsong...'
  115. >What might she be like?
  116. >With only a name and the knowledge that she was from this mysterious Saghai Empire, you couldn't visualize her with ease.
  117. >In fact, you wonder how different Siltsong may be.
  118. >Just as you were about to ask your next question, a knock resounded from the other side of the door.
  119. >Turning your attention to the door into the Initiative's current office space, the same Royal Guard from earlier peeks their head in.
  120. >"Princess? The Saghai envoys have arrived."
  121. >Cadecne's two front hooves clop together, appearing pleased by the news.
  122. >"Great! Tell them we will be out in just a moment."
  123. >The Guardspone salutes the Princess of Love, before leaving to fulfill the task set before them.
  124. >Pushing the chair she was seated in back, Cadence stood on her four hooves.
  125. >"We best not keep them waiting, Anonymous. The eyes of the Empire are upon us."
  126. >You supposed this mare must be of a very high status in whatever land she comes from.
  127. >Leaving the comforts of your chair, You and the Princess of Love embark off to wherever you may be headed.
  128. >You were directed to the foyer of the building Cadence had made the Initiative's office, where these 'envoys' were supposed to be.
  129. >The first sight you were welcomed to were Earth Ponies in lamellar armor.
  130. >Each one of them carrying an appropriately-proportioned pike.
  131. >You presumed this was to guarantee the safety of whomever they were escorting.
  132. >After seeing the two of you approach, one of the lamellar-clad guards glances behind, staying for a moment.
  133. >Coming to a respectful distance from the non-Equestrian guards, you and Cadence halt.
  134. >You'd rather not look a fool before the ponies that possess serious weaponry.
  135. >Or make them think you were initiating aggresive actions.
  136. >It might be for the best that you try to remain chill and keep your anxiousness to yourself.
  137. >You weren't used to being confronted by so many armed and dangerous-looking poners, alright?
  138. >Nor were you used to things being this serious.
  139. >Soon, before you could nervously spill your spagooters, the formation breaks up in the front.
  140. >Behind the curtain of bodyguards was a mare dressed in a form-fitting gown.
  141. >Said gown was an eye-catching blue with white embroidery, covering most of her body.
  142. >Observing this mare's form, you could tell it was definitely on the lithe side.
  143. >Her legs were perhaps a bit more spindly that you'd expect of an Earth Pony.
  144. >Granted, you weren't planning on testing whether or not she wasn't strong.
  145. >Earth Ponies could be quite capable of feats of strength, as you came to know.
  146. >What you could see of her coat color was a light silvery-grey, gentle in tone.
  147. >Her mane was a gentle yellow and lilac two-tone, with it being fashioned into two buns that were kept in place by white tassels.
  148. >The mare's eyes were a piercing violet, a deep and royal hue.
  149. >From what you observed of her, this mare could very well signify the definition of 'regal.'
  150. >Even every step that she took was perfectly calculated and executed.
  151. >Such grace was...breathtaking, in a way.
  152. >When considering the looming terrors of war, the fact that this mare kept such an undoubtedly majestic decorum was nothing short of impressive.
  153. >The Earth Pony mare bowed before Cadence in greeting, prompting her to do the same.
  154. >Assuming this was something you should do as well, you follow through with what works for you.
  155. >You would not wish to show disrespect, if such a guest was as important as you thought they were.
  156. >After a moment of reverent silence, the graceful earthen mare finally speaks up.
  157. >Her voice was quiet and gentle, but not unheard.
  158.  
  159. >"Greetings, and Heaven's blessings upon you, Princess Mi Amore Cadenza."
  160. >Dropping her full name, huh?
  161. >You suppose she left the title of Cadence's former demense out due to understandable reasons.
  162. >Beyond that, being the Princess of Love was pretty titular for a title, was it not?
  163. >Setting your thoughts on titles and landed gentry aside, the conversation continued onward.
  164. >"A pleasure as always, Ambassador Siltsong. I presume you have come to meet the husbando you put a request in for?"
  165. >This pone is Siltsong?
  166. >The match Cadence felt was the most likely to work?
  167. >Involuntarily, you could feel your posture adopt what respectfulness it had not already.
  168. >The earthen mare nods shortly, affirming what the alicorn had assumed.
  169. >"You presume correctly; might this be him, Princess?"
  170. >You chose not to speak out of turn.
  171. >Might as well not embarrass yourself, especially with so many eyes on you.
  172. >"Indeed he is; the one and only Anonymous."
  173. >Cadence presents you to Siltsong, letting the Ambassador take in your visage.
  174. >Disregarding how graceful and majestic she looked, Siltsong's gaze could be a little intimidating.
  175. >Those powerful violet eyes of hers felt as though they were honed in discerning who you exactly where.
  176. >It wasn't some Stare-level shit, mind you.
  177. >After but a few moments of this, Siltsong stood atop her hind legs, letting her two front hooves clasp together.
  178. >She appeared quite pleased to finally be able to meet you.
  179. >"Wonderful! It is a momentous occasion to stand with you, after such an inordinant amount of time spent waiting for the illustrious and eminent Emperor's approval."
  180. >An empire would likely not be one without an Emperor, you presumed.
  181. >Well...
  182. >These Equestrians kinda complicated things, what with Princesses ruling Kingdoms and Kings ruling empires.
  183. >Hearing of this vague 'Emperor' made you think of a pone with incredible authority.
  184. >After her initial display of possible jubilation, she came back to rest on all four hooves once more.
  185. >You did have to be honest with yourself.
  186. >It was pretty cute to witness said display.
  187. >These poners knew just how to maximize their cuteness.
  188. >For humans, it would be difficult if not impossible to match their level.
  189. >Pulling yourself away from thinking too hard on the matter, you summon your best reaction for Siltsong.
  190. >You smile, and greet her with a wave.
  191. "It's nice to finally meet you, too."
  192. >You decided to play it simple for now.
  193. >To be frank, you might not be the...most experienced with romance.
  194. >And the spaghetti to eclipse the heavens should be held back.
  195. >Disregarding the scenario of flooding Canterlot in molten, nervous spagh, you hoped you made a moderately decent first impression.
  196. >A new fear rose in believing you may have played it a little too safe...
  197. >Directing her attention away from you for but a moment, Siltsong glanced over to Cadence.
  198. >"Princess Cadence, should there be nothing remaining to discuss, I believe this should conclude my visit."
  199. >A bit eager to go?
  200. >Cadence glances over to you, smiling somewhat at the situation.
  201. >"I won't keep you two, then. Best wishes, Ambassador Siltsong."
  202. >The Earth Pony mare invites you to come with her.
  203. >Cadence was just about ready to head back to resume her work as the head of the Initiative.
  204. >Slow-going, as it may be.
  205. >At Siltsong's requests, you inch closer.
  206. >The lamellar-clad guards that flank her keep their eyes on you, if only to ensure her protection.
  207. >Once within reach, Siltong takes your hand with her hoof, tugging you along.
  208. >"There is much to discuss, Anonymous! My curiosity regarding you 'humans' and where you come from must be satiated. I can't wait to know more about you!"
  209. >Despite her regal and offical appearance, she seemed to be quite excited in this moment.
  210. >The first day, meeting with a potential suitor.
  211. >Hell, it wouldn't be right if you didn't recognize some personal excitement at what the future might hold.
  212. >Beyond this shroud of darkness that was war.
  213. >You personally didn't like to think too deeply about the impending war.
  214. >The drafts for more guard batallions.
  215. >The rampant industrialization that had been encouraged.
  216. >Everything developing was to sustain a future war effort.
  217. >One that was imminent and cresting over the horizon.
  218. >As much as you wished to not be reminded of these facts, that didn't mean you could just outright deny objective reality.
  219. >War would befall the once-idyllic realm of Equestria at any day.
  220. >To keep your mood from being brought too dour, you decided to focus on the more positive aspects of today.
  221. >You met your matched mare, after spending so long in damnable waiting.
  222. >Granted, it felt a bit stilted with how that meeting progressed.
  223. >You could hope that Siltsong would be as friendly as Cadence was, beyond the grief of losing the Crystal Empire to Sombra.
  224. >At the moment, Siltsong tugged you along the streets of Canterlot, leading you to where she resided.
  225. >All the while, she prodded you for knowledge of your homeworld.
  226. >What human culture was like.
  227. >Given the impending international crisis, it still astounded you that these pones could be so enthused about what caught their fancy.
  228. >You did your best to sate her boundless curiosity at the unknown.
  229. >There were always more questions, and you were running out of answers.
  230. >Fortunately, you arrived at where she was taking you.
  231. >The placard outside read that this was the Saghai Imperial Embassy in Canterlot.
  232. >You supposed that made sense, as an Ambassador had to be readily available.
  233. >Especially in the country they were sent to.
  234. >Looking to the flags of this foreign nation, it struck you as a bit peculiar.
  235. >In comparison to Equestria, it did featured not a symbol like the golden sun representative of Celestia's realm.
  236. >Nor was it like that of the Crystal Empire before King Sombra's conquests, where it possessed an encircled snowflake in the middle of an purple backdrop, representative of the capitol city.
  237. >The flag of the Saghai Empire was a simplistic design, in comparison.
  238. >Two bars equidestent from one another rested at the top and bottom portions of the flag respectively.
  239. >The two colors of the Saghai flag were a brown-black and a color you couldn't quite place.
  240. >It resembled a cream color, but perhaps greyer?
  241. >Between the two black-brown bars was this mystery color, which occupied more space than the two horizontal strips of black-brown.
  242. >And for the final detail, towards the flagpole end of the banner was what you presumed was an elk, positioned off-center to a significant degree.
  243. >At least they would know which side to hang the colors from.
  244. >Looking around at the presumed Saghai poners, they didn't look like any kind of elk-folk to you.
  245. >Feeling curiosity of your own, you speak up and question Siltsong on the matter.
  246. "Uh, Siltsong? Not to be rude or anything, but could you tell me what the flag means? I haven't seen it before."
  247. >As you crossed into the Embassy's grounds, Siltsong dismissed the band of guards that had been following the two of you the whole trip.
  248. >"Certainly, Anonymous. To begin the story about the flag of the Saghai Empire, we should begin with how in was conceived."
  249. >The graceful earthen mare gestured for you to walk with her.
  250. >For the time being, it was a relaxing trip through the grounds of the embassy, admiring the scenery.
  251. >Reflecting on the layout of the place, the gardens were shielded by the walls and foreboding gate.
  252. >From within, such perfection was protected and accentuated.
  253. >"Long ago, the Saghai Empire possessed no flag like it does today. The only thing we could term as a flag were yellow banners flown by the Emperors; commoners are not allowed to fly such colors, nor are they allowed to have yellow brick roofs like you see here, at the Embassy."
  254. >She gestured to the magnificent building, to showcase her point.
  255. >The more you studied this grand architectural feat, the more it felt like there was visible symmetry.
  256. >You had to admit, such a thing was pretty sexy in a building.
  257. >Not that you wanted to fuck them, or anything.
  258. >That was just weird.
  259. >Giving her a nod, you encourage her to continue the story.
  260. >"Since flying the Imperial color makes little sense beyond the eminent Emperor's personal entourage, and coming into contact with other nations around the world meant we needed a symbol to represent ourselves."
  261. >That did make sense, if they were so timid to fly a yellow banner if they weren't the head hancho of the Empire.
  262. >Not having a flag in the current year wasn't ideal.
  263. >"The two horizontal, darker stripes represent Heaven at the top and the world at the bottom, with all in between being represented by the lighter, thicker stripe. The figure of an elk sits off from center significantly."
  264. >Pointing to it, Siltsong continues her lenghty discussion of her nation's colors.
  265. >"That comes from an ancient tale, when the Saghai Empire was in its infancy. Their name has been lost to time, but they are referred to as the Pathfinder. They, whomever they were, helped guide the Saghai ponies to their new homeland."
  266. >As Siltsong continues her exposition, you wonder just how much of Equestrian history you failed to read up on.
  267. >You would need a few books to catch up.
  268. >At least your little Ambassador might help with what she knew.
  269. >"And so, in honor of the Pathfinder, they were included on the flag's design as a proud symbol of our nation."
  270. >The story behind the Saghai flag came to a close, and you now had learned yourself some new knowledge.
  271. >It could be remarked that flags all claim to have a special story, this one was quite interesting.
  272. >The fact that it took the Saghai poners so long to develop a flag in comparison to Equestria was also remarkable.
  273. >A difference in culture, you presumed.
  274. "Thank you for the story, Siltsong. Never would have guessed any of that on my own."
  275. >Although, you were left with a curious question regarding why the flag had such...drab colors.
  276. >It could be inferred that brighter colors might be regarded as worthy of royalty only, such as with yellow.
  277. >That, or they just didn't have enough colorful dye for that many flags.
  278. >Either-or, really.
  279. >Siltsong appeared quite pleased in educating you about her people's history, and informing you of the hidden meanings behind their flag.
  280. >Now, however...
  281. >Now that you were alone with just her, you felt it was appropriate to ask her somewhat more intimate inquiries.
  282. >At least, more intimate than just what you could find in a dusty, old history textbook.
  283. "Siltsong? Is it alright if I ask questions that are a bit more...personal?"
  284. >The earthen mare draped in her gown glanced upwards to meet your gaze, perplexed to a degree as to what prompted your inquiry.
  285. >"It's fine, Anonymous. What might be troubling you?"
  286. >You elected to go with what sat in your mind since your discussion with Cadence.
  287. "Before we, uh, met, Princess Cadence told me there were 'political issues' in getting all of this arranged...can you tell me what those were?"
  288. >Thinking to herself for but a moment, Siltsong gives you an affirmative nod.
  289. >"I can do that, Anonymous. My...Lord, the Emperor had to approve of this betrothal between you and I, as you are - not to be insulting - a commoner and I a mare of more noble birth. It was not directly within my power to make the arrangements beyond sending in an application."
  290. >Perhaps an interesting scenario Siltsong had been placed in.
  291. >Despite carrying out the important diplomatic functions of an ambassador, she still had to go through the Emperor's decisions almost without autonomy.
  292. >Was it out of loyalty to the Emperor, or was it something else entirely?
  293. >It might be a little too much to push your questioning further on the matter.
  294. >Before you could propose the next question of your own, Siltsong presents her own quandry.
  295. >"If you would entertain questions of my own, after so many regarding human culture...what drove you to the Initiative?"
  296. >A good question as any.
  297. >You didn't know if you would have any original answer out of any other anon.
  298. >Siltsong would likely appreciate her question answered, however.
  299. "Sure, I can answer that. This probably won't be anything unique coming out of any other Normal Joe, but it's real lonely back on Earth. It just didn't feel worth staying if there was a chance at filling in that missing piece. Wasn't going to swat away a chance at it, even if it was arduous to even get here."
  300. >Siltsong listened to your basic albeit honest tale, not knowing of how difficult it was Earth-side in comparison to Equestria-side of the portal.
  301. "Every other anon out there will probably give you a similar story. Taking an offer that seemed too good to be true, all in the hope of finding what we may not have otherwise...what's your story, though?"
  302. >Adjusting her posture at the question, as though she had not expected it, Siltsong responded with her side of the story.
  303. >"It's...very isolated, living the life of an Ambassador in service of the Empire. Despite the inwards perfection of everything under the Saghai banners, it eats away at a mare. You can only go so long before such a sensation becomes overbearing."
  304. >Wow, that actually sounds pretty sad.
  305. >You wonder just how long she's been doing this for.
  306. >"Like you said earlier, the premise of some male out there, willing to make a relationship work...especially with all the fear going around recently...it seemed to good to be true. A chance at love, no matter how small."
  307. >Sounded that way, did it not?
  308. >Perhaps the both of you were testing to see if such claims could hold up against the reality of it all.
  309. >You wondered who thought they might have been the more desperate of the two of you.
  310. >While you left everything back home behind, Siltsong had to bring it to the Emperor himself to allow her hoof to be taken in betrothal.
  311. >Speaking of that...
  312. >To be betrothed...
  313. "So, uh, what might being 'betrothed' entail, Siltsong?"
  314. >That question really caught her attention.
  315. >You could tell quite easily because of the blush that had arisen and the circles she traced in the grass with her hooves.
  316. >"Y-Yes, about that...legally speaking, a betrothal is a formal agreement for a...future marriage..."
  317. >Hol up one moment.
  318. >You double-check mentally that you heard that correctly.
  319. >So, you just got engaged to an ambassador poner?
  320. >You didn't even notice that, either.
  321. >It felt as though a lot of newfound pressure had been placed upon you...
  322. >Well, if Cadence was that confident, you prayed this could all work out in the end.
  323. "Ah...I see..."
  324. >Siltsong appears a little distressed at the idea that you may be displeased with this news being broken.
  325. >"Anonymous, I'm sorry if this is unwelcome to hear, it was the only way with certainty I could ensure it would be permitted regarding my status as a member of a noble house and uphold the values that the Emperor would wish of his diplomats-"
  326. >When Siltsong got distressed about this, words flowed from her mouth as a mighty river, attempting to explain away the issue at hand.
  327. >Day one and you managed to make her start panicking.
  328. >You had to amend the situation, before it would spiral far too out of your control.
  329. >Kneeling down to her level, you do what felt most natural.
  330. >You took her hoof in your hand when you had the opportunity.
  331. >That stopped her ever-flowing explanation, allowing her gaze to settle on you.
  332. "Siltsong...I didn't mean to sound any bit negative...it's just really big news to take in so suddenly. I think I can understand the 'why' of it, and I don't really blame you."
  333. >You really couldn't, as you had left everything on Earth behind for this new life.
  334. >Siltsong had to do what she needed, as well, apparently.
  335. >It could be inferred that her family wished for her to remain chaste, if that was the reason behind such a betrothal.
  336. >As Siltsong realized the intimacy of your touch, she shyed away from your visage.
  337. >If you didn't know better, you'd think you saw a bit of a blush.
  338. >"I-...thank you, Anonymous. For understanding. It probably makes me seem like a desperate mare, I know...but it's what I promised my Emperor. I won't violate his trust in my word."
  339. >A promise was a promise.
  340. >You thought these ponies put a lot more stock in promises than humans would have.
  341. >And besides, a diplomat with no respectable word might appear untrustworthy.
  342. >An interesting start to all of this, aside from the pressures of what was soon to come.
  343. >With a bit of effort and faith, you could only hope to make it work out with Siltsong.
  344. >There wasn't much left behind you to fall back on.
  345. >There would only be one way to go, and that was forward.
  346. >Now in Equestira, with the aim of establishing your future with your betrothed.
  347. >Letting go of her hoof, you envelop her in a warm hug.
  348. >Not too rough to induce strangulation via hugs.
  349. >That would mean no more mare to give hugs unto.
  350. >That was not an ideal situation for yourself.
  351. >Not too limp-wristed.
  352. >That might convince your mare you have some serious muscular atrophy.
  353. >The perfect middle ground.
  354. >Siltsong melted into your touch, as though it were something she had been starved of.
  355. >Her spindly forelegs locked around your neck, reciprocating the hug.
  356. >Safe to say, you think the little mare loved it.
  357. >Eventually, the embrace was parted.
  358. >Siltsong's front hooves connected with the ground softly, her gaze still not meeting your own.
  359. >Now that you had a good look at her face, you could see a noticeable blush having formed.
  360. >Such a shy little poner.
  361. >You would almost not expect it from someone that has to deal with dignitaries and project the diplomatic interests of her people.
  362. >"That was...I never imagined that feeling so...amazing."
  363. >Siltsong spoke with a sort of fascination.
  364. >A fascination with the sensation of being held by her betrothed husbando.
  365. "Yeah...that was something else."
  366. >To be frank, it was exhilarating, to hug a marshmallow pone.
  367. >More so when you realized said hugs were being given out to the pone you were most likely going to spend the rest of your days with.
  368. >At first, with the whole matchmaking thing, you did have some concerns.
  369. >Perhaps a lack of faith in predestination on your part.
  370. >Perhaps no real assurances beyond just a gut feeling from a pony princess who specialized in the art of love.
  371. >There was some reason to fear for the integrity of your relationship with Siltsong in the future.
  372. >The tainting of love back on earth brought with it reasonable cynicism, even for the most hopeless romantic.
  373. >However, in that short moment...
  374. >Something told you this might work out nicely.
  375. >Hell, it might even become more than just what you were looking for.
  376. >To savor those moments that might let your romance blossom.
  377. >You'd imagine it being like delighting in the succulence of your favorite food or drink.
  378. >You didn't need to huff it down like you were chompin' down on broken fucking glass.
  379. >Skipping all of the moments in between.
  380. >If your thoughts on the question of love were correct, it was something to be taken at a comfortable pace.
  381. >Grabbing your attention, Siltsong spoke up, breaking your concentration on what romance might be closest ascibed to.
  382. >"Anonymous, shall we head inside? For the foreseeable future, we'll both be living here, on Embassy grounds."
  383. >Well, that did seem like it might be quite important.
  384. >Siltsong would be correct, as you and her would be dwelling in the Saghai Imperial Embassy for the length of her diplomatic mission to Equestria.
  385. >However long that may be.
  386. >With a nod, you ask for Siltsong to show you around.
  387. "Yeah, getting to know the place might be a little important."
  388. >You jested with a somewhat nervous chuckle.
  389. >Siltsong once more took you by the hand with her hoof, eager to show you around.
  390. >Despite how spindly her legs may be, and the delicate appearance of her hooves, she still had that inherent earth pony strength.
  391. >Following Siltsong inside the north-facing entrance, you are greeted with the sight of many mares in humbler colors of a similar outfit to which Siltsong wore.
  392. >In the moment, they were busy doing tasks that would be described as menial work to maintain the place.
  393. >Upon seeing the Ambassador walk in, the mares halt their tasks and give a respectful bow to Siltsong.
  394. >Siltsong herself gives a shorter one in greeting to them.
  395. >One of the first, a cream-colored mare with a light blue mane, addresses Siltsong.
  396. >"Welcome back to the Embassy, my Lady. Are you in need of any refreshment?"
  397. >From their behavior and tasks set before them, you presumed they fulfilled the role of handmaidens.
  398. >Eh...maybe 'hoofmaidens' would be the terminology for Equestria?
  399. >While you were mentally tripping over yourself regarding proper terminaology, Siltsong addressed the subserviant mares.
  400. >"As a matter of fact, I am. Should we have it, prepare some jasmine tea for myself and Anonymous."
  401. >Dutifully, the hand-or-hoofmaiden left to complete the objective set before her.
  402. >The rest resumed their duties whenever Siltsong requested nothing of them.
  403. >Now inside, Siltsong actually begins to describe more about the place.
  404. >She first explained the layout of the Embassy, mainly to inform you of where exactly everything was.
  405. >The two smaller, adjacent buildings (within the property) east and west of the Embassy were the servant's quarters when they were not attending to the individuals staying there nor their guests.
  406. >The front was where guests, envoys from Equestria, etcetera were received and properly dealt with.
  407. >Within the space between the larger and more noticeable structure to the south, there was an interior courtyard for whatever caught an Ambassador's fancy.
  408. >Siltsong showed you through the both of them, being relatively quick about it.
  409. >There wasn't really much to them, beyond what purpose they served and their general appearance.
  410. >Something you have noticed about them was that the roof was considerably lower than it was for Canterlot Castle.
  411. >Not to where you had to duck to enter, but assuredly not as grandiose by any means.
  412. >That wasn't to say a lot of detail was wasted in being entirely dull.
  413. >Much care was taken in ensuring the Embassy made a bold and delightful impression on every guest.
  414. >Each ornate detail was painstakingly taken into account, and the interior colors chosen to properly display imperial majesty.
  415. >The courtyard was one of your favorite places thus far.
  416. >It felt incredibly peaceful, and the symmetry of its design gifted it a sensation of balance within.
  417. >The quiet, still tranquility of the courtyard brought contenance and respite.
  418. >In the middle of it all was a presumed shrine, resting in an 'island' surrounded by still water.
  419. >All of it was immaculately constructed, everything having a place and purpose.
  420. >Before Siltsong could lead you along to the residence proper of the structure, the servant pone from earlier came bearing the tea requested.
  421. >"My Lady, the refreshment you requested..."
  422. >Another mare had come along to carry the tray the drink came atop.
  423. >The complication of not being able to use magic, you would suppose.
  424. >Siltsong appeared quite pleased to see the arrival of the subservient earthen mares.
  425. >"Wonderful! If you would be so kind, set the arrangement in the center of the courtyard. Anonymous and I shall have our tea there."
  426. >Abiding Siltsong's request, they come to the central island, and set the tray down upon a table barely elevated from the ground.
  427. >Siltsong promptly dismisses them, allowing you and her some privacy.
  428. >Inviting you over, the ambassador pone sits opposite of you.
  429. >You may not be the afficionado of tea.
  430. >Nor exactly were you connoisseur of more elegant lifestyles that noblemares enjoyed.
  431. >You'd at least give the beverage a sample, for Siltsong.
  432. >The earth pone poured you a cup, steam rising gently as it filled the vessel.
  433. >After offering you the courtesy of doing so, Siltsong poured some for herself.
  434. >The methodology of taking a sip for her gave off a more refined appearance.
  435. >You had less of such grace, not displaying the pretentions of the nobility.
  436. >Rather than appearing to take offence, Siltsong seemed...
  437. >She seemed to find it curious.
  438. >Perhaps it was a sort of fascination with your more unelegent displays.
  439. >Setting your observations aside, everything felt at ease in that courtyard.
  440. >Despite the pressures from the outside world, the inwards perfection of Siltsong's residence helped ease the tension.
  441. >As though it were not really there in the first place.
  442. >You never knew beforehand just what kind of weight the knowledge of impending war created.
  443. >Unfortunately, the tenuous peace would not last forever.
  444. >You noticed a sound quite similar to a fire starting nearby you.
  445. >Fearing that something unpleasant was to befall this little slice of sanctuary, you look around.
  446. >Whatever initiated such a sound was quickly discerned.
  447. >It was the shrine-like structure nearby the two of you.
  448. >The gateway at its top had been materializing a scroll.
  449. >While you pondered over such a construct, Siltsong sighed and set her up of tea down to investigate.
  450. >Scroll in hoof, she came back to the table to unseal it.
  451. >The script was much different than that of Equestria's, another factor of the foreign culture of the Saghai pones.
  452. >It was written vertically, top to bottom, and was read from left to right.
  453. >At least, that was what you could infer from Siltsong's eyes gliding over the text.
  454. >Her mood seemed to fall as she read over the contents you could not understand.
  455. >As she completed her reading of the missive, Siltsong sighed heavily.
  456. >Curious of what might be the issue, you question her on the topic.
  457. "Siltsong? Pardon my ignorance, but what does it say?"
  458. >Directing her eeys to meet your face, Siltsong responded.
  459. >"It's a development on the...situation...regarding the Crystal 'Empire.' One of my...associates is reporting that they believe they observed troop movements on part of the crystal ponies. Marching to a possible battlefront."
  460. >And you two were having a nice, quiet moment together, too...
  461. "Do they know where to, exactly?"
  462. >You ask, if only out of concern for what this might mean in the future.
  463. >"They do not know exactly, but they believe it might be towards the state of Yakyakistan and Equestria. No real information to discern if the Saghai Empire is under any threat."
  464. >The Dark King must be mobilizing for war, then.
  465. >Did that mean war had already been declared, or was that yet to be delivered?
  466. >More importantly, you believe this knowledge should be brought before powers that might be needing this knowledge.
  467. "You, uh...you're going to pass this kind of news onto Princess Celestia, right?"
  468. >Siltsong gave you a nod, if only an idle-minded one.
  469. >"Of course. A gesture of good faith and all that. I will have to send word of this before long."
  470. >Siltsong's gaze lingered on you for a few moments longer, before diverting away.
  471. >"Such news is...unwelcome. Forgive me for putting a damper on the atmosphere, Anonymous..."
  472. >She looked a little sullen that she had to be the bearer of bad news.
  473. >Out of not wanting her to look so sad, you give the mare another warm, tender hug.
  474. >Welcoming your embrace, Siltsong rested her head against your shoulder as her forelegs returned the affectionate gesture.
  475. >"Will it know no end? How long must this hang over our heads without certainty?"
  476. >You assumed she was referring to the not-quite-at-war time the world was wrapped in.
  477. >Frankly, you didn't have an answer.
  478. >You didn't know who might stop all this madness.
  479. >All you could do is offer a hug, a warm embrace for Siltsong to melt into.
  480. >The missive sent for the Saghai ambassador that was your betrothed reminded you of the frailty of this peace.
  481. >It was not one that had been enjoyed before King Sombra's return.
  482. >Naught was it the prosperity brought by nations that wished not for the horrors of war.
  483. >It was the uncertain future that was only regarded as peace until the illusion fell.
  484. >When all the wrong elements would fall into their assigned places, and what remained of peace would evaporate.
  485. >For now, however, you still had the time to savor what was left of this tenuous calm before it was gone.
  486. >Siltsong helped to remind you of this, pointing out that there was still tea to be had.
  487. >The Saghai pone really didn't like wasting any of it, or letting it get too cold.
  488. >"To waste any of this water taken from the rivers of heaven itself would be sinful."
  489. >Siltsong's words of wisdom rang true.
  490. >While you may not have been the biggest fan of tea on Earth, jasmine was kinda nice.
  491. >It had a hint of sweetness without sugar, and it possessed such a wonderful aroma.
  492. >Even with the knowledge of encroaching, entropic darkness soon to cover the land...
  493. >There was something to enjoy in life's simple pleasures.
  494. >It at least did bring some form of sense back into the world, from where you stood.
  495. >Eventually, the tea had been finished, and none was left to further delight oneself in.
  496. >Looking up to the sky from the open-aired courtyard, you'd judge it to be late in the afternoon.
  497. >The sky had turned a golden-orange as the sun was being lowered beyond the horizon.
  498. >The eternal dance of the sun and moon, following one another across the sky endlessly.
  499. >The subtle clattering of porcelain breaks you away from your judging of the approximate time.
  500. >The handmaidens of Siltsong were taking the tea set to be cleaned.
  501. >Leaving the dishes out to the elements was not desirable in any way.
  502. >Siltsong thanked them for the service.
  503. >You didn't take her to be a cruel pone.
  504. >Such an idea was alien to you for a vast majority of the marshmallow equines here in Equestria.
  505. >There were...exceptions.
  506. >Dragging yourself away from that line of thought before you make yourself upset, you see the subservient maids pardon themselves.
  507. >You and your betrothed were left alone once more as they went to fulfill their daily tasks.
  508. >"As the day fades away, do you wish to retire to my quarters?"
  509. >Taking you out to 'dinner' and inviting you to her bedroom?
  510. >Things are moving a little quicker than you'd expected.
  511. "Well, you're okay with that, right?"
  512. >Realizing one possible implication of the sentence she just uttered, Siltsong rubbed her delicate hooves together and nervously guffawed.
  513. >"Is it not appropriate for a betrothed couple to share a dwelling?"
  514. >That was an excellent point to be had.
  515. >You likened a betrothal to an engagement, if only in different terminology.
  516. >The fact that you had been engaged to this mare without forewarning was not lost on you.
  517. >'Twas not unpleasant information, however.
  518. "You got me there, Siltsong."
  519. >You might be a little late of a sleeper, but you presumed Siltsong had to keep a strict and more disciplined routine.
  520. >She did have to fulfill a very important function as part of her diplomatic mission on part of the Saghai people.
  521. >With your lack of a rebuttal, the earth pone led you along to her personal residence.
  522. >Technically, the whole place was that.
  523. >This section was the most personal part of it.
  524. >Entering the home of your betrothed mare, you find that there was plenty of room.
  525. >All of it reserved for a single occupant.
  526. >It would undoubtedly make anyone feel quite lonely.
  527. >All of their demense to themselves, and they could not hope to share it for the longest time.
  528. >Around the premises, there were quite a few pictures from the distant homeland she hailed from.
  529. >The scenery was nothing short of breathtaking.
  530. >It was as though the Saghai lived with the nature around them.
  531. >It did make some level of sense from an earth pony's perspective.
  532. >They had a special connection to the nature around them, a bond that tied them closely with the land.
  533. >Despite the massive urbanization of some of the cities, it looked as though it flowed with the nature around it.
  534. >For lack of a better term, it was not so separate as Canterlot or the Crystal Castle may appear.
  535. >Of course, said cities still were quite easily described as such.
  536. >It wasn't a collection of thatch huts made out of mud bricks.
  537. >Perhaps it was their style of building that made it not so readily apart from the nature around it.
  538. >It did leave quite an impression, did it not?
  539. >Tearing yourself away from the images, you arrived at what you could guess with safety was Siltsong's room.
  540. >The first thing to jump out at you was most certainly the number of bookshelves.
  541. >All of them were quite simply stocked with many tomes, foreign and domestic.
  542. >The ones you could tell weren't Equestrian had that same script from the missive, flowing along the spines elegantly.
  543. >They also were a bit partial to being real thicc books.
  544. >Probably because there was only so small one could make the slowing text before it became unrecognizable.
  545. >The Equestrian-friendly novels were, to your recognition, romantic novels.
  546. >There were other genres to fill out the spaces between, but the most prevalent you could recognize were the imaginary escapades into the realm of cheesy love.
  547. >Near one of the north-facing windows was a desk with a paintbrush and inkwell.
  548. >You supposed that Siltsong had a preference for utilizing a brush instead of the fine point of a quill.
  549. >Curious as that may be from your standpoint.
  550. >As you breathed in the atmosphere of the room, Siltsong began to undress from her normal gown.
  551. >Shyly, she slipped out of the silken dress, letting you take in the full sight of the mare.
  552. >This allowed you an opportunity to view what her cutie mark was, if she even possessed one.
  553. >It seemed to be a simplistic outline of what you presumed to be a lotus, with a musical note in the center of the outline.
  554. >The lotus itself was the same royal violet of her eyes, with the musical note being surprisingly a teal color.
  555. >The note stood out from the rest of her colors in that it was, perhaps, much cooler a color than the warmth of yellow and regality of violet.
  556. >Even the lilac of her mane and tail was not as cool as the teal of the note.
  557. >On another note, without the gown covering the rest of her pone body, it made Siltsong look...
  558. >Ever more majestic, somehow.
  559. >It was difficult to describe just how it really worked when a pone wears an outfit for so long, it's incredibly intimate when they just take it all off.
  560. >It left you awestruck every time you observed such an instance.
  561. >Even if this was, y'know, the first of which.
  562. >Siltsong gave you a shy little smile, before recalling one of her duties.
  563. >One of which she had told you about when you learned that war was ever closer to being realized.
  564. >She had yet to compose her own missives for both Princess Celestia and whomever her 'associate' was.
  565. >"Forgive me once more, Anonymous, I must take care of something. I cannot shirk my responsibilities."
  566. >Taking a seat at her desk, Siltsong first handles the letter for Princess Celestia.
  567. >She wrote utilizing her mouth, as it was much easier for a magic-less pone for the purpose of writing.
  568. >Siltsong attempted to be quick about it, but she had to take writing in Equestrian script a little slowly.
  569. >It wasn't what she was used to writing.
  570. >After compiling a substantial letter for the Sun Princess, now was time for the second letter.
  571. >Taking the paintbrush with her mouth, Siltsong made sure it was properly coated in ink once more before beginning with her next letter.
  572. >For the native script of her kinsfolk, she could actually write quite quickly.
  573. >The fine strokes of her brush and practiced technique were quite the spectacle to witness.
  574. >With both the letters ready for their respective recipients, Siltsong cleaned her brush before setting it down once more.
  575. >"There, done. No more responsibilities left unfulfilled. We now have a night to ourselves, Anonymous."
  576. >Free from responsibility is exactly how you liked your evenings to be.
  577. >You supposed Siltsong would deliver those letters tomorrow.
  578. >When pones were actually awake to receive them.
  579. >Siltsong's day was over, and another would be coming.
  580. >It had yet to crest over the horizon, however.
  581. >She could take the time to relax for tonight.
  582. >Standing up from her desk, the earth pone stretched her legs.
  583. >You do your best to not stare, as, well...
  584. >You found yourself admiring the gracefulness of her physique.
  585. >'Mirin her figure, and all that.
  586. >It was impossible to not realize that she was quite a beautiful mare.
  587. >Must be the fact she wasn't wearing anything anymore.
  588. >Facing you once more, Siltsong gave you a smile, inviting you to bed.
  589. >You accept the invitation, without a doubt.
  590. >The moment you laid down, the little mare was on top of you.
  591. >Sprawled out atop your chest, giving you the best hug she could.
  592. >With a mare atop you, and yourself against a rather plush, warm bed...
  593. >You felt you were going to have a real good night's sleep.
  594. >As Siltsong cuddled with you, she sighed with a sort of bittersweet happiness.
  595. >"You wouldn't believe how lonely a comfortable bed can be, Anonymous...realizing that despite all the perfection within the Emperor's lands...there was always something - well, somepony - missing from that picture."
  596. >Siltsong's head rested against your chest, doing her best to embrace all of you but being unable as the little mare.
  597. >She would still try with all her heart, though
  598. >"It wasn't so difficult to set such a realization of being alone aside, when I was a younger mare. I could stand on my own and serve faithfully under the Emperor. A life fulfilled for the glory of the Saghai Empire..."
  599. >Siltsong spoke with such...reverence.
  600. >As though it meant the world to her.
  601. >She clearly put it as such an important pillar of her life, but even with it held in such high regard, she sought out what a love of country could not bring.
  602. >The bonds of love for another.
  603. >Something that could be mutually reciprocated.
  604. >"I know it makes a mare seem...desperate, seeking out any means - no matter how much a siren's song they sound - what she's been missing in her life. Hearing about colts, hailing from another dimension and willing to come here for a chance at love, why not give it a chance? Better than leaving yourself hanging dry and alone..."
  605. >Siltsong sighed, remaining close to you and holding on tight.
  606. >"It's only been hours since we met...but it's nice to not sleep alone anymore. The bed feels much warmer that way..."
  607. >Reflecting on it, the relationship you had been starting to develop with Siltsong might be a friendly puppy-love, at the moment.
  608. >Her words once more rang true.
  609. >Being able to go to bed, and not have it feel so empty or alone...
  610. >It was undoubtedly much more pleasant.
  611. >Her eyes fluttered closed, the earthen mare starting to drift off to sleep atop you.
  612. >Looking out to the sky, the last vestiges of sunlight had faded.
  613. >A mare that rose with the sun, and went to sleep with the moon.
  614. >You spent a good long time just...holding Siltsong.
  615. >You didn't feel as tired as she must have, or something.
  616. >All you wanted to spend your evening hours doing was just admiring her.
  617. >Taking in her visage.
  618. >Her coat felt so soft, and well-cared for.
  619. >With a mare in your arms, you eventually felt sleep call your name.
  620. >Closing your eyes, you departed with a new warmth close at hand.
  621. >When you came to, you realized that the warmth of having a mare in your arms was not there.
  622. >Curious to see if it was all a dream, if only to dispell any worries you may have, you take a look around.
  623. >A bed that was far, far too expenseive for you to ever own lay beneath you.
  624. >Rows of books stacked immaculately and well-kept in their shelves.
  625. >A desk meant for someone of pone stature.
  626. >And a roof that was not as high as you had been accustomed to.
  627. >Yep, you think you could say that you were in Ambassador Siltsong's private quarters.
  628. >You would do the standard procedure for making absolutely certain it wasn't a dream.
  629. >Grabbing your left nut and giving it a squeeze.
  630. >A sacred practice for anyone who felt they may be stuck in some sort of weird dreamstate.
  631. >However, you wished not for anyone to hear you screaming like a little bitch.
  632. >A simple realization that you could feel the covers beneath you and the regulated temperature of the room was good enough.
  633. >Getting up from your slumbering position, you wonder where exactly had Siltsong gone off to.
  634. >She was a mare invested in the world of politics, as was her position in Equestria.
  635. >Perhaps she had to prepare for a long day ahead of her?
  636. >Maybe she had to meet with foreign dignitaries for talks regarding the impending war?
  637. >Like hell you knew what, exactly.
  638. >The two letters compiled from last night were no longer on her desk.
  639. >However, there was a new one that was still in the works.
  640. >Siltsong had gotten through about halfway through writing it, and stopped there shortly after.
  641. >It was in that vertically-written, ornate script native to this western land of enigma.
  642. >Looks like you weren't going to get an opportunity to spy on what she was doing.
  643. >Wiping the rest of the drowsy from your waking mind, you think it might be a good idea to find out where she had gone.
  644. >If only so you don't have to worry where she might be.
  645. >Opening the door to allow yourself into the rest of the residence, you venture forth.
  646.  
  647. >Your stroll began slowly, examining what may be on the walls or placed on pedestals for decoration.
  648. >Occasionally, you came across pictures of Siltsong and ponies you had no context for.
  649. >A good number of them were wth a particular pone who was clad in the same armor as the guards.
  650. >Their was a difference between helmet choice, though.
  651. >Instead of a round, felt-lined one possessing a spike similar to a pickelhaube with a dyed ribbon, they possessed one more ornate.
  652. >It had similarities in being rounded, but it connected to the rest of their uniform alongisde the neck with a bit of a shroud.
  653. >It still retained the protrusion upwards the previous helmets did, but was without a ribbon.
  654. >Rather, two long feathers flanked the spike, coming from closer to the forehead of the helmet.
  655. >Quite a contrast, you would say, in comparison to the serious-looking guards of the Embassy.
  656. >Siltsong was also in the picture with this unknown pone, riding on their back.
  657. >She looked quite pleased in herself, eyes closed and smiling bright.
  658. >This was, of course, when the Ambassador was but a young little pone.
  659. >Otherwise, this might be a little weird.
  660. >The mystery pony before you appeared to be a stallion, smiling a bit softer than than the young Siltsong.
  661. >You presumed they must have been close.
  662. >Close kin, most likely.
  663. >Thinking upon it, Siltsong must have plenty of family in the Saghai military.
  664. >Either that, or a military career was a good way to move on up in the world of the Empire.
  665. >Like, getting a position in the nobility kind of good.
  666. >You'd have to bring it up with Siltsong whenever you saw her again.
  667. >Passing by more images, a good number of those close to her did indeed share a military career, as with this other unnamed stallion of war.
  668. >There was more to all of it than just admiring stallions in uniform, mind you.
  669. >Other images moved on to other significant moments in her life.
  670. >One of them was Siltsong poring over texts, looking quite drained and in need of rest.
  671. >You couldn't discern what any of it might say, but you did have an idea.
  672. >She must have been studying for something as important as an entrance exam.
  673. >The somewhat-less-younger Siltsong had broken her attention for just a moment before some pone let the camera stun her with a flash.
  674. >From the looks of it, the material the earth mare had to study must be taken with utmost seriousness.
  675. >You couldn't really have an effect on it in the present but you hoped that Siltsong's past self did well on whatever she needed to.
  676. >In between glancing at more images of what the mare in question had done throughout her sheltered life, you spot talismans spread throughout the building.
  677. >Each one, alongside the photographs littered throughout, was positioned to maintain symmetry.
  678. >For what purpose, you do not know.
  679. >To keep the balance of the building intact, or to prevent a disgusting eyesore of asymmetry from ruining one's day.
  680. >Either could be a valid point hard to refute.
  681. >Whatever the purpose, it did its purpose in keeping things feeling pretty...balanced.
  682. >For lack of a better term to ascribe to the sensation you felt within these walls.
  683. >For the purpose of the talismans themselves, you were no expert.
  684. >Perhaps to ward off evil, or bring with them good fortune to those inside.
  685. >Yeah, those sounded like they were good answers.
  686. >Without anyone to reprimand you for not being a wall-charm connoisseur of their degree, you could remain secure in your assumptions.
  687. >For now.
  688. >Continuing along your journey to see where your betrothed had gone off to, you strolled forth once more.
  689. >Something else you had come to notice was the fact that this embassy stressed the importance of not being too tall.
  690. >Breadth mattered more than height in this building's case.
  691. >In fact, the pictures you did see of the Saghai heartland only reinforced this concept, with every building aiming to keep a wide profile rather than a tall one.
  692. >If there was no other room to expand, then it would go upward.
  693. >That was kind of an inevitable fate the more you thought about it, really.
  694. >That just meant there were more places to look per floor for Siltsong.
  695. >Not as many stairs to ascend or descend, however.
  696. >Going downstairs a flight after getting nowhere at the top floor, you notice this floor had paintings instead of photographs.
  697. >Very big paintings, as a matter of fact.
  698. >From what you could tell, these were silk paintings, as there wasn't a canvas like you knew it.
  699. >It was nice and thinn as they hung from the walls.
  700. >One of the more impressive ones you could see appeared to depict a battle at the banks of a river.
  701. >The defender was the one being portrayed in a more benign light, even as they appeared to not have the numbers advantage.
  702. >The attention to every detail was, well, stunning.
  703. >You didn't know all the artsy devices, but it did captivate the imagination.
  704. >What must have happened in that time frame?
  705. >Who ended up being the victor?
  706. >You would not know, as Imperial Saghai history was not anything you were versed in.
  707. >Not understanding a thing they wrote might also compound the problem for you.
  708. >Leaving the realm of detailed artistry, you remind yourself of what you had come down for.
  709. >Appreciating the fine works that dotted the place could be saved for a little later.
  710. >Passing by one of the doors on this particular floor, you hear some familiar voices chatting.
  711. >Stopping for a moment, you tune in to listen.
  712. >It sounded like it was Siltsong, and a few of the handmaidens that served under her.
  713. >They were in the middle of whatever it was they had been discussing.
  714. >"...told him how I felt about finally meeting him, right before falling asleep. It felt right to do that, but...was it far too forward? Am I doing anything wrong?"
  715. >Siltsong confided with those subservient mares, sounding as though she really desired earnest advice.
  716. >Connecting the dots, you had a fair idea of just what the matter at hand was.
  717. >The events of last night, and how they might think.
  718. >The mare you most recognized by appearance and voice spoke up, offering her opinion.
  719. >"My Lady, I do not believe it was a misstep on your part. Letting your stallion know what you feel is better than bringing the subject up and closing yourself off."
  720. >Following her words, the rest seemed to give approval for her words.
  721. >It was a pause before Siltsong suggested her next quandary for them to consider, and offer advice.
  722. >"Do you think I may be taking it too quickly with Anonymous? Admittedly...we have just met. It's only been a day since we've first seen each other."
  723. >A different mare you could not quite recognize was the first to speak up.
  724. >"You're betrothed to him, my Lady, you should take things at what pace you desire. You aren't in any real rush to tie the knot, are you?"
  725. >One of the other servant-confidents debated a different case to the Ambassador.
  726. >"Not to suggest you're desperate, my Lady, but perhaps you should...take it slower? Not that you should hide just how you feel for him, perish the thought!"
  727. >You could practically feel the judgemental looks as she realized the implications of what she spoke.
  728. >As though the others believed it might be nothing short of seditious to the canon established earlier.
  729. >The silence that followed a bit longer than the last one.
  730. >The piercing sensation of judgemental stares was broken as Siltsong asked the mare in question what she meant.
  731. >"...What might you suggest? About taking it a bit slower? Heaven and Ancestors, I really want this to work..."
  732. >Now feeling as though there were not as many eyes on her, the mare in question spoke her piece.
  733. >"It...It might be best to get to know him, my Lady. Not just the 'human'-ness of him, but him, specifically."
  734. >You assumed that she must have meant in the way that lovers evolved from finding that attraction to one another.
  735. >That little thing that, in a way, began as friendship.
  736. >The situation that you and Siltsong found yourselves in was a might more...complicated.
  737. >Due to the fact that you were already engaged to her, there was a significant skip in steps.
  738. >Not that it was done entirely of desperation to get hitched.
  739. >There was a part of the matter that ran a bit deeper than that.
  740. >Presumably, it was a policy put in place by the royal house that Siltsong was born into.
  741. >Whatever that may be, she needed to be betrothed to a potential suitor.
  742. >Siltsong, for her part, spoke up after hearing and properly wrapping her head around her confident's words.
  743. >"I suppose that would be an important start. A mare can only hope to know her partner if all she knows is the general aspects of human culture, not anything about the stallion in question."
  744. >It was an interesting conversation to overhear, on this little escapade.
  745. >Even if it did make you look like you were snooping in on private matters.
  746. >It was a very...intimate conversation, to say the least.
  747. >One that many might wish to keep private.
  748. >Aside from that, it was fairly insightful to find out a little more about the relationship between Siltsong and her handmaidens.
  749. >Even if she lived an isolated and sheltered existence, she at least had someone there for her to discuss her more private affairs.
  750. >To confide how she felt about matters most personal.
  751. >Given that Siltsong might not have too many friends made over the course of her career, her servants likely ended up in a strange substituted role of that.
  752. >Friends that kept the premises clean and tidy, and helped out with what Siltsong needed them for.
  753. >For free.
  754. >As their conversation came to a bit of a close, you realized your predicament.
  755. >You had just eavesdropped in on a very private conversation, and waiting outside would look quite awkward.
  756. >It might not go over well, especially if you just kept standing out there like some dolt.
  757. >Time felt as though it slowed as you considered your options.
  758. >You could hightail it out of here, and get back to the room.
  759. >You'd have to make sure nobody heard your retreat, however.
  760. >Or, you could go for something else.
  761. >You had been searching for Siltsong, and you found her.
  762. >Maybe a knock on the door and asking if she was in there might work...?
  763. >Placed in the situation you were in, you'd hope either might go over at least well.
  764. >You felt like being an absolute madman today, so you took the risk of giving a knock.
  765. >Part of you felt like this would be a horrible decision, but you had already followed through with it.
  766. >No turning back now that the sound of your knocking filled the room in their silence.
  767. "Uh, Siltsong? Are you in there? You weren't in bed when I woke up, and I was wondering where you went off to..."
  768. >Luckily, you still had a bit of drowsiness in your voice.
  769. >Hopefully, that sounded convincing enough.
  770. >Siltsong was quick to respond, sounding quite surprised to hear your voice.
  771. >For good reason, considering the circumstances.
  772. >"O-Oh! Anonymous, you're awake now! Uhm, I'll be out in a few minutes; while you were sleeping, I thought it was appropriate to get groomed for the day...pardon me for not leaving a notice..."
  773. >So that's what's going on back there?
  774. >You guess that made things easier on an earth pony.
  775. >Despite the flexibility of their forelegs, you'd imagine it was just as difficult.
  776. >Such as making sure Siltsong's coat along her back was groomed to perfection.
  777. >As well as keeping her mane in the style of those two 'ox-horns' that was shared across a few of the servants.
  778. >Some did possess a mane fashioned into a single bun, but it was not as common as the twin, smaller buns.
  779. >Like many things involving these Saghai poners, you'd assume it had some deeper meaning.
  780. >A lot of their culture was vested in some form of symbolism, to a certain extent.
  781. >To not keep your mare in silence, you acknowledge her response.
  782. "It's alright, Siltsong, was just curious and all."
  783. >Before you could get any more words in, your betrothed mare got in a reminder for you.
  784. >"In the meantime, Anonymous, I remember seeing a letter from Princess Cadence addressed to you. One of my hoofmaids brought it to my attention before you came down, and it should be left in my quarters to my knowledge."
  785. >Now that got you thinking.
  786. >What might the Princess need of you?
  787. >You wouldn't know until you went up there and read yourself up on what Cadence sent you.
  788. "Thanks for the heads-up, Siltsong. I'll be up there in the meantime, while I wait for you to be free."
  789. >You depart for the bedroom, hearing more chatter erupt.
  790. >Alas, you could not discern what it was, as it was just out of comprehensive range.
  791. >That, and too many voices were going at once to understand them.
  792. >Taking the stairs and hoping you don't get lost, you head through the halls of memorabilia back to Siltsong's private quarters.
  793. >Turns out, she was right.
  794. >A new letter was resting right on top of the one Siltsong had been working on for a while.
  795. >Sitting at the bedside, you peel open the parcel and withdraw the parchment within.
  796. >Unfurling the letter inside, you marvel at how postage can be so captivating.
  797. >You don't have email or anything, so this was the only way to keep in contact with the friends you made.
  798. >Such was life in pretty pony land.
  799. >A small sacrifice made for a chance at finding the love of your life.
  800. >The letter from the Princess of Love opened with a standard greeting, nothing too fancy.
  801. >A hello to an acquaintance made over the course of this husband-waifu-pairing journey.
  802. >The purpose of this little missive was to check on how you and Siltsong were taking to one another.
  803. >As she did not possess the Crystal Heart to find the absolute best chance of success, Cadence wanted to know if anything was going wrong.
  804. >Or if you were taking to one another well enough.
  805. >Keeping in touch with those that came through the Initiative's door was important to its goal of bringing more love into the world.
  806. >The same world that had seen much of its light fade from fear.
  807. >That, and it was a pleasant distraction from the Crystal Invasion, its due date drawing ever near.
  808. >Just focusing on her talent and not something Cadence had never asked for in her life.
  809. >Being roped into what was describably the opposite of spreading love.
  810. >In a postscript, just between you and her...
  811. >The Sun Princess herself was not having a great day at all.
  812. >The news delivered from Ambassador Siltsong had brought a healthy helping of a wakeup call for breakfast.
  813. >It had inspired ever-increasing concern, and a panic to prepare for the defense of the Equestrian nation.
  814. >She was thankful that there was some form of forewarning.
  815. >Aside from the obvious expansionist overtures of the Tyrant in the North, troop movements were an obvious concern.
  816. >Everything she did was to progress the war effort along nicely.
  817. >To prepare against being swept off her hooves in the most unpleasant sense of the word.
  818. >Cadence remarked that peace felt as though it were already gone in Canterlot Castle.
  819. >War had not even been declared, yet...
  820. >Giving you best wishes, the Princess of Love closed the letter, awaiting your reply.
  821. >Hearing from Cadence was...bittersweet.
  822. >It was pleasant to hear that she cared about what she was doing at the Initiative.
  823. >Not just leaving you high and dry if anything had gone wrong.
  824. >Perish the thought that it was, at the moment.
  825. >Even if it was just the first days, you had found Siltsong a nice mare.
  826. >Some cuddles may or may not have generously impressed upon you what you felt of her.
  827. >However, regarding the other development, you imagined this was not easy on the displaced Princess.
  828. >Knowing that peace had effectively left the castle, and all was being put behind the war effort.
  829. >Well, it had probably been that way for a little while.
  830. >Now, it was being pushed even harder.
  831. >The last trappings of peace were fading from the land.
  832. >All everyone else was waiting for was the ball to drop.
  833. >Without knowing when it would, the tension in the atmosphere was palpable.
  834. >If it weighed this heavily on the commoner, you could only imagine how it was for the Princesses.
  835. >As you thought of how best you'd get a response letter penned, it seemed your betrothed returned.
  836. >"What might it say, Anonymous?"
  837. >Glancing away from the letter, you give your mare a little smile.
  838. >Siltsong was back in her usual attire, blue silken gown with white trim that kept a balance between snug and form-fitting and remaining nice and loose.
  839. >Her coat had certainly caught your attention.
  840. >It was as though it gleamed brilliantly in the sunlight, the silvery hue being a most satisfactory one on the eyes.
  841. >Not being so vibrant as to hurt, but how it caught the golden sun's rays...
  842. >Every care was taken to ensure that her appearance was most pleasing.
  843. >And, surprisingly, it had an effect on you.
  844. >It took you a moment to respond, breaking away from her beauty.
  845. "Uh...just seeing how we're doing, and all. I guess you sent that message to Celestia sometime this morning, while I was out?"
  846. >Siltsong gave an affirmative nod, as it was no longer there upon her desk.
  847. >She also supposed that Cadence had mentioned something about it.
  848. >"That I have, my betrothed...presumably, Princess Cadence wrote about that?"
  849. >You nodded, her assumption being correct.
  850. >Siltsong appeared...uncertain.
  851. >Of what, you had a general idea.
  852. >Thanks in no small part to that little talk between her and her hoofmaids.
  853. >It was also nice to finally have that term squared off.
  854. >No more needing to worry about how best to address their position.
  855. >You know, in case you needed to.
  856. >Siltsong's violet eyes met your visage, the earthen mare posing a request of you.
  857. >"For today, the Saghai Imperial Embassy will be closed. Would you wish to explore the city, and spend some time with one another?"
  858. >A little request for some couple-only time?
  859. >Taking a nice little stroll?
  860. >That would sound quite relaxing.
  861. >Even though this place was more like a monastery than an Embassy, getting out might do some good in forgetting the time of troubles cresting over the hills.
  862. "Don't see why not, you have any places in mind you want to head off to? Also...are the guards coming along?"
  863. >You asked the last question with a hint of unease.
  864. >Not that you weren't understanding of their purpose, as they were there to protect the Ambassador.
  865. >However, the constant, steely gazes watching your every move were perhaps a bit disconcerting.
  866. >"The Saghai Empire has few enemies, if any. It will be just us, my betrothed."
  867. >If that was what she desired.
  868. >"Might you be ready to go, Anonymous?"
  869. >You really had nothing else to do.
  870. >Besides, a chance to get to know your mare a little more, and seeing what you might have in common...
  871. >Seeing what cheesy, romantic stuff you two might fall for...
  872. >What about that was not appealing?
  873. "Ready when you are, Siltsong."
  874. >With your approval, Siltsong led you out of the Embassy and into the high-society world of Canterlot.
  875. >You at least made sure your appearance wasn't abysmal before departing for such a place, of course.
  876. >The guards outside were unsure if it was the wisest decision for their ward to wander the town alone, but allowed it for this instance.
  877. >If you were to be trusted.
  878. >Once free of the Imperial Embassy's grounds, Siltsong chose to strike up some conversation as you traversed the streets of Equestria's shining capitol.
  879. >"So, Anonymous...do you mind if I ask any questions about your past life? On Earth?"
  880. >She'd already chatted your ear off about questions regarding human culture.
  881. >Your own personal experiences, and what life was like for you?
  882. >You hadn't touched up on it as much.
  883. "Go right ahead, Siltsong. I don't mind."
  884. >The Saghai mare thinks about what question she wished to start off with, the streets of Canterlot still lined with shops of varying luxury necessities.
  885. >"What was family life like, for you?"
  886. >A bit of a personal question, but as with the aim of this whole trip, you supposed it was all about getting to know one another a bit more.
  887. "Eh...to be honest, after a while, things became distant. There's a few good childhood memories, here and there...but even when they were close in contact, things just made it feel like they were far away."
  888. >Some memories were a bit hard to drudge up, if only because of the negative connotation they might bring.
  889. >This could be counted as one of them.
  890. >Not that you wished to bring more sullenness to the world around you, but you'd rather be honest with the mare you were engaged with.
  891. >Siltsong contemplated your words, wondering how it would compare to any life a pone may lead.
  892. >Hopefully they didn't have to feel that sort of...distance.
  893. >Wishing such things on these sweet marshmallow equines was not anything you'd consider.
  894. >Though, speaking of isolation...
  895. >You're questioning if Siltsong had felt it in her years.
  896. >As sad as that may sound, a mare who mentioned how it ate away at her might have experienced it for a long while.
  897. >However, you would not know unless you asked.
  898. "What was yours like, if you don't mind me asking, Siltsong?"
  899. >Withdrawing from imagining how things must've been for you, the mare you were betrothed to began her yarn about her past.
  900. >"Aside from the whole aristocratic upbringing, it's...a little complicated. My mother...passed...after my third little brother was born, and my father began to devote more of his time to his role in the Imperial government."
  901. >Oh, well that's actually kind of sad.
  902. >You really wouldn't have known that, and you feel kinda bad for asking now.
  903. >Siltsong continued after sighing deeply, the memories bittersweet as she moved onto something a little more positive.
  904. >"Things got a little better a couple of years later...often, my uncle would come over to our estate, and regale me with all the stories of military campaigns he participated in...all those gallant adventures...at first, he was there for when father wasn't. Later on, when it was time to begin my tutelage, my father began stepping in once more."
  905. >At least your mare had happy times, as well...
  906. >It always cut a little deeper when you heard these poners undergoing unfortunate times.
  907. >Speaking of tutelage...
  908. >Was that in relation to the studying you saw in photographs?
  909. "This, uh, 'tutelage...' It involve some serious hitting-the-books?"
  910. >You got a little bit of a laugh out of your mare, though within the professional appearance she kept, of course.
  911. >"Like you would not believe, Anonymous. The Imperial Examinations are like a second discovery of your mark, a course the aristocracy take in determining what position their heirs could hope to look forward to. Even if my father was focused on, as mentioned, his position...he still made sure to pass on his wisdom both from experience and venerated texts."
  912. >A curious way of getting back in touch with family, thinking on it.
  913. >Then again, the lives of the nobility and aristocracy operate in such strange ways.
  914. >Regarding the culture of the Saghai, it might also be considered a sort of rite of passage.
  915. >Like how turning a certain age would allow for acquiring a driver's license, and thus begun the pilgrimage for their own set of wheels.
  916. >Or going out to hunt a lion with a giant, pointy stick to prove you're a man.
  917. >Really depended on the culture there, sport.
  918. "What would they have to test you over, Silsong?"
  919. >The mention of venerated texts gave you some idea.
  920. >But your desire to know more had intensified.
  921. >Siltsong needed not a moment to recall what she had been tested over, quick to respond.
  922. >"For the landed gentry, we are examined for our knowledge of the compiled tomes on moral governance and philosophy. Of course, knowledge of government functions is emphasized as well to ensure candidates know what they're getting into, but there's more than just following a set of rules."
  923. >Reflecting on her comments regarding the content of the exams, you at first weren't sure why philosophy mattered for government positions.
  924. >Wouldn't it just be good enough to know how to fulfill one's function?
  925. >Perhaps it could be said that the Saghai valued the education that went into selecting those for positions.
  926. >Perhaps it was an important aspect of the culture that was given special attention, as though it promoted cultural unity or whatnot.
  927. >Whatever the reason may be, it had become an established system.
  928. >However, if this was something used by the gentry, what did those lower down on the social ladder do?
  929. "So...what does anyone who isn't an aristocrat do if they're looking for government work?"
  930. >This was probably the most boring kind of thing to talk about.
  931. >The whole process of how to acquire jobs in a foreign country.
  932. >Viewing into how these ponies did things, and how it might compare to your experiences on Earth.
  933. >Be that as it may, listening to Siltsong reminisce about these little things.
  934. >You couldn't help but find a hint of fascination, despite how the material might be considered dry and dusty.
  935. >Siltsong pondered her response.
  936. >Glancing around in the meantime, you find that some of the upper crust of Canterlot do find some...quaint, about you and your betrothed mare.
  937. >While you might not have the most incredible fashion sense, the mare at your side wore what was a crucial component to projecting a refined appearance.
  938. >If in the foreign sense, but nonetheless doing nothing short of accomplishing that goal.
  939. >Appearance was only part of the display and decorum of the noblepones, however.
  940. >The well-executed grace of your mare's movements, no matter how simple, caught the attention of all.
  941. >The exact manifestation of regal grace and beauty, right at the side of a man who wasn't born into this kind of life.
  942. >A stark contrast noticeable by all around.
  943. >At least they didn't bother you about it, though.
  944. >You'd have some choice words that were most decidedly not for polite society.
  945. >Hearing Siltsong's voice once more brought to your attention that the conversation resumed whence it left off.
  946. >"For the lower echelons of Saghai society, there...aren't as many options, beyond being somepony who can rise to prominence through means other than affiliation with the upper echelons. There are Imperial Examinations for them, as well, however these positions will generally be in relation to administrating and occasionally commanding bannerponies."
  947. >That was a term you never heard before.
  948. >What might a bannerpony be?
  949. "Bannerponies...?"
  950. >Hearing you confusion, Siltsong was quick to clarify what that particular word entailed.
  951. >"Bannerponies are those serving in the Imperial Saghai army, given their title based on the regional divisions of Imperial lands determines what 'banner' they will be placed into. In effect, they are armies by a different name. For instance, soldiers and officers from the capitol prefecture are admitted into the Yellow Banner."
  952. >Now enlightened on what a bannerpony was, another question came to mind.
  953. "So...how are those Banners organized? Are they just one massive army?"
  954. >Siltsong shook her head, taking the time to explain a little further.
  955. >"These are questions best addressed by a more militarily-inclined pony than I, but the short overview of it is that usually, ten tümens per banner will be their composition. A tümen is a unit of...ten thousand, if I recall correctly."
  956. >Doing some simple addition in your head, that would be quite a lot of soldiers per banner.
  957. >One hundred thousand alone would be massive.
  958. >You had no idea the full scope of how many bannerponies were there in total.
  959. >It did impress upon you that it was definitely an army fit for an Empire.
  960. >While you marveled at how massive such an army would look, Siltsong had stopped to point to a little tea and cake shop.
  961. >"Anonymous, my betrothed, perhaps we ought to stop for refreshment? I don't believe you've had anything since we began our little trotting about Canterlot..."
  962. >To be fair, you really had not eaten at all today.
  963. >It was probably around lunchtime, if you estimated correctly.
  964. >And you had been walking about with your mare since earlier that morning.
  965. >A little snack might be a good idea for skipping out on breakfast.
  966. "You might be right, Siltsong...let's take a little bit of a break."
  967. >With your affirmation, the two of you ventured towards this quaint little shop.
  968. >Tossing the signs a glance, it appears the place was owned by a Cinnamon Chai.
  969. >The pone in question was a Unicorn mare, one that would fit right into the castes of Canterlot.
  970. >Upon entering and getting the greetings out of the way, now was the time to order what might be had.
  971. >Cinnamon Chai had a grand variety to suit any palate that entered her doors.
  972. >The overwhelming variety was perhaps a little much.
  973. >Not wishing to waste anyone's time, you stray to the safe harbors of black tea.
  974. >Perhaps a simple request, if unrefined, but a safe bet.
  975. >Siltsong found your choice curious, but didn't complain.
  976. >The mare's choice was, as last time, a good cup of jasmine tea.
  977. >You could tell that it was her favorite.
  978. >It wasn't a bad tea, given its quite appealing properties of being wonderfully fragrant and pleasantly sweet.
  979. >Though, you could only wonder just what it may have meant to her, beyond being delicious.
  980. >After getting your orders in, Cinnamon Chai asked if you would be having your beverage and accompanying tea cakes inside or outside.
  981. >Siltsong chose the indoors for this particular visit.
  982. >Letting you two go find your seats, Cinnamon Chai went off to prepare what her customers had requested.
  983. >The seat of choice for the both of you was a nice window seat, watching the world go by.
  984. >All while waiting for a nice, warm, refreshing beverage to enjoy that with.
  985. >Despite the generally peaceful atmosphere of Canterlot proper, occasionally a reminder of the rapidly-expanding war effort would pass on by.
  986. >Namely, in the form of a column of guardspony recruits being led off to heaven-knows-where.
  987. >Probably to be deployed to the planned front lines or be sent off to train outside Canterlot's walls.
  988. >Maybe even garrison old forts or to properly defend important urban centers.
  989. >Whatever the Sun Princess might have need for.
  990. >Those columns were overall few and far between, however, in this quiet center of the city.
  991. >It gifted you and your mare a little respite from those reminders.
  992. >Soon enough, the tea you and Siltsong had ordered was delivered and paid for in full.
  993. >As Cinnamon Chai left to attend to any future customers, you ask your mare a question that had been sitting in your mind for a while now.
  994. >Despite being an Ambassador, her mark appeared...different than you'd be expecting.
  995. >A lotus and a note was different than the diplomatic mission to spread a nation's influence.
  996. >At least, you assumed it hadn't any meaning towards that kind of symbol.
  997. >Not like you were a cuite mark scientist, or anything.
  998. >Besides, it would get away from all the hubbub about Saghai government for a while, and get back to what really mattered in the moment.
  999. >Getting to know the mare you might be spending the rest of your life with.
  1000. "Hey, Siltsong, if it isn't too much to ask...what's the story behind your cutie mark? It doesn't look all...stately."
  1001. >Setting aside the idea that you had been mentally feeling up those mighty earth pone haunches when Siltsong had undressed, she elected to discuss the matter.
  1002. >"Not really what you were expecting, I assume? There's some story to that, but it's a little long, though..."
  1003. >You didn't mind that.
  1004. >Gesturing for her to go ahead and tell her tale, you take a sip of your black tea after blowing it.
  1005. >A burnt tongue meant that you might not enjoy your beverage as much.
  1006. >"The story behind my mark begins...about some years after my mother had...passed. My father had taken my brothers and I, along with my uncle, to a tea farm held by the family on an Imperial holiday, to get away from the hustling cities for a time. While my younger brothers wandered off with my militarily-inclined uncle to hear any stories of gallant conflict, I chose to stay with father."
  1007. >The story seemed to start off with a hint of sadness, given that it touched upon the misfortune her aristocratic family had befallen.
  1008. >Siltsong took a small sip of her jasmine tea, a small, somewhat wistful smile crossing her visage.
  1009. >"After a while of trotting about, my father and I came to a patch of jasmine flowers. The wonderful fragrance caught my attention, and I couldn't help but ask what made it Upon learning it was the jasmine, being but a foal, I plucked a flower for myself. I couldn't help but remember a song my mother used to sing for me, right before sleep..."
  1010. >She glanced up to your for a moment, as though seein before continuing again.
  1011. >"And, well...I sang that tune. It felt so right to feel that happiness, no matter how bittersweet, holding that flower in hoof."
  1012. >You listened intently, wanting to remember this story detail by detail.
  1013. >"And after that...I was told by my father that I had earned what my brothers accomplished before I. A mark to distinguish myself. After this point in time, father would begin to spend more time. With all of us."
  1014. >Siltsong gave a warm smile, remembering the good times in spite of the bad being a transition to those better moments.
  1015. >It was a pretty sweet story to hear.
  1016. >However, you have an idea of what might be sweeter.
  1017. "So...you think you could try singing that song? I'd love to hear it."
  1018. >Upon hearing your request, your mare shyly looked away from you, blushing slightly.
  1019. >"Are you sure, my betrothed? It's not exactly something I've been...practicing..."
  1020. >Why might a mare be reluctant to show off her fated skills?
  1021. >Had it been that long since she sang?
  1022. "Why not? Go ahead, Siltsong, I'm sure it will be good."
  1023. >You give her a smile for encouragement.
  1024. >Although a bit timid to start, she sighed as she saw you weren't going to give up in requesting that song.
  1025. >Clearing her throat, Siltsong recalled the lyrics, and began to sing for you.
  1026. >https://youtu.be/1QZhJnDS3Vc [Embed]
  1027. >The words and their meaning may not have been understood, but...
  1028. >Hearing that angelic voice fill the room softly...
  1029. >Every moment of being serenaded by Siltsong...
  1030. >It blew you away, with how sweet and precious her voice was.
  1031. >You sat there, speechless as each moment of the song passed on by.
  1032. >All too soon, it came to a close.
  1033. >And as it did, Siltsong asked of you one thing.
  1034. >"Was...was that any good, Anonymous, my betrothed...?"
  1035. >You were left awestruck, to be honest.
  1036. >How such fine music assailed your ears....
  1037. >Did you have the words to describe it to your mare?
  1038. >The sound of the clopping of hooves from elsewhere in the store from Cinnamon Chai and a few of the patrons did at least show part of what you would say.
  1039. >Action could speak in the stead of words quite admirably.
  1040. >And that part of what you would say for Siltsong was nothing short of approval for her serenade.
  1041. >Becoming somewhat self-conscious that others had been there besides the two of you, Siltsong's small blush grew as she nervously glanced around at the other patrons.
  1042. >Now was the time.
  1043. >Reaching out, you gently cup her cheek in your hand, subtly directing her gaze to meet your own.
  1044. >Before you spoke, you marveled at the texture of her coat.
  1045. >Those hoofmaids of hers really spared no effort, did they?
  1046. >This would be something you'd compare fine silks against, to see if they lived up to such high expectations.
  1047. >Stepping away from your initial surprise at how luxurious her coat felt, your mare was awaiting your answer to her question.
  1048. >Keeping her waiting for much longer would make it unfair and uncomfortable.
  1049. "I think that's a resounding 'yes' from everyone, Siltsong. Your voice is just as beautiful as you are."
  1050. >Something tells you that such cheese and sap was overwhelming.
  1051. >Maybe you should feel bad for indulging in it...?
  1052. >Nah.
  1053. >Wasn't part of the unspoken plan to enjoy such things with Siltsong?
  1054. >It did have a nice effect on the earthen mare.
  1055. >One of her hooves rested against your arm, Siltsong's eyes looking down into the cup of jasmine tea.
  1056. >Her blush had also gone from measurably pink to a nice, mild red.
  1057. >"Your words are sweet as honey, A-Anonymous. It's pleasant to hear your approval...it's been so long since I've given singing a go."
  1058. >For proclaiming that she was rusty, Siltsong sure did have the proficiency of a practiced master.
  1059. >It was her fated talent, after all.
  1060. >You'd find that hard for them to lose.
  1061. >Each one of them had something that made them special.
  1062. "I don't think there's a fiber in my body that could find that bad in any way; you're an amazing singer. Can you tell me what it's all about, that song?"
  1063. >Siltsong gives you a nod, pointing to the cup of tea in front of her.
  1064. >"Of course, my betrothed. The song's about the jasmine flower, and its qualities... its blossoms are used to make jasmine tea. Not really much else to it, but I'm glad you really appreciated the tune."
  1065. >The silvery, earthen mare finished her explanation of what the tune meant.
  1066. "Forgive my ignorance, Siltsong, but is that the language of your homeland?"
  1067. >She was quick to shake her head, disproving that notion.
  1068. >"It's actually not, but it is a significant one spoken within the Imperial borders. There's two languages of the Empire, two different groups of ponies that inhabit the nation."
  1069. >A bit curious.
  1070. >Were there ponies that had existed where the Saghai nation did before the Saghai pones arrived?
  1071. >"My mother was among this other culture of ponies inhabiting the Saghai Empire, and while she was...with us, I learned some of their language, mostly through song. A few customs, alongside speaking words much different to the Saghai."
  1072. >An idea comes to mind.
  1073. >You gesture to her mane, being quite curious of why Siltsong and some of her hoofmaids wore it in that fashion.
  1074. "Speaking of customs...you and the hoofmaids share a hairstyle for the most part. For the most part, it's those two buns, but some of them only have it in one...there any story behind that?"
  1075. >Your curiosity had been running fairly high, ever since you first saw the difference.
  1076. >Was there any meaning to it, or was it just a fashion choice?
  1077. >"There is actually a reason for that, Anonymous...depending on the prefecture one hails from, it's a way to display that a mare is...available, for marriage."
  1078. >Hearing the final word, the concept of joining in the bonds of matrimony, Siltsong began to trace her hoof on the table.
  1079. >Her ears rested somewhat to the side, lost in the thought of it for a moment before remembering her place.
  1080. >"When a mare finally does marry, they will adopt but a single one to display that they are taken by a husband."
  1081. >That did explain a few things.
  1082. >So, a good number of the hoofmaids were unmarried, but a few were?
  1083. >Certainly different than how Equestrians might display it through objects such as a bracelet, pendant, or ring.
  1084. >It was kinda cute, too.
  1085. "That's a pretty sweet tradition, Siltsong...hmm...is there anything representing what an engaged couple would do?"
  1086. >Siltsong took a moment longer to answer, not quite sure of it herself.
  1087. >"Since we're not officially...married...it's still kept like this."
  1088. >That was a good point.
  1089. >It was only an engagement at the moment, and one that had to be orchestrated for political reasons.
  1090. >Namely, whatever tradition had been fostered by the house Siltsong hailed from.
  1091. >You might have to ask her about that later.
  1092. >As the conversation closed, you and Siltsong spent the afternoon enjoying each other's company in that tea shop.
  1093. >It had become a bit more quiet, following.
  1094. >More ponies packed up and left, going to do whatever might catch their fancy.
  1095. >The afternoon came creeping up past the two of you.
  1096. >Drinks had been finished, and the tea cakes with them.
  1097. >What might there be left for today?
  1098. >With only one day spent to know Siltsong, you had observed she had a preference to sleeping when night had just about fallen.
  1099. >"This was a pleasant way to spend the day, was it not, my betrothed?"
  1100. >Siltsong spoke, wondering what you might think of this activity.
  1101. >Asking yourself the question, you did have to appreciate stretching your legs.
  1102. >Getting out to see the rest of the town.
  1103. >As much as you had probably seen of it while waiting to meet your match.
  1104. "Yeah, it was. Much nicer without guards watching my every move, when they can."
  1105. >Siltsong nervously giggled, supposing that may not be ideal for someone who never needed it.
  1106. >"I apologize if it's...a bit much. They're just very zealous in their duties."
  1107. >Given the fact she had royal connections, you supposed that was necessary.
  1108. >It still felt as though there was some lack of trust in you.
  1109. >Suspicion of the foreign alien that had taken the Ambassador's hoof.
  1110. >Not sure how else to spend the day with a colt, Siltsong asks what you might be interested in doing.
  1111. >"...do you wish to return to the Embassy, Anonymous? Or is there any particular place you wish to visit?"
  1112. >Her voice was timid with the questioning, knowing that she brought it to your attention that she had little experience with the opposite sex.
  1113. >She had no real idea what you did for fun, or what activities couples would actually do.
  1114. >Sure, Siltsong had books aplenty to escape into a fantasy, but the reality of the situation?
  1115. >Siltsong had thrown herself into her occupation, and it did have a negative effect on her romantic life.
  1116. "I suppose we could head back. It is getting late, after all."
  1117. >The earthen mare nods, head cocking sideways slightly as she asked if that was all.
  1118. >"Are you sure? Nothing else to catch your fancy?"
  1119. >You didn't have anything in mind, today at least.
  1120. "Not really, Siltsong...can't think of anything right now."
  1121. >Without anything else left to do at Cinnamon Chai's shop, you and your mare took your leave.
  1122. >Beginning the trip back to your current, Equestrian home.
  1123. >As you walked with your mare, you could notice that she had a spring to her graceful step.
  1124. >You would hear her humming that song from earlier, appearing pleased in her day.
  1125. >Listening to it, you could catch yourself humming along, if out of tune.
  1126. >As you approached the Embassy, one of the guards approached the two of you.
  1127. >Anxiety rose as this seriously-equipped pone stopped you and Siltsong.
  1128. >"My Lady, there is an urgent missive awaiting you. It's from Commander Eternal Fronts."
  1129. >Siltsong's features drop as the news comes from someone who must be high up in the Saghai military.
  1130. >"What...news might there be?"
  1131. >Balancing to unfurl a scroll with what you presumed was an Imperial seal, he read aloud.
  1132. >"Ambassador Siltsong, the development along the Crystal Empire and Yakyakistan's shared border has become unsustainable. The soldiers under King Sombra have crossed into the Yaket range, and are descending on the state with the aim of presumed subjugation. No words have come from the Equestrian front, however it is presumed the Equestrian kingdom will come under threat in the coming future. Signed, faithful servant to the illustrious Emperor, Commander Eternal Fronts."
  1133. >The news had been dropped.
  1134. >The chances for peace had truly evaporated.
  1135. >War was now very, very real.
  1136. >And what future awaited Equestria was uncertain.
  1137. >Taking in this unwelcome information, Siltsong dismissed the guard.
  1138. >She seemed ill-at-ease.
  1139. "Something worrying you, Siltsong...? Other than, y'know...the outbreak of war."
  1140. >Siltsong responded, uncertain of the coming future.
  1141. >"The Saghai Empire shares a significant border with the nation of Yakyakistan, as well as a smaller bottleneck with Equestria...I would not think King Sombra would attack the Empire...it would seem absurd...Heaven's wrath would be upon him. I suppose we should wait to see what happens next, but the future is dark."
  1142. >Dark with the shadows of war, no doubt.
  1143. >The trip back to the residential side of the Embassy was mostly quiet, Siltsong trying to maintain positivity.
  1144. >Uncertainty at whether there would be war or peace, today or tomorrow, that was all gone.
  1145. >Now all that was left was wondering to what extent would the Tyrant in the North had expansionist dreams.
  1146. >What fate he would see befall Equestria and the rest of the world.
  1147. >When you and your mare encountered the hoofmaids, hard at work, she made a request of them.
  1148. >A meal request to the resident chef of dumplings and bread.
  1149. >Obediently, one of them departed to deliver her request.
  1150. >You had only enjoyed tea and tea-cakes.
  1151. >An actual meal to get the thought of war off your mind was plenty nice to look forward to.
  1152. >There was also plenty of curiosity to see what the food of Siltsong's people tasted like.
  1153. >Ascending the stairs back to her room, Siltsong found it opportune to start some conversation.
  1154. >"To brighten the atmosphere...are there any questions you have about our...betrothal, Anonymous?"
  1155. >There were some things you did not know about it.
  1156. >For instance, was there a set date on an official marraige?
  1157. >Was that even up to you?
  1158. "Yeah, that sounds much more pleasant...do you know when anything might happen?"
  1159. >Siltsong nodded enthusiastically, that being a question she most certainly knew the answer to.
  1160. >"To my recollection, it would be late in the coming winter, before the frost begins to fall. It is about summer, now, is it not?"
  1161. >It could get a little toasty outside, yeah.
  1162. >You nod, the summer solstice having passed a little while ago.
  1163. "So, it's all been arranged, huh? Anyone coming to show up?"
  1164. >Siltsong opened the door for you, inviting you to the room within.
  1165. >"I would hope so! Getting to see all my family again would be Heaven smiling down upon our union!"
  1166. >She spoke with such happiness at the thought, even if it was something as fickle as the planets and stars aligning to allow it.
  1167. >War was fomenting, its fires likely soon to lash out against all.
  1168. >You also had only known each other for two days.
  1169. >Disregarding that, seeing her so brimming with excitement was so very pleasant to witness.
  1170. >It never failed to bring a smile to your face.
  1171. >Primarily because a happy pony is a cutie-patootie.
  1172. >Secondarily, because this happy pony was the one by your side.
  1173. "Who all might come, if that's the case?"
  1174. >Tapping her chin, Siltsong tempered her excitement, thinking over what may happen.
  1175. >Heaven willing, of course.
  1176. >"Most certainly immediate family of mine would come, but for anyone outside of it...more likely than not, we would see the urchins we call 'lesser nobility' to come along to curry favor with my House."
  1177. >In the world of aristocratic politics, that seemed most likely the case.
  1178. >While Siltsong seemed to have such excitement to see her own kinsfolk once again, the thought of dealing with those below her own house appeared to only bring...
  1179. >Well, it brought the sensation of visible displeasure.
  1180. "Those kinds of ponies really that bad?"
  1181. >Siltsong closed her eyes, groaning in discomfort.
  1182. >"I'd rather not discuss what those petty nobelponies spend all their efforts doing at a royal marriage in any great detail."
  1183. >Fair enough.
  1184. >She's probably had to bear witness to it more than enough times.
  1185. >Onto something a bit more positive, and away from a likely traumatic experience, did you even know where this was set?
  1186. >You had a general schedule.
  1187. "Alright...a different question, then. We know it'll probably be a few months, but do we know the 'where,' exactly?"
  1188. >Relieved to not be discussing the caste of aristocrats she had little sympathies for, Siltsong readily moved onto this next topic.
  1189. >Siltsong tapped her chin with her hoof, not sure of the answer.
  1190. >"That depends partially on these new developments...regarding the war between the Crystal 'Empire' Yakyakistan. Should the situation remain solely there, it would be safe to assume there would be a chance of it being held in the Saghai Empire proper."
  1191. >Well that sounds quite interesting.
  1192. >A chance to view her homeland and actually be there?
  1193. >Being the mysterious land to the west that was only mentioned by name, seen in photographs and paintings that the Saghai Empire was...
  1194. >You got a little excited yourself to see what it may be like.
  1195. >However, your mind couldn't just let your anticipation remain.
  1196. >It reminded you that this world was descending into the spiral of madness, a desperate defense against the rise of evil.
  1197. >The situation could change at any moment.
  1198. >Any nation was up for being attacked by a pone who just didn't give a damn.
  1199. >Even in a future to be enshrouded by war, things still remained unclear.
  1200. "That sounds lovely, Siltsong. The Empire looks like a very beautiful place, and I'd like to see it one day."
  1201. >Hearing your enamored words with the land of the Saghai, your mare rests a hoof over her heart in pride.
  1202. >"I assure you, my betrothed, all under the Saghai banner is gorgeous. In time, we will see what awaits for us. Plans have to be worked around the present and the future."
  1203. >Before Siltsong could gush much more about the Empire, there was a knock on the door.
  1204. >Being closer to it, you did the courtesy of answering it.
  1205. >Opening the door to the rest of the building, you see that cream-colored mare from when you first entered the Embassy.
  1206. >She was accompanied by another mare that balanced a tray with the dumplings and bread, alongside appropriate drink.
  1207. >"Sir Anonymous, we have brought the meal our Lady requested."
  1208. >Stepping out of the way, you invite the two of them inside.
  1209. >Wouldn't want to cock-block the doorway and go a night without dinner.
  1210. >Finding a clear space upon Siltsong's desk, they set down the tray before excusing themselves.
  1211. >Once they had departed, closing the door behind themselves, it was once more just you and Siltsong.
  1212. >And now with a meal to enjoy the fleeting daylight hours with.
  1213. >Left in the privacy of her room, just with you, Siltsong undressed from her attire.
  1214. >No ponies were likely to come by for a long while.
  1215. >Just some more pone waifu and human husbando time.
  1216. >Every time you were able to witness your mare free of the courtly clothing she always wore, it was like watching a Christmas present unwrap itself.
  1217. >A mare such as Siltsong was the epitamy of grace and beauty, and being able to see that under the silks she wore...
  1218. >That was a welcome sight indeed.
  1219. >As Siltsong carefully set her gown aside, you invited her to come enjoy dinner while it was still warm.
  1220. "Dinner's ready when you are, beautiful."
  1221. >Siltsong, for her part, blushed gently at your compliment.
  1222. >It was on the sap-flavored corn side of things, granted, but your mare was most certainly a beautiful pone.
  1223. >Her beauty was quite the enviable aspect, you'd imagine.
  1224. >Coming to the desk, you realize a slight conundrum.
  1225. >There isn't too much in the way of seating.
  1226. >Siltsong had her seat, for when she needed to do Ambassador pone things, but there wasn't much for you.
  1227. >What might you do to solve this trivial issue?
  1228. >Instead of showing off your powerful squatting genetics, you sat with your knees and feet coming to rest against the floor.
  1229. >Turns out, the desk was at the perfect height for this position.
  1230. >Umpteenth trivial issue in Equestria has been conquered!
  1231. >Another would lay before you as you gazed upon the silverware these Saghai pones utilized.
  1232. >For some cosmic reason, they had chopsticks.
  1233. >How the fuck does an earth pony use chopsticks?
  1234. >As Siltsong sat down, giving you a shy smile, you supposed you might find out.
  1235. >Taking both of the wooden utensils with one hoof, she carefully positioned them with thoroughly-practiced grace and dexterity in a manner similar to how an earth pone would grip something.
  1236. >One of them stood still, while with a motion of her hoof another would move.
  1237. >Taking advantage of her insanely-flexible forelegs, she could move with almost as much freedom as a human could.
  1238. >You were quite impressed as you witnessed the display shown.
  1239. >Feeling the need to prove your own ability, you take a set in hand.
  1240. >You realize your fault in doing so.
  1241. >You hadn't held chopsticks in Lord knows how long.
  1242. >Just trying to remember where it should go was taking longer than it should.
  1243. >The motions and how to grip things with the tools was even more herculean a task.
  1244. >Ain't that a shame?
  1245. >An earth pony, a creature without hands nor magic, somehow was better at this than you.
  1246. >At least the chopsticks were of a comparable size to those back on Earth proper.
  1247. >You were assuming these Saghai pones had some secret sorcery that they didn't let anyone else know about.
  1248. >Taking a dumpling with her wooden kitchen utensils, Siltsong popped the whole thing it right into her mouth.
  1249. >They appeared to be perfectly bite-sized.
  1250. >Eventually, you found how best to manipulate the cursed instruments, taking one for yourself.
  1251. >Taking a bite out of the dumpling, you sample what the filling might be.
  1252. >Looks like it was rice, fish, and some veggies.
  1253. >You had been breifed that pones did eat meat on occasion, though not in vast quantities to supplement protein they couldn't get from hayburgers n' shiet.
  1254. >All of the flavors came to balance out one another, with just the right hint of salty and sweet.
  1255. >A dash of spice was thrown in, as well, but not in any overpowering manner.
  1256. >Saghai cuisine must be all about maintaining that perfect harmony of flavorful sensations.
  1257. >It was most certainly pleasing to the palate.
  1258. >Dinner was pleasantly quiet, you and your mare enjoying the last trappings of peace in Equestria.
  1259. >The sunset was picturesque, the streaks of fiery gold and orange painted against the clouds.
  1260. >The amber plains below soaked up the last of the sun's gorgeous rays, a sea of the color as the sun continued along its descent.
  1261. >The skies above were still a cobalt blue, deep as could be.
  1262. >At the fringes of the evening sky opposite the sun, however, violets and black were creeping and encroaching.
  1263. >Things weren't so bad, for you.
  1264. >Even in a world that had abandoned reason in favor of relishing in its madness, you still had this.
  1265. >A warm, pleasant sunset that nothing could take away from you two.
  1266. >With dinner and a show like this, your evening was all the better.
  1267. >As the sun's shape fell below the horizon, all the dumplings had been finished off.
  1268. >You and Siltsong had eaten roughly an equal amount.
  1269. >All that was left was this circluar, thicc bread.
  1270. >Setting the chopsticks aside, as they were unnecessary, your majestic mare handed you one of the round, flat loaves.
  1271. >Taking it and offering your thanks, you chomped down on the disk-shaped bread.
  1272. >It had some nice crunch to it, which was very respectable.
  1273. >Not so much to where you were going to be chewing on a fucking brick.
  1274. >There was still some nice chewyness that supplemented the crunchiness.
  1275. >All in all, it was very enjoyable.
  1276. >Perhaps a little dry, but that's what you had tea-flavored water to help wash it all down.
  1277. >The drink to perfectly accompany a proper Saghai dish.
  1278. >As things appeared to be winding down for the night, the calm shroud of darkness washing over the world, you returned your thoughts to a more pleasant aspect of the future.
  1279. >Thinking about Siltsong's homeland, you came to a bit of a more serious conundrum.
  1280. >You didn't think every little pone there would speak English technically Equestrian, now?
  1281. >You'd be both illiterate and incomprehensible if you were dealing with those who didn't have the powerful boon of being bilingual.
  1282. >Granted, some may be, and it may not be who you expected would be.
  1283. >But it might be best to prepare yourself, should you go to that faraway Empire.
  1284. >Where might you start, though?
  1285. >It's not like you had any particularly obvious outlet for learning the language of the Saghai, right...?
  1286. >Glancing over to Siltsong, you realize you just answered your own question.
  1287. >Of course you did.
  1288. >Knowing Equestrian, Saghai, and another as-yet unnamed language.
  1289. >All that you really needed to do was ask the question.
  1290. >Clearing your throat after finishing the rest of your bread, you decide now was an appropriate time.
  1291. "Hey, Siltsong...can I ask you something?"
  1292. >Her vibrant, royal violet eyes meet your own, you mare nodding as she finished a sip of her tea.
  1293. >"Absolutely, Anonymous! Ask to your heart's desire."
  1294. >Now that you had her attention, to get to the meat of the matter.
  1295. "I was thinking about the whole, potential 'marriage in the Empire' thing...I, uh, kinda realized that not everyone there would speak Eng- ...Equestrian, nor write in it. I know it's not a simple, quick task...but maybe you could help me learn it? The language?"
  1296. >Hearing you take such an interest in her homeland, that you would be willing to put in the effort of learning a new language, Siltsong appeared almost ecstatic.
  1297. >She did have a hefty amount of pride in her nation and its leadership, a strong appreciation for its culture and history.
  1298. >"Snonymous, my betrothed, of course I can teach you! It may not be completed in a day, however I have faith that I can accomplish this task! We'll have to spend some time tomorrow going over the basics, and- oh, Ancestors, I cannot wait to share something this important with you!"
  1299. >Almost squealing in delight, you could just tell your mare was ready to teach you how to speak and/or write in whatever language the Saghai had.
  1300. >You found it cute, and a little curious that she got so excited over something that might be considered boring and possibly even painful.
  1301. >It was something that the both of you could do, as a couple.
  1302. >Besides, the skill might be quite important later.
  1303. >Giving the good, ol' noggin a good joggin' wouldn't hurt, either, would it?
  1304. >Your mare was sure looking forward to it.
  1305. >Even if, in the end, all you learned was a few phrases and how to write in the Saghai language it would be with Siltsong.
  1306. >With her at your side, the world was not as intimidating as it may have been days ago.
  1307. >Before Siltsong could speak of to what degree she anticipated teaching you her people's language, a cute yawn escaped her lips.
  1308. >Glancing outside, night had fallen over the realm of Equestria.
  1309. >Yeah, she might be getting a little tired...
  1310. >"...We'll start tomorrow, my betrothed. I don't think I could properly lecture you on the Saghai language tonight..."
  1311. >Getting some rest would make it easier on the both of you, wouldn't it?
  1312. "That's just fine, Siltsong. We can wait until then."
  1313. >Giving you a smile, your silvery, majestic mare directed your attention to the rest of the tea.
  1314. >"Until tomorrow, Anonymous...let's not waste any of this elixir of heaven, though."
  1315. >Not much was left, but she still strongly possessed the conviction that wasting tea was wrong.
  1316. >A cardinal sin, even.
  1317. >You agreed, helping her finish it off.
  1318. >It was approaching that undesirably-lukewarm state.
  1319. >The one that made tea much less desirable to consume.
  1320. >The crisis was averted, as you and Siltsong downed the last of it.
  1321. >Your mare appeared visibly tired, her internal clock reminding her to adhere to the strict sleeping schedule she maintained.
  1322. >An idea surged forth in your mind.
  1323. >Gently, you reach your arms around your mare...
  1324. >And you lift her off her seat, carrying her in your arms.
  1325. >When she realized where exactly she was, the flustered Siltsong asked you only one question.
  1326. >"A-Anonymous, what are you doing...?"
  1327. >The sleepy, flustered mare was blushing red as a beet as you held her in your arms.
  1328. >She was a bit heavier than you were expecting...
  1329. "Carrying you to bed, sleepyhead. What else would I be doing?"
  1330. >Siltsong attempted to formulate a response, however, in her current state, was unable to.
  1331. >She accepted the fact that she was in your arms, held close and securely as you walked her to the luxurious bed.
  1332. >After accepting that this was the situation, Siltsong melted into your touch, just as she did when you first shared a hug.
  1333. >Your heart was filled with such happiness as she did.
  1334. >With all the care in the world, you set your mare onto her bed first.
  1335. >It felt almost as though she was exceptionally-reluctant to part with you.
  1336. >Your embrace had been all that she desired, in that moment.
  1337. >Fortunately, for the sleepy Siltsong, you would not keep her waiting.
  1338. >To do so would be wholly unfair.
  1339. >Joining her in bed, you pulled the covers over both you and Siltsong.
  1340. >As you did, you came to rest against her, holding her close to your chest.
  1341. >With you right there, Siltsong sighed happily.
  1342. >She could rest easily now that she knew you were right there.
  1343. >Right beside her.
  1344. >Before she would eventually nod off, Siltsong asked of you one final request for the night.
  1345. >"Anonymous...could you undo the tassels keeping my mane in place?"
  1346. >Accepting her request, you gently undo the white silk bands keeping it all in those two buns.
  1347. >As each one came undone, the mane held back in a bun fell to rest against the bed and Siltsong's neck.
  1348. >Her mane was of a good length, not so much as to be unwieldy otherwise, but moderately long.
  1349. >You set the white tassels aside with her blue-and-white gown, admiring her as any article of clothing was done away with.
  1350. >The earth pone was indeed both graceful in full clothing as she was without.
  1351. >It was so much more intimate now that she was like this.
  1352. >For pones, you would not fully understand just how it happened.
  1353. >However, it was a bit late to be having such quandaries.
  1354. >You should be spending that evening, winding down with your mare.
  1355. >Siltsong, Ambassador for the Saghai Empire.
  1356. >The mare you crossed a dimension to have the chance to meet.
  1357. >Quietly, she whispered her goodnight wishes.
  1358. >"Goodnight, Anonymous...my betrothed...I wish every day could be spent...just like this. With you."
  1359. >Soon after, Siltsong was having a sweet, little pony snooze.
  1360. >At ease, and resting peacefully.
  1361. >You would soon follow her into sleep, just spending a little longer admiring just how lucky you were.
  1362. >So fortunate as to meet a pony so sweet.
  1363. >~{ Day 1 }~
  1364. >The moment you would awake, the mare that had been at your side was gone once more.
  1365. >For so long, you rested peacefully with her.
  1366. >Waking in the same place you had been last night, you were certain it was all reality.
  1367. >A note had been left to you by Siltsong, resting atop a nightstand.
  1368. >Getting the drowsy out of your eyes, you skim over the details
  1369. >Apparently, she had left to attend to the morning ritual of grooming herself and dealing with any who might be coming to her residence in the early hours.
  1370. >She did have a diplomatic mission to fulfill.
  1371. >And she would not leave her mission unfulfilled for any reason.
  1372. >Later that morning, she would begin teaching you the language of her kinsfolk.
  1373. >In the meantime, Siltsong suggested you ought to get bathed.
  1374. >The shower was two doors down to the right from Siltsong's private quarters.
  1375. >Signed with love, Siltsong concluded the letter.
  1376. >Smiling softly, you suppose it would be time to get washed up.
  1377. >Letting yourself fester in filth was unacceptable.
  1378. >Climbing out of bed, you begin the pilgrimage to fulfill morning rituals.
  1379. >When you arrived at the bathroom, it was of moderate size, with a stone floor and all the amenities one could ask for.
  1380. >Of course, it was all quite fancy, given who exactly was living there.
  1381. >Closing and locking the door, you begin your morning rituals.
  1382. >'Twas a sacred practice that everyone should attend to.
  1383. >As the icky of yesterday was washed away, you marveled at how it didn't feel exactly like war had broken out.
  1384. >The first day had come with the invasion of Yakyakistan by King Sombra's hordes.
  1385. >Perhaps that was the reason.
  1386. >It wasn't your war, necessarily.
  1387. >It was being fought by two unrelated powers.
  1388. >Even though that was the case, a war so close to Equestria still didn't feel as...impactful.
  1389. >Not yet, at least.
  1390. >In the uncertain, crazed-from-pain future, time would tell what may be the case.
  1391. >Perhaps you would yearn to see peace return, from the war spilling over Equestria.
  1392. >Shaking your head, you attempt to dispel the thoughts.
  1393. >You weren't going to enjoy today any if your mind was still focused on the enigmas of tomorrow.
  1394. >Best to slow down your thoughts and worries.
  1395. >Leaving the bathroom feeling rejuvenated and ready to take on anything that came your way, you readied for what would happen today.
  1396. >Learning a new language.
  1397. >You just hoped it wouldn't be...too complicated.
  1398. >Siltsong was nowhere to be seen in the hallway, presumably occupied with her position.
  1399. >All that would have to be done was to play the waiting game.
  1400. >Fun as could be.
  1401. >In the meantime, you would occasionally take a book from the shelves, giving it a little skimming read.
  1402. >The book your attention currently held was an adventure, speaking of a grand tale in a land far away.
  1403. >It started off a bit slow, granted.
  1404. >From there, it built the world around the adventure.
  1405. >The great history, from battles long past to the rulers that left their mark.
  1406. >You had, admittedly, become a bit engrossed as you awaited the return of Siltsong.
  1407. >A knock on the door jolted you from the fantastical setting you had been envisioning, back to your reality.
  1408. >"Anonymous, my betrothed, are you awake?"
  1409. >Hearing her voice, you knew exactly who it was.
  1410. "Yeah, Siltsong, I'm up."
  1411. >Closing the tome, you set it back where you had withdrawn it.
  1412. >The earthen, Saghai mare let herself in following your reply, leaving it open.
  1413. >"Good morning, my betrothed! Did you rest well? I know I certainly did...with you so close..."
  1414. >Siltsong appeared quite cheery, having gotten quite a perfect night's rest.
  1415. >Recalling being carried off to sleep so gently gave rise to a gentle, pink blush.
  1416. "Mhm, slept great, Siltsong. Glad to know you did, too."
  1417. >With introductions out of the way, Siltsong decided to get down to business.
  1418. >To defeat.
  1419. >Illiteracy!
  1420. >"So! Anonymous, are you ready to learn proper Saghai?"
  1421. >You nod, smiling at her enthusiasm.
  1422. "You betcha, Siltsong."
  1423. >Hearing your approval, she invited you over.
  1424. >So the lesson would begin there.
  1425. >With you eager to learn something new, Siltsong began.
  1426. >"To start off, let's talk about the writing system. There are four cases the letters of our alphabet can be in; standalone, initial, medial, and final. Depending on where they are in a word, you will need to use which one of them that contextually fits."
  1427. >Things were already starting off complicated.
  1428. >To your understanding, in their traditional script, you could in theory write a letter in four different ways.
  1429. >Withdrawing a small notebook from nearby her desk, Siltsong showed you its contents.
  1430. >It was a sort of cheat-sheet, freshly written showing the multitude of different letters and all the forms they may have.
  1431. >Some of them did not possess a form for certain positions, which was curious.
  1432. >However, as to why they didn't was a question to be left up to whomever came up with this strange alphabet.
  1433. >After showing you the notes provided, Siltsong moved onto showing a practical example.
  1434. >"To show you how such a system works, I'll write my name for example; in the language of my homeland, it would be translated as 'Silitun.'"
  1435. >Taking the brush with her mouth, Siltsong dipped the tip in ink.
  1436. >With grace, she wrote the characters as they should have been.
  1437. >When she was finished, you stopped to admire how it flowed.
  1438. >How alien-but-beautiful it was.
  1439. >This would probably be more difficult than you expected...
  1440. >But you believed you could pull through, in time.
  1441. >As Siltsong finished writing her name in the native script of the Saghai pones, she gestured to a small case upon her desk.
  1442. >It had a clear top, letting you view its contents.
  1443. >Within was but another paintbrush, with space for another right beside it.
  1444. >Safe to assume, the one Siltsong had used was likely the twin it came with.
  1445. >Withdrawing the paintbrush from her mouth, your majestic mare invited you to take it up.
  1446. >"Why don't you give it a try, my betrothed? I'll hold your hoof...er, hand through it."
  1447. >You had some doubts of your ability.
  1448. >This was really the first time you had been properly exposed to the script.
  1449. >You were still just right at noticing what their alphabet looked like.
  1450. >And Siltsong was encouraging you to take a bold first step?
  1451. >Of course, you would do exactly that, despite any trepidations your mind could fabricate.
  1452. >Popping that bad boy open, you take the brush in hand.
  1453. >It felt quite pleasant to hold the brush.
  1454. >To elaborate, it felt as though it were perfectly balanced and flowed naturally as you gave the brush a cursory motion.
  1455. >You were pleasantly surprised to find that holding such an instrument felt as natural as it did.
  1456. >Seeing that you were taking a liking to the brush, Siltsong smiled as she continued to guide you along.
  1457. >"Start off by practicing the alphabet, Anonymous. Use the reference, and do your best to master it."
  1458. >You wouldn't be getting anywhere if you didn't put in any effort, now would you?
  1459. >Emulating what you witnessed, you dip the brush's bristles in ink, making sure you gave it a good ol' rub.
  1460. >Let all that soak right in real good.
  1461. >Keeping an eye on the alphabet Siltsong had shown you, you split the page up into five sections.
  1462. >Four would be for the multiple forms the letters would take, and the fifth for a corresponding letter in regular and clean language.
  1463. >With everything split up to satisfy your autism, you put bristle to paper and began to copy the letters.
  1464. >Piece by piece, Siltsong observed.
  1465. >She would generally let you go about it on your own for the start, giving you tips as you seemed to struggle on some of the letters.
  1466. >It couldn't really be helped that you would have been.
  1467. >These strange, flowing characters were nothing like the friendly embrace of what language you knew.
  1468. >With letters that didn't require interpretation from time to time to see which ones actually fit.
  1469. >Why would anyone make the 'e' and 'a' the same medial character?
  1470. >Were these letters in a state of superposition?
  1471. >Language was not supposed to be an allegory for complicated principles.
  1472. >At least they were easy to write...
  1473. >Hours would pass by as you familiarized yourself with the Saghaic script and its curious multitude of forms.
  1474. >There were also characters for two letters instead of just one.
  1475. >You possessed a few regrets with taking on this challenge.
  1476. >However, you steeled your resolve.
  1477. >Because you were doing it for her.
  1478. >Siltsong, the mare you waived your past life on Earth for.
  1479. >If she was helping you through it, you had a feeling you definitely could tackle such a challenge.
  1480. >Watching minutes turn into hours, you finally copied the characters in full.
  1481. >You observed this magnificent creation of yours.
  1482. >Soaking that wondrous sensation right on in.
  1483. >Giving your efforts a once-over, Siltsong clopped her front hooves together.
  1484. >She beamed with pride, seeing that you've at least given it your all.
  1485. >And it wasn't that shit-tier, was it?
  1486. >"You've done very well, Anonymous, my betrothed! You're getting the hang of this, but you're having some trouble with the more detailed letters. Just practicing it a few more times, and you'll get the hang of it. I'm very proud of the work you've put in so far, nonetheless!"
  1487. >Siltsong showed you what you could do to improve, attempting to guide you through the motions on a separate sheet.
  1488. >Taking your brush-holding hand with her hooves, she traced along the shapes of the letters that were cutting it close to looking like moonrunes.
  1489. >As Siltsong guided you along with mastering Saghaic scribbles, she leaned against you.
  1490. >Having a warm, plush poner so close to you was heaven.
  1491. >Her head rested against your shoulder, the lesson slowing down just enough to feel more...
  1492. >Intimate.
  1493. >Might be a little weird, considering that learning a language would be as aforementioned, a little on the dull side of things.
  1494. >You supposed that just being here, with your pone waifu was all that was needed to make life regain its luster.
  1495. >You couldn't help but gently lean against her in return, savoring as the moment became slower.
  1496. "Thank you for taking the time out of your day for this, Siltsong...I know it must be like teaching a toddler their first words, and we haven't even moved on to phrases yet..."
  1497. >Siltsong was, of course, quick to give you all the confidence you needed.
  1498. >In but a moment, you felt her lips come into contact with your cheek, a chaste but affectionate display.
  1499. >Perhaps it would be appropriate to note that you felt your heart skip a beat.
  1500. >Warmth flooded your face as the action most innocently affectionate touch of your mare brought time to a standstill.
  1501. >Even then, it came to pass far too soon for your liking.
  1502. >Resting a hoof against your arm as the kiss parted, your mare looked up to meet your gaze.
  1503. >"Anonymous...it does not bother me that we'll have to take this a little slow...we have all the time in the world to take care of it. Even if we have to work around the most horrendous of schedules, we can do anything. With a little determination, some time...and a lot of love...nothing's impossible for us, is it?"
  1504. >The gentle shade of a pink blush rose across her face as the phantasm of loving contact remained in clear memory.
  1505. >Siltsong did have quite a few points there.
  1506. >Her sweet, sappy talk reminded you that no matter the circumstance, with the power of love...
  1507. >What might even be considered a challenge?
  1508. "You're right, Siltsong...nothing's impossible. Not for us."
  1509. >As the moments passed you by, your hand felt drawn to Siltsong's cheek.
  1510. >A sort of gravity had been feeling palpable.
  1511. >There were no words that needed to be said in that moment.
  1512. >No extra sap needed to be brought to bear.
  1513. >You and Siltsong came closer together, eyes closing...
  1514. >And the two of you share the first lover's kiss you had up to this point.
  1515. >A moment of passion that arose that you wouldn't trade for a ticket to heaven.
  1516. >The soaring joviality of sensing this love blossom in the most magnificent ways.
  1517. >Your heart beat rapidly, the excitement and stimulation of the kiss from your beloved mare eliciting bliss.
  1518. >The words to properly describe the sensation any further eluded you.
  1519. >You couldn't really help it, the joys of sharing such intimate contact with your mare a bit overwhelming.
  1520. >The kiss was soon to part, the embrace not an eternal one.
  1521. >With Siltsong in your arms, you marvel at just how graceful she was...
  1522. >Normally, it was without a doubt that the air around her was nothing short of regal and commanding of majesty...
  1523. >In this moment, however, it was as though she possessed an angelic appearance.
  1524. >Siltsong was your sweet, little angel.
  1525. >Being able to hold that angel in your arms was exactly what you lived for.
  1526. >What made getting up every sunrise another adventure you would never willingly miss.
  1527. >A new light had been brought into your life.
  1528. >And you wanted to cherish that light.
  1529. >That continence that shone upon the two of you in that pure, romantic moment.
  1530. >Locking her forelegs around your neck gently, Siltsong rested her head just beneath yours, letting your chin rest against her luxurious mane.
  1531. >"M-My betrothed...it feels like a dream, to be here with you...p-please promise you'll never leave me..."
  1532. >You hold your silvery poner close, arms locking nice and comfortably-tight around her.
  1533. "I promise, Siltsong. I'll never leave you."
  1534. >And so, you both remained in a quiet lover's embrace.
  1535. >Letting it be known blossoming love was no fabrication.
  1536. >~{Day 7}~
  1537. >A week had passed since the initiation of hostilities between Sombra's Crystal Empire and Yakyakistan.
  1538. >Understandably, within the realm of Equestria, there was outrage at the news of a nation uninvolved had been dragged into the war.
  1539. >The Crystal War was beginning to foment its fire, rising as it plunged deeper into Yakyakistani territory.
  1540. >Outside of hearing the outright declaration of war, developments had been scarce up to this point.
  1541. >It was now, however, that you and Siltsong received the first missive from the front.
  1542. >Observers from the Saghai Empire had been watching the initial troop movements and opening moves between both states.
  1543. >It would appear that the military of Yakyakistan did not possess the same level of organization as the Crystal Empire.
  1544. >A great many divisions had been routed by Sombra's forces, though the Yaks were not without hope.
  1545. >Even if they didn't have troops at the standby, despite their aggressive or temperamental disposition, they were still amassing what manpower they could.
  1546. >Their resistance was fierce, and the delays in isolated incidents were keeping the rest of the crystal tide at bay.
  1547. >Elsewhere, the same might not be so evident.
  1548. >It was just the natural consequence of not fully mobilizing the army.
  1549. >The mountain fortifications made it difficult to perforate the Yak lines too quickly, requiring a siege to bring them down.
  1550. >It at least offered a respite to give them time to mobilize and prepare for any counteroffensives or an organized defense.
  1551. >From the Saghai military analyses, the situation appeared a tad grim for the state of Yakyakistan.
  1552. >The numbers advantage for the invading Crystal Empire was quite immense, both for divisions and their industrial capacity.
  1553. >The Crystal Empire also possessed pegasi, which could carry out scout roles.
  1554. >And some icing on top of this defensive-warfare cake was the fact they would also face Unicorns, which would be a considerable threat given their arcane inclination.
  1555. >However, some things could not be easily quantified.
  1556. >The stubbornness and tenacity of the Yak resistance against King Sombra's forces was admirable.
  1557. >They were on the defensive, and knew their homeland quite well.
  1558. >And with the Crystal Empire's armies starting to become occupied with sieges, it would allow a chance to launch counteroffensives should nothing else develop in the coming days.
  1559. >The morale of the Yak defenders would certainly be quite boosted, given that possibility.
  1560. >However, it was difficult to observe if the crystal ponies themselves would have any real morale.
  1561. >The mind-control helmets ensured unflinching loyalty, and nobody really knew if they would break under a spirited charge.
  1562. >Given that difficulty, on top of that, the command structure of the Crystal Empire's armies was not fully understood.
  1563. >Some hypotheses rested upon the idea that commanders under King Sombra had some limited autonomous thought to properly adapt to the realities of combat.
  1564. >King Sombra could not be everywhere, directing the troops around, despite his magical capabilities.
  1565. >Some other lines of reasoning stated that they might be operating under a hive mind of sorts, where King Sombra could control the tactical operations directly with no misinterpretations.
  1566. >It might remain a mystery, exactly how such a military was operating beyond a brainwashed and disciplined horde.
  1567. >Not much else had occurred since the initial assault, but the Saghai were watching carefully.
  1568. >The order to ready the Bannerponies in case of an attack had been ordered by Commander Eternal Fronts.
  1569. >Under the approval of the Emperor, of course.
  1570. >There were some...slight issues in doing so.
  1571. >To supply and maintain the equipment of the many, many Bannerponies would take time.
  1572. >Many of the newer recruits brought in during a previous expansion of the Banners also had not seen war, as of yet.
  1573. >Their lack of experience was a major concern for the seasoned commanding officers and campaign veterans.
  1574. >Supply was also considered an issue, given that such an expansion was still technically ongoing.
  1575. >Not all the fancy new tools had reached the innumerable Bannerponies waiting for their equipment.
  1576. >Many would be needing to use older weapons and armor in the meantime.
  1577. >It could only be hoped such a measure would turn out unnecessary, in the end.
  1578. >'Twas better to be prepared, rather than caught off your feet and suddenly annexed by the enemy.
  1579. >For the Equestirans, the Saghai didn't have the best estimates.
  1580. >It was further from the fronts they were more observant of, and thus, was not as crucial a concern in the end.
  1581. >In spite of this, with the expansion of the Equestrian military to defend against any incursion by the Crystal Empire, they would be a little more prepared than the previously-neutral nation of Yakyakistan.
  1582. >To what degree these preparatory measures would offer was yet to be seen.
  1583. >The vast terrains of Equestria and what might happen regarding the war in Yakyakistan could change any advantage or disadvantage in near sight.
  1584. >For now, it was but time to observe.
  1585. >You weren't a soldier on the front, and neither were you a general standing above a war table.
  1586. >So far behind the front, and not one action you could do would change what would happen out there.
  1587. >~{Day 12}~
  1588. >Time flowed onwards from the last missive of the front that you and Siltsong received.
  1589. >The conflict opened with the invasion of Yakyakistan by King Sombra's forces.
  1590. >The next missive coming in from Saghai observers to the invasion came by today.
  1591. >Detailed within was the updated status of the Yak defenders.
  1592. >Cities had begun to fall in a swift advance around the citadels established by the Yaks in early years.
  1593. >Instead of spending months or even years in a siege, it appeared the commanders of Sombra's forces had a change in strategy.
  1594. >They could keep the garrisons encircled, but focus their efforts elsehwere to bring the Yak kingdom into submission.
  1595. >Elsewhere, the crystal ponies had been encircling entire divisions.
  1596. >It was a noose tied around the Yak armies, those soldiers being unable to be supplied or supported.
  1597. >No matter how hard they attempted to break out, the coverage of these encirclements was complete.
  1598. >No way out.
  1599. >No way through.
  1600. >What had certainly caught the eye of Saghai military officials was the speed at which the hordes of the Crystal Empire moved throughout the land of Yakyakistan.
  1601. >It was unprecedented that they would have made such gains in so little time.
  1602. >The levels of coordination and mobility were admirable, to a degree.
  1603. >Concerns had abounded that should the Crystal Empire capitulate Yakyakistan much earlier than anticipated, there would be an opportunity to exploit the current weakness of the Saghai Empire.
  1604. >The fact that its armies were still mobilizing and retrofitting.
  1605. >As capable war machine as they could field, the Saghai ponies would not be fully ready for some time.
  1606. >Whether or not King Sombra would make such a bold move had yet to be seen.
  1607. >Most of the historic grudges the Tyrant in the North possessed lay with Princess Celestia and her Equestrians.
  1608. >Historically, the Saghai Empire...
  1609. >Well, they really didn't interact with outside powers that much.
  1610. >A policy of relative isolationism was the culprit.
  1611. >For what reason might they have to worry?
  1612. >Not like they could just waltz right into the Crystal Castle and bother King Sombra, of all ponies, to see what his intentions might be.
  1613. >Knowing the fate that befell the crystal ponies, they'd rather not attempt it.
  1614. >However, despite the generally-greivous situation the state of Yakyakistan had been put into, there were some glimmers of hope left.
  1615. >Divisions that had managed to mobilize were standing strong, doing what they could to break others out of their encirclements.
  1616. >They had succeeded in relieving the beseiged garrisons of outlying fortresses, forcing the Crystal Empire's own to regroup.
  1617. >This growing force was gathering steam, and could become a force to be reckoned with.
  1618. >The will and determination of the Yaks had not been broken, despite these dire straits they had been unwillingly placed into.
  1619. >It may have been even more admirable to consider that with such an advantage in coordination, speed of conquest, and overall size, that the Crystal Empire's army had failed to bring about what mattered most.
  1620. >The utter destruction of the Yak perseverance and will to fight.
  1621. >Such creatures were bound to put up some form of resistance.
  1622. >Further observations from the Saghai have revealed inordinate amounts of supplies were being moved into Yakyakistan, however.
  1623. >Such a development was peculiar, as it was not solely food and weapons.
  1624. >Building materials for infrastructure were being brought in alongside the equipment needed to continue the campaign.
  1625. >What exactly they had planned was unknown at this time, but one could throw around ideas.
  1626. >Perhaps they were putting up railroads to further connnect their occupied territories.
  1627. >If they so anticipated victory, it would make some functional sense.
  1628. >Mountainous terrain was quite difficult to cross rapidly, after all.
  1629. >Though, it was unknown to what extent they had subdued the Yak lands.
  1630. >The mind of an ambitious conqueror could be a mystery, at times.
  1631. >In the meantime, as the armies of both nations squared off in the distant north, some agents of the Emperor have been getting better estimates along the Equestrian border.
  1632. >The Equestrian army had been doing what it could to mobilize and properly prepare, and it certainly was to a greater extent than that of the Yakyakistani.
  1633. >Old emplacements were being garrisoned once again, and cities were being fortified in preparation for what appeared to be the inevitable.
  1634. >At the time of writing their current observations, the Imperial Banner army judged that forces were roughly equal.
  1635. >Things were most certainly about to change, as rumors of further divisions being steered towards Equestria directly from the Crystal Empire's heartland.
  1636. >A foreboding message that war would be coming.
  1637. >What else might be possible to divine from such a significant development towards the growing sourthern front?
  1638. >All that anyone or any pony could deduce was a simple conclusion.
  1639. >That the rising flame would lash outwards, scorching anything it could.
  1640. >With such an observation, it did bring considerable worry to your attention.
  1641. >Undoubtedly, the gleaming city of ivory and gold that was Canterlot, it was within King Sombra's sights.
  1642. >To fulfill the wish of enacting revenge against those who defeated him all those centuries ago.
  1643. >The idyllic land of Equestria was no longer under potential threat that had made you fret.
  1644. >That danger was quite real.
  1645. >Until anything else had developed, all you and Siltsong could do was observe.
  1646. >You would not expect to end up on the front lines in the foreseeable future.
  1647. >Nor would you be directing troop movements, taking their lives into your hands.
  1648. >Any impact you could possibly have in this war was absolutely negiglible.
  1649. >A part of you still held onto the hope that what the Sun Princess had done to prepare would be enough.
  1650. >Another denegrated the idea, tossing hope aside and expecting a situation as desperate as the defense of Yakyakistan.
  1651. >~{Day 23}~
  1652. >Things had become much, much worse since the last missive.
  1653. >In spite of their best efforts, Yakyakistan was soon to be domineered by King Sombra.
  1654. >The army that had been growing in strength was routed, setting them along a course of shattered retreat back to the Yak capitol.
  1655. >Cities had begun to fall as the great momentum of the Crystal Empire's invasion was fully brought to bear.
  1656. >The advance of the crystal ponies was seemingly undaunted by the earlier setbacks and delays.
  1657. >Now, they marched on any city they came across, setting it to siege that it could not hope to win.
  1658. >Siege engines brought to bear and prepared, no fortifications that had been a historic strength would hold.
  1659. >Each city that had fallen to Sombra's advance brought nails further and further to sealing the coffin.
  1660. >Where did that leave you and Siltsong, in this most recent and grim time?
  1661. >Within the missive to arrive today, a request from the Emperor himself called for Siltsong to attempt to convince the royalty of Yakyakistan to evacuate from the capitol before long.
  1662. >The writing was on the wall, and before long, the government of the nation would be completely destroyed should it not flee the land.
  1663. >The Emperor's reasoning may not have been explicitly set in word, but it could be assumed something in the realm of politics might be afoot.
  1664. >That, and taking in a foreign court might help maintain the legitimacy of a state soon to be occupied.
  1665. >Whether or not Prince Rutherford would bother with such things, of course, remained to be seen.
  1666. >If your knowledge of him was to be correct, he was a prideful leader.
  1667. >Fleeing with his court might be considered a weak thing to do.
  1668. >A stain to one's honor, even if it was a sensible decision.
  1669. >One might even believe it something to question the legitimacy of his rulership.
  1670. >As interesting as that can of worms might be, you weren't there to discuss the matters.
  1671. >You were still within Embassy grounds, waiting for Siltsong to return.
  1672. >She had left on her own, mentioning that this must be handled with the most delicate approach.
  1673. >Siltsong desired for the talks with the Yak entourage in Equestria at the time to go as perfectly as she was able to direct them.
  1674. >While she may have many years of experience in wheeling-and-dealing within the political sphere, you were...
  1675. >Quite lacking, honestly.
  1676. >This was just something she had to deal with alone, despite any protests you may possess.
  1677. >Without your mare around, things certainly felt lonely.
  1678. >Who exactly were you gonna enjoy some cuddles with, or give affectionate petting to?
  1679. >It really activated your almonds that you were feeling this frustration.
  1680. >Both in that you didn't have Siltsong with you, and the bit of guilt that you felt frustrated.
  1681. >It didn't sound that selfish, to feel that way, did it?
  1682. >Waiting to see your sweetheart again really did suck ass...
  1683. >But you supposed it was inevitable, that something related to work would try and snake its way into your lives.
  1684. >In the meanwhile, you kept yourself preoccupied with seeing what you might be able to read of Saghaic.
  1685. >Before Siltsong had to attend to her diplomatic mission, you had made some progress in your efforts to learn the language.
  1686. >You had some of the words down, meanign you could discern bits and pieces of the books printed in that strange scribble.
  1687. >Really, though, it was only in bits and pieces.
  1688. >Like reading a stone tablet that had a majority of its contents scratched, worn, and faded from view.
  1689. >Just wasn't quite the same without your little Ambassador mare around...
  1690. >As your thoughts drifted back towards the graceful mare that had such an impact on your life, you heard a knock at the door.
  1691. >Jolted from your thoughts on Siltsong, the door opened, revealing the mare in question.
  1692. >Despite her majestic decorum, she appeared to be most certainly stressed.
  1693. >With a heart full of concern for the silvery mare, you question what had brought her such visible distress.
  1694. "Siltsong? What seems to be the matter? You look like you've been running yourself ragged."
  1695. >Sighing deeply and wearily, your mare flops upon her bed.
  1696. >"Dealing with this Yaks is nigh-impossible, Anonymous...I won't defy the Emperor's request, but it's quite trying to trot on eggshells just to discuss anything!"
  1697. >Rubbing her temples gently with her hooves, Siltsong vented her frustrations gently about her day.
  1698. >It was somewhat obvious that she didn't take much pleasure in the act of trying to open a dialogue with them.
  1699. >If it took that much of a delicate touch, you'd imagine anyone in her shoes would be stressed to high hell.
  1700. >Taking a seat beside your mare, you gently begin to pet her withers.
  1701. "It hurts to see you so stressed-out, Siltsong...you think you'd like a massage, to unwind?"
  1702. >Taking a breather, Siltsong nods slowly after but a moment of consideration.
  1703. >"To relax would be wonderful, Anonymous...I'd rather forget about the stresses of diplomacy."
  1704. >With her approval, you preapre for an afternoon of giving the pone waifu some massages.
  1705. >You only really hoped that you could deliver the same quality one might expect of a professional.
  1706. >Even if you overall lacked experience, you wanted to do your best.
  1707. >Siltsong deserved something nice to come home to, after her long day.
  1708. >The first and only obstacule you had in your way was the gown she wore.
  1709. >As silken and conforming as it was to her figure, it was in the way.
  1710. >You believed giving a massage would work better without those clothes on.
  1711. >Your fingers tugging on the silks gently, you questioned your mare on the matter.
  1712. "You don't mind if I take these off for the massage, do you?"
  1713. >Glancing back to you, Siltsong shakes her head.
  1714. >"Not particularly. Go right ahead, my betrothed."
  1715. >That being all you needed, you slowly, gently undressed Siltsong from her day-to-day attire.
  1716. >The gown slid off with near-minimal effort.
  1717. >It certainly brought a reminiscent sensation of opening a christmas gift.
  1718. >Being presented with the visage of a mare as beautiful as Siltsong...
  1719. >Not to say any other mare was not beautiful.
  1720. >Far from that line of reasoning.
  1721. >Siltsong's own elegance stood out as though it were a unique, crowning gemstone.
  1722. >Adorning in harmony with the rest of the setting, but ever-glorying its own beauty.
  1723. >As much as you were able to marvel at her majesty, you had a job to do.
  1724. >Working along her withers, and loin, the massage would begin.
  1725. >Most of her tension was around there, so far.
  1726. >She cooed as your fingers did their work, performing your best to brighten her day.
  1727. >Siltsong closed her eyes as your worked your magic, content with her position.
  1728. >Nothing else to do or work herself to death over.
  1729. >Just some quality time with her humanbando she was engaged to.
  1730. >Something you had come to notice was that despite her overall cuddly appearance and plushness, there was still plenty of wiry earth pony muscle beneath.
  1731. >Powerful and strong as could be.
  1732. >It was taking a lot of effort on your part to try and loosen the knots of her muscles in her back.
  1733. >You'd question if it was taking this long, how on Earth might one offer such services to a more intensively-active earth pone?
  1734. >One would need fingers of steel to get a proper grasp on that conundrum.
  1735. >For you, however, it was not a preeminent concern.
  1736. >All you were really worried for in that moment was making your mare happy and relaxed.
  1737. >Judging by the pleased cooing Siltsong muttered, you knew you were on the right track.
  1738. >"Thank you for this, Anonymous, my betrothed...it feels great to have somepony to relax with...especially like this."
  1739. >Smiling, you coninuted your task of helping your mare relax as the conversation continued.
  1740. "Not a problem, Siltsong. You ever need me to help you unwind, you just ask, okay?"
  1741. >Nodding slowly, the mare in question acknowledges your statement.
  1742. >"I will, most certainly...might you move onto my upper neck, Anonymous? It's not been feeling pleasant, recently..."
  1743. >Abiding her request, you move onwards to the spot causing her trouble.
  1744. >Gently and with delicate care, you begin to massage where you believed the tension was.
  1745. >What you had found was her neck, indeed, was feeling quite filled with tension.
  1746. >It must not have been pleasant at all for Siltsong.
  1747. >Perhaps the stresses of the day had a hand in that?
  1748. >Whatever the case may be, you gave it the most attention for the time being.
  1749. >No need for a mare such as Siltsong to be troubled by the aches and pains of the day.
  1750. >Hearing her hums and coos as you did everything you could to help her relax made it all worth it.
  1751. >Your smile remained strong, finding the pace of slowing down and embracing the day as it was with Siltsong just perfect.
  1752. >Nothing else entered your mind as to what you'd want to do that day.
  1753. >Just this was wholly sufficent.
  1754. >Spending the time unwinding with your mare, and forgetting about the worries of tomorrow.
  1755. >Those would be taken care of when you got there.
  1756. >Despite the bad news and general cynicism of the situation outside these walls, today was pleasant as could be.
  1757. >Hearing pleasant murmurs of approval from Siltsong as you continued to work along her upper neck was a slice of heaven.
  1758. >Of course, you couldn't stay there forever.
  1759. >Other places needed the attention of a lover's careful touch.
  1760. >You elected to move between spots every now and again, careful to make sure any and all aches your mare might have were all taken care of.
  1761. >It would not do to leave anything within reason unattended to.
  1762. >Besides, you had to admit, it was great to help Siltsong unwind after a particularly trying day trying to open a diologue with the Yaks.
  1763. >A strong, hardy people that had a Prince known for his...how to put it...
  1764. >Thin-skin regarding what was considered perfect?
  1765. >Prideful in his leadership and Yak heritage, whatever did not meet his expectations or upset him would make it difficult to get anywhere without firm knowledge in everything Yak.
  1766. >An arbitrary metric to go by, if anything.
  1767. >And for quite a few under him, this view was shared.
  1768. >At least, that was what you could assume if Siltsong's frustrations were anything indicitave.
  1769. "Real sorry work's been doing a number on you recently, Siltsong. Didn't think today would be that bad..."
  1770. >The silvery mare sighed gently, her regal, violet eyes glancing back towards you half-lidded.
  1771. >"While it's not been...pleasant, at all...I'm not a fairweather 'soldier.' I knew I would have to get involved in tricky business at some point in my life as an Ambassador. I can only hope tomorrow might be better..."
  1772. >Temporarily stopping your amateur massaging techqniques, you give the Ambassador pone some ear-scritches.
  1773. >Though initially surprised, Siltsong took quite nicely to the action.
  1774. >Humming jubilantly, she smiled at your careful touch and how attentive it was to bringing poners smiles.
  1775. >Because that's what amttered most in life, wasn't it?
  1776. >Seeing your marshmallow pone happy?
  1777. >You'd certainly like to think so.
  1778. >Hell, you knew so, as Siltsong's smile was enough to dispel whatever clouds hung over your heart.
  1779. >The sun had shone much brighter since you came to know her.
  1780. >And every time your shared an embrace - be it a hug, kiss, or anything in between - memories of loneliness would fade far into the night.
  1781. >Following your extensive ear-scritches, you move back to offering relaxing massages for Siltsong while you talk about her day.
  1782. "Yeah, really do hope tomorrow gets better for you, Siltsong...what's got their panties in such a wad that you've gotta tiptoe around discussing fleeing to a different country?"
  1783. >You couldn't help but ask for a bit more clear a picture.
  1784. >Not knowing what exactly was the problem and the general uncertainty of the world around you...
  1785. >Well, you had about enough of that nonsense.
  1786. >Upon hearing your somewhat colorful language, Siltsong's face lit up with a cherry-red.
  1787. >Perhaps she wasn't used to hearing that kind of wording?
  1788. >"T-To be frank, it's difficult to get them to see the reason in making the decision...as prideful as they can be, it would appear most dishonorable if they simply abandoned their nation. At least, that's what I can discern."
  1789. >Prideful to the end, weren't they?
  1790. >Must be near-impossible to make them budge from their position.
  1791. >What could really get them to change their minds...?
  1792. >A bit of inspiration came to mind as you exercised that brain of yours.
  1793. >Wouldn't want too many cobwebs shitting up the place, now would you?
  1794. "Hmm...I think I may have an idea, if you'd want to hear it."
  1795. >Siltsong cooed softly as you worked a particularly sore spot, wondering what you may have in mind.
  1796. >"Alright, I'll entertain what you've got in mind, my betrothed."
  1797. >Diplomacy wasn't exactly a realm in which you had expertise, granted.
  1798. >But perhaps playing some mental gymnastics to construe what was truly honroable might help a more diplomatic pone.
  1799. >Who knows, mayble you'll help expediate this diplomancing.
  1800. "Maybe you should try convincing them that leaving Yakyakistan might be a more honorable choice than be captured. This 'Rutherford' character, he's real proud in anything and everything Yak, ain't he?"
  1801. >Siltsong nods, following along with your reasoning so far.
  1802. >With a motion of her hoof, she encourages you to continue.
  1803. "I would imagine he'd be pretty proud of everything his dynasty had done, as well. Maybe you could try convincing him to flee with his court on that line of thought?"
  1804. >Siltsong took a moment to think about the idea, in between your slow and rhythmic massaging.
  1805. >You thought it would make some sense.
  1806. >The de jure government of Yakyakistan wouldn't be destroyed, if his court left the nation temporarily.
  1807. >Only displaced for the time being.
  1808. >A government in exile, waiting for a chance to return to its homeland.
  1809. >Siltsong soon questioned your epiphany, wondering if you had fleshed out any places your argument was particularly easy to perforate.
  1810. >"And how would you respond to refusal? Leaving one's own subjects could be viewed as a cowardice, especially if the fate that awaits them is particularly unfortunate."
  1811. >That was a good point.
  1812. >Knowing how much it likely messed with Princess Cadence, that she had left the Crystal Empire to King Sombra, a cruel tyrant...
  1813. >Was it really all the more better to abandon one's subjects when a great evil was to swallow the land?
  1814. >The psychological ramifications of doing so haunted a pone you had come to know while waiting for the day you met Siltsong.
  1815. >Even if Prince Rutherford could be disagreeable for reasons, it's not exactly the kind of sensation you'd want to wish on anyone.
  1816. "That's a fair answer...I suppose my counterargument would be that would be everything his forefathers worked for, everything that built up his dynasty's greatness wouldn't be existent any longer if he was stripped of his title."
  1817. >Deviating a little from massages, you occasionally ventured to rub her sides between kneading.
  1818.  
  1819. >You wondered if you'd ever get a change to offer belly-rubs...
  1820. >Siltsong didn't appear to mind your shifted attention, moving somewhat further from her back.
  1821. >While your mare still pondered over your words, you had another serendipitous thought cross your mind.
  1822. "Also, nobody's really seen what King Sombra does to any ruler he captures...it's not like Rutherford's fate would be certain if he were to be captured when Yakyakistan falls."
  1823. >Thinking about it, what would he have done if Cadence didn't flee in time?
  1824. >You'd shudder to dwell on that for too long.
  1825. >So, you don't.
  1826. >Musing over the possibility of what might happen if the Prince of Yakyakistan was captured, Siltsong tapped her hoof against the mattress.
  1827. >"He wouldn't be able to curry any support for returning his lordship over the state, should anything particularly unpleasant befall him...though, it still leaves a significant counterpoint in the plight of a conquered people."
  1828. >You didn't think you had any real knowledge of how best to lay that to rest.
  1829. >You shrugged, supposing that would be something that had to be decided between.
  1830. >Either let oneself be captured and await an unknown fate, or flee to curry support for liberation while having that nagging feeling of abandoning kinsfolk rage on in the back of their mind.
  1831. "It would be a tough call...don't know if it helps any, but I hope that idea gets you somewhere."
  1832. >Siltsong glanced back to you, softly smiling.
  1833. >"Anything to help make this go by quicker would be a gift bestowed from Heaven itself..."
  1834. >The pink remainder of her blush from your colorful vocabluary started to intensify, if only gently.
  1835. >Siltsong's eyes shifted their focus from you downwards, shying away from your own.
  1836. >"In the meantime, while we wait for tomorrow...perhaps there is something you could to to help today?"
  1837. >You nod with vigor, eager to help.
  1838. >If it made her day better, especially after stressful diplomancing, you'd do your bestest.
  1839. "Of course! What can I do?"
  1840. >A bit shy to ask for what exactly, it took a little for your Ambassador mare to explain what she might need of you.
  1841. >"Could you continue to do that rubbing motion, but a bit...lower?"
  1842. >Was she asking for it?
  1843. >The belly rubs?
  1844. >If this was such an opportunity being afforded to you, there was no question.
  1845. >You must seize such an opportunity for the sacred practice of gentle, sweet, tender poner tum appreciation.
  1846. >Deftly, your touch moves further down, but not south.
  1847. >Of course, you could only go so far before you were stopped.
  1848. >Something to do with your fingers meeting that spot where the pone and bed met.
  1849. "Something a little like this, Siltsong?"
  1850. >A jubilant nod from the poner in question was all you needed to know you were in the right place.
  1851. >It took only but a moment before your mare rolled onto her back, letting you have access to the rubbable spot in question.
  1852. >Her tail, however, did cover where it might not be advised to do so.
  1853. >That, or she didn't want to give you a face-full of crotch tiddy.
  1854. >She did have her reasons for not turning this any lewder than necessary.
  1855. >Not keeping Siltsong waiting any longer, your hand glides over the delectably-soft coat your mare possessed, all the way over to where proper rubs were needed.
  1856. >And thus, you vigorously initated the the belly rubs so requested by Siltsong.
  1857. >Her blush was quite intense, though she seemed to be enjoying it plenty.
  1858. >Occasionally, she would giggle from your enthusiasm in gentle poner belly rubs.
  1859. >Today wasn't bad, at all...
  1860. >You got to spend that day relishing in the delight of offering a pone some sweet belly rubs.
  1861. >That was more than enough to bring a smile to your face.
  1862. >You could do this for hours, honestly.
  1863. >Just relishing in the sensation of your fingers going to work on the soft underside of the silvery mare.
  1864. >Her coat felt especially soft there, something so plush that you felt a twang of guilt as your digits explored the land of short, sweet fluff.
  1865. >To elaborate, such luxurious and overwhelmingly-magnificent plushness was not what mere mortals should enjoy.
  1866. >But you were.
  1867. >Such divine-yet-simple pleasures as giving Siltsong some light belly-rubbing.
  1868. >For what must a man do in order to be graced with an opportunity like this?
  1869. >While you would love to ponder the nature of this sudden bout of good fortune, the enjoyment of the mare beneath you would not allow it.
  1870. >Hearing every little giggle and guffaw of approval, alongside that impressively-red blush, was a choir of angels blessing your ears.
  1871. >This light, delicate, tender petting of poner tums was a simple little pleasure.
  1872. >Nothing to knock, there.
  1873. >However, the seed of an idea had been planted in your mind...
  1874. >Why not move on to more heavy petting?
  1875. >Though the simple things in life were most certainly wonderful, why not see just how much your precious mare might enjoy more serious pone belly rubs?
  1876. >Maybe a gentle tickle, or two.
  1877. >You couldn't help yourself, as an exposed, delectably plush belly was right there.
  1878. >And so your attack would begin.
  1879. >When your mare would least expect it.
  1880. >For a short moment before it, however, you wanted to see just how much Siltsong delighted in gentle belly rubs.
  1881. >The mare was always at heart, right?
  1882. >Visual cues could clue you in, yeah.
  1883. >You just liked to hear that beautiful voice of hers.
  1884. >Whilst you continued your gentle, deliberate petting of the squishy mare belly, you asked Siltsong that opening question.
  1885. "I take it you really, really like this, Siltsong?"
  1886. >With her face still adorning that dazzling, crimson blush, Siltsong gave you a nod of affirmation.
  1887. >"I can't say why...b-but it feels very nice..."
  1888. >Good to know she was liking it.
  1889. >Now, with a devious smile, you readied yourself for the power of heavy petting.
  1890. >Siltsong had not anticipated your sudden increase in vigor.
  1891. >She did not voice any protest, however.
  1892. >The mare appeared to approve of either pace of belly rubs, light or heavy.
  1893. >Sometimes, her leg would twitch and slightly kick.
  1894. >You wonder how other noblepones would perceive something such as this.
  1895. >The epitome of grace and regality that your mare was, and she was like clay in your hands.
  1896. >Melting to your touch, and loving every second of it.
  1897. >Sprawled out on the bed, and letting you indulge in a shared desire for such contact.
  1898. >Once so starved for something as valuable as physical affection, the both of you relished in the moment.
  1899. >Feeling that previous emptiness fade away, a certain love-shaped hole in your life being filled...
  1900. >In but twenty-three days, you had taken such a bond to this Ambassador.
  1901. >Siltsong and you both were so lonely and far apart.
  1902. >Though leading different lives, from different origins and cultures.
  1903. >Now, you were standing here giving her the most aggressively-loving belly rubs a man could give.
  1904. >And from the looks of it, Siltsong adored the attention and affection.
  1905. >Every last second of it.
  1906. >Just being here and spending time with Siltsong was all you could really ask for.
  1907. >She was also a real cutie, too, so that was a real nice plus.
  1908. >All you'd really need to feel happiness and contentment was just having your mare at your side.
  1909. >Soon, the heavy petting you had vigorously given unto Siltsong came to a close, no longer being as intense as it had.
  1910. >Almost disappointedly, your mare whined as the belly rubs returned to a light, gentle pace.
  1911. >"Aww...no more?"
  1912. >Siltsong's leg had stopped its previous motions, no longer under such stimulation as before.
  1913. >At rest, once more.
  1914. >Alas, that was the end of the ride.
  1915. >For now.
  1916. >You nodded, affirming what she had suspected.
  1917. >Though disappointed, your mare was at least able to forgive you for stopping.
  1918. >This time, at least.
  1919. >While still sprawled out on her back in front of you, Siltsong's violet eyes glided over to the bookshelves behind you.
  1920. >Shifting from spine to spine, title to title.
  1921. >You wondered for a moment just what she might be searching for.
  1922. >Pointing with a hoof, Siltsong articulated to a section of the bookshelves.
  1923. >"Anonymous, could you grab the third book from the left on the middle shelf?"
  1924. >You didn't see why not to do so.
  1925. >Reluctantly, you parted from the gentle pone belly rubs you were offering to retrieve what she was looking for.
  1926. >With some coordination from Siltsong, you were able to find just the one you were looking for.
  1927. >The book in possessed a faded red cloth cover, appearing almost to be pink but still discernably red in hue.
  1928. >Written along the spine and on the cover was a title in the Saghaic script, in and of itself in some gold-looking reflective stuff.
  1929. >You didn't know the proper term for it, alright?
  1930. >Like for a good majority of the Saghaic script and language, you couldn't pick up what it was about.
  1931. >Believing this was indeed just what Siltsong wanted, you put the cover on display for her.
  1932. "This is the one you were wanting me to grab, right?"
  1933. >Rolling back over to lay on her stomach and legs once more, Siltsong gave you an affirmative nod.
  1934. >"Mhm, exactly what I was looking for. Why don't you come sit down with me, my betrothed?"
  1935. >You saw no reason not to.
  1936. >Coming to rest on the bed once more, you sat beside your mare.
  1937. >Was it gonna be some sick storytime?
  1938. >With Siltsong as the narrator?
  1939. >Man, that sounded like a great way to spend the evening.
  1940. >Her hoof gently gliding across the surface of the book, Siltsong read off the title for you.
  1941. >"This book is entitled, 'The Princess' Jounrey...' It's a foal's tale about a princess saving her ill prince..."
  1942. >Sounds like it might be a somewhat sweet story.
  1943. >Well, there could be some twists.
  1944. >You just hope the story ends okay.
  1945. "Seems to me you're quite familiar with this book."
  1946. >You mused, as Siltsong appeared to be readily familiar with the tome.
  1947. >"It was a favorite of mine, when I was but up to my father's knees...I'll admit, I still read it every now and again, when I'm feeling down...takes me right back to a simpler time."
  1948. >You smiled softly, supposing for the time being it would just be a comfy evening with your mare, reading good stories.
  1949. >Flipping over the cover, Siltsong began to narrate for you, starting at the title page.
  1950. >Not your fault learning a new language took longer than twenty-three days.
  1951. >Being a children's book, of course there was going to be art.
  1952. >The simplistic-yet-detailed approach they took at the title page was quite remarkable.
  1953. >Each disciplined stroke of artistry and the careful choice of color was breathtaking.
  1954. >For a children's book, they sure put a lot of effort into it.
  1955. >Did the Saghai poners ever half-ass anything?
  1956. >Setting your internal ramblings aside for a moment to observe the picture before you, it appeared to be that of a mare in silks not unlike the ones your mare wore, standing in a mountain valley.
  1957. >The title script was the same as on the spine and cover, only this time in actual ink.
  1958. >And so, your mare began with a smooth, soothing voice.
  1959. >"The Princess' Journey."
  1960. >Slowing down and enjoying this read with your mare was going to be perfection.
  1961. >You could just tell.
  1962. >Flipping the page, the next two were covered in wonderfully-detailed art, remaining in the simplistic and surprisingly-thorough style characterized on the title page.
  1963. >The imagery itself on the first page was a starry night sky, with clouds shown towards the right half of the book as though it were a transition to the second page to the right.
  1964. >On that second page, was a depiction of this Princess, a mare of golden coat and a fiery red mane.
  1965. >It was here that the story would begin.
  1966. >"Long ago, in a lost kingdom, there was a Princess who lived in a prosperous city. When she was but a foal, she met a Prince from a neighboring kingdom. The two became fast friends, sending letters between one another when far away and spending all their time together when their families met."
  1967. >Turning over to the next page, the picture showed the two, the golden mare with a fiery mane and a stallion of a radiant light blue coat with a mane of deep, reddish-brown.
  1968. >On the next page, there was an image of the two hugging, with a stylized heart above the pair.
  1969. >"It wasn't long before the two fell in love with one another, loving each other's company as the land loved the warmth of sunlight. When they came of age, their families agreed to seeing them married. A bond to tie the two verdant and prosperous lands together."
  1970. >Flipping over the page, the image on either page was of the two in their wedding clothes, as though preparing for the ceremony ahead.
  1971. >"Both the Prince and the Princess were overjoyed at the news, taking day and night to make sure it would all go right. Their love for one another knew no bounds, and the music of love resounded."
  1972. >Turning over to the next page, it depicted the Princess receiving a letter from a courier bird.
  1973. >The next page had displayed the Prince in a sickbed, surrounded by those of his Kingdom.
  1974. >"Soon, however, word had come that illness had stricken her Prince. Nopony knew what exactly was ahoof. That was, until a mystic in the Prince's kingdom spoke of a foul curse of a disease that had afflicted him. The mystic spoke of a great journey that could be undertaken to find what anypony would need to save the Prince."
  1975. >The next page featured the Princess and the mystic, said mystic behind enshrouding robes.
  1976. >"Seeing to save the life of her beloved Prince, the Princess sought out this mystic, willing to hear out word for word what she must do. She was willing to scour the world."
  1977. >Hearing the fairy-tale levels of true love in the story was enough to make you audibly 'ahttp://www...'
  1978. >You had also begun to gently rub and scratch Siltsong's ear while she read, smiling as she continued.
  1979. >A gentle shade of pink had graced her face, remaining a soft and sweet blush.
  1980. >Continuing where she left off, Siltsong began to read from the next page.
  1981. >"The mystic spoke with the Princess, telling her of what she would need to do. She needed to travel alone to a sacred grove, where if she could answer the grove spirit's quandaries, it would give her the cure to her Prince's ailment."
  1982. >Of course, that page depicted the conversation between this mysterious mystic and the concerned Princess.
  1983. >The following page, after flipping it over, was of the Princess setting out on her journey to this distant and venerated grove.
  1984. >"And so, the Princess bid farewell to the mystic and those who knew her, setting off the grove to find what may just save her beloved Prince. She took only what was necessary, and departed at once to the grove of the spirit."
  1985. >The next two pages both showcased the terrain the Princess had to cross, idyllic and treacherous, on her excursion.
  1986. >"The Princess travelled across the land with what haste she could manage, not wanting to keep her Prince waiting. The beautiful countryside was easy but vast, and the wilderness rugged on her delicate hooves but short to cross."
  1987. >The next page was of the Princess setting up a small camp for herself, and having a meal most ordinary for a royal.
  1988. >"Before she could continue her quest, the Princess had to stop to rest and eat. The food she had brought with her was not what she was used to, simple goods that would last a long time. No sugar or salt that added balanced to the food. It was lifeless and bland, without the affections of spice."
  1989. >Before she was able to continue, she had noticed that your focus had drifted to her tail.
  1990. >Observing that you held it with your fingers, she inquired further.
  1991. >"Uhm...Anonymous, my betrothed...what are you doing...?"
  1992. >Meeting your eyes with Siltsong's, you explained why you had taken such a fascination with her tail.
  1993. "Oh, I just was thinking of how pretty your tail was...it feels very nice and smooth. You don't do much with it, however...I was thinking I could braid it, if you don't mind."
  1994. >She usually kept it nice and straight.
  1995. >Not knocking that, but you felt a nice braid would fit the mare.
  1996. >Mulling it around in her head, Siltsong eventually gave you a nod of approval.
  1997. >"Alright, Anonymous...just be a little careful, alright?"
  1998. >Not willing to abuse the trust your mare put in you, you nodded in return immediately.
  1999. >Being careful and deft as you could, you took the locks of lilac and yellow just a little short of her tail dock and began to work them into a braid.
  2000. >You did your best to avoid gazing upon...anything else.
  2001. >You were braiding her tail, not fantasizing about what you'd do to those mighty earth pone haunches, alright?
  2002. >Once you had it going, you were able to work it by memory.
  2003. >Your mother sometimes had you help her out with this when you were a tot.
  2004. >You were surprised that you had even remembered how to do this properly.
  2005. >Looking over your mare to see the story, you suggested she continue the story.
  2006. >Supposing you knew what you were doing, Siltsong read onward while you braided her tail.
  2007. >The next image covered both pages, being that of the Princess approaching the glade where this spirit dwelled.
  2008. >"After resting up and feeding herself, the Princess continued onwards, still having a journey to complete. With each trot and canter, she neared the sacred grove. The chirping of songbirds and the winds soon died down, to where all that was head was the gentle running of water."
  2009. >Turning the page once again, the Princess was confronted with what appeared to be an elk or deer that was made of wood, blue light seen.
  2010. >This was most likely the spirit of the glade, standing before the Princess herself.
  2011. >"Entering the glade of the spirit, the Princess was met with the being in question. Its first questions were why she had come, then came simple riddles, solvable within but moments by the Princess. As the spirit of the grove reached its last question, all the Princess heard was but one inquiry, 'To what extent does your love for the Prince run? Answer with honesty, and you shall have what you seek.'"
  2012. >Even though this was a childhood fairy tale, suspense had been built up around this part.
  2013. >Would she answer correctly?
  2014. >What might she say?
  2015. >"The Princess had such poetry in her heart, but could it describe her love for the Prince? She reflected long and hard on her thoughts, before answering, 'I love him as ponies love sugar and salt.'"
  2016. >Hearing how simple her response was had given you pause.
  2017. >It left you thinking of what she could have meant for it to say.
  2018. >"The spirit of the glade pondered the Princess' response. It had expected something more than the short and succinct reply of the Princess. Reflecting on it, the spirit observed that without sugar nor salt, the wonderful flavors of salty and sweet could be no more. The spices of life were gone, something unthinkable to everypony who enjoys them."
  2019. >Linking back the words on the food, you could see it now.
  2020. >Alongside the explanation of her answer right there.
  2021. >Turning the page, the left-hand side depicted the spirit bowing and bestowing the Princess with a vial of water.
  2022. >"Understanding what the Princess had spoken of, the spirit respected her learned and wise few words. Presenting her with the waters of the sacred grove, they encouraged the Princess to make haste back to the Prince. Setting off after the Prince's kingdom, she would cross the lands just to be with her beloved once more."
  2023. >The next two pages after it were of the Princess returning and administrating the healing waters of the venerated glade.
  2024. >You anxiously awaited to see what was spoken of in this arc, and if the Prince made it.
  2025. >"Arriving back at the Prince's castle, the Princess made haste to be at her beloved's side. His condition had worsened while she was away, and could only hope the remedy offered could help. Giving her beloved a drink of the grove's waters, she waited to see if he would arise from his stupor..."
  2026. >Siltsong must have been keeping you in suspense, waiting to see what the resolution to the story might be, on purpose.
  2027. >"...and with a flutter of his eyes, he awoke from the cursed illness that had maligned him. The disease had been broken, and the journey had not been for nothing."
  2028. >The final page in the book was of the two of them, dressed for their wedding and at one another's side.
  2029. >"And so the story ends, with their hardships past them, the Prince and Princess married on a pleasant autumn evening. The Princess' love for her beloved Prince was unending, and the Prince's heart filled with affection for the mare he took the hoof of, as deep as the endless seas."
  2030. >And so, Siltsong closed the book after narrating her old favorite fairy tale to you.
  2031. >Coincidentally, you had also finished braiding her tail, impressed with your work.
  2032. >Namely, because you were worried it would turn out shoddy.
  2033. >Tunring and glancing back to you, your mare wondered how much you liked the story.
  2034. >"So...what do think of it, Anonymous? Was it a good 'read?'"
  2035. >To answer, you gave her a slow, passionate kiss.
  2036. >Spending every moment relishing in the contact with someone as special as her.
  2037. >Only when you parted with her did you properly put it into word.
  2038. "I loved it just as much as I love spending every day with you, Siltsong."
  2039. >Dismissively, Siltsong waved her hoof before giving you a nice, big hug.
  2040. >"Oh, you charmer!"
  2041. >Locking her forelegs around you, she held on with a content smile.
  2042. >This, of course, prompted you to respond by taking your mare into your arms.
  2043. >Sharing the embrace always gave the feeling of lifting your heart, a rising in your chest that filled you with lightheartedness.
  2044. >"I'm glad to hear you loved the story so, Anonymous..."
  2045. >Nodding, you began to gently rub one of Siltsong's ears, looking down at the mare whom you held so close.
  2046. "Thanks for sharing it, Siltsong. It's a real touching story, that."
  2047. >Tossing a glance to the great outdoors, it was about the middle of the afternoon.
  2048. >Waiting for your mare to come back may have felt like forever, but time certainly had flown while you enjoyed it with Siltsong.
  2049. >Every fond memory made with her making the time spent seem like it was a bit short.
  2050. >It wasn't that bad, however, to have time fly so quickly.
  2051. >With someone you'd been finding such attachment to, it was all good.
  2052. >Though, a question that came to mind remained unanswered.
  2053. "Siltsong? There anything this afternoon you wanted to do?"
  2054. >The silvery earth pone looked up to you, curious of what the question was all about.
  2055. >"Hmm...? I don't think so, no. Did you have anything in mind?"
  2056. >You did have a couple of ideas.
  2057. "Was thinking we could go out to the Canterlot Gardens, perhaps bring a little picnic along. It's a real beautiful place, and I thought it would be a great way to spend the last shreds of the day."
  2058. >Glancing out to the window for but a moment, Siltsong could see what you mean.
  2059. >The fact that you hadn't had much in the way of sustenance also played a hand in your spontaneous plan.
  2060. >"That sounds like a good idea...we'll have to stop by the kitchens first, if that's alright, Anonymous."
  2061. >You didn't know what picnic food might be to the Saghai, so you just smiled and nodded along.
  2062. "I don't mind. Think you'll be needing help getting your dress back on?"
  2063. >You presumed Siltsong might be needing to bring it along.
  2064. >If only to keep up appearances for the day.
  2065. >Seemed quite customary for the nobility around here.
  2066. >Even though you presumed your mare could indeed manage it on her own, you at least wanted to offer the common courtesy.
  2067. >After pondering the question for a few moments, Siltsong gave you the go-ahead.
  2068. >"I suppose I might, wouldn't I? If you'd like to...help...in getting it on, I won't stop you."
  2069. >She gave you a shy, little smile.
  2070. >As much as you loved to see her elegant form underneath all those clothes, you understood why she would need to cover up.
  2071. >Stuffy noblepones and their expectations had to at least be temporarily satisfied.
  2072. >With deft, careful motions, you help Siltsong back into the silken gown she wore as her day-to-day attire.
  2073. >It felt like you were wrapping back up a Christmas present you had just opened.
  2074. >You didn't fret too much, however.
  2075. >That joy of gently helping her out of that gown, to admire that raw elegance and grace...
  2076. >That wasn't going anywhere any time soon.
  2077. >Soon, she was all dressed and ready to go.
  2078. >"Thank you for the assistance, Anonymous. Goes by much faster with some help."
  2079. >You respond firstly with a chaste peck on the cheek.
  2080. >"Don't worry about it. Need anything and I'll do my best to help you out."
  2081. >Giving you an appreciative smile, Siltsong hopped off the bed, gesturing you to follow her.
  2082. >For the time being, the journey was quiet.
  2083. >Just enjoying each other's company as you ventured to wherever the kitchens were in the building.
  2084. >Turns out, it was closer to the servant's quarters than the residence building of the Ambassador.
  2085. >Perhaps just another element of Saghai architectural preferences or symbolism.
  2086. >Maybe you were thinking a little too deeply about the matter.
  2087. >Both could be quite applicable.
  2088. >The kitchens had no doors, being only the threshold into the room where delicious miracles were made.
  2089. >The first thing Siltsong did was call into the kitchen.
  2090. >"Emee! Are you in here?"
  2091. >You wondered quietly to yourself who this 'Emee' was.
  2092. >Getting your noggin joggin', you knew the word meant 'Grandma.'
  2093. >You at least had learned yourself some brand new knowledge while taking Saghaic courses with Siltsong as your instructor.
  2094. >You had some doubts that her grandmother would be all the way out here in Equestria.
  2095. >A gruff, middle-aged voice belonging to a mare resounded from elsewhere in the kitchen in response to Siltsong's inquiry.
  2096. >"Silitun! What do you want?"
  2097. >It didn't sound too upset, just asking for what Siltsong might be wanting.
  2098. >Funnily enough, 'Emee' used your mare's name as it was in Saghaic.
  2099. >You assumed they slipped between using English/Equestrian and Saghaic every now and again.
  2100. >Now knowing that 'Emee' was in the kitchen, your mare issued her request.
  2101. >"Can you make some baozi, to go?"
  2102. >An affirmative response that was little more than a hum was all you heard in return.
  2103. >The wait was not too long, and soon, you got to see who this 'Emee' was face-to-face.
  2104. >The first thing you would note was that she was a big mare.
  2105. >Standing at the very least a head or two taller than Siltsong, the middle-aged mare certainly made an impression.
  2106. >She also was...a somewhat corpulent mare.
  2107. >Though, you could just tell that she certainly was far from weak.
  2108. >Stronk and ruggedly-built, the cook of the household had brought a circular, sealed dish to take with the two of you.
  2109. >Before forking it over, she did notice that Siltsong's tail had been braided.
  2110. >Glancing between the two with some trepidation, the pause between the previous natural flow of the day was becoming unsettling.
  2111. >You had started becoming a little nervous.
  2112. >Eventually, 'Emee' held the case for this mysterious baozi out to you, which of course you took.
  2113. >"Make sure to stay out of trouble, you both! Would not do for you to get into bad situation!"
  2114. >You didn't really understand exactly what she meant...
  2115. >And with that, 'Emee' left.
  2116. >With a shrug, you decided to not dwell on the matter.
  2117. >Seeing that the both of you had what you came for, Siltsong gestured for you to come along.
  2118. >Looks like you were the one carrying the 'picnic basket' for today.
  2119. >You didn't mind, all that much.
  2120. >As you and your mare passed through the hallways, some of the hoofmaids noticed the change in Siltsong's tail style.
  2121. >A fair portion went back to minding their own business.
  2122. >They had duties to attend to, and the hierarchical-bound nature of Saghai culture commanded service to one's superiors.
  2123. >Some, however, did begin to gossip as they presumed you left earshot.
  2124. >Of course, you didn't understand a good chunk of what they were going on about.
  2125. >Some of them even chatted in a completely different language to the one you were learning.
  2126. >You could only guess as to what entirely their conversations were about.
  2127. >Siltsong, however, was fully in-tune with what they spoke of in their hushed gossiping.
  2128. >Listening through the grapevine, her ears sometimes twitched and refocused as she tried to discern what was the gist of the conversation.
  2129. >After but a few minutes of focus, an embarrassed blush had risen on her face.
  2130. >Had you done something wrong, in braiding her tail?
  2131. >There must have been some cultural significance to it.
  2132. >At least, in some regions of the Empire.
  2133. >You would have to take this up with Siltsong while in the privacy of the Gardens.
  2134. >Leaving the safe haven of the Embassy with your mare was a bit easier than before.
  2135. >The guards at least had some trust in you.
  2136. >Though, you could still feel their steely gazes observing every motion you made while in the company of the Ambassador.
  2137. >Setting foot off of the Imperial Saghai Embassy, not too much had changed in Canterlot.
  2138. >Still seemed to be near-infested with the nobility and shops that catered to their particular palate.
  2139. >Hell, you supposed even if Equestria was actually for-real at war, things probably wouldn't change anyway.
  2140. >Not intensely, anyway.
  2141. >Though, glancing around at some of the bulletins around town, you could see propaganda posters had been placed.
  2142. >Some were the typical 'Proncis Needs You, Join Guard' kind of poster you'd expect.
  2143. >Motivational and trying to glorify being in the service into making it appear somewhat appealing.
  2144. >Whether it would actually be glorious was up to whomever served in the coming war.
  2145. >Others had a message that urged ponies not to be wasteful.
  2146. >Even the simple goods of flour and the luxuries the upper crust enjoyed should be sparingly be consumed.
  2147. >That, in particular, caught your attention.
  2148. >Perhaps the Sun Pricecss feared a long war in the future?
  2149. >You did your best to not think of it too deeply.
  2150. >Not while you tried to enjoy the day spent with Siltsong.
  2151. >And that was exactly what you intended to do.
  2152. >Most of the nobles that milled about kept to themselves and their own associates.
  2153. >As per the usual.
  2154. >Though, there were occasionally groupings around the war propaganda flyers.
  2155. >Some of them were even discussing the current political climate and what it would mean for their aristocratic families.
  2156. >Generally, it could be categorized as incredibly dry and stale material to discuss by anyone else's standards.
  2157. >Some nutters outside the upper crust did pay attention to this kind of talk, though.
  2158. >For what reason, you could not say.
  2159. >Presumably, they were just crazy for monitoring their affairs.
  2160. >The groups of noblepones did thin out as you approached the Canterlot Statue Gardens.
  2161. >Soon, you could at least anticipate some distance from their judgemental glances at your less-than-courtly attire and appearance.
  2162. >The Gardens were available for the general public to meander through, and you did spend plenty of time there while waiting for the political machinations to come into place to meet Siltsong.
  2163. >The mare you were matched to.
  2164. >While it didn't encapsulate the same presence of peace and balance as the Embassy's own courtyard, the Canterlot Gardens certainly were magnificent.
  2165. >A display of the wealth and bounty of Equestria, if there were ever any.
  2166. >Though, with the war effort escalating in tune with the discordant tension, you wondered if they would remain.
  2167. >The rationing posters did give you reason to question just how long it would be until the defense of Equestria would require such drastic measures.
  2168. >Then again, who were you to assume the future of such sanctuary from the toils of the real world?
  2169. >Not like you knew which way the pendulum would swing, anyhow.
  2170. >Back to the garden, you and Siltsong found a nice bench, of which had a nice view of the many sculptures within the garden.
  2171. >You gesticulated towards the public seating to get Siltsong's attention.
  2172. "Think that would be a nice spot, right there?"
  2173. >You personally thought so.
  2174. >Tossing a cursory glance over to the spot, Siltsong nodded.
  2175. >"Looks quaint enough, Anonymous."
  2176. >Looks like Siltsong shared your thoughts.
  2177. >That meant this bench was perfect for a picnic.
  2178. >Which consisted of whatever this baozi stuff was.
  2179. >Both of you taking a spot opposite of one another, you set the circular take-out case down between the two of you.
  2180. >Sliding the top of it off, you were greeted with something that quite reminded you of dumplings.
  2181. >Slightly different, of course, but what you assumed might be a close relative.
  2182. >Maybe it was the cousin of dumplings, the one that kept getting into trouble all the time.
  2183. >Ever since you had started living with Siltsong, you had certainly become quite the dumpling connoiseur.
  2184. >Pan-seared, baked, or steamed, you could find the appreciation in either way.
  2185. >Of course, the filling was also crucial to the overall quality of whatever you were biting into.
  2186. >Each little element all came together to create a beautiful dish.
  2187. >Looking around in the container, there were two sets of chopsticks and plenty of these baozi for the two of you to enjoy.
  2188. >You and Siltsong took a set of chopsticks each, getting ready to dine on these bags full of delicious slightly-vegetarian filling and spices.
  2189. >Before you took one with your wooden kitchen utensils, you couldn't help but ever-so-slightly gawk at how an earth pony like Siltsong could handle chopsticks.
  2190. >You knew unicorns could definitely handle such instruments with relative ease.
  2191. >But for ponies like Siltsong, it almost seemed a daunting impossibility.
  2192. >However, in magical pone land, things could just find a way like that.
  2193. >Pones could do almost anything, if they put their sweet, little hearts to it.
  2194. >At least you've gotten better and handling these cursed grabbing-sticks.
  2195. >It was really embarrassing to flunder about while a pone could handle these chopsticks better than you.
  2196. >Hooves doing better than your fingers, with tools not meant for them.
  2197. >Thank heaven that's no longer an issue for you.
  2198. >Now, back to taking a bite of some baozi.
  2199. >Gripping one of them with the two wooden sticks you were gifted with, you chomp down on about half of it.
  2200. >It was a little different than dumplings, namely in the fact that they weren't as chewy.
  2201. >You might even say that they were a little fluffy.
  2202. >Overall, however, it was indeed suspiciously similar to a dumpling.
  2203. >One was chewier, and the other was a bit more...bready.
  2204. >That was certainly a word.
  2205. >As with most Saghai food, it always focused on balancing flavors to not overpower one another, letting it be a wondrous harmony of savory goodness.
  2206. >As yourself and Siltsong spent some time enjoying the quiet moment, a quandary came to mind.
  2207. >You were worried that you had done something wrong, braiding your mare's tail.
  2208. >She didn't seem too troubled by you doing so.
  2209. >Only after overhearing what the hoofmaids gossiped over did she start to appear anywhere near uncomfortable.
  2210. "Siltsong? Can I ask you something?"
  2211. >Taking a moment to finish the baozi she was eating, the silvery earthen mare politely responded.
  2212. >"Sure. What's on your mind, my betrothed?"
  2213. >You really didn't know how best to tactfully lay out the question, but your curiosity was overriding.
  2214. "I, uh...noticed the hoofmaids chattering as we passed them. You seemed a bit uncomfortable, after listening in a bit..."
  2215. >Siltsong put two and two together, nervously tapping her hooves and guffawing with uncertainty.
  2216. >"I supposed you noticed that...?"
  2217. >You nodded, hoping she would elaborate on why that was the case.
  2218. >"That may need a little explanation...do you remember the conversation regarding mane styles?"
  2219. >That you did, and it was a pretty sweet conversation to have.
  2220. "Yeah; is this related in some way?"
  2221. >Siltsong nodded, her violet eyes glancing to and from your visage.
  2222. >"Yes, it is. So, the general manestyle worn by mares is widespread throughout the Empire, but tail styles are...a different story."
  2223. >Your desire to know more was intesifying to the point where it may not be able to be contained.
  2224. >Siltsong would not leave you without answers for too long.
  2225. >"Mostly...there isn't too much significance in the styling of tails, with respect to decency, of course. In certain sourthern prefectures, however, the act of a stallion braiding a mare's tail is viewed as...claiming said mare. This is usually interpreted in the act of marriage, or a betrothal."
  2226. >Aww, that sounded really cute.
  2227. >So it was like how mares would change their mane from being two buns, to one bun?
  2228. >"However...some interpret the matter as...'claiming' a mare. This depends on which southern prefecture, but...the idea is still there."
  2229. >It did not take you long to understand what the implication behind that was.
  2230. >Now this felt a little less innocent and sweet than you thought.
  2231. >The moment of realization left the both of you somewhat flustered.
  2232. >An awkward silence befell your corner of the Canterlot Gardens.
  2233. "I, uh...I see. Are you uncomfortable at all? With the braids...?"
  2234. >Knowing the implication, you would understand if she felt a wee bit disconcerted, given that so many things had some form of symbolism.
  2235. >Siltsong was quick to respond.
  2236. >"D-Despite the implication, my betrothed...I do like them. I know you put a lot of care into braiding it, Anonymous."
  2237. >At least she was okay with it, in spite of the knowledge of what the hoofmaids gossiped over.
  2238. >Smiling, if a bit awkwardly, you rubbed her ear in just the way you knew she loved it.
  2239. "Alright, Siltsong. Just tell me if you're ever uncomfortable with something, alright?"
  2240. >The mare gave you a nod and a chaste, quick kiss.
  2241. >"Should I ever, I'll speak my mind. Now, shall we finsih this baozi before it gets cold?"
  2242. >Shaking your head and chuckling, you suppose finishing the lunch you had brought might be a little important.
  2243. >And so, the afternoon would be spent.
  2244. >Enjoying the presence of your mare and some good food to boot, alongisde the peace.
  2245. >It would all pass by too soon.
  2246. >Such delicious bags of succulence would not last forever.
  2247. >And that was mildly disappointing.
  2248. >Setting aside the container and wooden food-grabbing instruments, the bench was cleared.
  2249. >Shortly afterwards, Siltsong shifted over to sit beside you.
  2250. >Nothing was in the way of leaning right up against you, and some subtle cuddles.
  2251. >That was alright by you.
  2252. >Wrapping an arm around your mare, you spent quality time saying quiet, sweet little nothings to one another as the sun continued to set.
  2253. >Siltsong was starting to look a little drowsy, but was overall holding out for the time being.
  2254. >You had asked if she wanted to head on back.
  2255. >She was the kind of mare that woke up bright and early.
  2256. >Something you had started to adjust to, if only to spend more time with Siltsong.
  2257. >Didn't mean it was any less pleasant than usual when tuning your biological clock.
  2258. >Siltsong, for her part, wished to stay out for just a bit longer.
  2259. >You might get an opportunity to see the stars together.
  2260. >As the rich blue of the sky faded to violet, only to be later devoured by inky blackness, her request would be granted.
  2261. >The moon was waning, letting the stars shine more brilliantly as its own grandeur didn't take up the rest of the heavens' setting.
  2262. >It was breath-taking, to witness such a wonderful display of the billions of little twinkling gemstones that dotted the skies.
  2263. >You could faintly see them flicker, that subtle change in light.
  2264. >Each passing moment was under the brilliance of what remained a canvas of soothing, gentle beauty.
  2265. >Carefully curated for the fascination of those down below.
  2266. >Though growing more tired as she stayed up far past her normal resting period, Siltsong started to point out some of the pone constellations that she knew.
  2267. >Sometimes, it took a wee bit of squinting and tilting your head just a bit to make sure you were seeing it accurately.
  2268. >It all came together quite symphonically in the end, everything as it should be.
  2269. >All too soon, Siltsong could night fight the call to sleep any longer.
  2270. >With a cute, long yawn, she came to rest partially draped over your lap.
  2271. >Her head rested atop her forelegs in such a lady-like manner as she laid down.
  2272. >Just like that, she was out cold.
  2273. >You could just taste the Type 2 on the horizon.
  2274. >These pones knew just how to be the most adorable creatures in existence.
  2275. >Running your fingers through Siltsong's mane, you take in the contenence of just being there.
  2276. >Sitting under the illustrious night sky with the warmth of your mare so close.
  2277. >You wish you were able to spend more time pursuing the simple pleasures like stargazing with Siltsong.
  2278. >Alas, she was a mare with a misssion.
  2279. >A mission that at least had to be followed before she could spend her day with you, her match.
  2280. >And to get ready for that diplomatic task at hand, she needed a good night's sleep.
  2281. >First, you gather the belongings you had brought with you, as leaving it around would be kind of trashy.
  2282. >Then, with all the delicate care in the world, you take Siltsong into your arms, lifitng her from her place on the bench.
  2283. >Siltsong didn't stir from her rest, still snoozing quite happily as she was now held by her human.
  2284. >Being carried back home, for a peaceful and silent night.
  2285. >~{Day 26}~
  2286. >Sicne the start of the Saghai mission to convince the Yak court to leave, three days had passed.
  2287. >It seemed the strategy of appealing to past glories and the prestige of their House did have an effect.
  2288. >You did feel quite pleased to know that your idea had at least assisted in easing along the talks.
  2289. >As the nation around the Yak capitol continued to cave against the Crystal invader, the argument to flee became a bit more reasoned.
  2290. >Each day of blistering advance deeper and deeper into Yakyakistan making the defense ever more desperate.
  2291. >Eventually, the Yak court agreed to fleeing their realm, becoming a government in exile.
  2292. >Besides, had they really capitulated to the Crystal Empire if no formal surrender had taken place?
  2293. >Hell if you knew.
  2294. >Shifting focus to the broader scope of affairs, it would not be long until full occupation befell the nation of Yakyakistan.
  2295. >The next report from Saghai military observers had come through to you and Siltsong.
  2296. >Sombra's commanders had broken through most organized resistance, and all that could be classified as such was little more than token partisans.
  2297. >They couldn't actively engage an army much more numerous than theirs, except on their own terms.
  2298. >This would likely devolve into harrassment of supply lines and infrastructure.
  2299. >Given that much of the military structure of Yakyakistan had collapsed after a few, decisive engagements, they might not possess the coordination to wage larger battles for the foreseeable future.
  2300. >From their post, the observers of the Saghai could not gauge as to how well the Yaks would stand against the Dark King's forces.
  2301. >The influx of enough soldiers to subordinate the land and then some meant they probably would not be too bold to act for a time.
  2302. >The sun was finally setting on the Kingdom of Yakyakistan.
  2303. >And now, it rose over an ambitious rogue state to the north, eager to stamp out any ember of hope that may be had.
  2304. >Another worrying development surfaced.
  2305. >The meaning behind the excursion of building materials and expansion of the logistical network within the occupied Yak territories had finally been deciphered.
  2306. >It was to establish industrial complexes to manufacture the weapons, armor, and other such tools the Crystal Empire's army needed to fuel the war machine.
  2307. >In major Yak cities, these new industrial centers were being propped up quite rapidly, utilizing the newly-conquered labor force available to Sombra.
  2308. >Now it was a bit easier to understand the purpose of invading the neutral kingdom.
  2309. >Alongside it being politically-isolated for an easy land-grab, this would be a tremendous boon to the war economy of the Crystal Empire.
  2310. >King Sombra could more effectively field his own soldiers and not have to worry about an expansion of the forces under his command.
  2311. >He could always acquire more Yaks to do the work soldiers were unlikely to.
  2312. >Alongside the troubling news of the fall of Yakyakistan and an immediately-instituted Corvée System there, troop movements were being reported.
  2313. >All along Equestria's border, armies were amassing for a grand fight.
  2314. >More immediate soldiers on the side of the Crystal Empire, of course, though it appeared to be a curious arrangement being fielded.
  2315. >More manpower was being clustered along the flanking regions of the Equestrian-Crystal Empire border, with a fair consideration remaining in the center.
  2316. >Not anywhere near as much as the incredible number of mind-controlled pones assembled at the flanks.
  2317. >Presumably, two primary attack groups were coalescing here, ready for an attack at the sides while the front held the line.
  2318. >At least, that was what they could go off of from their analysis.
  2319. >Not much had been happening along the border the Saghai Empire held along the Yaket Range, most likely due to the imminent declaration of war against Equestria.
  2320. >A two-front war would spell disaster in the long run, should that be a later plan of Sombra's to attack the Saghai.
  2321. >Such an event seemed unlikely, from the somewhat biased perspective of the Saghai poners.
  2322. >They had dealt with all their enemies in the past, and what had they to fear?
  2323. >The size and advancements of the Saghai Empire did give it a few marked advantages.
  2324. >However, it could not be denied that they were still in a...relatively undesirable position.
  2325. >The previous policy of many Emperors had also left them relatively isolated in the political realm.
  2326. >For what did they need of the outside world when their own realm could provide well enough for itself?
  2327. >Barring trade interactions, they didn't do much outside of the ancient Saghai homeland.
  2328. >They kept to themselves, and preferred to be left alone to do their own thing.
  2329. >After reaching their current zenith, the Saghai Empire chose not to expand militarily beyond what it had established.
  2330. >From what you could understand about governance, such a sprawling territory needed carefully-constructed frameworks for administration.
  2331. >And many, many pones employed through the Imperial Examinations to be those administrators.
  2332. >It would be less than ideal to expand too much, lest it result in the fracturing of an already burgeoning dominion.
  2333. >Coordinating anything within the Empire took time.
  2334. >Especially when it was the Banner armies that had undergone a recent, immense expansion.
  2335. >A good number of tümens had been mobilized for the potential conflict, kitted-out with the gear needed for holding the line.
  2336. >Many more were not, and with the expansion undergone by the Banner armies, they would be under-equipped for any future conflict.
  2337. >What better time to strike at the Empire than when it was still disorganized, in realization that this growth of the military was not during the most opportune time?
  2338. >It would at least appear that King Sombra had a greater chance at success during this window of opportunity.
  2339. >Whether or not he would dabble in a multi-front war against two bordering powers, that remained to be seen.
  2340. >~{Day 36}~
  2341. >More than just a missive from the Saghai analysts came through, today.
  2342. >You also received the first news from the Equestrian side relating the Crystal War.
  2343. >The word had resouned through the streets.
  2344. >A state of war now officially existed between the Kingdom of Equestria and the Crystal Empire.
  2345. >The outcry against the unjust and expansionist actions undertaken by King Sombra was...
  2346. >Quite evident, to say the least.
  2347. >Though Equestria was not a warrior state at current, the hostile declaration and preemptive action did get a sizable response.
  2348. >Going over the Saghai outlets being sourced to you and Siltsong, the brainwashed forces of the Dark King had begun their offensive into Equestria.
  2349. >They reported skirmishes for the time being, not having the greatest of estimates for force comparison.
  2350. >Besides, war only just began to spill over into Equestria.
  2351. >They would need time to properly gauge what was going on.
  2352. >However, they could properly judge what would be happening along the tenuous Yaket Range.
  2353. >More of the Tyrant in the North's forces were mustering along the border now shared by the Crystal Empire and the Saghai Empire.
  2354. >Though it baffled the observers, they supposed Sombra might be planning something ahead for the lands to the west.
  2355. >The factories in Yakyakistan were being put up quicker than anticpated as well, allowing the army of crystal ponies to ensure they would have the supplies needed for the Great Crystal War.
  2356. >Nothing could be said of the underground Yak resistance, as not much had been undertaken by them.
  2357. >Other than what had been reported on earlier, not much else was witnessed by the Saghai.
  2358. >They would keep the two of you posted, but drawing back from their current post was a task they currently had to attend to.
  2359. >Now, you and Siltsong could observe what was said within Equestrian news regarding the war.
  2360. >It told a completely different story than the Saghai missives about the Equestrian front, and with plenty good reason.
  2361. >The opening manuevers by the Crystal Empire were a two-pronged attack from the northwest and northeast, choosing to not take a direct route to Canterlot.
  2362. >Instead, the bulk of the army would be going around a defensive line set up along the border.
  2363. >Would it be to create more impressive encirclements of armies in the north, or something of a much grander strategic plan?
  2364. >Whatever the case may be, one force marched onwards towards Vanhoover while the other chose a path that would take it towards Manehattan.
  2365. >Attempting to not internally groan at the horse puns those cities were, they were generally larger population centers.
  2366. >Given that they were fairly-developed areas, there must have been some strategic value aside from securing more lenghts of railroad.
  2367. >You didn't know if it was to secure even more industry, ponies to brainwash, or just to break the Equestrian morale.
  2368. >There was always at least some reason behind a declaration of war.
  2369. >And within the near future, you would find out just why these population centers were targeted.
  2370. >According to Equestrian news sources, intrense battles had been raging ever since the Crystal Empire's armies charged into the southern Kingdom, the most severe of which lay towards the northeast.
  2371. >You supposed that Celestia had more soldiers in the region, given that many large and sprawling cities were in the path of the invading crystal ponies.
  2372. >In the northwest, it was a different tale entirely.
  2373. >The defending Equestrians there had been routed and were on the run, their rank and file broken as the opposing forces marched down into Equestrian territory.
  2374. >They were retreating to a more defensible position, in need of reinforcement.
  2375. >Speaking of that, you couldn't help but notice recruitment propaganda for the Royal Guard.
  2376. >There was more of it than you expected.
  2377. >A call to arms to defend their nation, attacked unwarranted by a foreign aggressor.
  2378. >You did take note of additional guard regiments being trained.
  2379. >Every day, a new column or several would begin their march to the front.
  2380. >Heading off to meet their fate in battle.
  2381. >An ever-increasing amount of propaganda was also being featured elsewhere, even if it wasn't just for recruitment.
  2382. >Requests for any form of assistance in joining the war effort.
  2383. >From putting up new factories to purhcasing war bonds, nothing was left unspoken.
  2384. >Anything to keep Equestria going.
  2385. >Even if it was just the beginning, you had the nagging sensation that any measure taken could mean a significant difference down the road.
  2386. >Though the war siuation was mirroring what happened in Yakyakistan insofar due to Sombra's preference for mobile warfare, there were already deviations.
  2387. >The disciplined defense of the northeastern front was proving to be a detriment to the plans for a quick, decisive war in favor of the Crystal Empire.
  2388. >Disregarding the initial losses on the westward front, the forces were at least somewhat comparable.
  2389. >Most of the land towards the west didn't appear to have as much strategic significance as the east.
  2390. >More cities dotted the east, and too far south would be nothing but badlands and uninhabited territory.
  2391. >If nobody lived there, that made it easy to conquer.
  2392. >Didn't meant it was always worth one's while to do so, however.
  2393. >In time, all would see whether such a tactic would be a blunder or a brilliant stroke of planning.
  2394. >~{Day 45}~
  2395. >'Twas all quiet along the Saghai front.
  2396. >Not a single message had come detailing what may be developing in that faraway land.
  2397. >It was, in a way, somewhat eerie.
  2398. >You couldn't tell what would happen next, or if a terrible disaster had befallen that stretch.
  2399. >Perhaps the redeployment of forward observation posts may have been the contributing factor behind such lack of information coming your way.
  2400. >They would be doing it around this time, so it would line up alright.
  2401. >Assuming nothing had changed, it was still but a tenuous peace.
  2402. >The Imperial Bannerponies were mustering for a potential defensive conflict.
  2403. >The puppets of King Sombra spoiling for a possible offensive, deep into the ancient land.
  2404. >All that stood between a probable war was but one order.
  2405. >If and when that order might be issued, you couldn't say.
  2406. >All you could do was kick back and watch the world around you descend into discordant turmoil.
  2407. >The Equestrian front was developing in much more interesting ways.
  2408. >If you could call the war outside of where you currently lived that threatened to inch ever closer interesting.
  2409. >The Guard at the Northwest were still suffering setbacks, namely in being unable to properly regroup.
  2410. >Their army was being hunted out of their previous position, it having become indefensible.
  2411. >Some had even begun to speculate that the primary strategy of the Crystal Empire in that region was to split that army into smaller divisions.
  2412. >Partitioning it as though it were a log being sawed apart into smaller sections for splitting into firewood.
  2413. >Most of that routed army was mustering further within Equestria, setting a defensive line between the Galloping Gorge and the Unicorn Range.
  2414. >Other, cut-off divisions were making a disorganized retreat, occasionally finding themselves in engagements with the army of crystal ponies.
  2415. >Their resistance was not enough to stop the blistering advance, with each day marking new grounds gained by the Crystal Empire.
  2416. >Some Equestrians had begun to criticize the commander incumbent of the northwestern army.
  2417. >Accusations of incompetence and unwillingness to effectively utilize their horsepower abounded.
  2418. >Of course, they could not be reached for any comments at the time, currently in command and trying to at least attempt to effectively field their army.
  2419. >What their actual ability in such a position would be determined in the future.
  2420. >Whether that was a decent commander or an incompetent moron, that was to be tested by the opposing force assaulting Equestria.
  2421. >As before the story was much different towards the Northeastern front.
  2422. >Their resistance had been much more organized, and fielded with a noticeable difference in fighting effectiveness.
  2423. >That army had managed to contain Sombra's hordes from making roiling over past the hills outlying Manehattan and subjugating those dense urban centers.
  2424. >Currently, they were boxed into the basin that lay between the Crystal Mountains and the range that composed Neighagra Falls.
  2425. >With assistance from the central, Northern flanks of Princess Celestia's army, this status quo could be anticipated to remain.
  2426. >In fact, some battles that had flared up as the crystal hordes made their attacks in an attempt to break through, they were decisively being waged in favor of Equestria.
  2427. >While the Northwest was turning out to be a disastrous setback, the complete opposite was being achieved.
  2428. >A morale boost if any, it could help implant the seed of doubt regarding the perceived imperviousness of King Sombra's grand army.
  2429. >The advantageous terrain certainly was proving to keep him from taking that ground with any ease.
  2430. >What mattered the most there, without a doubt, was the choice in leadership.
  2431. >And Equestria had lucked out with more talented ponies leading their fellows.
  2432. >From the ordinary rank and file to those high above, they held the line.
  2433. >And among the many outstanding individuals, one such field officer had been making big waves.
  2434. >A rising starlet having been performing at a phenomenal level.
  2435. >An officer named Rainbow Dash.
  2436. >She had been proving herself quite capably, utilizing bold strategy to make her presence known on the front.
  2437. >While the ponies she commanded may not be as vast as what the Sun Princess herself needed to, Officer Rainbow Dash had commanded them to the best of her ability, and then some.
  2438. >It was more likely than not she would be due for a promotion with her initiative helping direct the flow of battle in favor of the defending Equestrian Royal Guard.
  2439. >While it remained unknown as to whether or not Rainbow Dash could prove herself an expert on the level of grand strategy, she certainly had a firm grasp of the tactical aspect of war.
  2440. >Forged in the fires of combat, her skill would be honed to a much sharper grade.
  2441. >In fact, in today's paper, you read of one of her more recent achievements.
  2442. >Not but two days ago, the crystal ponies under Sombra's complete control attempted a breakthough in a small mountain pass.
  2443. >This would have allowed them a quick route to further divide and split the ranks of Celestia's army, along with capture the rail junction nearby Hollow Shades.
  2444. >The battle had almost been won by the Dark King's forces, nearing the goal of perforating the Equestrian lines.
  2445. >However, just in the nick of time, Officer Rainbow Dash and the ponies operating under her to field a proper defense.
  2446. >They held the line, preventing a full rout from being dealt to the Royal Guard.
  2447. >In time, a counteroffensive was brought to bear, driving back the Crystal Empire to the staging ground they held beforehand.
  2448. >Preventing any further disaster for a defending force against Sombra was a commendable effort in and of itself.
  2449. >However, one battle would not be enough to win the entire war.
  2450. >Far, far more would have to be waged to secure a victory in either side's favor.
  2451. >Alongside that, the need for soldiers and capable commanders would rise exponentially.
  2452. >The victory at the pass had not been without its costs.
  2453. >While serious losses had been inflicted against the invading Crystal Empire, it could not be denied that the Guard suffered their own fair share of deathly blows.
  2454. >Some companies had nearly been wiped out before the tide had turned, and they would need to be replenished before long.
  2455. >You couldn't defend a border with your enemy if you had no horsepower to do so.
  2456. >With the example of the rising starlet in Celestia's Royal Guard, you had noticed that more had joined the service.
  2457. >And you thought there might not be enough ponies left in Canterlot to give it a good ol' try at being a soldier.
  2458. >There were new recruits being trained all over Equestria, though.
  2459. >Without a doubt.
  2460. >Every day, more ponies would have to get behind supporting the war effort as the war economy was being fully mobilized in the defense of the Equestrian Kingdom.
  2461. >There could be nothing less if anyone expected to remain free from the shackles of tyranny.
  2462. >You presumed that it would be better to not have Equestria fall to King Sombra, as a terrible fate would befall the land should that be the case.
  2463. >There were some examples of which that might lend some credence to your presumption, such as the former Kingdom of Yakyakistan.
  2464. >Now the Corvée System reigned over what rested before, and the occupation of the land would be in place for the foreseeable future.
  2465. >The embers of hope had been extinguished, if only temporarily for the northern kingdom.
  2466. >Should the efforts of the Equestrians prove to be enough, they could stand up to this invasion.
  2467. >They would have to, should any hope for Sombra's defeat reignite, and the dream of peace be attained once again.
  2468. >The novel that unfolded before you had not been effected by you, and you could not hope to have an effect.
  2469. >Not while you were behind the lines, leading the life of a civilian.
  2470. >All that could be done was, to reiterate, observe as the world watched the Great Crystal War roar on.
  2471. >~{Day 59}~
  2472. >Bright and early, you awoke for the day ahead of you.
  2473. >You had been tuning your biological clock along nicely, almost getting in tune with Siltsong's own.
  2474. >Even in this uncertain time, you wished only to spend all the time with her that you could.
  2475. >Since the successful talks with the Yaks, she didn't have much else to tend to within her duties.
  2476. >The war had decided to buy up the time of Equestria, and with the usually-introverted policy of the Saghai Empire, not too much had come in for her to follow through with.
  2477. >At this time, Siltsong was still getting all groomed-up by her hoofmaids.
  2478. >This generally took quite a while, mainly due to the great care they put into helping accentuate Siltsong's looks.
  2479. >For a pone in the world of aristocratic politics, appearances meant a great deal.
  2480. >While Siltsong would be preoccupied, you decided to see what was topical in Equestrian news.
  2481. >Of course, specifically related to the ongoing Great Crystal War.
  2482. >The newspaper delivered to Embassy grounds was a threshold in which you could view the situation from afar.
  2483. >At the moment, the Saghai analysts and observers had yet to write another missive to the two of you.
  2484. >Such an inordinate amount of time had passed from maintaining relatively-constant updates on the Saghai front.
  2485. >Though it was at peace to your understanding, you wanted to know as to whether or not things would be getting worse.
  2486. >Being kept in the dark about any developments was a bit disconcerting.
  2487. >And with the signs of a fomenting war between another nation and the Crystal Empire, you desired to know sooner rather than later.
  2488. >Especially due to the factor of your engagement to Siltsong.
  2489. >Should the war flood past Equestria and into the Saghai Empire, it might have unintended consequences for those plans and arrangements.
  2490. >Though, if it would was a question that only the future's unknowable machinations could answer.
  2491. >Unfurling today's newspaper, you glossed over the details within.
  2492. >The situation towards the Northwestern front had continued to deteriorate, with the army unable to keep Sombra and his forces from pushing further south.
  2493. >Already, Vanhoover had fallen and come under occupation, a significant blow to Equestrian morale.
  2494. >Although the main train lines passing between Galloping Gorge and the Unicorn Range had not fallen, it seemed more effort was concentrated in bypassing that route.
  2495. >The town of Tall Tale was within the invading Crystal Empire's sights, and within mere days it would be under siege.
  2496. >An order had been placed to have the city evacuated, the Princess not wanting to see any more of her subjects captured in the coming assault.
  2497. >Minimizing civilian casualties was all that could be hoped for.
  2498. >It was curious to see that the army of crystal ponies had taken a route behind the Smokey Mountains, circumventing the defensive line being established by the Northwestern flank of the Royal Guard.
  2499. >From what could be understood and given over to civilians, the Northwestern flanks were spreading their lines out, trying to maintain a tentative defense of a larger front line.
  2500. >Not much was being done by the leadership of said army, save for a few engagements resulting in either a stalemate or an inevitable Equestrian drawback.
  2501. >One could only assume that the Sun Princess herself was growing quite impatient at the news of a commander not making any further use of the armies under her.
  2502. >You certainly would be, in her horseshoes.
  2503. >As much of a frustration as that front may be, towards the Northeast, things had remained a much more defined give-and-take.
  2504. >The recently-promoted Lieutenant Rainbow Dash had continued to showcase her abilities in the war, bringing to the front her tactical command and authority against the crystal hordes.
  2505. >Each battle, she fought to maintain the current status quo and prevent any offensive deeper into Equestria from the east.
  2506. >Dash hadn't been able to make too many counteroffensives.
  2507. >Being put on the defensive near-constantly, it cramped her abilities to do so.
  2508. >She had even been quoted as having a distaste for being on the receiving end of these never-ending attacks.
  2509. >It wasn't right to have King Sombra making gains and for her to be stuck there, only being able to hold the line.
  2510. >No advancements to be made.
  2511. >Only standing guard of a newly-minted border.
  2512. >Every day, she hoped for an opportunity to stick it right back to Sombra and push the Crystal empire out of the east.
  2513. >However, that would have to take its sweet little time.
  2514. >Shifting your attention away from the paper for a moment, you could spot a small group of unicorns conversing about something you just could not overhear.
  2515. >One of them that stood out in that moment was a purple unicorn.
  2516. >If you were to guess, they were chatting about the war, and maybe entertaining the possibility of signing up for the campaigns.
  2517. >Or they could be just discussing inane and trivial matters.
  2518. >Not like you knew from just looking at them.
  2519. >Before you could return to poring over more of what news came to you, you could feel two slender forelegs wrap around your waist.
  2520. >Looking down, you could spot a silver coat that certainly did remind you of a certain someone...
  2521. >"Good morning, Anonymous! A pleasant sight as always, to see you again..."
  2522. >Yeah, you knew exactly who was giving you a warm, loving hug from behind.
  2523. >Siltsong rested her head against your hip, giving you easy access to run your fingers through her mane, savoring its smoothness as you petted her in return for plush pone hugs.
  2524. "Lovely to see you, as well, Siltsong...looking beautiful as ever, might I add."
  2525. >A gentle, soft pink arose upon her cheeks, the mare smiling just a little brighter than before.
  2526. >"Sweet as honey, Anonymous...my betrothed...what are you reading today? More of the same?"
  2527. >Siltsong inquired, having a fair idea of what was in the news.
  2528. >You sighed somewhat wearily, giving a nod of affirmation to her assumption.
  2529. "Essentially...nothing more than additional stories from the front."
  2530. >Closing her eyes for a moment, Siltsong nodded as she heard of what the news was on about today.
  2531. >"Not too surprising...shall we get some breakfast, to start our day?"
  2532. >That couldn't hurt, getting some warm and succulent morning meal in to start it off right.
  2533. "Sure, why not? We having breakfast here?"
  2534. >Siltsong looked up to you, giving you a nod.
  2535. >Departing from the hug, your mare's front hooves came to rest against the ground beneath her.
  2536. >"Of course. Is that a bad thing, Anonymous?"
  2537. >You shook your head, knowing the food here was quite wonderful if on the different side of what you were used to back home.
  2538. "Not at all, Siltsong. Let's go get some food, and figure out what we're gonna do today."
  2539. >The regal and majestic mare leading you along, the two of you journeyed off to ask Emee to see what she could prepare for breakfast.
  2540. >...that was, until the both of you saw a new missive from the Saghai Empire finally arriving.
  2541. >Materializing from flame, at the gateway shrine in the center of the courtyard, the scroll had come.
  2542. >What might be contained within, after all this time?
  2543. >Siltsong had noticed the sudden arrival of an overdue missive, first of its kind in so very long.
  2544. >With curiosity and anticipation to see what awaited the both of you, she trotted over towards the small shrine.
  2545. >"Perhaps breakfast may need to wait but a moment, Anonymous...something new has arrived."
  2546. >Following with your mare, you were eager to see what might have taken this long to get another report from the Saghai front.
  2547. >Or any news from that land of mystery, honestly.
  2548. >Being so far away from Siltsong's homeland meant that you really didn't get news in Equestria about things happening there.
  2549. >Approaching the scroll resting atop the quaint shrine, Siltsong unsealed and unfurled the parchment brought before the both of you.
  2550. >Though at first partially excited to read through the article on contemporary conflicts, Siltsong's expression began to sour.
  2551. >The further she read, the more displeased she had visibly become.
  2552. >Eventually, Siltsong lost her normally well-reserved composure, speaking her mind about the news she had just read through.
  2553. >"That jumped-up peasant! How could he dare do such a thing!?"
  2554. >Siltsong shouted, needing to vent out her frustrations.
  2555. >well, 'shouted' was a bit of an overstatement.
  2556. >It was more like speaking in a particularly peeved and frustrated tone.
  2557. >Tossing the unfurled scroll back onto the shrine haphazardly, Siltsong paced in circles, visibly angery with the sudden development.
  2558. >You were quite concerned as to what it exactly was that could make Siltsong, an ordinarily graceful and polite mare feel livid about.
  2559. "Uhm, Siltsong? What happens to be the problem?"
  2560. >It didn't take long before she snapped back with the reason why she was so displeased with the news that came through.
  2561. >"Sombra, the petty king of the Crystal 'Empire' declared war on the Saghai Empire! Attacking our proud nation, without provocation! This is entirely uncalled-for!"
  2562. >You think you could understand why Siltsong was so upset about the recent news.
  2563. >While it could be said that such a thing was expectable from a rogue nation, it came as a shock to Siltsong.
  2564. >That, and with such an esteemed opinion of the old Empire, slights taken against it might be viewed a bit seriously by the silvery mare.
  2565. >Siltsong groaned, continuing to feel quite angery at the word of war reaching the distant shores of the Saghai.
  2566. >"This unjust war was not ours to even begin with! What could even lie in that shriveled heart of his to believe that such an action was necessary!?"
  2567. >While she continued her ramblings about why she felt the Saghai Empire had no place in the conflict, the full realization of the war spreading beyond hit you.
  2568. >What might it mean that Sombra felt he could take on two nations at once?
  2569. >Had his enslaved and mind-controlled crystal ponies become the finest army the world had ever seen?
  2570. >Or was it that he had ambitions yet to be said in word?
  2571. >From what you recalled about the vastness of the Saghai Empire, it would be a long conquest.
  2572. >A nation with so many ponies as to field one hundred thousand in a single Banner may not be the ideal target for a two-front war.
  2573. >Then again, this was considered an opportune time to attack.
  2574. >As with the most of the nations King Sombra invaded, their armies were not fully mobilized.
  2575. >While the Yaks were just not anticipating the Dark King launching an invasion and setting up systemic forced labor in their country, the Saghai pones were still coping with military-administrative strain.
  2576. >Funnily enough, the Equestrians were so far putting up the most organized resistance against the hordes of the north.
  2577. >...at least, on the furthest eastern flank.
  2578. >You still kind of didn't know exactly what the commander to the west's problem was.
  2579. >Their mishandling of the front meant that a lot of ponies were being displaced from their homes.
  2580. >Losing everything as the crystal ponies advanced deeper and deeper into Equestria's exposed western lands.
  2581. >All because they can't keep it together.
  2582. >And that reality of war was coming for the Saghai pones to the distant west.
  2583. >No one was being left out of the shitfest this was going to be, apparently.
  2584. >Being so personally-invested in the success of the Empire, Siltsong was right to be at least somewhat resentful of such aggressive action.
  2585. >Kneeling down beside Siltsong, you laid a hand atop her withers, gently petting her there.
  2586. >She stopped her prancing about and angery grumbling, sitting down.
  2587. >Siltsong calmed as you pet her, the gentle ministrations of your fingers running against her coat offering respite from more daily reports of madness.
  2588. >The growing stresses of wartime life were certain to be quite distributed across pones and men.
  2589. >Some more than others.
  2590. >For now, you hoped to be there for her to help take the edge off of dealing with a war the both of you didn't have much influence in.
  2591. >Just sitting along for the ride, however unpleasant it may be.
  2592. >As you continued your petting of the withers, you could see that Siltsong's muzzle had scrunched a bit.
  2593. >You assumed that it was because she wanted to be upset and frustrated that her people were being drawn into a war they didn't have much point in being.
  2594. >And you were here, giving her gentle and calming pets that she couldn't help but feel a bit more positive about.
  2595. >Conflicting emotions such as those confused her desired response.
  2596. >All Siltsong could utter was a perturbed sigh as she let you do what you loved best.
  2597. >Sharing your physical affections with your most beloved pone.
  2598. >"I'm still not happy about the news, Anonymous..."
  2599. >You nod, sitting down and beginning to give some high-quality ear scritches.
  2600. "I know you aren't, Siltsong. Doesn't mean you can't enjoy this."
  2601. >You resumed petting the pone, emphasizing your point.
  2602. >Siltsong conceded being particularly perturbed at the declaration of war, and let your hands work their magic.
  2603. "Aside from the news of Sombra attacking someone else for kicks, was there anything else in there?"
  2604. >You were interested in knowing if anything followed this conflict spreading towards the west.
  2605. >Siltsong took a moment to respond, having been melting to your touch.
  2606. >"Naught but reports of crystal ponies crossing the Yaket Range and making their advance into the Empire. There have been some skirmishes, but the report is...sporadic. Nothing has been really confirmed beyond that."
  2607. >Given that the Saghai observers' last report detailing their abandonment of the previous positions they held, any news from the front might not be the most detailed.
  2608. >Hell, you would expect that nothing near as detailed as the stories from the Equestrian front would be coming in for a long time.
  2609. >You'd hope to get a better picture in time.
  2610. "I see. You feeling a bit better now, Siltsong?"
  2611. >She nodded softly, most of the initial lividness having passed.
  2612. >"A little bit."
  2613. >That was A-Okay by you.
  2614. >You really didn't like seeing her that upset either.
  2615. >Even if she was, admittedly, kind of cute when all upset like that.
  2616. >You couldn't help but adore it when these cute poners got all riled-up at something.
  2617. >Whether it was a very serious matter, or it was something so trivial that one would have to be autistic to make a big deal out of it.
  2618. "Good. You want to go get a nice, warm meal to start the day off right. Siltsong? We could both do with one."
  2619. >Your reasoning was pretty sound.
  2620. >Getting around to doing the thing the both of you said you would be doing.
  2621. >Siltsong gave a nod of approval, getting up from her spot.
  2622. >"I suppose you're right, Anonymous...let's go bother Emee for something nice. I'm thinking noodles might be nice."
  2623. >Not a bad choice.
  2624. >A bit different that going for baozi or dumplings, despite how much of a connoisseur the two of you were regarding those culinary forms.
  2625. >A bit of variety was the spice of life.
  2626. >Kept things from getting too dull, without a doubt.
  2627. >Though, you wondered how much longer you and Siltsong would enjoy these comforts, as the war worsened.
  2628. >~{Day 68}~
  2629. >The first news in detail about the Saghai front had just arrived.
  2630. >Instead of from the observers the both of you had gotten used to, the missive was from Siltsong's relatives.
  2631. >Specifically, her three brothers.
  2632. >Each of them were commanders of a few tümens within the Yellow Banner, and were preparing for battle against Sombra's own forces.
  2633. >Their names in order of oldest to youngest were Spirited Charge, Resolution, and Swift Advance.
  2634. >Judging by their names, they all had at least something to do with the military.
  2635. >In fact, you might be able to judge what doctrine of battle they would follow in the coming days.
  2636. >Clever as ever, Anon.
  2637. >How do you get that good?
  2638. >Regarding the content of the letter, it first opened with ideas of how they might achieve a glorious victory in the name of the old Empire.
  2639. >They had the notion they could counter this assault on their homeland, and it would be a swift victory.
  2640. >Quite the bold claim there, cotton.
  2641. >Of course, after the proclamations of their goals to win this war swiftly, they did get to the substance of what the far western front was like.
  2642. >At that moment, disorganized ranks within other tümens were being encircled and defeated, sent on a shattered retreat deeper into the heartlands.
  2643. >Most of the sparse border fortifications were easily pushed through, as they were little more than glorified checkpoints at the time.
  2644. >Though they had won their fair share of victories in the cold northwest, the crystal ponies had yet to push further beyond.
  2645. >Far to the distant southwest, where the rest of the Empire lay.
  2646. >What resistance was being put up by the Saghai Bannerponies was fierce, even if they weren't at full fighting capacity.
  2647. >Even if they couldn't hold the line, they did their best to stall the advance of the Crystal Empire.
  2648. >Though the old Empire was vast, they viewed their foes treading on ancestral homeland as a foul travesty.
  2649. >It would be unacceptable to give it away to the Tyrant in the North.
  2650. >Alas, the price of every mile did appear steep for the uncoordinated, burgeoning Bannerpony army.
  2651. >Speaking of the western front...
  2652. >The more recent developments in the Equestrian side of it, the Northwest, the forces of King Sombra had finally broken the will of the defenders of Tall Tale.
  2653. >The city had fallen, and the advancing crystal ponies were continuing their push south.
  2654. >Of course, the timid decisions of the commander on the Northwestern front only led to an expansion of the defensive line.
  2655. >They had reorganized, granted, but there were only minor counteroffensives being dealt in return.
  2656. >This allowed a great deal of free room to outmaneuver the Royal Guard and conquer the uninhabited sprawls of Equestria's western territory.
  2657. >From the looks of it, they seemed to be working their way around the more inhabited, developed center of Equestria.
  2658. >Perhaps they aimed to tie the noose of a grand encirclement around Equestria, to constrict the defense and attack from all sides?
  2659. >It would stretch the front lines quite thin, but the ponies of this land couldn't receive any support from nations around them.
  2660. >Not that there were too many, but should others feel threatened by King Sombra and his puppet army...
  2661. >Being that the west was developing into a lost cause at this point, many were starting to flee.
  2662. >If the overall incompetence of the commander incumbent was any indication, they wouldn't want to get caught in the path of an invading army.
  2663. >Especially one that had enslaved the first nation they conquered in the Great Crystal War.
  2664. >Towards the east, it appeared that such mass evacuations were not happening.
  2665. >Perhaps they were emboldened by the many successes around Hollow Shades.
  2666. >Perhaps they really didn't want to leave their homes after just paying off that mortgage.
  2667. >Whatever the case may be, they were in it for the long haul.
  2668. >Regarding the growing, important character that was Lieutenant Rainbow Dash, she had been showcasing her tactical brilliance.
  2669. >Dictating the flow of battle in the hills and mountain passes, the Crystal Empire had not gained much ground there.
  2670. >In some areas, one might judge they had lost land.
  2671. >Dash had achieved mild success in the sparse counteroffensives she could attempt.
  2672. >It certainly did feel nice to do more than defend, and the emboldened Lieutenant was likely planning what they might do in the future.
  2673. >She wasn't able to make any serious advancements due to both bad, chaotic weather at the front and replenishing horsepower on the Crystal Empire's side.
  2674. >It did give some respite from constant assaults, however.
  2675. >Onto the civilian front, news had come that Sweet Apple Acres had been retrofitting from a country plantation to an industrial center in Ponyville, with the Flim-Flam brothers having secured a government war-time grant to assist in the proper military industrialization.
  2676. >Since the farm had been hitting a seriously-rough patch at the moment, it was a little easy to convince them such a task was necessary.
  2677. >That, and you couldn't own any land if you were thrown into a labor camp.
  2678. >The war-time industrialist twins had been making some headway, utilizing their own mechanical expertise and state-issued bits to bring Equestria's economy to something that could support the war effort.
  2679. >Safe to say, unless they were arrested for negligence of their funding or outright corruption, they could make a nice future for themselves.
  2680. >A little bit of fine print said they didn't buy the farm, just have a bit of stake in bringing industry to the quaint town.
  2681. >Other than the concerns of what internal refugees might require, not much else was there on the civilian front.
  2682. >The death of the lifestyle led before the Crystal War had become quite succinct, for all to see.
  2683. >~{Day 84}~
  2684. >More time flowed as the world burned.
  2685. >The Great Crystal War continued with no end in near sight.
  2686. >Equestria continued to suffered defeat after defeat in the west, and to the east a defined line was being drawn.
  2687. >No advancements had been made in weeks.
  2688. >Neither were there any major retreats from the region.
  2689. >An uneasy stalemate just waiting for the right moment to collapse, as though it were a tree upon a riverbank, waiting to be swept away through attrition.
  2690. >Towards the west, the crystal ponies had made enough headway that they would soon come into contact with the river that flowed between the Whitetail Woods.
  2691. >They hadn't pushed past the defensive lines into the Equestrian heartland, however.
  2692. >Only advancing along the coasts and blocking the kingdom from utilizing the coastline in any particular way.
  2693. >It was a more grim time for the nation of Equestria, and to witness this incursion by an old enemy...
  2694. >You pondered over the stresses the Sun Princess might be going through.
  2695. >Highest General of all the Royal Guard.
  2696. >Protector of her subjects, her little ponies.
  2697. >To see them march off to war in the defense of the Equestrian way of life was most likely not what she desired.
  2698. >From what you could tell before the war began, Equestria was idyllic.
  2699. >At least, it was a pleasantly-placid kingdom insofar as generally being peaceful.
  2700. >Some of the flora and fauna internally could be considered an imbalance to the harmonious nature of the land.
  2701. >The change from peace to war and the lasting consequences to follow...
  2702. >You imagined it would be so jarring, especially looking back from the future.
  2703. >And speaking of jarring changes...
  2704. >The weather outside had begun to dip much colder, the approaching winter's winds just howling in the beyond.
  2705. >As more ponies were being drafted, and the threat of war encapsulated the nation, not too many weatherponies could attend to all of Equestria.
  2706. >Especially when pegasi could prove as useful and flexible in the Guard.
  2707. >Even within the beating heart of the kingdom, the weather was...
  2708. >A little less within the bounds of total and complete control.
  2709. >It was just something many would have to be getting used to, as it would seem.
  2710. >However, there had been rumors something else was afoot.
  2711. >Something that was a consequence of this dreadful war.
  2712. >Some ponies outside of the Imperial Embassy in Canterlot had been conversing in hushed whispers of spirits that brought biting cold and unforgiving weather as negativity spread.
  2713. >Especially the most awful form of negativity being the massive conflict raging within Equestria and surrounding nation-states.
  2714. >Drawn to it as moths to the flame.
  2715. >The Windigos.
  2716. >While natural human instinct would be to dismiss such old tales, it could not be denied that in a land of magical marshmallow equines, it wouldn't be impossible.
  2717. >Winter cold coming so soon, and bitingly chilling...
  2718. >It would be difficult to dissuade the tale as just that.
  2719. >Old stories told to frighten young foals.
  2720. >As the wintry frost would come, the earth beneath your feet started to come to a deathly rest.
  2721. >Not only did the frost fall signal the end of the warmer months of yore, the harvests were being compiled from the fertile fields.
  2722. >From what had been discussed in Equestrian newspapers, the harvests were reported to be quite meager.
  2723. >Little more than a pittance in comparison to last year's bounty.
  2724. >Perhaps the machinations of the spirits of a foul winter, perhaps grand misfortune.
  2725. >In light of the mounting crisis, the Sun Princess had announced a rationing program would be commencing before winter began in earnest.
  2726. >All Equestrian citizens were required to get ration books that would be presented at a grocer or other applicable vendors to ensure that no pony or man went over their limits.
  2727. >The caps were being put in place to weather this recent plight until things started looking up once again.
  2728. >Alongside the rationing, personal gardens were encouraged wherever possible.
  2729. >Gardens to grow fruits and vegetables to help ease the overbearing strain placed upon the agrarian side of Equestria's economy.
  2730. >To feed both an army and the citizenry, one would have to ask of the ponies behind the lines to fight the battle against possible starvation.
  2731. >And with the influx of internal refugees from the towns threated by the invading crystal ponies, time was of the essence.
  2732. >The initiative taken by the monarchy was quite apparent.
  2733. >Propaganda depicting the valor of sowing the seeds of victory in this civilian's battle was as rampant as it was for recruitment.
  2734. >Some were certainly memorable.
  2735. >Outside of the civilian aspect of this war, the battles were starting to slow down.
  2736. >Especially towards the northern lands, where the cold was particularly punishing.
  2737. >Granted, there were occasional skirmishes between smaller forces.
  2738. >One general harassing the other, goading them into attacking deeper into the defensive lines.
  2739. >Neither made any major offensives, the entropy of winter taking hold of more than the skies and the earth.
  2740. >Things were slowing to a crawl on either side, nothing gained or lost outside of the crystal ponies reaching the river dividing the Whitetail Woods.
  2741. >Winter was not the most ideal time for a war, and with the fronts as massive as they were, it appeared the ponies did not wish to take the risks of losing anything else so soon.
  2742. >They could try, but it would be their loss if they failed in a winter assault.
  2743. >It appeared ideal for the Royal Guard to use the weather to their advantage, not initiating too many attacks and letting the attrition sink in.
  2744. >'Twas a curse, in its own way, however.
  2745. >Should the coming winter prove to be quite the nightmare, it would wreak havoc indiscriminately.
  2746. >What might have been mild could prove to be unimaginably difficult to surmount.
  2747. >While the frigid year's end was slowly creeping, elsewhere it was already howling and clawing at those in the far northern reaches of the world.
  2748. >Towards the Saghai-Yakyakistan border, the reports of the worst weather in years brought any advance to a standstill.
  2749. >The crystal ponies could try and continue their advance, but the logistical muscle to push as rapidly through underdeveloped land during a frigid winter was not behind them at the moment.
  2750. >Much simpler to plan for a renewed spring campaign than to lose half your army to frostbite, and then half of that surviving half to the enemy.
  2751. >For the old Empire, it gave them valuable time to prepare their own defense.
  2752. >In letters from Siltsong's brothers, they each were getting ready to face off against the Crystal Empire in their own way.
  2753. >Spirited Charge was the closest one to the predicted front lines, spoiling for a grand battle and proving the valor of his own ponies.
  2754. >He spoke so colorfully of the shock power he could bring to bear, alongside detracting from the strategy Resolution had chosen.
  2755. >The stallion in question had begun to set up a dense, redundant defensive fortification network at a passageway to the depths of the Saghai Empire.
  2756. >Spirited Charge believed such a careful mindset would prove to be too timid and fail the Empire.
  2757. >From the perspective of Resolution, however, it was a necessary choice to safeguard the capitol from further encroachment.
  2758. >Mocking the bold and eager attitude of the oldest of the three brothers, he felt such overconfidence would be the real path to disaster, endangering the ponies under Spirited Charge's command.
  2759. >The letter from the youngest of the bunch, Swift Advance, was a bit different than the bickering of the previous two.
  2760. >Electing to stay out of the shit-flinging that was the butting of heads in land doctrine, the youngest of those in command simply said he was at a fair distance from the front line, giving himself space between the aggressive and timorous commanders as well as the imminent hordes of the crystal ponies.
  2761. >His plan was to show the superiority of maneuver over outright engagement.
  2762. >It seemed as though there was a lack of...
  2763. >Cohesiveness.
  2764. >Each one of them had their own idea on how best the land doctrine of the Yellow Banner should be carried out, and they didn't see eye-to-eye on the matter.
  2765. >You'd imagine they would put aside this difference in opinion and work together, since the nation they served was under threat.
  2766. >However, you weren't a military and didn't really know how such arguments and rivalries persisted, even in the face of danger.
  2767. >Certainly, it was a cosmic joke from a different perspective.
  2768. >Though you didn't know their full capabilities in an actual battle or on a grand strategic level, if they worked a bit more together, you'd assume they could achieve great things.
  2769. >And in the state of the Imperial Bannerponies, that would be what they needed for success.
  2770. >Organizing the hundreds of thousands of them and ensuring they were equipped would take time.
  2771. >Whether or not the Empire had this time, that was debatable.
  2772. >Every delay that was just one idiot's mistake away from happening could spell grand misfortune.
  2773. >Infighting in the armed forces was already an issue they were dealing with.
  2774. >Overcoming the hurdles that lay ahead would be vital to ensuring a successful defense of the nation.
  2775. >The winter may provide that time for the Saghai.
  2776. >It looked as though fighting would cease, for the time being.
  2777. >Unfavorable conditions had the potential to do that, who knew?
  2778. >Alas, nothing else beyond this was reported, the fronts starting to quiet for the first time in a couple of months.
  2779. >Within all of this news, Siltsong, you and the residents of the Embassy waited with baited breath.
  2780. >Who would be the first to fall?
  2781. >Who would be the last to stand?
  2782. >And who might stop all this madness?
  2783. >The coming consequences of the war, you could not understand.
  2784. >A conflict of this scale was not known to ponyland, and just how devastating it would be had yet to be realized.
  2785. >With no end to the fighting in sight, nobody would know for sure.
  2786. >~{Day 127}~
  2787. >The crushing stranglehold of winter had come in full force.
  2788. >Life stood still, the freezing grasp of icy claws dug into the earth itself.
  2789. >Many ponies were already calling it one of the worst winters Equestria had faced in ages.
  2790. >You had some reason to agree with them.
  2791. >Namely, because even the humans from the desolate, far-northern reaches of western Mongolia were complaining about it being particularly nippy.
  2792. >Things weren't as pleasantly warm as they had been in the summers.
  2793. >The winter winds roiling and billowing across the still plains of Equestria weren't offering respite from the miseries, whether one was as far from the front lines as could be or serving in the defense of all those behind them.
  2794. >While you could complain, you had the garb to endure the biting cold.
  2795. >That at least mitigated the issue of dealing with such bitter temperatures.
  2796. >Instead of being entirely miserable, you were only moderately miserable.
  2797. >A vast improvement, to be sure.
  2798. >The issue arose when you found out Siltsong did not possess much in the way of warm clothing.
  2799. >What she had was but for the lighter winters, and couldn't do much to shield herself from the nippiness of the outdoors.
  2800. >Which led you to where you were right now.
  2801. >Morning had been cresting over the frozen hilltops, and here you lay with Siltsong.
  2802. >Finding yourself awake before this mare was a rare sight, indeed.
  2803. >But here you were, snuggling with the silvery earth pone.
  2804. >Under the layers of covers, the both of you slept quite cozily.
  2805. >The warmth underneath warded off the bitter chills, letting the both of you enjoy the quaint hours of the morning.
  2806. >It was still a little dark out, with the merest trappings of a ghostly-blue sky inkling over the horizon.
  2807. >Its shadow would slowly dispel the darkness of the night, soon to be chased away by the day.
  2808. >The eternal dance of the cosmos never ended, not even in a world crazed from pain.
  2809. >A stability unshaken, even now.
  2810. >In a way, it's comforting to know.
  2811. >No matter what, it would always keep its natural flow.
  2812. >As slow as it may have been, it was always so steady.
  2813. >Wearily smiling, you look down to the pone whose back pressed against your bare chest.
  2814. >Sleeping soundly as ever, Siltsong's own chest rose and fell gently with each calm breath.
  2815. >Her mane was down, the two-tone lilac and yellow blending as it was draped against her neck and on the bed.
  2816. >It looked incredibly messy, the bed not having done any favors to keep it as straight and immaculate it was during the day.
  2817. >The two white, silken tassels that kept her mane in the two-bun style endemic to the Saghai were resting by her gown, not needed at such an early hour.
  2818. >As the sun lazily rose above the horizon, ever-so-slightly would light begin to flood the room.
  2819. >While the sky remained such a pale, dim blue, it was just a bare hint of light.
  2820. >The room around you still partially basked in darkness, but each passing minute allowed more sunlight to shine on in.
  2821. >Though the day was soon to begin, you wished not to depart from your mare.
  2822. >It was cold outside, and laying here with Siltsong was all you could really ask for.
  2823. >And so, that was what you would do.
  2824. >Cozy as could be, your pulled your mare just a hair closer with the arm you had draped over her some time earlier that night.
  2825. >This was as perfect as things could be...
  2826. >A man and his mare, chasing away the frigid winter winds with some wonderful spooning.
  2827. >As the sun rose further and further, more of the sky was illuminated with that hauntingly-beautiful ghostly blue.
  2828. >The white-gold morning sun painted the clouds above with a brilliant and distinct white.
  2829. >Against the eerie blue of the skies, it was a painting of majesty.
  2830. >As the sun finally took to the skies and showered the land in its radiant light, the mare in your arms began to stir.
  2831. >The sleepy Siltsong's eyes fluttered open softly, eyeing the room around her.
  2832. "Good morning, sweetest. Rest well, last night?"
  2833. >You ask, giving her a chaste kiss.
  2834. >Glancing back to you, those violet eyes shining so brilliantly, Siltsong smiled gently upon meeting your gaze.
  2835. >"I have, Anonymous...harmony to my life..."
  2836. >Rolling over, your mare returned the favor of giving you a nice, big hug.
  2837. >To ward away the cold, and to enjoy every second of the morning with one another.
  2838. >The way her mane when it was let down flowed, no matter how discordant and frazzled it was...
  2839. >You could never avoid appreciating the inherent majesty your sweetest Siltsong possessed.
  2840. >It may have been something you have noted quite often, though it was certainly a defining trait of hers.
  2841. >Resting with a lover's embrace, the morning was entirely complete for you.
  2842. >Nowhere would you rather be, than to be with the mare you had come to love.
  2843. >And being able to wake up as early as you had to spend the whole day with her...
  2844. >You felt your own smile growing, joy within your heart abounding.
  2845. >The world around you might be as grim and spiteful as any wartime land, but when you were able to lay back with Siltsong, it wasn't as bad as it would be otherwise.
  2846. >You also really didn't want to get out of the warm, comfortable confines of the bed you shared.
  2847. >'Twas a shelter from the despicable and unforgiving cold.
  2848. >Getting up meant giving up the shield of warmth fostered over a whole night of delectable spooning and cuddling.
  2849. >And that really activated your almonds.
  2850. >However, today had a list of chores that would need to be taken care of.
  2851. >Siltsong needed some proper winter clothes, and you needed to get groceries again.
  2852. >Your ration book was getting close to full with all the marks within, and you might have to clear it again.
  2853. >Though the food stores of the Embassy could be enough to last a long while, with as many ponies as there were inhabiting it, you would need to get some more.
  2854. >Luckily, given the situation you had as a man to be married and the position your mare held, it wasn't as hard to get enough to support the Saghai pones and yourself.
  2855. >Given the whole war situation, you were considering starting one of them home gardens.
  2856. >Help farm the food that couldn't be supplied otherwise.
  2857. >But that was neither here nor there.
  2858. >Today had different things you needed to take care of.
  2859. >And you were reluctant to do all of them, while you lay there with Siltsong.
  2860. >Even as much as you wanted to throw off responsibility, you had an obligation to take care of what needed to be done.
  2861. "Siltsong, sweetest? You know we got a couple things need doing today..."
  2862. >You spoke with palpable reluctance, not wanting to have to deal with obligations so early.
  2863. >And when you were so comfy, too...
  2864. >Siltsong groaned softly, face buried into your chest as she closed her violet eyes.
  2865. >"Anonymous...can we at least wait a bit longer? I don't want to get up just yet...I just want to lay here, with you..."
  2866. >It was a reasonable request.
  2867. >Waiting a few more minutes couldn't hurt, now could it?
  2868. >Fussing her messy, untrimmed mane, you give her a kiss on the forehead.
  2869. "Alright, sweetest. We can lay in bed for a little longer."
  2870. >Sighing happily that she had won a little more time to not get up, Siltsong hugged you a little tighter.
  2871. >"Thank you, harmony of my life...let's let this moment last a little longer...it's a magical feeling..."
  2872. >Taking a lock of her two-tone mane between your fingers, you played with it delicately.
  2873. >You could get behind letting this last as long as you could.
  2874. >Shirking off responsibility when you were cuddling a pone was the right thing to do.
  2875. >And the best part of shirking your responsibilities was that it didn't feel bad to do so at all.
  2876. >Not when you could instead enjoy the quaint morning hours with a certain someone.
  2877. >The opportunity to hold her gently in your arms, adoring the warmth of the embrace you shared...
  2878. >Even if it was imperceptable at the time, the ambient temperature of the room felt almost tolerably cold.
  2879. >You still felt too reluctant to leave the warm, comfortable prison that was a bed surrounded by frigid winter winds.
  2880. >Apparently, neither did Siltsong.
  2881. >The silvery mare pressed herself against you, desiring nothing but to savor the sensation of warmth.
  2882. >Of which, only a lover's touch could provide.
  2883. >Keeping Siltsong close to you was all that mattered.
  2884. >The rest of the world could do as it chose for all you cared.
  2885. >You had more important things to tend to than worrying about the next piece of international news slamming down on your doorstep.
  2886. >Normally, you'd be worrying over what might be going on, and how it would impact you.
  2887. >The war that had come to a stalemate as the temperatures continued to plummet at the front.
  2888. >The one that upset the carefully-fostered lifestyle of peace grown within Equestria and its neighbors.
  2889. >Instead, all you could feel within your heart was the uplifting and almost-dizzying sensation that was a love blossomed.
  2890. >It felt much better, to not have a heart and mind clouded by such trivial affairs outside of the romance that had bloomed between you and Siltsong.
  2891. >Your attention shifted from playing around with a lock of her lilac-and-yellow mane to rubbing one of her ears, something you knew she found quite pleasing.
  2892. >With a soft sigh, Siltsong set her hoof against your chest, right over where your heart was.
  2893. >"My precious harmony, Anonymous...do we have to leave today? I don't want to get out of bed, when it's so warm with you..."
  2894. >The rich pools of violet met your gaze, almost pleading to not leave when it was so pleasant to spend the morning here.
  2895. >Your resolve to eventually do things today was beginning to falter.
  2896. >Could you deny the chance to stay in for today?
  2897. >It was definitely an alluring option, rather than just go about what you did need to take care of.
  2898. >It's warm here, and outside was an eviscerating chill.
  2899. >Surely, responsibility could wait?
  2900. >Alas, that would not be the case.
  2901. >You had already spent a good few more minutes in bed.
  2902. >The sun was coming to its morning zenith, and the hustle and buste of the city was returing.
  2903. >Things would undoubtedly take longer as more ponies began to mill about, doing what came naturally and heading off to their employ.
  2904. >Especially at the grocery stores...
  2905. >That was a journey you'd rather get over with as soon as possible.
  2906. >Discounting getting your ration book wiped.
  2907. >That was playing the grocery journey on hard more plus.
  2908. >With a heavy heart, you give your response.
  2909. "We do have to, Siltsong, sweetest."
  2910. >Before your mare could voice a complaint or whine about leaving the confines of comfort, you plant a kiss right on the lips.
  2911. >Slowing down, and enjoying the moment with your mare, you let the fluttering of your heart soar.
  2912. >Siltsong didn't appear too incovenienced that she couldn't rebuke the need to take care of the chores for tday.
  2913. >You supposed a kiss for a wonderful, dediacted mare was more than enough to dissuade any issues.
  2914. >Such magnificent acts could not be forever, however.
  2915. >As such, the kiss parted to the chagrin of both you and Siltsong.
  2916. >You cup her cheek, admiring just how beautiful those royal purple eyes were.
  2917. "I promise that, afterwrds, we can have all the time to pick up where we left off here."
  2918. >Perking up a little at your promise, your mare nodded in agreement to finally leave from the comforts of bed.
  2919. >"As long as you promise...let's take care of this quickly, then."
  2920. >And so, the two of you unfurl from the warm embrace under the covers.
  2921. >As much as it was desired to last forever, life was calling outside of this Embassy's bedroom.
  2922. >The covers rolled back, the coolness around you was brought to the forefront of your attention.
  2923. >For your bare chest, it was not the most pleasant sensation you could imagine.
  2924. >At least you had something nice and comfy to wear for your legs.
  2925. >When your feet came into contact with the cold hardwood, you suppressed the urge to groan.
  2926. >If it were any colder, you'd be worried your feet would fuse with the floor.
  2927. >You were able to endure, for the time it would take for your feet to lose all sensation.
  2928. >It should only take a few more steps for that to happen, given how far you were into the winter months.
  2929. >And it would feel like fire, stepping into a nice, warm shower.
  2930. >Such was the wintertime struggle.
  2931. >Hearing Siltsong's hooves clop against the wooden flooring, you knew it would be time to get those morning rituals over with.
  2932. >Glancing over to the mare in question, you could see her shiver ever so slightly.
  2933. >You were reminded of why you were in need of completing these chores today.
  2934. >First, because seeing the cold get to your mare inspired a healthy amount of concern.
  2935. >You really didn't want her catching a cold around this time of year...
  2936. >Grabbing a change of clothes for yourself, you were ready for the hajj to the bathroom.
  2937. >Siltsong grabbed the tassels for her manestyle, ready to take on the day ahead of her.
  2938. >With everything gathered, the two of you venture to the bathroom.
  2939. >Blessed be this room of any household.
  2940. >Land where the nasty of yesterday is washed free.
  2941. >A place to contemplate whatever grabbed your fancy.
  2942. >Truly, the room that brought together a home.
  2943. >Second only to the kitchen, where delicious miracles would be forged.
  2944. >The first order of business was to take care of dental hygeine.
  2945. >You could ignore this, but if you didn't want to eat nothing but soup for the rest of your life, it was a tad important to take care of that.
  2946. >While you were preoccupied, Siltsong took the shower for herself first.
  2947. >Once it flowed warm, the mare hopped in.
  2948. >Looks like you'd be waiting a bit longer to excsie the winter cold away from you for a little bit longer.
  2949. >And so, the waiting game played onwards.
  2950. >Something you observed on occasion when you and Siltsong shared the bathroom like this was she liked to hum in the shower.
  2951. >A dear shame you couldn't hear that angelic singing voice she had...
  2952. >At least, you hadn't heard her singing in the shower before.
  2953. >You could at least remember the song she hummed along to while bathing.
  2954. >Mo Li Hua, that song she first opened up to you with in Cinnamon Chai's tea shoppe.
  2955. >The memory brought a warm, soft smile to your face.
  2956. >You could hear the pleasant memory echoing in your ears, Siltsong's astonishing mastery of song still present as ever.
  2957. >You almost didn't notice the shower stop, being so lost in remembrance.
  2958. >"My precious harmony, can you hoof over my towel for me?"
  2959. >Siltsong called out to you, requesting assistance of her human.
  2960. >Snapping out of it, you were quick to accept the favor being asked for you.
  2961. >Taking the cloth of water absorbtion from where it sat, you forked it over to a waiting silver foreleg poking out from the cover of the shower curtain.
  2962. >It was not long before the mare behind the curtain left her place there, stepping forth now that she was partially dry.
  2963. >"Thank you, so very much, Anonymous...I'll be heading on down to my hoofmaids in the meantime, for what a mare needs done."
  2964. >Such was the necessity of being in an important position of aristocratic politics.
  2965. >You kneel down to her level, giving a chaste peck on the cheek.
  2966. "I understand, sweetest. Gotta take care of what you gotta."
  2967. >Smiling with a soft pink blush, Siltsong waved her hoof in a temporary goodbye.
  2968. >As she trotted out the bathroom, your eyes couldn't help themselves.
  2969. >They took notice to the motions of her flanks and hips, observing as she began to leave.
  2970. >Tracing over the outline of her figure, you noticed just how...appealing it all was.
  2971. >Every step was a show from heaven.
  2972. >Though her form was relatively trim, and her legs were lithe, you could most certainly say that her haunches were quite admirable.
  2973. >Both of them fit the balance between boldly pronounced and perfectly conforming to the lithe overall shape of your mare.
  2974. >So plush and perfectly round, it was as though they were calling to be properly admired.
  2975. >To be felt and show you just how much of a heaping handful they might be.
  2976. >You caught yourself even wondering just how it would balance out, with the muscle underneath it all.
  2977. >What would the give and take be like, should you give it a squeeze?
  2978. >Would it be deceivingly soft, tender and plush?
  2979. >Or would it be strong and firm, possessing only a thin layer of cushion?
  2980. >There more you thought about the matter, the more you grew curious.
  2981. >Was it getting a little hot and steamy in the bathroom?
  2982. >Must be the shower.
  2983. >Yeah, that must be it.
  2984. >It was totally not the perfect sight laid before you.
  2985. >The glistening of her still-damp coat made the silver of her coat glisten in the lights, more noticeably than her mane or tail.
  2986. >Her wet mane did have that indescribable charm manes had in such a state, resting at its moderate length.
  2987. >It was still a bit disheveled, but in time that would be taken care of with practiced mastery by the hoofmaids below.
  2988. >With every step taken by Siltsong, her hips and flanks moved with such an...inviting gait.
  2989. >How did that phrase go?
  2990. >You hated it when she left, but loved to watch her go?
  2991. >Something like that, probably.
  2992. >Though your heart felt as though it were split apart from its other half when she was gone, such scenes as the one before you certainly made up forthe lack of your sweetest Siltsong being at your side.
  2993. >Hot damn, was this mare doing things to both set your heart aflutter and rustling your dong.
  2994. >It was only just as you were starting to escape the gutter your thoughts had currently been in that you realized Siltsong had just about left.
  2995. >And she forgot about the white tassles she used to keep her hair in its usual 'ox-horns' style.
  2996. >Taking them from atop the bathroom counter, you called out to her for her attention.
  2997. "Hey, Siltsong! You forgot your tassles!"
  2998. >Stopping as the realization also hit her, Siltsong returned to collect them from you.
  2999. >"I must be getting old...one day I forget them, the next I'll need to get bifocals."
  3000. >Siltsong guffawed at the embarrassed mistake she had made, forgetting something essential in her day-to-day appearance.
  3001. >You pet her mane, smiling softly as her soothing, gentle voice returned once again.
  3002. "Time sure has flown by, hasn't it? It's been, what, a few months now? Since we first met?"
  3003. >The mare gave you a nod of affirmation, knowing that you were correct.
  3004. >"It's felt like an eternity since then, my precious harmony..."
  3005. >Before either of you could get lost in reminiscing over the past joys, Siltsong would depart.
  3006. >This time, with the rest of her outfit she would be needing.
  3007. >"I shouldn't keep you preoccupied for too long if we're going to be busy today, Anonymous. I'll see you downstairs, in time."
  3008. >As much as you'd want to enjoy her company, busy humans and ponies with important adults things to do did have to do them eventually.
  3009. >A part of you was nearly overjoyed that you could take in the pleasing display of Siltsong's plush, plump posterior as she trotted out of the bathroom for good.
  3010. >You were thinking very un-Christian thoughts in this moment.
  3011. >What you could imagine yourself doing to such a delicate and wondrous set of haunches.
  3012. >What barbaric savagery you'd engage in.
  3013. >Briefly, you considered taking some time to tend to a matter that had made itself known.
  3014. >Temper your needs as a man.
  3015. >Perhaps the shower could do?
  3016. >Though, was a shower fap really that stealthy?
  3017. >There was a rhthym to it all, and witthout a doubt if you hadn't finished before Siltsong decided to see what might be keeping you, it was without a doubt there'd be a critical spaghetti event in Canterlot.
  3018. >A less-than-ideal outcome of any situation.
  3019. >You settled for dealing with that later, if the sight of some sweet pone butt continued to occupy your thoughts.
  3020. >Turning on the shower, you were pleasantly surprised to find warm water still running.
  3021. >You supposed you should make this a little quick.
  3022. >Don't want to waste too much water and have some friendly weatherponies come by and give you a friendly knock on the door.
  3023. >Yeah, they still existed, despite heavy recruitment from their ranks.
  3024. >And wasting water in such a crucial time wasn't necessarily approved of.
  3025. >Hopping on in, you prepare for the day ahead of you.
  3026. >The rush of warmth from the shower drove away the cold of the morning, and so began the next half of your morning rituals.
  3027. >It was an wonderful sensation, feeling your feet burn like fire while everything else got comfy.
  3028. >The wintertime struggle was real, for you.
  3029. >As you washed away the filth of yesterday, you contemplated the feelings you had been fostering.
  3030. >It probably shouldn't be too surprising, considering that it very well could be considered a natural progression of a loving relationship.
  3031. >The sensation of being enamored with your mare's innate beauty and grace was nothing new to you.
  3032. >Every day you marveled at how fortunate you were to finally be sharing a life with a pone you loved.
  3033. >A giddy smile came to rise as you reminisced on the knowledge of your engagement to her.
  3034. >Even if it was a little...weird, to be betrothed to her so soon, it had grown on you.
  3035. >What was meant for an old principle of Siltsong's royal house, now was a daily reminder of the declaration of love between the two of you.
  3036. >You did catch yourself wondering over what it might be like.
  3037. >Who would be there?
  3038. >Her brothers were out freezing their legs off and commanding Bannerponies.
  3039. >You also didn't know the general status of the rest of her family.
  3040. >As much as you subtly inquired about the matter, Siltsong prefered to not address directly her House's position in Saghai affairs.
  3041. >For what reason, you weren't quite sure.
  3042. >You supposed it was to keep it from being leveraged over her.
  3043. >Though, wouldn't that kind of knowledge help out in weighing negotiations in favor of herself?
  3044. >Before you could meander off too far into a minefield of different, unrelated thoughts, you brought yourself back to happy little things.
  3045. >That's what mattered most, especially on frigid days like these.
  3046. >Where were you, before you started thinking about aristocratic politics?
  3047. >Right, the train of thought regarding the recent burning that had been rising.
  3048. >Love was something you certainly enjoyed in Siltsong's company.
  3049. >Every day, it would only become a bond forged stronger than any before it.
  3050. >And as it did, you couldn't help but feel a different longing than just for attachment.
  3051. >There was now a desire, a deep-seated need surging forth that called to you.
  3052. >Undeniably, it was a more intimate and lascivious side to love.
  3053. >In the coming days, you might get a chance to do so.
  3054. >You wondered if Siltsong felt the same way about now...
  3055. >Did she have the same realizations you were having?
  3056. >If only you could know.
  3057. >Before long, your time in the reminsicitory that was the bathroom came to a close.
  3058. >All washed-up and ready to take on a frigid world, you switched the water off and dried off.
  3059. >Slipping on your new change of clothes afterwards, you went downstairs to see if your mare was ready to go.
  3060. >To your surprise, it hadn't taken as long as you thought.
  3061. >Siltsong was standing over by the doorway to the courtyard, anticipating your arrival.
  3062. >Upon seeing you come into the foyer, she visibly perked up, smiling as she trotted to your side.
  3063. >"My precious harmony, are you ready to tackle the day?"
  3064. >You give a nod, the more generally-understood version of the thumbs-up.
  3065. >With that, you and Siltsong departed for the first stop on your voyage of adult things needing doing.
  3066. >That would definitely be a tailor's shop to get some good winter clothes for your mare.
  3067. >As you strolled through the open courtyard of the Embassy, the reason became as clear as could be.
  3068. >With only the silken gown she wore per the usual, she shivered so much in this unnatrual cold.
  3069. >There was naught but a soft coat of fuzz preventing the cold from scourging her.
  3070. >From chilling down to the bones.
  3071. >Before the both of you had left the grounds entirely, you had an idea.
  3072. >You hated seeing her suffer at the hands of this malignant weather Equestria was facing, what with frost spirits and few weatherpones to clean up the mess that was the weather.
  3073. >Unzipping you jacket, you wince only a bit as the cold rushes in to displace the warmth that was blossoming.
  3074. >Next, you carefully pick up your mare, holding her close to your chest.
  3075. >She was certainly surprised by the fact that she was no longer trotting about as she was moment ago.
  3076. >A confused mare glanced to you.
  3077. "You looked like you were freezing, sweetest...it breaks my heart to see you suffer like that...thought maybe this could help keep you warm."
  3078. >You reasoned with her, your concern for her well-being all that was in your intent.
  3079. >Upon hearing your pure intentions, Siltsong blushed just a shade deeper.
  3080. >Her position shifted, flanks and hind legs resting against your arms and hands as she reached up to give you a kiss.
  3081. >The realization of her new position had only just been observed.
  3082. >As her haunches rested against your arms, you could feel they were quite soft.
  3083. >Tender and delicate, despite the natural muscle an earth pone had.
  3084. >You just barely resisted the compulsion to give it a nice, long squeeze.
  3085. >Namely, because your attentions rested elsewhere.
  3086. >The moment was delighting in love, and simple pure affections.
  3087. >As the kiss parted, Siltsong thanked you for the consideration.
  3088. >"My precious harmony...what does a mare do to deserve colts like you?"
  3089. >You hold her close, pulling her into your warm awaiting embrace.
  3090. "By being as sweet as you are, Siltsong."
  3091. >Resting her head on your shoulder, the mare in question sighed happily as you sealed the coat somewhat behind her.
  3092. >Perhaps some might view it as a little odd, but you wanted to ensure your mare was warm.
  3093. >No winter cold would make her miserable on your watch.
  3094. >Thank fuck your jacket was at least big enough for it to not be uncomfortable.
  3095. >Once you were certain Siltsong was all comfortable and wrapped up, you left the grounds of the Embassy with her in your arms.
  3096. >Your suspicion of ponies starting their days was undoubtedly correct, with many already going about their daily routine.
  3097. >Some were opening shops or stands, though there was a perceptable decline following the recent agricultural setbacks.
  3098. >Probably was too difficult to secure what they might need to keep their businesses running.
  3099. >Rationing was a hell of an experience.
  3100. >Every pone around was in their warmest winter clothes, eschewing some of the higher-end clothing of the summertime in favor of not getting frostbite.
  3101. >The cold of the outdoors certainly was biting to all, not just you or Siltsong.
  3102. >No need to suffer for a fashion statement.
  3103. >Carrying your mare, you inquire as to how comfortable she might be.
  3104. "Getting nice and cozy there, Siltsong, sweetest?"
  3105. >She nodded softly against your chest, her forelegs tightening around you just a hair.
  3106. >"That I am...you're very warm, my precious harmony."
  3107. >You give her a quick kiss on the forehead.
  3108. >If you were sitting by a comfy fire, it'd be a lot more intimate and long-lasting.
  3109. >You were walking, though, and you did need to focus.
  3110. >A faceful of pavement awaited if you weren't exactly attentive.
  3111. "Glad to hear it, sweetest. It shouldn't be too long before we get there."
  3112. >So long as you didn't end up lost.
  3113. >Canterlot could be a little difficult to navigate, if you weren't looking for the poshest spot in town.
  3114. >Or the fuckhuge castle just hanging off a mountainside.
  3115. >Glancing around to make sure you were on the right track, you continued your journey to the tailor's shop.
  3116. >Some of the ponies did give you an odd look or two, given that the sight of a mare wrapped up all snugly in a coat while being carried.
  3117. >For some, this might bother them.
  3118. >But for you, it didn't.
  3119. >They didn't understand what expertise you had in ensuring your mare wouldn't freeze out in this dreary weather.
  3120. >A particularly frigid gust of wind swept the streets, reminding you of just how important it was to keep your mare warm.
  3121. >Siltsong gently shivered, even as the jacket around shielded her from the usual frosty weather.
  3122. >You hold her close, softly pressing her against your chest.
  3123. "Not used to cold weather like this, Siltsong?"
  3124. >She shook her head in denial, responding to your inquiry as the cold breeze passed on by.
  3125. >"N-No...not at all. This weather is so dreary, you'd only get it this cold if you lived in the northern prefectures..."
  3126. >You supposed your mare was used to a more temperate climate.
  3127. "How were the winter months back home, in the Empire?"
  3128. >You questioned, wondering just how alien it was to Siltsong for her to be experiencing winters quite like this.
  3129. >"It's warmer than this, by far...sure, it'd get cold and you'd see a bit of snow, but not like this. This cold feels like it's straight out of the Frozen North's deepest reaches."
  3130. >She probably wasn't off the mark, there.
  3131. >Taking a moment to imagine what prefecture she was from, you'd imagine it might be a grand grassland.
  3132. >Perhaps a forested stretch of foothills?
  3133. >Some place that wasn't at the edge of the world.
  3134. >Blessed with temperate seasons, away from the harsher climates.
  3135. >Speaking of the weather, you didn't know if they did things like the Equestians had for so long.
  3136. >You couldn't imagine the Saghai having enough pegasi to administrate their weather across the whole country.
  3137. >They must let the weather run free, like a cloud's libertarian paradise.
  3138. >You wondered if it would be a massive culture shock to the Equestrians, whom have enjoyed a more controlled climate.
  3139. >Picturing their reactions, their confusion at how any other pone would be living in such a wild and untamed climate.
  3140. >Clouds raining were they want, and the days being as much of a mystery as they were on Earth.
  3141. >Though, the reality of less-managed weather was now realized by Equestria, as the war continued to burn onwards.
  3142. >Even in this age of stalemates and a lack of any gains made.
  3143. >It would take some getting-used-to, for them.
  3144. >Your thoughts were drawn to a close as you happened upon your destination.
  3145. >A quaint little shop, nothing extraordinarily fancy.
  3146. >Relatively speaking to the city of ivory and gold that surrounded it, of course.
  3147. >Glancing down to your mare, you came to a stop.
  3148. >You would need to put her down, if only because she needed to get measurements for the winter clothes the both of you came out here for.
  3149. "Looks like the place to me, Siltsong. Ready to head on in?"
  3150. >Siltsong gave you but an affirmative nod, still cuddling against your chest to fight off that awful winter chill.
  3151. >Utilizing a feat of human holding, you were able to open up the door and keep your mare held.
  3152. >A door chime ringed out, alerting to whomever may be listening that they had guests.
  3153. >Inside a warm building after a long walk out in the cold, you unzip your jacket and carefully set your mare down on her hooves.
  3154. >As her hooves quietly clakced against the stone surface of the tailorpone's shop, your mare shyly looked away from you.
  3155. >The intimacy of being carried all the way through the icy world outside realized a tad more completely.
  3156. >"Thank you, m-my precious harmony...it was very kind fo you to do all that..."
  3157. >Kneeling down, you give Siltsong an affectionate hug.
  3158. >Something special about these little gestures of physical affection was that right as you were going in for the hug, Siltsong would stand up for just a moment, before locking her forelegs around you as best she could.
  3159. >It was a might bit difficult to fully describe, but it almost felt like it was an act of trust in you.
  3160. >Instead of waiting for you to wrap your arms around her, she could balance and meet you halfway.
  3161. >Whatever made it special to you, you couldn't easily describe in word.
  3162. >All you knew was that it felt so wonderful, relishing in the delightful feeling of having a sweetheart to love and cherish.
  3163. >As you delighted in a tender moment, a set of hooves clopped against the stone, resonating within the foyer.
  3164. >"Welcome to Stiches and Patchwork, how can I help you two?"
  3165. >Parting the lover's embrace for now, your attention was directed to who this pony was that ran the establishment.
  3166. >A mature hare had come down from upstairs, presumably the owner of the establishment.
  3167. >She possessed a cedar-colored coat with a dark grey mane and fuchsia eyes.
  3168. >Of course, given this city was Canterlot, she was a unicorn.
  3169. >Not honestly the most surprising snippet of knowledge.
  3170. >Siltsong was the first to respond, addressing the middle-aged mare about her particular conundrum.
  3171. >"Oh, yes, hello there! I'm, uh, in need of a set of winter clothes...I didn't pack any for Equestria, and I have been regretting that decision for a while now."
  3172. >Your mare admitted with some slight embarrassment, knowing that in all honesty she should have anticipated something like this.
  3173. >The unicorn tapped her chin with her hoof, ideas already formulating in her mind.
  3174. >"Warm clothes are what you need, hmm? Well, come on over and I'll see what I can fix you up with!"
  3175. >The tailorpone invited Siltsong over, appearing to be quite a friendly mare.
  3176. >You couldn't help but smile a little at her demeanor.
  3177. >Despite all that was around, she could maintain the positive decorum.
  3178. >Siltsong trotted over to the tailorpone, ready to get the first task of the day done and over with.
  3179. >As you had little to do for yourself, you went to sit down on a bench within the foyer, watching the ponies go about their business.
  3180. >The tailormare showed Siltsong around, letting her look upon the outfits that could be manufactured for her.
  3181. >"Now, what might you be looking for? Simply just an overcoat, or something more?"
  3182. >Siltsong, for her part, had a general idea of exactly what she was looking for.
  3183. >"A warm coat and boots would do quite nicely."
  3184. >You had to agree.
  3185. >Just a coat that covered their torso and forelegs wasn't enough.
  3186. >Nodding, the mature mare's horn lit up in iridescent fuchsia magic, bringing over with her a measuring tape and a notepad.
  3187. >"Understood, now, if you would stand still for but a few moments while I get your measurements..."
  3188. >Siltsong obliged the older mare, letting her get to work as needed.
  3189. >While this was underway, the tailorpone couldn't help but strike up some conversation with Siltsong.
  3190. >"So, who's the human over there? You two know each other?"
  3191. >Siltsong happily nodded to her inquiry.
  3192. >"We do, indeed! You kind have to if you're engaged to one another."
  3193. >Though a bit surprised to hear it, the tailorpone nonetheless continued to enjoy some nice marestuff conversation with Siltsong.
  3194. >"Engaged? My, you two must be heads-over-hooves for one another!"
  3195. >Siltsong giggled at her words, nodding in confirmation while the tailormare scribbled down the measurements she had taken.
  3196. >"Hopelessly so! It was probably one of the best decisions I made signing up for the Initiative, otherwise I never would have met Anonymous."
  3197. >You could taste the sap in that, and it was all okay by you.
  3198. >The older of the two mares smiled softly, chuckling as she listened to how Siltsong portrayed her resulting experiences with the Initiative.
  3199. >"Looks like it all worked out in the end, no? The mares who've gone through it all seem so happy...wish I could just snatch a colt for myself like that."
  3200. >Siltsong was somewhat perplexed by the tailorpone's words.
  3201. >"Well, why not give it a try and sign up?"
  3202. >The soft smile on the mature mare's features didn't falter, even if her next words were in juxtaposition to happier topics.
  3203. >"I'm a mare with the years starting to creep up on her, and I don't think any colt would want a mare that's old enough to be their mother."
  3204. >Siltsong didn't think that was an adequate reason to block oneself from searching for that special someone.
  3205. >"You shouldn't shoot yourself down before you've given it a try, though...I thought I'd be lonely forever, myself..."
  3206. >Your mare opened to the tailorpone, knowing the sensation to a degree.
  3207. >She wasn't as old as the mare she was addressing, though.
  3208. >"...if I had never taken the opportunity of signing up for the Initiative, I would never have met Anonymous. At this point, I really just can't imagine life without him..."
  3209. >You audibly d'aww at her kind words.
  3210. >Siltsong blushed, knowing she had let the sap flow.
  3211. >The tailormare thought about it for a moment, considering just how much it must have changed Siltsong's life.
  3212. >"...I'll consider it, at a different time. Now, I've got all of your measurements jotted down, and all that's left to do is actually make the clothes you want. I'll try and not keep you too long."
  3213. >And with that, the mare was off to work, gathering fabrics and whatnot to complete the task at hand.
  3214. >Siltsong came to sit beside you, spending the downtime between getting tailored for her new winter clothes - and actually wearing them - at your side.
  3215. >Some simple hugs, and cuddles were all that was needed.
  3216. >Though, the wait was pretty long.
  3217. >Not that it was a bad thing, mind you.
  3218. >That just meant some more time to quietly enjoy the simple pleasures that were human-pony hugs and other such sweetness.
  3219. >You presume it had been about a good couple of hours, just sitting there with your sweetest Siltsong, before the tailorpone waved for your mare to come try out the outfit designed for her.
  3220. >You weren't invited, but it did give you suspense.
  3221. >What exactly had the mature mare designed?
  3222. >How might it look on Siltsong?
  3223. >So many questions, so little time.
  3224. >You could hear hushed whispers from elsewhere in the shop, making your anticipation grow.
  3225. >Just when you were about to get up to go see for yourself, Siltsong came back into view, in full winter garb.
  3226. >The coat itself was a light shade of gray, only a bit distinctive from her coat.
  3227. >It looked pretty /comfy/, thick enough to keep the cold out.
  3228. >The leggings were striped violet and teal, keeping to cooler colors.
  3229. >"My precious harmony, do you think this suits me well?"
  3230. >She looked like she was cozy enough to be wearing a fuzzy blanket, and you thought the colors worked well together.
  3231. "Of course, Siltsong, sweetest. It looks perfect on you."
  3232. >Knowing your mare wouldn't be cold brought a jubilance into your being.
  3233. >However, it was tempered by the knowledge you wouldn't be able to carry her unless she forgot her new set of clothes.
  3234. >Seeing your approval, the tailormare smiled with pride at another set of customers happily served.
  3235. >"Glad to see you lovebirds enjoy it. She's already taken care of payment, so don't worry about it. Have a great day out there!"
  3236. >The older mare bid you two farewell, knowing you weren't gonna spend all day in her shop after getting what you came for.
  3237. >Siltsong strode back to your side, breaking in the new coat quite well.
  3238. >Next stop for the day, the grocer's.
  3239. >You couldn't wait to stand in line for way too fucking long.
  3240. >Out in the miserable cold.
  3241. >Just to get some more canned goods and the basic necessities.
  3242. >At least you had a mare at your side to make the wait a little less painful.
  3243. >And she was the sweetest little thing you knew.
  3244. >It shouldn't be too bad today, right?
  3245. >Hand resting on the doorknob, you glance down to Siltsong.
  3246. >Seeing a poner all comfy in a warm winter coat reminded you of the unreasonable cuteness of these critters.
  3247. >How could anything this cute possibly exist?
  3248. >Such questions were beyond your capabilities to answer.
  3249. >So, you chose to simply accept the fact that very little could compete with their inherent cuteness.
  3250. "You ready to go, sweetest?"
  3251. >She nodded, getting a little snuggly in her new warm coat.
  3252. >"Of course, my precious harmony."
  3253. >No other words needed to be said.
  3254. >With a deft twist of the wrist, you open the door before the both of you.
  3255. >A cold gust of wind rushed in, howling as you and Siltsong prepared for the journey ahead.
  3256. >Glancing to your more temperate mare, you noticed she didn't shiver as much, despite the penetrating chill of winter.
  3257. >A part of you was happy to know she wasn't going to suffer extraordinarily every time you went outside.
  3258. >Still, the tradeoff of not being able to carry her in your arms so long as she didn't forget her coat was a considerable one at that.
  3259. >Knowing what you promised Siltsong before you left, you were able to lighten up on the inside.
  3260. >An afternoon of resuming where you left off with morning cuddles would be wonderful.
  3261. >Getting cozy under a warm blanket, and forgetting about the wintertime woes would be a blessing in and of itself.
  3262. >And so, you would endure this journey.
  3263. >Stepping out of Stitches and Patchwork, you ventured with Siltsong to the grocer's.
  3264. >The sun had risen high into the sky, a little past noon if you were going to judge correctly.
  3265. >You might be wrong, but that's okay.
  3266. >There looked to be more clouds forming at the horizon.
  3267. >It might get all dreary soon.
  3268. >That would be sub-optimal, as it would get even colder.
  3269. >At least, it would feel as though it were.
  3270. >A light went off in your mind.
  3271. >Dreary days that had an overcast and were too damn cold felt real sleepy.
  3272. >That meant you would be looking for getting /comfy/.
  3273. >You had a promise to enjoy some more cuddling and comfy goodtimes with the mare you were engaged to.
  3274. >Today would be the perfect day to shut the outside world away and relish in sitting beside a fire.
  3275. >Maybe even while eating some of the canned foods you'd be getting as part of your rationed allotment.
  3276. >The day, no matter how sullen and gloomy, was going to be a good day.
  3277. >You caught yourself smiling stupidly, looking forward to the simple pleasures of holding Siltsong in a nice, warm hug.
  3278. >Under the blankets, keeping the cold at bay.
  3279. >Though it was such a straightforward thing, to delight in the uncomplicated pursuits of cuddling and enjoying time with your mare was worth its weight in gold.
  3280. >Time could fly by when you had your sweetheart close.
  3281. >When she was far away, tending to diplomatic functions...
  3282. >Time slowed to a crawl, your heart yearning for her return.
  3283. >Despite how disheartened you may become when she was temporarily gone, when she returned it never failed to lift your spirits into the heavens.
  3284. >Your aching heart had trouble resting, pleading for the affection that had been so alien to you for so long.
  3285. >In the presence of your beloved mare, a sensation both of peace and antsy excitement was fostered.
  3286. >You lived for that first love of your life, the one who brightened your outlook on life.
  3287. >Because with Siltsong, the future was not as intimidating as it had presented itself.
  3288. >Hoof-in-hand, you doubted there was anything that couldn't be conquered with the power of love.
  3289. >If the despair of loneliness had been slain, you believed anything was possible.
  3290. >The jubilation and contentment that permeated your being was a testament to its mighty bond.
  3291. >Turning your attention to the mare that brought new meaning to your life, you notice how she did her best to walk as close as possible to you.
  3292. >Almost brushing her side against your leg.
  3293. >Of course, you'd probably end up tripping if she had done so while you were walking.
  3294. >The bipedal struggle could be real.
  3295. >Another thing you noticed was just how chipper she was, Siltsong's happiness apparent for all to see.
  3296. >Despite the occasional cold breeze making her muzzle scrunch up and ears flop down to the sides interrupting the smile she possessed for a time.
  3297. >As you walked alongside the trotting pone, you struck up some conversation.
  3298. >Not that you didn't enjoy the silence every now and again, but when it became existential there was a problem there.
  3299. "You sure seem quite peppy today, Siltsong, sweetest. A bit for your thoughts."
  3300. >The mare in question smiled brightly up to you, answering your inquiry.
  3301. >"Well, it's very nice to be wrapped up in this warm overcoat...it's almost like a hug from you. my precious harmony."
  3302. >She sighed softly, getting real cozy in her winter attire.
  3303. >"I still prefer your hugs. No jacket or coat could beat them."
  3304. >Words so sweet, you couldn't help but feel your face become somewhat flushed.
  3305. "Aww...Siltsong, sweetest...there'll be plenty of hugs when we get back home. You big ol' cuddlebug, you."
  3306. >It was enough to brighten her smile even more.
  3307. >You could tell Siltsong's pace while trotting beside you increased by just a hair.
  3308. >Having a pone as much of a cuddlebug as her was another blessing counted amongst the many you were thankful for.
  3309. >You suppose being a lonely ambassador mare who had a collection of cheesy romance novels meant it was kind of a given.
  3310. >Not that you were going to complain about that.
  3311. >Perish the thought.
  3312. >It was something you beyond a shadow of a doubt appreciated.
  3313. >Physical affection set your heart aflutter, and knowing Siltsong was the one for you only made the feeling so wonderfully, delightfully more intense.
  3314. >However, speaking of complaints...
  3315. >Something you could do all day moaning and groaning about was coming into view.
  3316. >The checkout lines at the grocer's were getting pretty long for your liking.
  3317. >Easy to get in and collect what you could for your rations.
  3318. >However, the process of vetting to make sure nobody or no pony was taking more than they were allotted on top of checkout was not as quick.
  3319. >Being your human self, you could not resist letting a slight profanity pass through your lips, proclaiming your distaste for the coming scenario you would find yourself in.
  3320. "Ah, fuck...that line's pretty long..."
  3321. >One consequence of such profane utterings of yours was that it without a doubt flustered your mare.
  3322. >A pone of such high standing and with more refined sensibilities might not be accustomed to the phrasings of the less refined.
  3323. >"R-Right, Anonymous, it does appear t-to be a little much..."
  3324. >Siltsong tapped her front hooves against the stonework of the streets, not sure quite how to deal with such crass language.
  3325. >You partially chastised yourself as you saw how embarrassed your noblemare was.
  3326. >Though, it was pretty cute to see her flustered reactions.
  3327. >You would try next time to keep that human desire to take the edge off through profanity a bit suppressed.
  3328. >If it upset her, of course.
  3329. "Yeah...well, no point in standing around. Let's get this over with, sweetest."
  3330. >You spoke with adamant resolution towards the daunting task of waiting in line.
  3331. >Taking the first steps, you invite your mare into the warm confines of the grocer's shop.
  3332. >Happy to be out of the cold, Siltsong trotted right on into the building.
  3333. >Closing the door behind her as you enter, the both of you venture forth to gather what was needed for home.
  3334. >Some canned fruits like sour apples, plenty of canned vegetables, a little hint of meat on top of it all for that sweet, sweet protein...
  3335. >You know, the basic essentials.
  3336. >Prices had been starting to rise in accordance with the ongoing shortage.
  3337. >A bit of the uncomfortable reality of civilian wartime life.
  3338. >It wasn't the most ideal situation, to be sure.
  3339. >However, it beat standing on the front lines, freezing in the mud and snow.
  3340. >Not knowing when you might be taken from this world or have to inflict losses of your own.
  3341. >Thinking upon the lives of those enduring this Great Crystal War, it did arouse some discomfort and unease.
  3342. >Others certainly did not have it as good as you and Siltsong.
  3343. >And with the rising prices at the store, it was certainly all the more humbling to reflect upon.
  3344. >The difficulty in suppressing the uncertainties of living through this conflict had dramatically increased.
  3345. >All by looking at a little price label.
  3346. >Funny how the little things could have such a detailed impact, in the end.
  3347. >Of course, the poindexters of the Equestrian government were there to make sure you hadn't gone over what you were allowed.
  3348. >Granted, you could bring home more due to the large number of ponies living on Embassy grounds.
  3349. >Even then, there were still limits in place to help make sure what food Equestria had would last through to the next harvests.
  3350. >You understood that it was just something to look forward to when your newfound homeland was locked in a desperate defense of all it held sacred.
  3351. >After gathering all you were able, then came the waiting line.
  3352. >This was the part that often made you feel a sensation of never-ending regret.
  3353. >It was just something about waiting in long lines that could be so irksome.
  3354. >Maybe coming from a modern world where everything moves so quickly had that kind of effect.
  3355. >So used to things in such rapid motion that slowing down was incredibly foreign.
  3356. >Some places were still embracing that slower way of living from yore, but that wasn't always the case.
  3357. >Like many things, 'twas a memory of home that carried a weird sense of déjà vu along with it.
  3358. >Even with the reminiscing of a past life, this wait was still painful.
  3359. >You'd rather be at home cuddling a mare.
  3360. >Specifically, the mare that had such a profound impact on your life.
  3361. >It was infinitely better than just standing around like some dolt in a not-breadline.
  3362. >Alas, for the time being you were stuck here instead.
  3363. >You almost had begun to lose hope that you would ever escape the clutches of this line.
  3364. >As though a light from the end of a tunnel, the godsend of being the next to check out was upon you.
  3365. >Thank fuck you didn't have to wait much longer.
  3366. >Tallying up what you were buying and attaching a price to it, the cashier also asked for your ration book.
  3367. >Gotta get that government-approved stamp.
  3368. >Forking it over and letting them validate that you were indeed you and not some imposter, bootleg Anon, you wait patiently as you get the bits you had ready.
  3369. >Your coinpurse was a lot lighter now.
  3370. >You had a hard time thinking of exactly why that may be.
  3371. >Perhaps it was the groceries?
  3372. >Nah.
  3373. >Couldn't be.
  3374. >That was a preposterous suggestion.
  3375. >Had to be something else other than that.
  3376. >You would investigate the matter more fully when you were back home.
  3377. >After all the shit you and Siltsong just bought was bagged, the trudge through the cold would begin anew.
  3378. >Fortunately, all your stops had been taken care of.
  3379. >That meant nothing else should be on your plate.
  3380. >While you carried a hefty deal of the goods, Siltsong did help out a bit.
  3381. >With one bag held snugly in her maw, and a couple of others balancing on her back, she wasn't expecting you to do it all alone.
  3382. >Man and mare helping out one another.
  3383. >Just as it should be.
  3384. >Not much had to be said on the journey home.
  3385. >Namely, because one of you had a paper bit in their mouth and couldn't speak more than incomprehensible babbles.
  3386. >A bit of a conundrum there, if anything.
  3387. >Of course, once you and Siltsong finally arrived back at the Imperial Saghai Embassy, it would be impolite to just leave the groceries just laying about.
  3388. >Emee would probably chastise you for being so lazy.
  3389. >A big mare displeased made you nervous.
  3390. >So, doing a favor or two to help around the place wasn't off the table.
  3391. >On another aside, though Siltsong was used to the life of having subservient hoofmaids to assist in daily tasks, it was unjust for a suzerain to have cruelty in their hearts.
  3392. >Or so she told you.
  3393. >Giving back in one's own ways was to a degree expected in Saghai culture.
  3394. >Besides, it was a nice thing to do, and helping out felt pretty alright.
  3395. >It didn't take anywhere near as long as waiting in line.
  3396. >That was okay in your book.
  3397. >With everything put away and no big mare staring you down, it was time for you and Siltsong to retreat to the residential quarter of the Embassy.
  3398. >Your mare had a spring in her step, eager to see the promise you made unto her fulfilled.
  3399. >Truth be told, you were anticipating it just as much as your mare.
  3400. >Arriving back in the room, it looked like the bed had remained disheveled.
  3401. >Perfect for what you had planned.
  3402. >Now that it was just you and her, Siltsong looked up to you with those wondrous, captivating eyes of hers.
  3403. >"My precious harmony, might you help me out of this coat?"
  3404. >Boy, would you.
  3405. >Even if it was a simple little thing, you couldn't help but delight in doing it.
  3406. >You loved to see the Siltsong you knew beneath all the clothing, the raw beauty beneath the well-trimmed.
  3407. >First came withdrawing the boots from her hind legs.
  3408. >That was what you focused on.
  3409. >You totally didn't utilize the opportunity to admire some plush pony posterior.
  3410. >How perfect and supple it was, just waiting for hands to properly enjoy it.
  3411. >Setting the legwear aside, you move on to the meat of the matter.
  3412. >Slowly and gently, you began to undress Siltsong from both her coat and the gown underneath.
  3413. >It was a perfect thing, coming home from a day out and about like this.
  3414. >First came helping her forelegs out of the front of the coat.
  3415. >Then, you helped slide the rest of the insulating garment off.
  3416. >Setting it aside as before, you move onto removing the familiar silken dress.
  3417. >All that fuss with clothing now over with, your mare rubbed against your leg, excitedly and expectantly looking up to you.
  3418. >"Now, I believe you have a promise to keep, my precious harmony..."
  3419. >You didn't need to be told twice.
  3420. >Reaching down, you picked up the earth pone, carrying her over to bed.
  3421. >Coming to rest atop the mattress, you set her down in your lap.
  3422. >Next came wrapping the blankets around the two of you.
  3423. >Finally, to top it off like the sprinkles and cherry atop it all, you encircle your arms around her, keeping her close to your chest.
  3424. >Sighing contentedly, Siltsong locked her forelegs around your torso, rubbing her cheek against your chest.
  3425. >Closing your eyes, you smiled softly.
  3426. >This was the life.
  3427. >In a human and pone blanket burrito, shutting out the cold comfortably together.
  3428. >Instead of being a tasty delicacy, this was the ideal way to cuddle a pone waifu in the wintertime.
  3429. >And with no more responsibilities to tend to, you could enjoy these cuddles uninterrupted.
  3430. "You all warm and comforetable now, Siltsong?"
  3431. >She nodded with vigor, sighing happily and hugging you a little tighter.
  3432. >"You know me all too well, my precious harmony...I could just spend all day like this."
  3433. >If that's what she wanted, you would be happy to oblige.
  3434. >Making sure Siltsong was all wrapped up in the warm blankets, you would ensure that comfy cuddles were today's specialty.
  3435. >One hand resting on her withers, the other rubbing her back, you kept this intimate cuddling session going.
  3436. >Resting her head close to where your heart was, Siltsong glanced up to you, meeting your gaze.
  3437. >"I cannot describe it...but, things feel...more steady with you, my precious harmony. Things feel a bit less uneasy, now that we've come to know one another."
  3438. >Out of curiosity, you raised an eyebrow, wanting her to elaborate if possible.
  3439. "Oh? What might you mean by that?"
  3440. >One of Siltsong's hooves came into gentle contact with your chest, beginning to trace circles on it.
  3441. >"This new feeling, knowing what love is like...it brings a certainty to life. Knowing who you're going to spend the rest of it with rather than reading about it. The feeling's quite a peaceful one...being with you, my precious harmony."
  3442. >Your smile started to grow, though your petting remained deliberately gentle.
  3443. >"After being with you for so long, I wish we could be together like this every day...just me and you, like this...life's a lot less scary when you have somepony to love."
  3444. >Cooing at her sweetness, you move on from just running your hand along her back to petting her mane.
  3445. >Showing your appreciation for how wonderful and beautiful your mare was is always high on your list of priorities.
  3446. "That it is, Siltsong, sweetest...life's become so much more colorful with you, I can't think of a brighter time."
  3447. >The pone sitting in your lap returned a soft, tender smile as she snuggled up against you.
  3448. >"It'll always be brighter...no matter what, we'll make a wonderful future together."
  3449. >Holding your mare in your arms, you could get behind that reasoning.
  3450. >Nothing to worry about when the love of your life was in your arms.
  3451. >No longer would you need to endure a night without someone to make the bed a little too big for you.
  3452. >It was perfectly sized for a nice, long session of pre-sleep cuddles and spooning.
  3453. >And it would always feel perfectly warm, no mater the frightfulness of the outside weather.
  3454. >While petting her gorgeous mane, you recalled her words in the tailormare's shop.
  3455. >Both the kind things said about you, and what she told the owner of the store.
  3456. >The more mature mare did seem a tad lonely.
  3457. >Speaking about it openly, you could imagine just what hitting one's biological clock would do.
  3458. >Setting off that constant reminder that there was a hole in life that simply could no longer be filled by the frivolities of employment.
  3459. >Nor could the other pleasures in life distract from the mounting reality.
  3460. "You know, sweetest...it was very kind of you to offer what you did for that mare. The world could do with a little less loneliness."
  3461. >Siltsong nodded, agreeing with you from personal experience in the matter.
  3462. >"I know...I wouldn't wish it upon anypony to go so long without finding the one for themselves...it's such a cold feeling, being all alone..."
  3463. >She trailed off, remembering the sorrows of spending so many nights alone herself.
  3464. >For a mare even older than her, it would have been even more arduous to endure.
  3465. "It may take a while, but I hope she'll find love, too. In a world as crazed-from-pain as this, it would be so welcome for love to return."
  3466. >Things went a bit silent after sharing your thoughts on that mature mare.
  3467. >Though your heart was with Siltsong, seeing sad poners did hurt.
  3468. >All you could really do was hope that one day, they would find the one.
  3469. >Though you would be content to sit on your thoughts and pet your sweetest little Siltsong, the mare had some other ideas.
  3470. >Tapping your chest gently with the hard keratin of her hooves to get your attention, she asked of you a simple request.
  3471. >A familiar one, at that.
  3472. >"If it wouldn't be any trouble...could you maybe do that rubbing again? I really loved it when you did that..."
  3473. >You knew what she was requesting of you.
  3474. >The tender affection that was the belly rubs.
  3475. >You smile dopily, ever-eager to please and ecstatic to relish in the delight of physical affection.
  3476. "I can manage that, Siltsong, sweetest."
  3477. >Giddy upon hearing your approval, you could almost hear your mare squeal in delight.
  3478. >Before you had an opportunity to begin the sacred practice of the belly rubs, you mare felt the need to reposition herself.
  3479. >Now laying down in your lap, back against your legs, she was ready to receive the special kind of petting.
  3480. >Obliging her requests, you begin to run your hands along the delectably-soft poner tum.
  3481. >Siltsong's smile remained as giddy as could be, a blush starting to rise upon her features.
  3482. >As your hand continued to venture across the plushness of Siltsong's belly, you couldn't help but give some of your attentions to a tuft of fluff on her upper chest.
  3483. >Though modest, it did stand out whenever she requested the heavy-grade petting of belly rubs.
  3484. >You were unable to resist venturing there with your other hand.
  3485. >Running your fingers through the soft, luxurious forest of fluff.
  3486. >As you were engaging in such activity, Siltsong began to giggle intermittently.
  3487. >Hearing her sweet, heavenly voice as the both of you took part in an uncomplicated pleasure such as this...
  3488. >It was one of the many things you lived for now.
  3489. >To see that smile.
  3490. >To hear her beautiful laughter.
  3491. >To make her know she was loved.
  3492. >After spending so many years enduring loneliness, your heart wouldn't accept anything less than that.
  3493. >Your love for her shone brighter than the sun.
  3494. >And that was what shone countenance upon your life now.
  3495. >It gave you the peace you had sought out.
  3496. >Even when surrounded by war, nothing could quite compare to the blossomed sensation that had taken root throughout your being.
  3497. >It suffused your core, and knowing what emptiness it occupied, you'd never want to give it up.
  3498. >After keeping up your heavy petting for so long, you were unable to continue it for much further.
  3499. >As you slowed down, you couldn't help but notice that the skies above were completely gray.
  3500. >And from those gloomy clouds, a snowstorm had come.
  3501. >White started to gently fall, making not but a sound as it came on down.
  3502. >The golden spires of Canterlot were soon to be made as white as the ivory beneath them.
  3503. >A town under the reign of winter, to be frosted over even further.
  3504. >Opening one eye to see why you had started to slow down, Siltsong inquired on the matter.
  3505. >"Why'd you stop...? It was getting real good, too..."
  3506. >You point to the window, showing her the sight of frozen, powdery solid water.
  3507. "It's starting to snow outside."
  3508. >That, and your arm was starting to fight back against you by professing how tired it was getting.
  3509. >Not stronk enough to keep it going for hours.
  3510. >For shame.
  3511. >"...so it would seem...are you wanting to go outside?"
  3512. >You shake your head.
  3513. >You still had some pone petting to do.
  3514. >And it was so warm in the bedroom with Siltsong.
  3515. >Why sacrifice that for a chance to go touch some snow?
  3516. "Nah...not right now. I'd rather be here. It's more comfortable."
  3517. >To cement your desire to stay indoors, you give her a kiss right on the belly.
  3518. >Because the cold could go fuck itself.
  3519. >You'd rather enjoy the day indoors, with your mare.
  3520. >She guffawed softly as your lips contacted her belly for a but a moment.
  3521. >"Alright, my precious harmony...indoors it is."
  3522. >And so it would be.
  3523. >You and Siltsong, wrapped up in a blanket while you continued to slowly rub her stomach and pet her chest.
  3524. >A perfect activity to wind down to, if ever there was.
  3525. >You loved the little things like this.
  3526. >And so desperately, you wished to make them last forever as they would in your memory.
  3527. >Alas, in eventuality, you and your mare would have to get up later.
  3528. >Because food was pretty important, after all.
  3529. >Though, while you were unbothered by hunger, you would spend it right here.
  3530. >With the mare that brought the music of love into your heart.
  3531. >The mare that you joined to be the harmony to her duet.
  3532. >Spending the day as a man betrothed to his beloved, and smiling at the days to come.
  3533. >With your sweetest and most wonderful Siltsong.
  3534. >Nestled in your embrace, relishing in the pettings you offered.
  3535. >One hand exploring the soft expanse of her belly.
  3536. >The other traversing and delighting in the fluff tuft of a poner's chest.
  3537. >Nothing in the world was worth more than what you had right then and there.
  3538. >You wished that such an embrace could last forever.
  3539. >Try as you might, it would have to end.
  3540. >Because life wasn't going to let anything remain in permanence.
  3541. >Within time, your previous heavy petting dwindled down to a slow and steady pace.
  3542. >And from that, it would stop entirely.
  3543. >Your arm was starting to feel a bit sore.
  3544. >And you were feeling the hunger.
  3545. >It had been quite a while since you ingested what nourishment you could glean from canned plant matter.
  3546. >And from the stomach noises you heard that were not your own, you could guess safely that Siltsong was as well.
  3547. >Glancing downwards to your now-flustered mare, you ask what might be on her mind for dinner.
  3548. "Sounds like someone's getting pretty hungry...what might you be interested in for a nice, hearty dinner?"
  3549. >Nervously chuckling at how unladylike biology called for its sustenance, she clacked her front hooves together as she thought aloud.
  3550. >"I don't really know...we haven't had anything more...traditional in quite a long time."
  3551. >Translated, that meant her usual favorites were becoming a bit scarce now that so many things gone into making them were becoming more expensive.
  3552. >That meant it was usually the canned goods for many meals of the day.
  3553. >Being a noblemare of a more refined palate, the simpler and more common-folks diet was not what she was used to.
  3554. >The more balanced and attentive-to-detail art of Saghaic food was not replicated in what you could buy almost a half-dozen of with just a bit or two.
  3555. >You know, if you didn't go over your assigned quota.
  3556. >Couldn't violate those friendly government restrictions on your lifestyle, now could you?
  3557. "I think I might be able to whip up something. I'm a connoisseur of cheap canned food."
  3558. >You admit with plenty of years of experience.
  3559. >It may not look it, but such little goodies were good enough to sustain you when the going got rough.
  3560. >Keyword: good enough.
  3561. >It had been a good length of time since you've last handled the critical role of being the house chef.
  3562. >Emee was resting, as she had recently come down with a bad cold.
  3563. >Something you were thankful that Siltsong had not been forced to undergo.
  3564. >The big mare wasn't really meant to be making much food if she was sick.
  3565. >Still didn't mean she wouldn't chastise you for not at least leaving her workplace clean after buying new groceries.
  3566. >Not having too many alternatives, your mare lended her trust to you as a cook.
  3567. >"Alright, my precious harmony...I suppose we should get up for dinner..."
  3568. >She said with some some reluctance, as she was already so comfortable in your lap.
  3569. >You give Siltsong a kiss on the forehead, before you began to pick her up in your arms.
  3570. >If she wanted to stay in your arms for a little longer, you would afford her that luxury.
  3571. >Smiling giddily at being in your arms once again, your mare locked her arms around your neck gently.
  3572. >Holding her upright and close to your chest, you couldn't help but embed your face in her styled mane.
  3573. >Siltsong didn't quite mind, happy as could be that the physical bond between the both of you was not severed just yet.
  3574. >The particular scent of her mane was...
  3575. >Certainly peculiar to you.
  3576. >The only way you could quite describe it was that it was only comparable to the slight sweetness of a flower.
  3577. >Gently fragrant without being so overpowering to the senses.
  3578. >You couldn't quite tell exactly what it was, not being that of a rose or other predictable flower.
  3579. >It was a welcome scent to remember your mare by, however.
  3580. >Feeling that you had spent enough time in the bedroom, you carried your most beloved Siltsong to the kitchens.
  3581. >You kept Siltsong nice and secure in your embrace, the mare meaning the world.
  3582. >Besides, carrying her felt romantic.
  3583. >And besides, you knew the both of you were sticklers for the sickly-sweet romantic stuff.
  3584. >That was something you lived for.
  3585. >Seeing that precious smile any time you could have a chance to make her happy.
  3586. >Delighting in feeling your heart set aflutter from each hug, kiss, and cuddle.
  3587. >Showing just how much she meant to you felt natural now.
  3588. >That, and the both of you being natural cuddlebugs as you came to find out surely was a symptom of the need for physical affection.
  3589. >Arriving at the kitchen, it didn't quite feel the same with that intimidating-yet-friendly mare hollering, asking what you honestly needed in her kitchen.
  3590. >Before, of course, poliely asking you to get out.
  3591. >But now, 'twas your demense to work a fair meal out of.
  3592. >Setting Siltsong down onto her hooves, you fuss the front of her mane slightly.
  3593. >Hearing her soft giggles and chortles was always welcome to your ears.
  3594. >Like an angel's serenade on the winds of a dream.
  3595. >With your arms free to get to work, your first stop was to raid the freshly-restocked pantry and plan out your evening meal.
  3596. >It wouldn't be anything extravagant by any means, but you could at least make it bearable.
  3597. >troking your chin in thought, you cobble together plans in your mind.
  3598. >Some green beans, corn, spinach, and a little bit of pan-seared fish toadd some protein to your diet would work...
  3599. >Granted, it wasn't the diet of kings.
  3600. >However, a working man's feast this would be.
  3601. >No need to be particularly picky when the pickings themselves were becoming more slim.
  3602. >Eat what you could, or go hungry.
  3603. >Was kinda your choice, in the end.
  3604. >Grabbing the cans to what vegetables you would be having for this pauper feast of yours, you check the expiration dates just to be double-sure.
  3605. >Sighing a breath of relief, you were pleased to see that these canned goodies were still as good as they could be.
  3606. >No severe gastrointestinal distress from biting into really expired food tonight.
  3607. >After important verification came preparation.
  3608. >Siltsong watched your work attentively, not knowing how to really cook for herself.
  3609. >She had found fascination in the artform, though her esteemed position meant she really didn't need to.
  3610. >A bit of a learned trait, you would suppose.
  3611. >"Anonymous, my precious harmony...how would you prepare food that's in a can? It isn't fresh, and it all seems so...strange."
  3612. >You smile, pulling the tab on the cans to examine their contents.
  3613. "They're already cooked, you see, but they could do with a bit of heating-up. I find cold canned vegetables are kinda like cold eggs - it just ain't right."
  3614. >You offered your humble opinion on the matter, first draining the water that the vegetables were bathed in during their stay in the can.
  3615. >Being the salty water you didn't want to use, down the drain it went.
  3616. >Filling up a trusty, handy-dandy saucepan with enough water to stir your "delicious" vegetbles as you poured them on in.
  3617. >Turning the burner on for the stove, you let it begin to warm up.
  3618. >Siltsong watched the process unfold, curious if it was really that easy.
  3619. >Just plop them in a pot and let it warm up.
  3620. >Maybe throw in a dash of spice, too, if you're wanting to get the taste of poverty out of your mouth.
  3621. >Which, of course, you did attempt with some black pepper you had bought a trip or two ago.
  3622. >While such a simple spice in every regard, it did wonders in adding at least some flavor to food.
  3623. >Paired with salt, it was the best way to make food taste slightly less bland.
  3624. >Then, it would only be slightly less remarkable than finer food.
  3625. >Giving the occasional stir, you would make sure nothing stuck to the bottom for too long.
  3626. >Burning and wasting your food was a sin.
  3627. >Especially when it was all you would be having until you got your ration book wiped, and went for more.
  3628. >So, you resolved to make the most of what you had on hand.
  3629. >Warming up the greens that would be the mainstay of your meal wouldn't take too long.
  3630. >Next would be pan-searing that fish you bought.
  3631. >You know, to make this meal at least somewhat tolerable.
  3632. >While you recollected on the cooking experiences of yore, Siltsong continued to watch.
  3633. >Such fascination in being able to prepare one's own meals.
  3634. >Something that the progeny of important aristocrats weren't expected to learn for themselves.
  3635. >You were honestly surprised you could recall the old skills you had in prepping a cheap home dinner for yourself and your mare.
  3636. >The continued service that was available while staying on Embassy grounds made you believe such skills had faded away.
  3637. >You were glad to see you at least retained some of that old knowledge.
  3638. >Otherwise, there would be plenty of mistakes being made and food would be going to waste.
  3639. >And that's terrible.
  3640. >You mean, if you really wanted to play it safe, you could have purchased packages of fake noodles.
  3641. >However, eating the paper straws from a fast food joint came wrapped in had more nutritional value.
  3642. >You'd at least need something reminiscent of nutrition if you were to make it through a particularly-rough winter.
  3643. >It was not long, however, before dinner was ready to be served.
  3644. >To warm up canned greens and cook fish could slip right by you.
  3645. >Not wanting to make your food taste partial to charcoal, you were quick to plate it once it was ready.
  3646. >Before long, you had prepared what you would definitely call a dinner.
  3647. >Was it the best thing in the world to be munching on?
  3648. >This hodgepodge of what you found in the pantry?
  3649. >Probably not.
  3650. >Was it suitable for its purpose?
  3651. >You would assume so.
  3652. >You attempting to make anything more complicated than that might not end exactly the way you wanted it to.
  3653. >And a kitchen-borne disaster was not something you wanted to just occur like that.
  3654. >Siltsong was watching you, and an inherent drive to not disappoint was there.
  3655. >Upon beholding the majestic creation you had brought into being, Siltsong glanced to it with both apprehension and curiosity.
  3656. >"It's...something. I think. Is it finished, Anonymous?"
  3657. >You nod, understanding Siltsong would have at least some trepidtaions with what was available as a meal.
  3658. >Unfamiliar foods could be intimidating, especially when they were the anathema to what you were raised on.
  3659. "As finished as I could make it, Siltsong, sweetest. We should probably enjoy it while it's still warm."
  3660. >You encourage, since when everything got cold, it wasn't going to be any more ideal than soggy cereal.
  3661. >With nothing better to do, you and Siltsong found a comfortable place overlooking the courtyard to enjoy dinner in peace.
  3662. >Even if for some of the food they weren't ideal, Siltsong continued to utilize chopsticks as the instrument of choice.
  3663. >you had given up the chopsticks for now, since the meal of today felt as though such utensils were naught but frivolities.
  3664. >Watching as Siltsong took the first bite of the tubular vegetable of the green vareity, you had to restrain a giggle.
  3665. >Her muzzle scrunched up at the completely foreign tastes, most certainly alien to her palate.
  3666. >For you, this was but a quiet afternoon of fondly remembering all the warm memories of home cooking.
  3667. >Because going out to eat can be way too fucking expensive.
  3668. >"My precious harmony, does...does it always taste that...potent? They're all so..."
  3669. >You think you understood one of her complaints with the canned vareity of plant goods.
  3670. "Mushy and fermented?"
  3671. >She nodded, that being about what she would ascribe to what she just took a bite out of.
  3672. >"Yes...exactly as you described. I don't know if I'll ever get used to it..."
  3673. >An understandable reaction.
  3674. >You mused over some of the better fortunes that were had with what you possessed in front of you, however.
  3675. "It can always be worse. We could be one of those poor saps on the front lines, enjoying M.R.E's."
  3676. >Siltsong's ears perked up as she picked up on an acronym she wasn't quite able to decipher.
  3677. >"My precious harmony, Anonymous...might you elaborate for me? I don't think I quite understand..."
  3678. >Boy did you ever.
  3679. "It stands for Meals Ready to Eat. That's kind of a misnomer, as they're not meals, they're not ready, and they're definitely not for eating."
  3680. >Though slightly amused, your picking-apart of the name wasn't enough to sate her curiosity.
  3681. >Doing her best to suppress the less-than-ecstatic reaction to the taste of the preserved plant matter, Siltsong gestured for you to explain further.
  3682. >One big bite of your working man's cobbler, you move on to actually explaining what you could.
  3683. >You know, without making your mare's stomach too queasy.
  3684. "They're usually dried foods that will last long past the heat death of the universe, though some varieties do come in something other than freeze-dried 'food.' Some are...tolerable, I guess, but there are others that are nothing short of a nightmare to eat through."
  3685. >You were doing your bes to select your wording carefully.
  3686. >Not everyone or every mare was of a hardy gut and could endure tales of grossness while at the table.
  3687. >So, a bit of abstraction was advised here.
  3688. "Some just don't sit well at all, even if they tasted wonderful in comparison to what else you'll find. Depending on what era you got them in, from the paleolithic to a more modern age, there was always something to take displeasure in them."
  3689. >And frankly, it was something you thanked your lucky stars for that you weren't dealing with those miseries in a packet.
  3690. >You could only imagine just what it was like in Flim & Flam's wartime industrialist wonderland and finding out what was in your brown bag of mystery.
  3691. >Maybe it was actual food and not just scraps of whatever they found lying around the jointery of their machines with a healthy dose of industrial runoff?
  3692. >Maybe you were silly for even trying to think that would be the case.
  3693. >Dinnertime after your musings on what you were at least complacent for was silent.
  3694. >Siltsong did her best to at least enjoy what she could.
  3695. >You couldn't really blame her for the upbringing she possessed.
  3696. >Not really anything you nor her could control.
  3697. >She at least found the pan-seared fish to be pretty alright.
  3698. >That brought a small smile to your features.
  3699. >Hopefully, this wouldn't go on for much longer.
  3700. >Glancing between your mare and the courtyard, you could see another missive was coming in.
  3701. >At this time?
  3702. >What news would be coming in from so far beyond Equestria?
  3703. >Was it in relation to the war, or was it something more...personal for Siltsong?
  3704. >As the new letter materialized, you informed Siltsong that you might be away for a moment.
  3705. "I'll be right back, the mail's here tonight."
  3706. >Your mare looked out to the new delivery, her own curiosity arising now that it was brought up.
  3707. >Going outside, you grimace at the frigid wintry winds licking at your skin.
  3708. >It clawed through clothing, wanting to sap any warmth had beneath.
  3709. >Which when paired with the snow that started to accumulate on your garments, you did what you could to make this quick.
  3710. >Scroll in hand, you returned expediently to the dining space you and Siltsong shared.
  3711. >Damn winter weather.
  3712. >Getting worse for magical reasons.
  3713. >You actually had something to blame than just throwing your disgruntlement at mere chance taking it out on you.
  3714. >At least the Embassy was warmer on the inside than the frightful weather out front.
  3715. >Though, it wouldn't be too surprising to gauge that it would soon be flooded with the cold rushing in.
  3716. >The insulation of what heat had been gained could not hold forever against the entropy o the cold enshrouding Equestria.
  3717. >After you had become seated back at the table, Siltsong couldn't contain her curiosity.
  3718. >With both eagerness to know its contents and a bit of homesickness, she asked of you to see what was awaiting.
  3719. >"My precious harmony...do you know what it says? The letter?"
  3720. >You supposed she wanted to challenge you with the ongoing effort to lecture you in Saghaic.
  3721. >No harm in trying to comprehend these foreign scribbles.
  3722. >Besides, you had been improving quite considerably, and you hoped to have this under mastery before long.
  3723. "I can give it a read, or at least the best I can. I might still have to hand it to you, though."
  3724. >You cautioned your mare, since you still had some doubts on your abilities.
  3725. >Breaking the scroll's seal and unfurling it, you gave it the good ol' try.
  3726. >Though as intimidating as this script could be, you would conquer it.
  3727. >You were doing it for more than yourself, need you a reminder.
  3728. >Should you leave for the Saghai motherland, you were probably not going to find too many bilingual ponies who also spoke in Engliquestrianish.
  3729. >You couldn't expect a translator around all the time.
  3730. >And most importantly, you were doing it for her.
  3731. >An interesting aside, it would be quite entertaining to have private conversations in a language that sounds like tribal chanting for all you knew.
  3732. >Getting on with the task as Siltsong's suspense rose, you did what you could to decipher the letter.
  3733. "It's about a planned marriage...and it's from the Emperor...there's also things about an 'Imperial Court...' That's all I can really snag."
  3734. >You admitted defeat for now.
  3735. >Some day you'll be smart.
  3736. >Handing it over to an excited Siltsong, you wonder just what all those things are in combination to one another.
  3737. >Clearing her throat, your mare began to read through this missive sent by the Emperor himself.
  3738. >"To my esteemed Ambassador Siltsong, heaven's blessings upon you and your betrothed, Anonymous. It is with regret that I must inform you of the decision to...postpone the Imperial wedding between you and the 'human.'"
  3739. >She seemed a little less exited to read that news, likely it being a grand disappointment.
  3740. >"Following conference with advisors in the Imperial Court, the war situation with the Crystal 'Empire' has made it inadviseable for travel between the Kingdom of Equestria and our Empire. Our efforts have been fully directed to facing the great enemy. With hope, in the future, there will be an opportunity to see your return to the Empire."
  3741. >Oh...
  3742. >Well, that's undoubtedly disappointing to a massive degree for Siltsong to hear.
  3743. >You know she had been feeling quite homesick as of late, longing to return home.
  3744. >There was more to the dissatisfaction at hearing the news than just a postponed wedding date.
  3745. >Siltsong missed her family, so far away from them all.
  3746. >With the war raging on, she wouldn't be able to see them for the foreseeable future.
  3747. >And to your knowledge, Siltsong had been residing within Equestria for a good few years now.
  3748. >A particularly long time to be away from those Siltsong knew closest.
  3749. >Even if you didn't observe it while actually immersed in the heartland of Saghai culture, these ponies put a high importance on family.
  3750. >Both with the peasantry and the nobility, several generations of family lived within the same household.
  3751. >Family was placed on a pedestal almost unequaled within the lands of the Empire.
  3752. >And being so far apart from those she had as family was something you couldn't quite grasp.
  3753. >Probably because you were a bit distant from your own.
  3754. >From that point on, dinnertime was a bit more morose.
  3755. >Quiet in light of the new development.
  3756. >That sure was a way to make a nice day a little less nice.
  3757. >Food that was bland at best in comparison to what came before and a slip of paper sayng that plans had changed.
  3758. >What a nice thing to be enjoying.
  3759. >Though, you supposed it made perfect sense to wait for this sort of thing.
  3760. >Status kept such events as a marriage when Siltsong was a member of a royal house made everything a bit more...
  3761. >Complicated.
  3762. >Such is life as a noblemare.
  3763. >And war burning all around made it even more complicated.
  3764. >Effectively, both your hands and her hooves were bound.
  3765. >Not much that was available for you to do.
  3766. >It wasn't long before dinner was wolfed down, savored about as much as could be.
  3767. >Seeing as you now had a mess of dishes to clean up, you had something to keep you preoccupied.
  3768. >Getting out of your seat, you take your dishes in hand, coming to your mare's side.
  3769. >And you give her a kiss on the forehead.
  3770. "Real sorry that the news today wasn't very good, sweetest...I'll go ahead and take care of all this, don't you worry about it."
  3771. >Flashing Siltsong a comforting smile, she did appear to cheer up slightly.
  3772. >"Alright, my precious harmony...I suppose I shall meet you upstairs?"
  3773. >You nod, some time showing your mare you appreciated her was perfect.
  3774. "Sure thing, sweetest. I shouldn't take too long."
  3775. >Taking Siltsong's dishes, the two of you separate for the time being.
  3776. >As much as you disliked being separate from Siltsong, you could handle it for a few minutes.
  3777. >Though all the while, it would feel as though your heart was aching to return to your mare's side.
  3778. >Eager to reunite once more and know she was right there.
  3779. >As you began to wash the dishes - because Emee would have frimw ords with you if you left her temple in disarray - you pondered if you were perhaps feeling possessive of your mare.
  3780. >So desperate you were for love, that you gave up everything for a chance at it.
  3781. >And now that you had found it, you were understandably jealous to protect it.
  3782. >Your thoughts continued to wonder, not quite sure if it was bad to so zealously want to spend every day with your mare.
  3783. >Your heart certainly was greatly displeased when Siltsong had to fulfill the functions and role of a diplomat.
  3784. >The life of an Ambassador wasn't just go sit in a foreign country for five years.
  3785. >They had actual business to do.
  3786. >Even if you knew better in your mind, you couldn't help but to yearn for her return.
  3787. >Wishing Siltsong to come through that door once more.
  3788. >Where you would be waiting to wrap her up in a big hug and maybe offer some massages.
  3789. >Y-Y'know, for relaxation purposes.
  3790. >Siltsong sometimes had really, really rough days, man.
  3791. >Those always were made justa little less rough with some tension relief like that.
  3792. >While you festered in your realms of thinking, you soon found yourself completing the task at hand of washing the dishes.
  3793. >Putting them where everything should have been, you make the pilgrimage back up to the bedroom.
  3794. >Your mare, Siltsong, was laying down on the bed and looking out the window into the world outside.
  3795. >The snowy, frigid world.
  3796. >She wasn't wearing her gown, and had her mane down.
  3797. >Sitting next to her, you think she could do with a gentle massage to help put her at ease.
  3798. >Setting your hands on her shoulders carefully, you slowly begin to massage the silvery mare.
  3799. >Sensing your touch, being one of the few with hands, Siltsong sighed softly.
  3800. >She cooed as she felt you go to work, helping take the edge off of her own troubles.
  3801. >"That always feels so wonderful...my precious harmony..."
  3802. >You smile as Siltsong melts to your touch, appearing much more pleased than mere moments ago.
  3803. >You just loved to see her smile.
  3804. >No matter the time of day, you were always there to show her how loved she was.
  3805. >Because you knew she loved you.
  3806. >That was more than enough for you.
  3807. >As you continued to offer the skillful and unwinding contact of your deft fingers, you heard a cute little poner yawn.
  3808. >Siltsong's breathing had slowed, signalling that she had fallen asleep.
  3809. >Glancing out the window, the sun was pretty low in the sky.
  3810. >You supposed it was about that time for her...
  3811. >For such a young mare, Siltsong slept like she was an old mare.
  3812. >Maybe she was one of these mythical morning people.
  3813. >The ones inherently drawn to waking at early times.
  3814. >While you could retool yourself, it wasn't that natural for you.
  3815. >Setting the thoughts aside for a moment, you carefully pull Siltsong close, bringing her into your embrace as you draw the blankets over the both of you.
  3816. >You were thinking of what you could do tomorrow.
  3817. >How you might make it up to your mare and cheer her up after hearing the news.
  3818. >As your mind came up with blanks, you supposed you should sleep on it.
  3819. >With your hand running through the locks of her two-tone mane, you drift off to sleep.
  3820. >When you had awoken the next bright and early morning, you could not feel the mare that was at your side the night before.
  3821. >This sparked a temporary moment of absolute terror in your heart.
  3822. >Where could she have gone to?
  3823. >Were you still in Equestria?
  3824. >Your sluggish state this early mere moments from exiting your dreamlandia made you a bit slower to react.
  3825. >So, you just opened your eyes to see that your mare was sitting just at the edge of the bedside.
  3826. >Her tail was draped over the mattress, appearing as a thin spread-out tide of yellow and lilac.
  3827. >Your heart breathing a sigh of relief upon knowing Siltsong was at an arm's reach, you smile gently.
  3828. >No need to get yourself so worked up when she was right there.
  3829. >With all the tact you could muster, you drowsily greet your mare.
  3830. "Good morning, beautiful...why're you up so early?"
  3831. >You ask with a critical lack of self-awareness.
  3832. >Upon hearing your voice, Siltsong's ears stand at attention, her head turning to meet your gaze.
  3833. >"O-Oh! Good morning, my precious harmony!"
  3834. >Turning around wholly, Siltsong answers your inquiry as to why she was almost ready to leave.
  3835. >"I've received word of a negotiation that I am required for, here in Canterlot. I was just about to head out for it."
  3836. >She did look the part, too.
  3837. >Having gotten into her winter coat, she was about to take care of the final touches before heading out.
  3838. >You pout at the revelation, knowing she was going to be away for hours at a time.
  3839. "And you're not even going to give me a kiss goodbye, before you do?"
  3840. >You tease, though you certainly wouldn't be averse to a little kiss from your sweetheart.
  3841. >Hearing your teasing, your mare's ears flatten to the sides of her head.
  3842. >If you didn't know better, you'd think you saw a bit of shame in her expression.
  3843. >Nervously, Siltsong laughed as she contemplated your words.
  3844. >"R-Right, it wouldn't do to leave you with nothing..."
  3845. >Climbing onto the bed for just this moment, Siltsong was quick to leave something special.
  3846. >As your lips locked, your chest felt light from the early rush of love in your system.
  3847. >Even if you would be alone for quite some time, if you could just...savor this.
  3848. >Let the kiss lift your spirits and be the song you awoke to this early morning...
  3849. >You think the memories could do, for that time.
  3850. >As the intimacy of a simple kiss could not last forever, Siltsong soon parted.
  3851. >Between the both of you, it was with reluctance.
  3852. >How could one not delight in every moment of affectionate contact?
  3853. >Just being in the presence of the mare you loved most could sunder a cloudy sky and see the brightness in any day.
  3854. >And when you touched, when you kissed or hugged...
  3855. >It was beyond a shadow of a doubt greater than magical.
  3856. >With your toll of one (1) kiss paid in full, Siltsong asked if there were any other fees needed by the Anonymous tollbooth in the bedroom.
  3857. >"W-Was that...sufficient, my precious harmony?"
  3858. >You gave a soft nod of affirmation, smiling as you pet her head for but a few moments.
  3859. "As amazing as always, you beautiful mare, Siltsong..."
  3860. >You sigh as you suppose she needed to head out now.
  3861. >If she really was needed, she couldn't afford to stay here in bed all day.
  3862. "I guess I shouldn't be keeping you, sweetest...I hope your day ain't too long..."
  3863. >Siltsong flashes you that innocent, sweet smile of hers, foreleg resting against the arm you were petting her with.
  3864. >"I'll be back home before you know it, Anonymous...I promise."
  3865. >You hoped she would be able to live up to that promise.
  3866. "Alright, Siltsong...I'll see you when you get home."
  3867. >Giving you an additional, albeit shorter kiss, Siltsong soon parted from the embrace.
  3868. >Waving goodbye, you soon found yourself alone once again.
  3869. >Not seeing your sweetest mare anymore...
  3870. >It still took quite a bit of getting used to.
  3871. >Being so attached to one another meant it was so hard to say goodbye.
  3872. >As much as it was displeasuring to see her leave, you did have to accept she was busy.
  3873. >A mare with things to do.
  3874. >Didn't make it any easier to do so, given that you now had a reluctance for separation from your better half.
  3875. >Why did this kind of thing have to be so hard?
  3876. >You didn't want to sound selfish, but you really enjoyed the company of the mare you sacrificed a previouus life for.
  3877. >Not that it was worth that much in comparison to what you had now, but the point still stood.
  3878. >Clawing yourself out of bed, you shiver as you realize that you would need something to clothe your bare chest.
  3879. >The weater was still pretty fucking cold.
  3880. >A quick glance to the intimidating outdoors revealed it was still pretty damn snowy outside.
  3881. >The spires, rooftops and domes of the mountainside city of Canterlot were no longer their distinctive golden hue.
  3882. >Now, they were adorned with a powdery white from the snow that drifted on down.
  3883. >Indistinguishable from the ivory towers and walls that they lay atop.
  3884. >Coupling with the constant downpour since last evening, snow had been piling up in the streets as well.
  3885. >The middle of the roads had been cleared by diligent city workers and shopkeepers who didn't want the aesthetic and feng shui of their stores ruined.
  3886. >Along the edges, it still was piled up.
  3887. >Not quite surpising to consider that it would continue being cold as fuck today.
  3888. >Slipping on your jacket and gathering some clothes, you head to the bathroom to get washed up before your day would begin in earnest.
  3889. >All the while, your mind drifted to thoughts of yesterday's revelation.
  3890. >You were still thinking of a way to possibly cheer up your mare.
  3891. >Last night, you hadn't really found any earth-shatteringly brilliant ideas to do so, however.
  3892. >You knew Siltsong did love some nice cuddles, as the little cuddlebug of a mare would.
  3893. >However, you were thinking of something else than just some cuddles.
  3894. >You had no idea of where you could begin, though.
  3895. >You weren't trying to prove your love, as it was already quite apparent.
  3896. >What could you do to further display your love for Siltsong?
  3897. >No, this was about seeing what you could do to brighten her day a little more.
  3898. >You thought a warm shower might be able to help you out.
  3899. >No absurd cold attempting to distract you from the fact of the matter.
  3900. >And showers were the best place to collect your thoughts.
  3901. >However, you hadn't made any major ground in knowing what you wanted to do for her.
  3902. >You were entirely drawing up a blank, and that was sub-optimal.
  3903. >Not even the idea generation magnifier of being in a shower could aid in this endeavor.
  3904. >Feeling somewhat defeated, you cut off the hot water as the morning rituals draw to a close.
  3905. >Draping yourself in new, clean clothes, you prepare for the day ahead of you.
  3906. >As you went on your way down to the ground floor of the Embassy's residential quarter, you spotted one of Siltsong's hoofmaids.
  3907. >The more recognizable of the bunch, with the cream-colored coat and light blue mane.
  3908. >You still hadn't learned their names, either...
  3909. >Once you had crossed into her line of sight, the mare cleared her throat to catch your attention.
  3910. >"Excuse me, Sir Anonymous? Might I borrow a moment of your time?"
  3911. >Well now, what could she be needing from you?
  3912. >You shrug, not having any super serious appointments.
  3913. >You didn't have to disarm a bomb or anything of such a incredible magnitude in that moment.
  3914. "Sure, what's on your mind?"
  3915. >The subservient mare didn't meet your gaze, beginning her ripping yarn with you.
  3916. >"Forgive me should this sound...intrusive...but I couldn't help but notice the missive from the Empire left on the table."
  3917. >Ah, yes, that...
  3918. >You supposed it was inevitable that it would end up spreading throughout the Embassy.
  3919. "So, you've read through that, huh? A bit of dour news, that..."
  3920. >You sighed, guessing that the company of this subservient mare might be sufficient to confide your own blues with.
  3921. "Siltsong seemed a bit disappointed to hear that coming through, last night. Been thinking of something to help cheer her up, but I don't know what to do..."
  3922. >With a bit of careful trepidation, the hoofmaid offered her support.
  3923. >"If I may offer some advice, Sir anonymous...perhaps a gift of heart may help in your goal?"
  3924. >You never heard that term before.
  3925. >What might a 'gift of heart' be?
  3926. >It wasn't Valentine's Day here, was it?
  3927. "A gift of heart? What's that, exactly?"
  3928. >Taking a moment to explain it to you, the hoofmaid broke the term down for you.
  3929. >"In the sourthern lands of the Empire, a gift of heart is a traditional hoof-made gift a stallion and mare make for one another when they unite in matrimony. The term 'hoof-made' can't be stressed enough."
  3930. >After describing what it was, the hoofmade went on about what it meant beyond just stuff.
  3931. >"It could be anything one would want it to be, but what matters is that it comes from the heart. The closest, more...Equestrian tradition I could relate it to would be the act of getting a piece of jewelry and proposing to the one you want for life. Only, you make it yourself."
  3932. >Thinking on it, a lightbulb went off in your mind.
  3933. >That sounded like a perfect idea!
  3934. >Maybe that could help bring a little bit of home to this far-flung land of Equestria for her.
  3935. "I like that idea! Thank you, miss...?"
  3936. >You ask the hoofmaid's name in a roundabout way.
  3937. >"Faithful Favor, Sir Anonymous."
  3938. >You nod, aiming to keep that name locked in your memory and totally not forget it.
  3939. "Right, thank you so very much, Faithful Favor! I don't know if I would have come up with that!"
  3940. >The servant mare gives you a short pone curtsy.
  3941. >"You're welcome, Sir Anonymous. Is there anything else you might need?"
  3942. >With a dismissive wave and a shake of the head, you decline.
  3943. "Thank you, but I think I'll be busy for today. Thanks again, by the way!"
  3944. >Waving goodbye, you had places to be.
  3945. >Making sure your coat was nice and snug around you and your remaining bits were on hand, you set out with a goal in mind.
  3946. >You had the start of a plan.
  3947. >All that remained was what to make.
  3948. >You weren't the greatest craftsman, but you could at least give it a go.
  3949. >Maybe if you prayed hard enough to Ron Swanson, you might find that inner manliness in the world of craft.
  3950. >That crucial expertise to use those two hands you were given the day you were born the way you were meant to.
  3951. >And you weren't talking about how to physically please your mare.
  3952. >That would come later.
  3953. >If he could also fax you some ideas of where to begin, that might also help out a bit, there.
  3954. >Taking your stroll about Canterlot, you did some window-browsing to see where you might begin.
  3955. >Not like you were going to buy anything, right?
  3956. >And from the lightness of your coin purse, it would probably remain that way.
  3957. >Even if you wanted to expend some extra shekels for materials.
  3958. >You hoped this quick little stroll would be at least somewhat productive.
  3959. >Getting that ball rolling for your noggin to start joggin'.
  3960. >And you were starting to formulate what you were gonna do.
  3961. >You didn't think making Siltsong more clothes would be the most original idea.
  3962. >You just went out and helped her get winter clothes yesterday.
  3963. >Something different might spice it up a little.
  3964. >And you really didn't have that many bits left from your stipend to do anything too fancy.
  3965. >What might you pick, out of the many things you could?
  3966. >Finding a bench, you brush off the coat of snow laying atop it, and adopt a thinker's pose.
  3967. >Your stroll had prematurely paused, if only to think about it in a proper manner.
  3968. >The deluge of snow wasn't as intense as before, offering some reprieve from the frozen powdered water.
  3969. >Some flecks of snow had been accumulating on your jacket, pock-marking it with white.
  3970. >Reflecting on the conversation had with Faithful Favor, particularly that analogy to what the 'gift of heart' tradition was about, it gave you a better picture to work with.
  3971. >Perhaps a bracelet might do?
  3972. >Something with a bit more permanence.
  3973. >You now had some direction, and momentum to back that up, too.
  3974. >Now to keep minor setbacks from putting the brakes on that velocity you had going there.
  3975. >What were you going to make it out of?
  3976. >And wold it be the best thing to make?
  3977. >So many questions were surrounding this idea, but you had a good feeling about this idea.
  3978. >You could only hope that she would really like it...
  3979. >There wasn't any doubt you wholly loved her.
  3980. >You only doubted your abilities as a gift-giver.
  3981. >And a craftsman.
  3982. >There were a lot of things you didn't anticipate yourself being too good at.
  3983. >While you were still lost in thought, you had not noticed your expression becoming a bit more somber.
  3984. >Whether or not that was due to being away from your sweetheart, you couldn't tell.
  3985. >As you pondered over the vagueries of what your beloved mare might appreciate, another human and his mare were passing by.
  3986. >You didn't pay them any mind, as you had other things weighing on you at the moment.
  3987. >Stopping, the mare asked this mysterious human individual to go see what might be troubling you.
  3988. >At least, you could assume that was what she had asked of him.
  3989. >Because before you knew it, the man was sitting by your side at a respectful distance.
  3990. >"Hey, man, you alright?"
  3991. >Breaking out of your state of concentration, you responded to his inquiry.
  3992. "Hmm...? Oh, yeah, I'm...I'm fine."
  3993. >You spoke with a shy, small smile.
  3994. >It wasn't often you stopped for small-talk.
  3995. >Out of just a fair dose of concern, the fellow human inquired a bit further.
  3996. >"You sure? You looked like something real heavy's been on your mind."
  3997. >You pondered if it was really a good idea to let slip that you were having trouble finding your mare, Siltsong, a gift.
  3998. >A bit of a special one.
  3999. >But you had faith that you could confide in another about man things.
  4000. >Call it a bit of blind trust that Equestria has helped instill within you.
  4001. >This land of magical marshmallow horses certainly did have that effect on you.
  4002. >How this was, you were not quite sure.
  4003. >Blaming it on magic seemed like the right way to go.
  4004. "Eh, it's...just some...relationship issues, as of late. Not sure if you'd really be willing to sit through my rambling, though..."
  4005. >With some friendly concern for a fellow that had crossed the void for some mare love, he encouraged you to elaborate.
  4006. >"Well, what's the trouble you might be having? Is it taking a bit of time to 'acclimate' with your sweetheart?"
  4007. >You shake your head, quick to dispel that as any sort of issue you may be experiencing.
  4008. "Oh, heavens no. That's not it at all. It's, uh, it's a bit different than that. She's a real treasure, and I couldn't be happier with her."
  4009. >Meeting the gaze of the other man, you explain what exactly was your particular conundrum.
  4010. "I've been planning on making her something special, and while I've got an clue of what I want to do, I just don't know how to go from there."
  4011. >Smiling upon hearing that your troubles were more lighthearted, he implored you to continue.
  4012. >"What do you have in mind for her, if it's got you so worked-up about it?"
  4013. >At least you weren't being ridiculed for your troubles...
  4014. >Equestria sure was a nice place, even if it was locked in a desperate struggle for its freedom.
  4015. "It's, uh...a bracelet. I mean, you could probably buy anything, but...it just doesn't feel like it would be as personal, now would it?"
  4016. >You couldn't really make a ring for a pony.
  4017. >Unless she was a unicorn, but that's not who your mare was.
  4018. >"I guess you're kinda right, there. Is this where you're getting stuck?"
  4019. >You nod, man enough to admit you probably aren't the perfect tradesman.
  4020. "Pretty much, just can't figure out how to go about making it...whatever I pick for materials kinda dictates how I make the thing, and that's where I'm stuck at a crossroads."
  4021. >You weren't honestly too sure about making something out of entirely metal.
  4022. >Both you didn't have the bits, and you thought you could do something a little more interesting than that.
  4023. >You were thinking of throwing yourself into the ring of woodworking.
  4024. >The devil was in the details, however.
  4025. >You'd find out whether or not you'd regret either choice in due time.
  4026. >"If you're going to make a bracelet, you'll have a few different methods of making it, depending on your choice in materials, of course. Has anything come to mind? Anything stand out?"
  4027. >Funny enough for him to ask.
  4028. >This was really starting to get yourself somewhere.
  4029. >With a little helping hand from those around you, it shouldn't be that hard, after all.
  4030. "I think I'll probably do something with wood...don't have any of the tools to do it myself, nor do I have any wood to work with..."
  4031. >While the Embassy did have a blacksmith to help repair the guard contingient's equipment, they did not have a wood chisel, lathe, or anything of the sort.
  4032. >You kinda don't think anybody would expect that out of a forge, anyway.
  4033. >Things appeared quite bleak in your quest for creating a special gift for Siltsong.
  4034. >What would you really do, if you couldn't craft what you were intending to?
  4035. >As you felt your bright idea might be slightly unattainable at the moment, the other man right beside you mulled over something in his mind.
  4036. >As you were about to ask, he brought it to the forefront of your attention.
  4037. >"Well...I think I might be able to help out there."
  4038. >You gesture for him to explain how he could do just that.
  4039. >He had your attention now, and you were really looking for any way you could accomplish your goal.
  4040. >"Name's Incognito, I'm a woodturner. It's...not been too kind an occupation, given the war, but me and my little diamond make do."
  4041. >A woodturner?
  4042. >Well, if fortune didn't strike at the strangest moments.
  4043. >Your fortunes back home on Earth were...
  4044. >They were hit-or-miss, regarding so many things.
  4045. >And now, they looked up with a fair sight better than back home.
  4046. >Of course you were going to take this opportunity.
  4047. >Looking a gift-horse in the mouth was not what you were about.
  4048. "I think I'd like some help, Incognito."
  4049. >You breathe a sigh of relief.
  4050. >With the stresses of searching for ideas and how to accomplish them over, you could actually get to the fun part.
  4051. >You had come to meet another human and mare couple, this Incognito and his mare.
  4052. >Her name was Ruby Prism, and apperently she was a gemcutter.
  4053. >Curious that a woodturner and gemcutter ended up with one another.
  4054. >But you weren't exactly one to talk, having been paired with a foreign royal.
  4055. >They lived some ways out from the Embassy, in a more quaint and quiet quarter of Canterlot.
  4056. >They seemed like good people, at least willing to tolerate a stranger stopping by their home.
  4057. >Speaking with Incognito, you had a bit of a game plan for when you'd show up to get to work on your magnum opus.
  4058. >Of course, you'd need a bit of practice on useless cuts of wood before you would use the more 'spensive stuff.
  4059. >Not that you had too many problems with that.
  4060. >If anything, it would help distract from the loneliness of waiting on your mare.
  4061. >Which is what you were doing in this moment.
  4062. >Laying down on Siltsong's bed, eagerly awaiting her return.
  4063. >This part was always the worst...
  4064. >All the waiting for her day to come to an end.
  4065. >You get it, that this would kind of be a thing when engaged to a busy mare like Siltsong.
  4066. >She took her role as Ambassador to Equestria very seriously.
  4067. >Even if she would want to spend all day cuddling or delighting in simple, romantic pursuits.
  4068. >A work ethic and discipline you could certainly admire.
  4069. >However, you couldn't help but feel a tad jealous that her time was being consumed by work.
  4070. >Even if it brought a tinge of guilt into your core, you wished Siltsong didn't have to be so preoccupied.
  4071. >At least you would have something to do in the meantime while she was away.
  4072. >Incognito's place would be where you'd leave to, to begin learning how to make bracelets.
  4073. >Out of wood.
  4074. >Solid metals were totally overrated, anyway.
  4075. >You would need plenty of practice to make sure you don't fuck anything up too badly.
  4076. >Besides, having test blanks ready meant you could afford a mistake or eighty.
  4077. >Worthless wood that nobody would want in their home would be a great place to start.
  4078. >Of course, you would shoot for something more impressive for your mare, Siltsong.
  4079. >You just didn't have an exact idea of what you wanted as of yet.
  4080. >There were too many damn trees to memorize and not enough time to do so.
  4081. >Hopefully, this wouldn't turn out to be a disastrous mistake to dive right into.
  4082. >At least, if everything turns out a failure, you think you've met a new friend.
  4083. >And friendship was half the battle.
  4084. >Or something.
  4085. >Either that, or it was the real treasure in this little story of yours.
  4086. >As you mulled over your loneliness, you could hear hoofsteps ascend the stairs up towards the bedroom.
  4087. >You perk up as you hear the familiar clopping of hard keratin against the hardwood of the residential quarter's flooring.
  4088. >Could it really be that Siltsong had returned.
  4089. >Even as your mind tried to temper the excitement building within, it was impossible to keep it from abounding within you.
  4090. >Eagerness suffused your core.
  4091. >You were really anxious to see your sweetheart after a long day.
  4092. >The door that marked the threshold between the bedroom and the rest of the impressive Embassy's residency was opened...
  4093. >And right behind it was Siltsong, all wrapped-up in warm winter clothing.
  4094. >Of which, was flecked in snow from the frightful outdoors.
  4095. >Upon meeting your gaze, the silvery mare flashed you a pleasant, soft smile.
  4096. >Seeing Siltsong's precious smile was something you strived for.
  4097. >Knowing she was happy and loved brought a wholesome feeling of contentment and fulfillment.
  4098. >And who didn't love to see a cute poner smiling bright?
  4099. >Before you were able to ascend from your position on the bed, Siltsong had thrown off her boots, and hopped right up into your lap after having a galloping start.
  4100. >With her haunches seated firmly in your lap, Siltsong was quick to envelop you in the biggest hug she could.
  4101. >You were quick to return the favor, pulling your beloved mare close to your chest and snugly within your arms.
  4102. >Resting your head atop hers, you cooed as you basked in the long-awaited reunion with Siltsong.
  4103. >Even if it was just a wait of but a few hours, it was still something harsh to endure.
  4104. >Knowing she was going to be continuing her early leaves for whatever negotiations she was needed for made you cherish these precious moments evermore.
  4105. >How valuable the time you delighted in with her was, if your heart couldn't bear to be separate for too long.
  4106. "I've missed you so much, Siltsong..."
  4107. >Impulsively, you kiss her forehead, unable to restrain yourself from being a big ol' sap.
  4108. >It felt so right to let that viscous tree emission flow.
  4109. >Giggling softly in that perfect way to set your heart aflutter, Siltsong hugged you just a hair tighter.
  4110. >A gentle squeeze in response to your words.
  4111. >"I was only away for a few hours, my precious harmony...how long must it have been for you?"
  4112. >With one hand on her withers and the other running through her mane, you explain just how long it felt for you to wait for her return home to you once again.
  4113. "It felt like a day had passed...time moves like a glacier when that special someone in your life isn't around..."
  4114. >While held snugly in your grasp, you mare reached up to plant a kiss on your lips.
  4115. >Even if it felt like an eternity of waiting for the negotiation sessions to be out for the day, you could forgive your mare.
  4116. >It was extremely difficult, if not impossible, to stay upset at a poner.
  4117. >Their adorable appearance coupled with their lovable demeanor and behaviors, among other things, all blended together in the most lovable of megamixes.
  4118. >And we called the aforementioned megamixes cute, marshmallow equines.
  4119. >The one you had the great fortune to call your sweetest mare soon parted the delectable kiss.
  4120. >The only downside of such displays of affection were that they could only last so long.
  4121. >The passion of a kiss only broken for more breath in one's lungs.
  4122. >With how close you were to Siltsong, what with her being in your lap and held close, you could feel each warm breath from you mare suffuse your exposed skin and clothes.
  4123. >The sensation of gentle rising and falling of her chest in tune with each breath she took brought you comfort.
  4124. >Comfort in knowing that she was right here, and not going anywhere.
  4125. >For at least a long few hours.
  4126. >Then, Siltsong probably had to go do more work.
  4127. >The kind only a voice as majestic as hers could accomplish.
  4128. >While you would pine for her every waking second that the two of you were apart, you took solace in the knowledge she would return soon enough.
  4129. >That the both of you would be back in this adored lover's embrace before long.
  4130. >Siltsong looked up to you with those gorgeous violet eyes of hers, half-lidded and an iridescent blush on her cheeks.
  4131. >"I hope it hasn't been too bad, my precious harmony...I didn't know it would be that bad for you...did you spend all day here, waiting for me to return?"
  4132. >You shook your head in denial, not having felt that mopey.
  4133. >Getting up and stretching your legs was healthy, after all.
  4134. >Or, at least, so you were told.
  4135. "Nah, I actually went out today. Walked around for a bit down Canterlot's streets, and met a new friend."
  4136. >Though you wished to keep the element of surprise for your planned gift, mentioning you at least had the ability to make friends was a plus.
  4137. >Curious of your endeavors in the outside world, the foreign environment to the shelter and harmonious exclusion of the Embassy grounds, your mare tilted her head to the side.
  4138. >Her ears also drooped slightly, not out of sadness or shame, but simply just an expression of Siltsong's inquisitiveness.
  4139. >"Oh? A new friend? Who did you meet, exactly, my precious harmony?"
  4140. >As you begin to describe the new acquaintance of yours, you begin to rub one of Siltsong's drooping ears.
  4141. >Hearing her affectionately coo as you do so brought a dumb smile to your face.
  4142. "I met another human that immigrated to Equestria, his name's Incognito. He's met his match, a mare by the name of Ruby Prism."
  4143. >Closing her eyes for a short moment, Siltsong asks further about your new friends.
  4144. >"Met another matched couple, have you? They sound like nice ponies..."
  4145. >You nod, throwing in some ear scritches.
  4146. >The deepening of Siltsong's blush let you know you now were really cookin'.
  4147. "They really are, Siltsong, sweetest. They have a place here in Canterlot, a nice, small and quaint one, too."
  4148. >You felt Siltsong begin to trace circles on your chest, her hard hooves being gentle as an angel's touch.
  4149. >Probably because your mare definitely was a cute little one, at that.
  4150. >"Aww...that's wonderful to hear. You think we might meet them together one day?"
  4151. >Shrugging at the question, you answer indecisively.
  4152. "I think so, maybe when you aren't preoccupied with what's going on in the world of higher politics?"
  4153. >You suggest, given that you'd like your project to have at least some secrecy for the time being.
  4154. >Siltsong ponders the matter, one of her ears coming to stand up, droop back down, alternating between each ear.
  4155. >"Maybe we could wait for the talks to pass...get that out of my mane...still, is that why you want to hold off on meeting them as a couple?"
  4156. >You could only hope she wasn't onto your secret plan.
  4157. >The plan did not involve getting caught, as that was far more than suboptimal.
  4158. >You wanted this to remain a surprise, and thus it had to lay low.
  4159. "Kinda, yeah. Now, how about you tell me all about your day, sweetest? Was it as boring as could be?"
  4160. >You shift the focus of the conversation from yourself to Siltsong, your hand gently petting her withers in just the right way.
  4161. >Murring happily, your mare accepted the change in topic, melting blissfully into your knowledgeable touch.
  4162. >Score ten gjkhillion for hands.
  4163. >"Alright, alright, my precious harmony...where would you want me to start? It's been...interesting, to say the least."
  4164. >The first question of yours, of course, regarded how taxing it was on your mare.
  4165. >Sure, Siltsong didn't work in the realm of manual labor, but heaven above if it wasn't all the more trying in different ways.
  4166. "For starters, was it as stressful as working with the Yaks? You looked like you had been run ragged, then..."
  4167. >Siltsong gently shook her head while resting against your chest, though her soft smile grew ever so slightly.
  4168. >"No, this time it's less stressful than dealing with Yaks myself. Although...if a certain somepony offered to help me relax, I wouldn't object..."
  4169. >Was that an invitation?
  4170. >Well, only one way to find out for sure.
  4171. "Hmm...I take it you might need some help unwinding after your day, Siltsong, sweetest?"
  4172. >You ask in a wink-wink, nudge-nudge kind of way.
  4173. >You had fair knowledge of where this was going already.
  4174. >Siltsong wanted the massage.
  4175. >And you were gonna give it to her.
  4176. >Your mare nodded with jubilance, her smile widening.
  4177. >Having a hearty guffaw at her eagerness, you gesture for her to lay down in your lap.
  4178. >Of course, that meant you had to let go of her, thereby ending the hug.
  4179. >That would make you pretty sad for a moment.
  4180. >All this time waiting for her to return and you couldn't let the hug last forever.
  4181. >Such wonderful things were so temporary.
  4182. >After the hug was parted, to your chagrin, Siltsong turned around to where you would have access to her back.
  4183. >One problem, though.
  4184. >The winter clothes that were in the way meant you would have to slide those warm garments off of her.
  4185. >That wasn't too big an issue, though.
  4186. >As you had come to take delight in, it was always like a Christmas present to unveil your mare's raw beauty underneath.
  4187. >Only this Merry Chrysler gift never got old, no matter how many times you opened it.
  4188. >Knowing the routine well enough, your hands deftly move to help her out of the winter coat, sliding off the insulating overcoat.
  4189. >Being able to appreciate Siltsong's lithe and graceful form underneath all that cloth was a specialty of yours.
  4190. >You just needed to get that degree printed out on a nice slip of paper and hang that up on the wall somewhere.
  4191. >'Anonymous - PhD in Ponerology, Specializing in Hug-the-Mare-nomics.'
  4192. >Yeah, you could just imagine that now.
  4193. >Before long, Siltsong was out of her overcoat, her silvery form now bare of any other threads.
  4194. >She was vulnerable to your assault of massaging.
  4195. >And so, you began the offensive.
  4196. >Placing your hands along a spot you knew she possessed tension aplenty, your fingers began their work of helping your mare unwind.
  4197. >Delighted and ecstatic coos let you know you were doing everything according to your actual master plan.
  4198. >Feeling her melt under the power of your fully-operational touch was further proof of your mastery.
  4199. "There...that feeling real good, Siltsong, sweetest?"
  4200. >A slow, steady nod signalled her approval.
  4201. >"Anonymous, my precious harmony, that feels divine...I can only imagine how envious other mares must be...they haven't lived until they've felt something like this..."
  4202. >Safe to say, you think she loved it.
  4203. >Now, to get yourself back on track...
  4204. "So...what was today's order of business all about? Or can you not tell me the whole gist of it...?"
  4205. >It took a moment for Siltsong to respond, as she was currently in the seventh heavenly realm of bliss.
  4206. >She could still hear you, though.
  4207. >"It's a talk between the powers at war...and another that has yet to make a decision. Some of the details are...mmmh...still locked up tighter than a miser's purse, for security reasons..."
  4208. >Bit of a sensitive topic, huh?
  4209. >You supposed that was a snag in knowing exactly what was going on.
  4210. >If it was really that important, you could understand that there would be security concerns.
  4211. "There anything you could tell me?"
  4212. >Siltsong paused for a moment, making sure she would not let anything airtight slip.
  4213. >"The Saghai Empire, Equestria, and Yakyakistan's government in exile are discussing matters regarding the Crystal 'Empire' with a separate, neutral foreign state to the east. That's all I can really comment on for now."
  4214. >A mare had her secrets to keep.
  4215. >Even if a gentleman would never tell, these were a bit above your pay-grade, mister.
  4216. >Looks like Siltsong would have plenty of work cut out for her.
  4217. >You just hoped that it wouldn't be too draining for your sweetheart.
  4218. >~{Day 136}~
  4219. >Another week, and diplomatic functions being tended to by Siltsong had not yet been resolved.
  4220. >There was still so much to be discussed, and not much had been actualized for a grand plan.
  4221. >Before she left you for another gruelling session of wheeling-and-dealing, Siltsong was sure to give you a kiss.
  4222. >As she had for the past week.
  4223. >Every morning, you were left a wonderful reminder of your beloved.
  4224. >A memento you cherished with every hour you could recall the sensation.
  4225. >Her lips gracing yours, the exploration of tongue in the kiss...
  4226. >Every single second of passion in it, no matter how short, was nothing you would want to lose.
  4227. >Your heart ached, yearned, and pined for your beloved mare to return.
  4228. >When she was away, it felt as though there was something missing in your life once again.
  4229. >You knew she would be back, it was without a doubt that she would.
  4230. >Siltsong was just attending talks with a foreign nation, and it would be consuming a segment of her time.
  4231. >She couldn't be at your side and be boring herself to death in an office room.
  4232. >At a desk, with longwinded conversations to endure like a monsoon season.
  4233. >It still hurt in its own way that you were separate, even if for but a few hours of the day.
  4234. >'Twas all the sweeter when she returned, however, and the both of you would embrace once again.
  4235. >Lovers reunited after spending their day apart, hard at work.
  4236. >Your smiles immeasurably bright as the cold of the winter winds were brushed off.
  4237. >And in its stead, the warmth and comfort of love swept through the room.
  4238. >As you anxiously awaited the opportunity to see Siltsong again, you had a mission to keep you preoccupied.
  4239. >Pressing your jacket as close as it could be to your body, you try to shut out the biting cold of these off-kilter winters.
  4240. >You were still clawing your way through the snow-covered streets to get to your destination.
  4241. >Another day hanging out in Incognito's shop.
  4242. >Another day spent learning a new skill to surprise your mare.
  4243. >The residence of Incognito and Ruby Prism was coming into sight.
  4244. >Your step's pacing was quickening, yourself eager to be rid of this frigid weather.
  4245. >As you came to their front door, you knocked politely - if a tad eagerly - for someone to answer.
  4246. >Rubbing your hands together, you waited as patiently as a freezing man could.
  4247. >Just as you were considering another round of knocking on the door, it opened inwards, revealing the unicorn mare behind it.
  4248. >A vibrant ruby-red coat, and solid jade mane combined with eyes of a light shade of brown brought Ruby Prism's appearance together.
  4249. >Her mane was tied-up in a ponytail, even though she normally wore it long and straight.
  4250. >Glancing upwards to meet your freezing visage, her eyes lit up in recognition after but a few moments of contemplation over who the fuck was at her doorstep.
  4251. >"Anon! Good to see you again! You come over for another day of hanging out with Incognito?"
  4252. >You nodded, anxious to get the small-talk out of the way so you could finally get out of the damnable cold.
  4253. "Y-Yeah, that sounds a-about right, Ruby."
  4254. >Noticing your shivering and stuttering, it suddenly hits the Unicorn mare that you would like to be inside a warm house right about then.
  4255. >"Well, come on in! No need in keeping you out in the cold all day!"
  4256. >Ruby Prism trotted out of the threshold, letting you walk in with ease.
  4257. >And that was exactly what you did, not wishing a second more to freeze outside.
  4258. >Once within the confines of the Prism-Incognito household, the door was shut behind you with a flash of jade-dyed magic.
  4259. >Kinda weird how it always had a visible color, when these Unicorn pones utilize their telepathic capabilities...
  4260. >As the door clicked itself shut, Ruby Prism directed you to where you probably would be heading off to.
  4261. >"Incognito should be in his wood shop, since you're probably looking for him. Do you need anything at all, before you go?"
  4262. >Ruby asked, curious if you would be wanting anything refreshing.
  4263. >Truth be told, you could go after a nice drink.
  4264. >Maybe a snack, too.
  4265. >You felt a bit guilty to ask for it, since you were just a visitor for the time being.
  4266. "Hmm...you got anything to drink?"
  4267. >The Unicorn mare nodded, having a perfect idea of what might hit the spot.
  4268. >"We do have some cider, does that sound pretty good to you?"
  4269. >Feeling warm enough to take off your coat and not turn into an Anonycicle, you unzip the sheltering garment and hang it up on a coat hanger.
  4270. "Haven't given any Equestrian cider a good try...and ain't that stuff under a strict ration?"
  4271. >You asked, thinking such a thing would be under tight lock and key during this time.
  4272. >'Twas made with a lot of ingridients that could be put to use elsewhere.
  4273. >Ruby Prism shook her head, denying the allegation you had proposed.
  4274. >"It really isn't, but it is definitely more expensive than it used to be. It's one of those 'luxury goods,' or so the Equestrian government likes to say."
  4275. >Made enough sense, mark it a luxury good and shekel out to help fund that war effort.
  4276. >Mulling over whether or not you wanted to ask of Ruby Prism for free food and drink, you eventually accept the offer.
  4277. >You were pretty curious of what Equestrian cider was like.
  4278. >That, and it might be something quite nice to crack open with the two whole friends you've made outside of the Imperial Embassy.
  4279. >You didn't know if Ruby Prism would be joining you and Incognito for a woodturning extravaganza, though.
  4280. >Either way, you gave into your desire for cider.
  4281. "I think I'd like some of that; you think Incognito might want some, too?"
  4282. >Ruby Prism chuckled upon hearing your question, nodding as she swung open that fridge door to acquire cider.
  4283. >"Why do you think I buy it, Anon? My Inky fell in love with apple cider the moment he had a taste."
  4284. >You couldn't help but give a little snicker at the little pet name she gave Incognito.
  4285. >'Inky,' eh?
  4286. >You wonder just how he'd react to that if she said it around you while in the shop.
  4287. >Out of a devilish, horrible, awful, wonderful idea...
  4288. >You would see just how that might come to be.
  4289. "I think I'd like to try some of that cider for myself, if Incognito isn't real territorial over it. Think he'd also appreciate one, as well?"
  4290. >You imagined if your woodturningbro would be an angery bear if you were sipping some of the sweet apple elixir.
  4291. >A zealous protector of the fridge, coveting the name of the branding of that cider as though it were his mare's life.
  4292. >Perhaps that was a bit exaggerated.
  4293. >But it was fun to make up these caricactures in your mind, to a degree.
  4294. >Thinking that sounded as swell an idea as could be, Ruby Prism grasped two condensation-shrouded bottles of fine apple cider with the ebb and flow of her jade-stained magic.
  4295. >"That sounds like a splendid idea, Anon! I'll meet the you and Inky down in the shop, just give me a few moments, alright?"
  4296. >So it would be settled.
  4297. >Waving goodbye, you venture unto the woodshop.
  4298. >Though the journey was long, and full of wintertime woes, this was one of the best parts.
  4299. >Incognito's wood shop was filled with the aroma of all sorts of cuts of lumber.
  4300. >Both freshly cut and delivered, to the distinct scent of wood that had been cut down to sawdust.
  4301. >If there was a smell that could remind a man of home, it would be something like that.
  4302. >The scent of your mare's mane, however, was a taste of heaven to you.
  4303. >You weren't going to forget that solid fact.
  4304. >Before you could make yourself too sad that you weren't holding your mare in your arms, fingers running through that gorgeous mane of hers...
  4305. >You were at the threshold between the wood shop and the outside world at large.
  4306. >Rolling up your sleeves, you prepare for the journey at hand.
  4307. >A journey undertaken by two guys to teach you how to use those two hands you were given on the day you were born.
  4308. >Stepping inside, you spot Incognito tending to the feng shui of the wood shop.
  4309. >Everything had to be in its place, for such geomancy to work.
  4310. >And by the power of autism, it did something to make the shop feel quite nice.
  4311. >All the tools were hung up in their correct places by size, type and function.
  4312. >Different cuts of lumber were neatly stored out of the way yet in plain view.
  4313. >And most of the sawdust was evenly cleaned up where it could be, with mounds of it nearby the lathe.
  4314. >Everything was quite like what you'd imagine the ideal shop physique would look like.
  4315. >No matter how unpleasant it was for inferior shops to gaze upon its glorious form.
  4316. >Hearing your shoes impact the floor beneath you, Incognito turns to face you.
  4317. >Instead of making sure everything was perfect for his autism.
  4318. >"Looks like you made it, Anon! How's the weather been treating you out there?"
  4319. >You grimace as you're reminded of the magic-fuelled shitshow outside this sactuary.
  4320. "It's been fucking awful out there, man...you think it'll still be cold out in the summertime?"
  4321. >Incognito shrugs, wood gouge in hand.
  4322. >"Beats me, Anon. You ready to get your learning in for the day?"
  4323. >Making sure your sleeves wouldn't slide on down, you give your woodturning sensei an affirmative nod.
  4324. "That I am. What's new for today?"
  4325. >Before you could continue much further, a little Unicorn mare by the name of Ruby Prism came into the shop.
  4326. >In her magical grasp was three of those flasks of sweet, heavenly apple elixir.
  4327. >"Inky! I brought your favorite!"
  4328. >Her singsong voice rang throughout the shop in a pleasant chorus.
  4329. >Mares were the sweetest, most tender little creatures.
  4330. >Like an expertly-broken set of billiards balls, two of the bottles of cider levitated to the waitings hands of you an Incognito.
  4331. >The third one was apparently for Ruby Prism.
  4332. >After taking in hand his beverage, Ruby trotted on over, standing on the tips of her back hooves to try and get a kiss from Incognito.
  4333. >Of course, the man would not deny his mare some loving.
  4334. >Kneeling down ever so slightly, their lips met, somewhat like how you and Siltsong perfected the trust hug.
  4335. >This was the next evolution of that concept.
  4336. >The trust kiss.
  4337. >You were man enough to confess that you were a bit jealous that your mare was too preoccupied to spend time with.
  4338. >Seeing another guy with his sweetheart of a pone, tenderly enjoying an intimate moment with one another.
  4339. >As the kiss was eventually parted, you couldn't help but audibly d'aww at how smitten the two of them were.
  4340. >Though hard to percieve, Ruby Prism did have a bit of a blush going on.
  4341. >For Incognito, such color-discerning problems were not as evident.
  4342. >You could quite easily tell her was a bit flustered as the cutesy scene was pointed out.
  4343. >Not knocking that shit, though.
  4344. >The world could do a bit more with that.
  4345. >The sappy, sweet stuff.
  4346. >The small moments that brought joy into the world, instead of the horrible darkness all around.
  4347. >"Yeah, uh...my little diamond sure likes to spoil me."
  4348. >'Inky' spoke with an embarrassed chuckle.
  4349. >You could start teasing him over the little pet name his mare had assigned to him.
  4350. >But you'd let it rest.
  4351. >This was too sweet to interfere with at the moment.
  4352. >Clearing his throat, Incognito brought your attention back to the task at hand.
  4353. >"So. How about we get down to business, Anon?"
  4354. >Setting down the bottle of cider, you prepare for the first thing you and Incognito would be doing for your lesson.
  4355. >Sharpening the turning chisels.
  4356. >It had been tradition since you first crossed into the realm of turning things on the lathe.
  4357. >Incognito had you sharpen each of these miniature pikes with him every day.
  4358. >You really hadn't a clue as to why such focus was placed on these gouges and chisels.
  4359. >This looked like some pretty hard steel.
  4360. >Metals tended to be harder than woods.
  4361. >As you continue to set the gouge you were holding to the grinding wheel, you inquired on the sharpening question.
  4362. "Hey, Incognito, why do we sharpen these tools before we even begin? Does the lathe wear them down that fast?"
  4363. >The characteristic release of air under pressure is heard before Incognito answers your question.
  4364. >Looks like he just cracked open a cold one back there.
  4365. >"Really, Anon, there's only one sharpness setting for lathe chisels - weeaboo fightan magic sharp. If you don't have sharp tools, it's an accident waiting to happen if you're in a wood shop."
  4366. >Kicking back that bottle of cold, refreshing cider, Incognito took a gulp or two before continuing his monologue.
  4367. >"Any tools you work with in the world of woodworking need to be sharp, unless you want any accidents to maim you in the future. Granted, you can still hurt yourself in other ways than using a dull tool, but it's more than just a good habit to pick up on."
  4368. >Thinking on your teacher's words, he did have a point.
  4369. >If you were, say, carving something with a dull knife...
  4370. >It wouldn't be an impossibility for it to slip or something of the sort because the edge was about as dull as the sped room.
  4371. >As you were mulling over the possibilities of what an unsharpened lathe chisel could do to fuck your shit right up, your working mate gave you a bit of sage advice.
  4372. >"Plus, making sure your tools are perfectly sharp helps the process go by quicker. I don't know about you, Anon, but I'm pretty lazy. I like putting in the extra effort to get to finishing my projects quicker."
  4373. >You couldn't really knock that strategy of his.
  4374. >Laziness felt good.
  4375. >Even if you spent all your time divising new ways to spend less time doing the task at hand, it was all worth it in the end.
  4376. >Because the both of you knew, it was best to make shortcuts wherever you could.
  4377. >Ruby Prism snickered a bit at the words of her 'Inky.'
  4378. >You wondered if there was a difference in work ethic between the two of them...
  4379. >Ruby was a gemcutter, and that required a lot of attention to details.
  4380. >She spent hours on end appeasing all of her autistic characteristics, to make pretty rocks even prettier.
  4381. >You were pretty sure something that was her special talent was something she quite enjoyed.
  4382. >And alongside enjoying that pace of life, you doubted Ruby had too many shortcuts in that line of work.
  4383. >Funny how opposites could attract like that.
  4384. >As you reached a point in which you felt that your sharpening was nearing completion, you asked Incognito what he thought of your progress.
  4385. "You think this is sharp enough, man?"
  4386. >As the grind wheel came to a stop, he took the gouge you were working on and examined it with an expert eye.
  4387. >"Hmm...looks like you did pretty good, still needs a bit more work. I'll take care of this gouge here, why don't you look for a wood blank in the meantime?"
  4388. >Hell, if he wanted to fuck about with the gouges, fine by you.
  4389. >Stepping out of the way, you take a nice stride over to the shelves where countless cuts of wood resided.
  4390. >You knew you didn't need anything super fancy.
  4391. >No need in wasting very good wood if you were just practicing for the final product.
  4392. >Should your lack of expertise not screw you over, you think you had this.
  4393. >Some of the darker wood you avoided, believing it might have been walnut.
  4394. >It was a delightfully dark, the color a beautiful brown that really caught the eye.
  4395. >Shifting your attention to a less pretty-seeming wood, you spotted one that appeared a perfect generic color.
  4396. >Something that shouldn't be too nice.
  4397. >Pulling the slab out of storage, you were taken aback by something...
  4398. >Unexpected.
  4399. >While the exterior of the wood was indeed the plain tannish-color you were looking for, the inside was exponentially more vivid.
  4400. >The color within was somewhere between a red and a purple, and it came with such an incredible hue.
  4401. >You were unable to suppress a gasp of excitement from your serendipity.
  4402. >Observing the contrast between the light and the dark was captivating.
  4403. >You had never expected wood would come in such colors before.
  4404. >The familiar sound of hooves clopping against the stone of the shop floor alert you to a certain someone coming your way.
  4405. >It seems that Ruby Prism heard your vocalized excitement, and was curious as to what had caught your attention.
  4406. >"What's the matter, Anon? Found something you like?"
  4407. >You show Ruby the beauty of the cut you held in your hands.
  4408. "Look at that...sure is pretty, ain't it? Never seen anything quite like it..."
  4409. >Upon noticing your astute observation, Ruby's eyes lit up in fascination of the cut.
  4410. >"Wow! That's beautiful..."
  4411. >As Incognito worked the last of the dullness off of his wood chisels, Ruby Prism called him over.
  4412. >"Inky! Come over and check this out! Anon found something real neat!"
  4413. >Setting his tools down gently, the other man in the room came over to see what was all the big fuss.
  4414. >Upon making eye contact with the block of sliced-up tree, a lightbulb of memory went off in Incognito's mind.
  4415. >"Oh! Yeah, that's some cedar heartwood right there. Real cool how it makes that kind of color, right?"
  4416. >The both of you nod, and another thing struck out to you.
  4417. >The cedar possessed an amazing fragrance.
  4418. >It might have been the piece that really made this shop smell as wonderful as it did.
  4419. >Incognito decided now was an opportune time to gush about this type of wood.
  4420. >And so, that was exactly what he was going to do.
  4421. >"Looks like you found out cedar smells like a dream over there, Anon. That particular cut's a relatively fresh one, otherwise the heartwood'd just be gray from sitting in the sun."
  4422. >While you were enamored with the beauty of a slab of cedar, you failed to notice one of its other properties.
  4423. >One that Incognito was quick to point out.
  4424. >"Another little thing about cedar...its golden sap gets over anything, if you decide you want to handle a fresh cut of it. Good thing you rolled up your sleeves before you did, that shit never gets out of your clothes once it sticks."
  4425. >Your enjoyment breaking upon the realization that your arms were now coated in thick, sticky sap, one word and one word only left your mouth.
  4426. "Fuck."
  4427. >Eloquent as the finest orators in history, your woodturning friend chuckles devilishly.
  4428. >Did that chucklefuck know this would happen, and just left you to find out on your own?
  4429. >In your embarrassment, you didn't notice that you had flustered another mare with your fine, colorful language.
  4430. >Now that his fun had passed, Incognito directed you to the sink where a nondescript bar of soap had your name on it.
  4431. >"Just go ahead and set that slab of cedar back on the rack, and give yourself a thorough washing. The soap should take that sap right off."
  4432. >You were quick to be rid of the beautiful-if-dastardly rough blank of cedar.
  4433. >It had certainly caught you up, playing a joke on you.
  4434. >Granted, your arms weren't completely covered in the stuff.
  4435. >It wasn't as though you just dunked them in a vat of honey.
  4436. >Getting the sink to run some warm water, you spend the next few minutes running that soap against your skin aggressively.
  4437. >Incognito was right.
  4438. >You were lucky to not get this on your clothes.
  4439. >Otherwise, it would be a good idea to just take them off, and throw them in a fire.
  4440. >Not like they would be much good for anything other than a shop towel.
  4441. >Once you were certain that the golden sap had been washed off - along with a good layer of skin - you were ready to put that embarrassment behind you.
  4442. >Because now was the time for woodturning.
  4443. >Setting aside those past mistakes, you make your way to the lathe.
  4444. >While you were busy purging yourself of sap, it would seem Incognito had gone and set you up with a scrap wood blank.
  4445. >Something that looked completely generic.
  4446. >Not anything that Incognito would lose any sleep over if you fucked this up horribly.
  4447. >Making sure the tailstock was firmly keeping the blank clamped in place, the other human gestured you over.
  4448. >"Everything should be perfectly in place, Anon. You ready to get to the fun part?"
  4449. >You had been looking forward to this for a while.
  4450. >Thusly, you gave a nod.
  4451. >Of course you wanted to chip off chuncks of wood until you made something out of it.
  4452. "Hell yeah, man. Let's boot the lathe up, and get on with it."
  4453. >Making sure everything was all in place, the both of you donned a face shield and prepared for woodturning funtimes.
  4454. >Being aware of the potential danger that any machine could pose, Ruby excused herself.
  4455. >As Incognito began to make the lathe spin through pedal power, everything seemed to be going according to plan.
  4456. >When nothing was trying to murder either of you as the lathe started, it was the opportune time to begin.
  4457. >Taking a now-sharpened rough gouge, Incognito handed the metaphorical keys to the wood-spinning machine to you.
  4458. >The faceplate was adjusted to give you a place to start chipping away at the blank.
  4459. >Tentatively, you position the gouge to start scraping away.
  4460. >Keeping the lathe going through pedal-presses, you were ready.
  4461. >As the metal met wood, it began to strip down the material to something less rough.
  4462. >Taking a shape different than what it was before.
  4463. >You were hoping the tool didn't snag this time.
  4464. >You wanted to get onto making your magnum opus at some point.
  4465. >Alas, you would need to know the tools in your hand before you could begin that process.
  4466. >And then after that, getting to know the form of a bracelet real well.
  4467. >You weren't making something as simple as a table leg.
  4468. >A bracelet had a bit more challenge to it, and was quite thin in comparison.
  4469. >Then, and only then, would you be truly ready.
  4470. >Took plenty of your time to master any art, as always.
  4471. >So far, the amount of wood being blasted off was certainly surprising.
  4472. >If the amount of shavings surrounding and resting atop you were any indication.
  4473. >Tons of the tannish stuff was accumulating all over your hands, arms, and clothing.
  4474. >Your fingers and knuckles were probably going to be nice and exfoliated from all the sawdust.
  4475. >You didn't even need to see a Canterlot spa for this manicure.
  4476. >Saving money and learning a new talent.
  4477. >A man of many tricks were you, Anon.
  4478. >The aroma within the shop was certainly delightful, cutting into this wood with the rough gouge.
  4479. >As the rough blank took a more proper, smoother blank for you to work with, it felt like a heaven of craft within.
  4480. >You could see why Incognito might have went down the profession he did.
  4481. >Every time you saw him work the lathe, you couldn't help but notice the almost-meditative state he went into.
  4482. >Listening to the soft - albeit loud - humming of the machine as it spun the blank around.
  4483. >Coupled with the interruptions made by the tools in hand that were a perfect, controlled, discordant choir.
  4484. >You could use this shit as one of those audio tracks to fall asleep to.
  4485. >You were pretty sure nothing would be able to disrupt the calming atmoshpere.
  4486. >Even the comments from Incognito about your form and technique wasn't enough to distract.
  4487. >In but a few moments, you would find out just what would fuck your groove right up.
  4488. >More so than random peasants.
  4489. >So far, the wood you had been working with was not too grabby.
  4490. >It wasn't trying to take the tools for itself.
  4491. >So far, smooth sailing.
  4492. >Though, as you continued to carve down the wood into a different shape with one of the other gouges, you had felt the wood really pull.
  4493. >The jarring sound resonating as the tool caught in that millisecond sent a resultant bolt of displeasure and fright racing up your spine.
  4494. >Your hairs stood on end as you jumped at the sound of the gouge catching and the feeling of the tool attempting to leave your grasp.
  4495. >Pulling the tool away from your current piece after it caught, you stopped yourself from continuing the practice project further for the time being.
  4496. >You may or may not have emitted a high-pitched shriek.
  4497. >It wasn't enough to qualify as that of a little girl, but it was definitely close up there to it.
  4498. >As the lathe came to a stop from your lack of activity while trying to keep your heartbeat at a steady pace, Incognito surveyed the damage from the gouge catching.
  4499. >"You okay there, Anon?"
  4500. >Incognito questioned, wanting to make sure you weren't undergoing cardiac arrest or hurt from a rogue gouge.
  4501. >You nod, shaken just a wee bitty bit.
  4502. "Y-Yeah...that was, uh...wasn't really expecting that. Spooked me a bit, there."
  4503. >You hoped that you didn't embarrass yourself too much.
  4504. >It seemed like Incognito wasn't going to make it too much of an issue.
  4505. >"Good...looks like your gouge caught, got some nice damage right here."
  4506. >He points to a spot where the tool in your hand decided it'd be pretty cool to fuck your shit right up.
  4507. >And there was a pretty nasty little graze there, too.
  4508. >Much of the smooth contours that your turning chisels had made were now ruined by this fuckhuge crater.
  4509. >It was quite the distracting scar on your practice blank.
  4510. >At least this wasn't something to become a more impressive project.
  4511. >Something that would be going in anyone's house.
  4512. >However, in the presence of your teacher, this was a mistake to get you all flustered.
  4513. >Did he think less of you, now that you had made such an error?
  4514. >Was this a common classic blunder to commit?
  4515. >"Nothing a little extra work can't buff out...these things happen, man, so don't worry about it. You probably just used your gouge in a way it didn't like particularly."
  4516. >Starting up the lathe once again, Incognito let it spin for a little, before he took a turning chisel to it and began to grate down the material.
  4517. >You observed as he carefully handled the tool with the experience of a professional, flushing out the scraped area over time.
  4518. >Soon enough, your error had been corrected as though nothing had happened at all.
  4519. >Well...
  4520. >That was a bit of a misnomer.
  4521. >There was more sawdust and wood shavings strewn about.
  4522. >But that was autistically splitting hairs over minutia.
  4523. >You would consider it good enough.
  4524. >Hell, you thought this might be a project-ruining kind of mistake you had potentially made.
  4525. >But it looked like it was all good now.
  4526. >"See? Just a little more work put in, and it'll be good as new. Now, this, eh...probably won't work that well if you're at the end, and something snaps in half. If it doesn't do that, you still have a bit of wiggle room, though."
  4527. >Making mistakes into miracles, right there.
  4528. >That at least took off a wee bit of pressure.
  4529. >So long as the finished product didn't get fucked up, you were still in the black.
  4530. "That's...actually quite nice. Thought this would've ruined it."
  4531. >With a smile on his face, Incognito gives a cheery little quip in recognition of your surprise.
  4532. >"With woodworking, sometimes you can make something real beautiful out of a surprise like that. It's a little...serendipitous, in its own way."
  4533. >If you didn't know any better, you'd think you had met the closest person to Bob Ross in your life.
  4534. >Only, they took up a different medium.
  4535. "Someone's using some pretty fancy words, there."
  4536. >Incognito dismissively waved your comment off, taking the practice blank out of the lathe's chuck.
  4537. >"Some people've looked inside a thesaurus once in their lives, Anon. Or bought one of those kinds of calendars."
  4538. >Supposing that was a fair enough reply, you didn't offer a rebuttal.
  4539. >All you really could do was finally crack open your cider and see how it was for yourself.
  4540. >Of course, after bushing off a significant amount of sawdust.
  4541. >That did not bode well with a good, cold bottle of drink.
  4542. >Listening to the sweet sound of a bottle being opened for the first time, the cap is peeled off.
  4543. >A stream of mist rises from the neck of the bottle.
  4544. >Somehow, the cider was still nice and chill.
  4545. >You supposed it would have to be something involving just how fucking cold it had been.
  4546. >Even if one's home was nice and well-heated, it seemed that it was an inevitability that the entropy of cold would sneak its dastardly way in.
  4547. >You were surprised at how well the tinge of alcohol mixed with the particular sweetness of the cider.
  4548. >A one-two punch that wasn't overwhelming your senses.
  4549. >It was certainly pleasant to be reminded of the harmony of flavors.
  4550. >Eating cheap canned shit for a while almost made you forget about it.
  4551. >Taking a moment to wind down a little further after your accident, Incognito and you spent the rest of the time that Siltsong would be away just...chatting.
  4552. >A little small-talk here.
  4553. >A little bit of guy-stuff there.
  4554. >It was a pleasant thing to have friends, alongside having a lover.
  4555. >As much as your heart was aching, pinging, yearning to return and reunite with Siltsong...
  4556. >You found some solace in having a fellow of the male homo sapiens vareity to just...hang out with.
  4557. >There was nothing to equal a moment spent with whom you loved most.
  4558. >There was no questioning that.
  4559. >It stood as steady as the pace of time itself.
  4560. >However, sometimes a man just needed to spend time with friends.
  4561. >A bit of dude time.
  4562. >Or something like that.
  4563. >You didn't know the official terminology for this little retreat.
  4564. >You would need to get your little pamphlet on the matter and get yourself read up on some knowledge.
  4565. >It would not do for you to not know such trivial things.
  4566. >Putting that on your to-do list and out of the way, you went back to embracing this slow moment.
  4567. >It at least gave you a temporary distraction from the loneliness without your mare.
  4568. >That was, until Ruby Prism came in to see how the guys were doing.
  4569. >Judging that the two of you haven't gone at each other's throats or anything, she deemed it was a net positive.
  4570. >At first, you weren't reminded of the need to cuddle your sweetheart.
  4571. >To show her what she meant to you since she came into your life.
  4572. >But then Ruby couldn't resist being affectionate with the man of her dreams.
  4573. >You did your best to not look too jealous.
  4574. >Because, let's be frank, they were quite adorable together.
  4575. >The occasional trust-kiss here, and the rustling of her jade mane that made her pout cutely there.
  4576. >You could never resist smiling at some sweet man-and-mare affection.
  4577. >It did hurt just a little bit that you had a reminder once more that you were without your better half.
  4578. >At least the wait would not be too long.
  4579. >After spending a few more moments chatting and enjoying time with friends, a glance to the clock told you it was getting to be around that time of day.
  4580. >When Siltsong should be coming back home from her day of diplomancing in the Equestrian courts.
  4581. >Downing the last of the cider you had been given so kindly, you depart from the Incognito-Prism household, wishing them farewell.
  4582. >As much as you liked to spend time with those few acquaintances you had made, you had some plans.
  4583. >Some very, very important plans that needed initiating.
  4584. >Hint: it was loving the mare.
  4585. >And loving everything about her, from her fetlocks to her mane.
  4586. >From those gorgeous eyes to her sweet heart-of-hearts.
  4587. >You thought it was the perfect plan for the end of the day.
  4588. >And your ideas were objectively the best.
  4589. >Because you said so.
  4590. >It was air-tight, non-fallacious logic if ever there were such an instance.
  4591. >How were you so good at this, Anonymous?
  4592. >Maybe them fancy courses did you some good.
  4593. >With your grand master plan in progress, you would brave the cold.
  4594. >Even if it was bitingly so out in Canterlot, it appeared that the snow had slowed its downpour.
  4595. >It gave you some respite from the chilled winds.
  4596. >The claws of winter's grasp had loosened from your form.
  4597. >You counted your blessings where you could.
  4598. >You weren't going to look a gift horse in the mouth, if it was so kind.
  4599. >The frigid atmosphere still penetrated your jacket, aiming to steal the warmth beneath.
  4600. >You shivered at the contact of the entropic cold.
  4601. >Summer was sure taking its sweet time.
  4602. >Every day was spent longing for a warmer time.
  4603. >When or if it would come, you did not know.
  4604. >If knowledge of what was causing this arctic weather, it might not come for a long time.
  4605. >That really activated your almonds.
  4606. >Fortunately, you wouldn't be enduring it much longer.
  4607. >The majesty of the Saghai Embassy in Canterlot was just coming into view.
  4608. >Your pace quickened, eager to reunite with the mare you crossed worlds for.
  4609. >The one who you loved with every fiber of your being.
  4610. >The Guards had slowly gotten used to your presence, not as intensely suspicious of you.
  4611. >They still were quite serious about their roles, and did treat you with a bit of trepidation.
  4612. >So long as you were not doing anything to cause undue stress for them, they did try to see if you were trustworthy.
  4613. >Within the walled districts of the Saghai Embassy, none of the resident poners were out and about in the courtyard.
  4614. >They probably were busy trying to keep warm in their homes.
  4615. >Free from the tyranny of a prolonged winter.
  4616. >That seemed like a great idea to you.
  4617. >And so, you would proceed to get out of the open air of the courtyard and into the home you were familiar with.
  4618. >Some of the hoofmaids you could recognize were departing from the building, pardoning themselves from your presence.
  4619. >You had a good feeling about the chances of your mare being home, after a very long day.
  4620. >Your excitement abounded, as did your hope.
  4621. >Each quickened step up to the bedroom you shared with Siltsong had a spring to it.
  4622. >A joy in being so tantalizingly close to spending the rest of the day with your sweetheart.
  4623. >The door to the bedroom was slightly ajar, and your heart soared with jubilance.
  4624. >Undoubtedly, Siltsong had finally retunred home from the wheeling-and-dealing of high politics.
  4625. >Opening the door slowly, you could see Siltsong having just finished sliding out of her winter attire.
  4626. >She appeared to still be in that state-of-mind of being quite preoccupied with her station.
  4627. >Something you knew Siltsong took with the utmost seriousness.
  4628. >It was admirable that she took her duties as earnestly and diligently as she did.
  4629. >However, you had some other plans.
  4630. >You wanted to unwind with her, and you were pretty sure Siltsong wouldn't mind.
  4631. >At least not too much.
  4632. >Sneaking up right behind her with your mad ninja skills, you prepare yourself for wrapping her up in a warm, loving hug.
  4633. >Maybe even carry her a little bit during the hug, too.
  4634. >So far, Siltsong was unsuspecting.
  4635. >Good.
  4636. >Very good.
  4637. >In one swift motion, now that your plan was working, you sweep your mare off her hooves and pull her into a tight hug.
  4638. >Her hind legs dangled against your torso, as did her haunches.
  4639. >Siltsong's braided tail had gently become wrapped around your midsection.
  4640. >Your mare meekly emitted an 'eep' of surprise.
  4641. >Before noticing it was indeed you that had swept her up into a big ol' hug.
  4642. >"Wha-! O-Oh! H-Hello, Anonymous! You're certainly quite...affectionate this evening."
  4643. >You nodded, giving her a peck on the cheek.
  4644. "That's because I missed you a lot, silly."
  4645. >And so, you held your beloved close at hand.
  4646. >Ensuring she was loved, and cuddled in your grasp.
  4647. >You occasionally fussed Siltsong's mane in the front a bit.
  4648. >You were rewarded with that angelic giggle of hers, and it made your spirits soar to new heights.
  4649. >She was the sweetest little thing in the world.
  4650. >And you would not have it in any other way.
  4651. >The two of you stayed in that simple, sweet embrace for a while.
  4652. >Your hands would, at times, drift to admire the rest of her form.
  4653. >They were careful in their movements, though.
  4654. >You weren't trying to arouse the pony.
  4655. >That was something that ought to wait just a hair longer.
  4656. >In time, however, Siltsong voiced that she had something else in mind.
  4657. >"Uhm...Anonymous? My precious harmony? I...I have things I need to do, relating to my station..."
  4658. >You sat down, keeping her locked in your loving embrace.
  4659. "It can wait, Siltsong."
  4660. >You say as you begin to run your fingers through her mane.
  4661. >Siltsong whined at the news that she wouldn't be leaving your grasp anytime soon.
  4662. >"But...I need to write a letter to the Emperor! It's really important!"
  4663. >You shook your head.
  4664. >This was designated loving time.
  4665. >Responsibility could be put off for a length of time longer than just the first few minutes.
  4666. "No can do. Just wait a little, sweetest."
  4667. >Again, your mare whined, and had begun to squirm in your embrace.
  4668. >You knew that her mind was telling her to take care of business before pleasure.
  4669. >But you knew she secretly enjoyed this more than her servitude to the Empire.
  4670. >Her squirming was gentle, not really strong enough to actually be attempting to free herself.
  4671. >To further quell resistance, you go for her weak spot.
  4672. >You begin to pet her withers, working almost as though you were massaging that particular spot.
  4673. >Siltsong murred and whined, the slurry of confusion taking the fight out of her.
  4674. >No longer did she squirm, resigning to accept this fate.
  4675. >All was now as it should be.
  4676. >Siltsong had begun to reluctantly smile, loving your affection too much to look displeased about it.
  4677. >She had leaned back, getting nice and comfy in your lap.
  4678. >The two of you would then proceed to spend many minutes locked in that simple, loving, encompassing sensation.
  4679. >You had taken to scratching her scalp just a bit with one hand, the other rubbing her ear.
  4680. >This was the life to be living...
  4681. >Even if certain things were less than desirable to endure, like the cold...
  4682. >You found solace in the knowledge you had Siltsong.
  4683. >The other voice in your duet that was so desperately missing.
  4684. >You only hoped she knew that she was the perfect mare, in your eyes.
  4685. >Sweeter than a river of honey, and with a large heart.
  4686. >It felt so nice to be with her once again...
  4687. >You could not bear to have been apart for much longer.
  4688. >Work was already too damn long.
  4689. >Curse the world of politics for eating up her time like that.
  4690. >The two of you ought to be spending the wintry months relaxing together a little like this.
  4691. >You shielding her from the cold, and the both of you showing the purity of ytour love for one another.
  4692. >Siltsong, from time to time, would nuzzle your arms, breathing in the scent of your daliances in woodturning.
  4693. >She seemed to find it quite a pleasant aroma, as though it did the same thing for you.
  4694. >"...you smell quite nice, Anonymous..."
  4695. >You give your mare a kiss on the top of her head, taking in the homely scent of her mane.
  4696. >Such a little sweetie.
  4697. >You were also pleased to know a day in the shop didn't bother your mare at all.
  4698. >At least, so long as you didn't tell her about the particular accident you had.
  4699. >If it gave you heart palpitations for a whole half-second, you don't know how well she'd take to it.
  4700. >Woodworking could be quite dangerous, especially when tools were behaving in a way not intended.
  4701. >But that was something that you wished to set aside from the focus of your mind's eye.
  4702. >For now.
  4703. >What really needed to preoccupy your thoughts were the uncomplicated matters of making sure Siltsong knew she was loved.
  4704. >Something you had observed was that her job did possess a particularly draining nature.
  4705. >It was likely incredibly boring, to sit through all those diplomatic functions.
  4706. >Listening to sentient/sapient fossils discussing matters she probably didn't care that much about.
  4707. >Siltsong's special talent was in having an angelic, alluring voice.
  4708. >Using that gift to sing with such incredible, inherent talent.
  4709. >You still didn't understand just how she was placed into a political lifestyle.
  4710. >The affairs of those interacting on behalf of nationstates were much more alien to a pop singer.
  4711. >You might have to ask a little more as to how the Emperor or his constituatents found her abilities in this aspect of government work.
  4712. >For now, though, you would continue to pet your mare.
  4713. >Rubbing her soft, fuzzy little ears.
  4714. >Petting her mane.
  4715. >And when you were feeling really ambitious, you would reach down on occasion and rub the poner tum.
  4716. >You couldn't help but relish in how wonderfully soft it felt.
  4717. >Her coat was especially plush in this expanse, a treat to run your fingers through.
  4718. >While you could just assume it was simply an exceptionally-velvety part of her coat, your inquisitve nature found it was something else.
  4719. >While you'd never really say it to Siltsong, she was just a tad pudgy.
  4720. >Now, this didn't mean she was fat.
  4721. >If this somehow was let slip from your thoughts, you would assure her of that.
  4722. >She just had a bit of belly fat down there.
  4723. >That wasn't a bad thing, though.
  4724. >If anything, it just supplanted the softness of her undercoat.
  4725. >It also wasn't that visible, so she didn't need to worry about appearances.
  4726. >Stylistic pudge, if you will.
  4727. >You were unable to find anything about your sweetheart that was an affront to you.
  4728. >She was perfect in every way.
  4729. >And as discussed earlier amongst you, yourself, and thou, your opinions were clearly superior.
  4730. >Because you said so.
  4731. >Giving your beautiful mare another kiss, you find it appropriate to ask her about her day.
  4732. >Even if it was the most boring kind of stuff to talk about, you found it appropriate to ask it.
  4733. "What was your day at the bargaining table like today, sweetest? Is it all still hush-hush?"
  4734. >Glancing down to your mare, your eyes met with those deep and brilliant pools of violet.
  4735. >They certainly seemed to shine brighter than any gemstone hewn from the earth.
  4736. >The gentle, pink blush that had arisen served as a perfect highlight.
  4737. >"It's...actually been a little different today."
  4738. >Your eyebrows raised ever so slightly, your curiosity expanding upon hearing this news.
  4739. "Well then, what's new? You able to talk about it in more detail now?"
  4740. >Siltsong nodded gently, leaning back into your embrace.
  4741. >Your arms shifted, now running across the barrel of her chest and belly.
  4742. >"Yes, actually. There's going to be a press release about it in the coming days, now that the other power involved in the talks is comfortable with that knowledge out there."
  4743. >As she had leaned back, Siltsong got nice and comfy in your embrace.
  4744. >Wiggling into her preffered position whilst in your lap, she was perfectly content to sit there with you.
  4745. >Just chatting about the little things.
  4746. >Smiling gently at her inherent cuteness, you inquired further about the matter.
  4747. >Even if politics was incredibly boring, you were interested in how things were.
  4748. "So...who are they? Should I be surprised at who's stepping into the ring?"
  4749. >Her ears alternated between one being up, and the other down.
  4750. >As one would raise, the other would fall.
  4751. >You supposed it was a sort of indicator that she was weighing her thoughts.
  4752. >"Depends...the nation deliberating with the little entente that's been forming is Griffonstone."
  4753. >The Griffons are chatting up the three powers currently fighting off King Sombra?
  4754. >You were a little surprised, to say the least.
  4755. >From what you heard in either jest or open remarks from some ponies, they appeared...
  4756. >Well, a little motivated for the bits.
  4757. >As though it was really the only thing of value to them.
  4758. >War was a bit of a toss-up for profit, depending on one's worldview.
  4759. >Siltsong took note of your surprise, smiling just a hair brighter.
  4760. >"I take it they're getting quite nervous with the Crystal 'Empire's' expansionism..."
  4761. >You shrugged, supposing that was a fair enough explanation.
  4762. "I think anyone would be, if they were in the position of just...watching."
  4763. >Your hand moves from simply sitting idly, to petting the little tuft of fluff on her chest.
  4764. >You were unable to resist the opportunity to do so.
  4765. >So soft and fluffly, waiting for some hands to to run right through them.
  4766. "What do you think they'll be doing? It's kind of unexpected to see them getting proactively involved like this..."
  4767. >Tapping her chin for just a moment, Siltsong offered her thoughts on the matter.
  4768. >"I'm guessing they'll be partaking in some indirect aid to Equestria. The Saghai Empire's much further away, so it would make sense for that."
  4769. >Siltsong sighed, closing her eyes as she recalled the week of talks at the table.
  4770. >"At least, their representative has been dodging any request to take action...it's taken this long to even get them to agree on something."
  4771. >You could definitely feel that it was a taxing exchange.
  4772. >Everything had to be handled carefully, and if it wasn't it would lead to the collapse of negotiations as they stood.
  4773. >You were surprised her mane hadn't turned the shade of her coat.
  4774. >You supposed that you had asked Siltsong enough about her day at work.
  4775. >It was long and tiring, with some less-than-pleasant memories.
  4776. >At least things might end up changing in the coming days...
  4777. >As your mare rested in your lap, you thought it would be appropriate to start rubbing her shoulders.
  4778. >They were different than those of a human, but you felt it would help Siltsong relax all the same.
  4779. >The pleased hum from your mare was enough to confirm this theory.
  4780. >While you were unable to pet her withers, this was good enough.
  4781. >Her weak spot was definitely along that area, however it seemed your mare loved your touch.
  4782. >Seeing how happy Siltsong was, leaning back against you as the ministrations of your fingers worked her shoulders...
  4783. >You couldn't help but smile dumbly.
  4784. >Your heart was aflutter, the happiness and jubilance within your chest being a wonderful feeling.
  4785. >There wasn't anything that could compare to this.
  4786. >Feeling how close you were, in this moment...
  4787. >It was what you had waited for all day.
  4788. >What had been so far out of reach for so long.
  4789. >And here you were, cuddling with your beloved.
  4790. >You could spend the rest of the day like this, sitting here with Siltsong in your lap.
  4791. >However, this would have to eventually be given up.
  4792. >Both because you knew Siltsong did need to do her work eventually...
  4793. >And deep vein thrombosis was a serious matter.
  4794. >You had this moment, though.
  4795. >And you intended on spending all of it relishing in the love for your sweetest Siltsong.
  4796. >After having rubbed and massaged her shoulders enough to unwind any stress there, you went back to holding her.
  4797. >Something so simple and delightful.
  4798. >Her forelegs draped over your arms, as though giving a very small hug to them.
  4799. >Since Siltsong couldn't hug the rest of you, this was okay.
  4800. >You couldn't really contain the sap that had been welling from within you.
  4801. >You just had to let it out in some form, lest you crystallize into a sugarcube.
  4802. >You kiss Siltsong on the head once again, squeezing her very gently.
  4803. >It wasn't the most long-lasting kiss.
  4804. >Those were reserved for her lips.
  4805. >As it parted, you came to rest your head atop hers.
  4806. "...I love you, Siltsong...so much..."
  4807. >Her blush, even if you could not see it, had intensified to a more iridescent shade.
  4808. >"I love you, too, Anonymous...my most precious harmony..."
  4809. >Though you were sure you had said it between each other an innumerable amount of times, there was still something special about just...
  4810. >Saying those few words.
  4811. >The love for one another that you and Siltsong possessed was more than just palpable.
  4812. >You could swear that with each sappy little moment shared; every kiss, hug and snuggle beneath the covers.
  4813. >With every little loving gesture that you could imagine, the frigid atmosphere warmed ever so much.
  4814. >Like the entropy that was this abnormally-powerful winter had lost some of the teeth needed to bite.
  4815. >You weren't sure if it was just a coincidence that the cold felt less imposing and unbidden.
  4816. >When the two of you were apart, hearts longing for their reunion...
  4817. >It felt cold.
  4818. >That unwelcome guest of arctic weather was more pronounced.
  4819. >As though a reflection of your loneliness in those few moments, the weather became more dour without your sweetheart.
  4820. >Though, with all this known to you, you couldn't make more of a deduction beyond the vagueries of magic.
  4821. >That shit was pretty weird.
  4822. >Whatever it may do to influence life in this world of Equestria's cute marshmallow poners, you could only imagine.
  4823. >Something more down-to-earth for you was the concept of cuddling.
  4824. >Specifically, cuddling with the silvery mare in your lap.
  4825. >Your smile was bright and dopey, finding a particular joy in hearing those aforementioned words.
  4826. >The warmth that had rushed to your face probably meant you had a soft blush going on.
  4827. >'Twas all fine and dandy, though.
  4828. >Coupled with the divine blessing that was the sensation of love suffusing your core...
  4829. >It was a perfect sensation.
  4830. >One you were eternally grateful to know now.
  4831. >You don't believe you could ever find it commonplace enough to disregard it.
  4832. >Perish that thought altogether.
  4833. >You don't think love would ever become so...
  4834. >Stale, if that was the word for it.
  4835. >Just hearing her happy little murs and other poner noises while you rubbed her belly and admired her beauty...
  4836. >It had never gotten old.
  4837. >Not in all those many months you delighted in the sound of it.
  4838. >And you had a fair suspicion that this would hold true in the coming time ahead of you and Siltsong.
  4839. >As you pondered the wonders of knowing love, after all this time...
  4840. >You felt your mare start to shift around in your lap.
  4841. >It wasn't a strong struggle or anything, simply that of Siltsong's haunches changing their position to a degree.
  4842. >She glanced up to you, her royal violet eyes captivating you.
  4843. >They never failed to garner your attention...
  4844. >"Anonymous? My precious harmony? This feels...wonderful...but I do need to send word to the Emperor of what has...developed today."
  4845. >You sigh, heart becoming a tad heavy as you know your beloved had to attend to work.
  4846. >It would be better for her to be riddanced of necessary tasks today so she could spend the rest of it with you.
  4847. >As reluctant as you were to separate intimate contact for the time being, your arms unfurled, allowing your mare freedom to do as she needed.
  4848. >To your mind, this was a logical thing to do.
  4849. >Siltsong would be back, and you would relish in each other's intimate embrace once again.
  4850. >At least it wasn't another voyage to the table of diplomancing.
  4851. >Your heart, however, was calling your mind a nigger.
  4852. >You had spent a significant portion of the day apart, yearning to be reunited once more.
  4853. >And while you had been brought together once more, that time was again being interrupted by the political efforts Siltsong had to undergo.
  4854. >Naturally, you were pretty sure your mind would retaliate by calling your heart a sperg, and that shit like this would happen anyway.
  4855. >However, this imagined shit-flinging was not of your primary focus.
  4856. >Your attention was moreso placed unto your sweetheart, and what might be going on today.
  4857. >Would she be any more busy today?
  4858. >Or would it be a freer time than earlier?
  4859. >As you watched her work, writing in that long flowing script with practiced grace, you could only guess.
  4860. >As the minutes were dragging on, you observed that this was a fairly long letter to be sent.
  4861. >You supposed the Emperor would not want to be kept out of the loop of anything.
  4862. >Before long, she had finished the missive to be sent out, sealing it as an official document.
  4863. >Hopefully, nothing work-related would be interrupting your personal time with your mare.
  4864. >Maresonal time?
  4865. >You thought that might be an applicable non-word.
  4866. >Setting the completed scroll aside, Siltsong breathed a sigh of relief.
  4867. >That wouldn't be nagging her anymore.
  4868. >Setting those work-related issues out of the way, never to return...
  4869. >It was definitely good to not have such terrible plagues like responsibilities hanging over your head.
  4870. >Freed from her obligations once more, Siltsong trotted over back to you with a smile on her face.
  4871. >She locked her forelegs around you, giving you a hug.
  4872. >Your little cuddlebug certainly was getting into the groove of how the day should be spent.
  4873. >You smiled softly, beginning to pet her withers.
  4874. >Pone hugs were the best.
  4875. >It was always so earnest and intimate.
  4876. >And it felt like you were wrapping your arms around the softest, sweetest little thing in the world.
  4877. >Knowing you were holding your soulmate in your arms, it somehow felt ever more brilliant than you could quantify.
  4878. >As the two of you held one another close, you could not help but gaze into each other's eyes.
  4879. >A fixation that soon brought a more...fast and loving bond.
  4880. >A long, intimate kiss would bring the two of you together.
  4881. >As your lips met with Siltsong's, you couldn't help but lay back.
  4882. >Your mare was atop you, the barrel of her chest pressing against yours as the kiss became more heated.
  4883. >More passionate.
  4884. >It wasn't something you were completely alien to.
  4885. >However, the sensation of passion was threatening to overwhelm your senses.
  4886. >Your reasonability.
  4887. >It brought to the forefront of your attention what was simmering beneath.
  4888. >You had taken note of it on several occasions before.
  4889. >It was a burning desire for something even more.
  4890. >It burned with a sweltering heat, and it was calling for the both of you.
  4891. >How strong its resounding calls were became ever more intense with every passing day.
  4892. >Love was already in the air, whenever the two of you shared time with one another.
  4893. >Every second of a lover's sweet embrace was simply divine.
  4894. >Your heart soared, and your spirits could not be in better straights.
  4895. >And with every moment of that sweet, innocent and pure love, there was something else...
  4896. >Neither of you had made any...significant steps towards it.
  4897. >You weren't sure if there was some invisible statute about dallying in that before marriage.
  4898. >Technically, the two of you were already engaged.
  4899. >One step before the big commitment.
  4900. >If it wasn't that, then it was just waiting for the right moment.
  4901. >Though, the most logical explanation might be that the both of you were playing the waiting game to not make the other uncomfortable.
  4902. >To not show too much desperation for intimacy of a more carnal nature.
  4903. >The sexual tension had certainly started to mount, between the both of you.
  4904. >Just when it may reach a tipping point, you could not say.
  4905. >Perhaps you would find out just when it would be in the coming future.
  4906. >For the time being, it felt so very frustrating.
  4907. >On the crest of exploring this, yet timidly avoiding it.
  4908. >So eager to venture into the lurid, yet staying out.
  4909. >You could feel your hands travelling closer to Siltsong's tail dock every now and again, as you ran your fingers across her back.
  4910. >You were almost unable to resist giving into it.
  4911. >Though, as the kiss soon parted with great reluctance, the rush of passion that had surged forth receded as a tide being called back in its eternal dance.
  4912. >It wasn't to say the love felt by both you and Siltsong faded with it.
  4913. >No, that would never leave as long as the sun still shone in the skies.
  4914. >As the kiss ended, a gentler embrace succeeded it.
  4915. >Your hand in her mane, you held her close.
  4916. >Siltsong rested with her head against your chest, her forelegs locked behind your neck gently.
  4917. >Your breaths became more steady after that exploration into the passions your held for one another.
  4918. >The atmosphere had started to calm down a bit, now that you weren't locked in one of the more passionate moments you've experienced with Siltsong.
  4919. >Now, 'twas but a snug hug.
  4920. >Not gonna knock that, at all.
  4921. >You'd much rather hold your sweetheart close, and let her know that you loved her with all your heart.
  4922. >She meant the world to you.
  4923. >And you wanted to show her just as much.
  4924. >You weren't sure just how long the two of you were locked in this pleasant company.
  4925. >It seemed to stretch on forever.
  4926. >In a good way, of course.
  4927. >It wasn't like you were sitting through a government office on the first of the month.
  4928. >You were certain that you could spend every day with your mare like this.
  4929. >As you were fondly keeping a gentle, caring hold of your mare, she posed you a question.
  4930. >"Anonymous? Not to ruin this moment...but..."
  4931. >Your attention was caught.
  4932. "Hmm? What is it, Siltsong?"
  4933. >You were pretty sure this wasn't saying that she had more stuff to do.
  4934. >That seemed like a bit of a stretch for you.
  4935. >"I've been...thinking about making something for Emee, to give back for her kindness, and...well...I'm not exactly a good cook..."
  4936. >She wanted to try her hoof at cooking?
  4937. >It was kind of sweet of her, to help out with the ill elder in the Embassy's grounds.
  4938. >D'awwing at your mare's sweetness, you rest your hand against her soft cheek.
  4939. "So...you're saying you need a bit of help, if you're wanting to help her out?"
  4940. >Siltsong nodded, not being above admitting her faults.
  4941. >"She's just been so sick...it's hard to see somepony you grow up knowing to be suffering..."
  4942. >She was right, to a degree.
  4943. >You presumed that your mare knew Emee as a friend of the family, or something similar.
  4944. >How she came to be the mare chef of the Embassy, you could not say.
  4945. >Maybe she came with the place.
  4946. >Besides, it would be a nice thing to help show your mare the wonderful world of cooking, right?
  4947. >That could be quite fun, when you felt like doing it.
  4948. >However, cleaning up was not fun.
  4949. >It was something you'd rather someone else do, but alas, it was inevitably left in your hands to do so.
  4950. >At least, whenever you cooked.
  4951. >Now, today had some activities planned for just you and your mare.
  4952. >You were now considering how you would traverse to the kitchens.
  4953. >This would normally not be something of concern for you.
  4954. >When you were alone, you didn't put too much thought into the matter.
  4955. >However, this was a very serious issue of the most high caliber whenever your mare, Siltsong, was in your arms.
  4956. >Normally, you would either carry her or let her wal alongside you.
  4957. >A new idea had been planted in your mind, though.
  4958. >Why not give her a piggy-back ride?
  4959. >You were pretty sure you had never attempted such a thing, and it did sound pretty cute.
  4960. >Your instincts told you such an idea could never possibly turn out horribly.
  4961. >And so, with a few swift motions, your mare's forelegs were carefully draped over your shoulders as you held them firmly.
  4962. >Siltsong was surprised to find herself in a different position than when you usually held her.
  4963. >Surprised mare noises were the first thing you were greeted to hearing.
  4964. >Once she got her bearings, Siltsong seemed to relax a little bit.
  4965. >She still held onto you a bit strongly, that inherent earth poner strength making itself known to you.
  4966. >Carefully reaching back, you fuss her mane up a little bit, inquiring as to how much Siltsong's enjoying the different position.
  4967. "How's things from up there, sweetest?"
  4968. >Siltsong responded with a mix of uncertainty and excitement.
  4969. >"It's certainly...different...is this what it's like? Seeing things from all the way up here, my precious harmony?"
  4970. >You nod, acknowledging that as a fact.
  4971. "Pretty cool, ain't it? Now, hang on tight, we'll be down and making something real nice for Emee before long."
  4972. >While it would be kind of fun to run, there's one problem.
  4973. >There were stairs leading down to the kitchen.
  4974. >Sure, you could go down them pretty fast.
  4975. >But you'd rather not fall when you had someone important to you upon your shoulders.
  4976. >You did make some haste, aiming to arrive within the kitchens before the sun fizzled out.
  4977. >As the journey continued, you could hear Siltsong's bubbly little giggles.
  4978. >Looks like she was having a grand old time up there, draped across your back.
  4979. >That let you know this was definitely a good idea.
  4980. >Just hearing that beautiful voice of hers parted the cloudy skies.
  4981. >And her laughter was certainly infectious.
  4982. >You were unable to resist smiling, or even finding yourself starting to give a little chuckle.
  4983. >Being a man in love was a wonderful sensation.
  4984. >In time, you arrived in the glorious Imperial Embassy kitchens.
  4985. >Well, their splendor had faded a bit since the master of the place was out with a pretty nasty cold.
  4986. >That, and most of the food made here was cheap canned stuff.
  4987. >It was quite salty, and a bit sour.
  4988. >The things done to keep food fresh for a long time.
  4989. >One problem before you could really get into the good stuff.
  4990. >The real nitty-gritty of making a nice soup or whatever it was people ate when they were sick.
  4991. >You still had a mare on your back, held and carried to this mythical realm.
  4992. >Before you could get to safely preparing a meal, Siltsong would need to depart.
  4993. >Kneeling down, you let your mare safely hop down from her position atop your back.
  4994. >Letting go of you, Siltsong departed from her pack human.
  4995. >With a gentle blush across her muzzle, she confessed her enjoyment of the ride.
  4996. >"That was...quite nice, my precious harmony...thank you for that."
  4997. >Rubbing one of her fuzzy ears, you take satisfaction that Siltsong enjoyed it as much as she did.
  4998. "You're welcome, Siltsong, sweetest. Now, how about we get down to business and make Emee something she'll love?"
  4999. >And so, your culinary expedition would begin.
  5000. >Teaching Siltsong on how to cook would be...
  5001. >Well, it would be a bit difficult.
  5002. >It wasn't that she was a bad pupil, however she did come from a more aristocratic background.
  5003. >That generally meant that most of the food she ate was prepared by those beneath her family's position.
  5004. >Thus, following that little train of logic, Siltsong likely had never made a meal for herself in her life.
  5005. >You know, it sounded quite surprising now that you ran it through that big ol' brain of yours, right?
  5006. >No matter, however.
  5007. >Soup was a relatively simple thing to prepare.
  5008. >First order of business before food could be prepared.
  5009. >Hands and hooves needed to be clean.
  5010. >You didn't know Emee too personally, but you would be fairly sure she'd want some soup that wasn't dangerous to consume.
  5011. >Siltsong followed your directions, supposing you must have been a professional.
  5012. >Professor Anon of the Embassy Culinary School here and ready to teach a mare some good skills.
  5013. >There really wasn't too much to preparing a soup.
  5014. >As you had said before.
  5015. >Just a few ingridients and a whole lotta waiting.
  5016. >A thrilling adventure.
  5017. >One never before seen on the face of Equestria.
  5018. >After being fully prepared for an hour or two of good cooking fun, you got onto the good part.
  5019. >Picking those ingridients that would make a nice, easy-on-the-stomach soup.
  5020. >Your selection was relatively limited, due to the extensive rationing measures.
  5021. >What came in the cans bought from the grocer's was merely the basics.
  5022. >And some of it might not be the best thing to use in a soup.
  5023. >You were able to find just a few things that would work.
  5024. >Some vegetables and fish sounded like a good idea.
  5025. >And so that was the plan for today.
  5026. >Since this was Siltsong's first time getting real hand- er, hooves-on in the kitchen, you'd play a more thoroughly-guiding role.
  5027. >Hopefully, there wouldn't be too much difficulty in transmitting your wisdom.
  5028. >To help Siltsong out, you stood close at hand, guiding her movements and actions.
  5029. >Everything would come together nicely, despite your fears.
  5030. >Siltsong had found the process somewhat fun, but didn't like to handle the...ickier aspects of cooking.
  5031. >Namely, the fact that raw fish was kind of slimy and had a paeculiar odor.
  5032. >You assured her everything was fine, but she would need to wash her hooves after handling it.
  5033. >Making sure no fish bones would be sneaking in and ruining a good meal was an important task that required going a little hands/hooves-on.
  5034. >Siltsong did brighten up a bit when she realized that the rest of what would be handled was not as icky as raw meat.
  5035. >Hands and hooves clean, the rest of the meal could be tended to.
  5036. >With everything in a pot and ready to go, it was filled with water and set to simmer.
  5037. >And then...
  5038. >Well, it took a while.
  5039. >Long enough for you and Siltsong to snack on something else while you waited.
  5040. >Before the Embassy would crumble to dust from the passage of time, the soup did simmer to just the right level of prepared.
  5041. >It was perfect enough to serve.
  5042. >You did give it a sample taste test, just to make double sure.
  5043. >The fish wasn't undercooked, so it must have been good.
  5044. >And overall, you'd call it edible.
  5045. >You might, dare you say, even pleasant.
  5046. "Tastes pretty nice, want to give it a try? I think you did pretty good."
  5047. >Siltsong seemed a bit reluctant, as though she doubted her abilties.
  5048. >"Are you sure, Anonymous? I've...never made anything like this before..."
  5049. >Acquring a spoonful of the good shit, you present it for Siltsong to sample.
  5050. "Come on...just give it a try, Siltsong, sweetest."
  5051. >Supposing she had nothing to lose, your beloved took the spoonful of soup with the same trepidation as one would have involving medicine.
  5052. >Siltsong's look of bewilderment at her serendipity was priceless.
  5053. >You wondered just how surprised she was that the first meal she made was actually quite nice.
  5054. >Even if it was pretty basic.
  5055. >That wasn't a bad thing, though.
  5056. "Pretty good, yeah?"
  5057. >Your smile widened as she nodded.
  5058. >"I'm...very surprised..."
  5059. >You pat her on the head gently, watching as her ears rested to the side.
  5060. "And you made it all yourself, sweetest. Now, how about you take a nice, warm bowl of this for Emee? A mare with a cold could do with some soup."
  5061. >Siltsong was reminded of her initial mission as you poured the result of an hour's labor into a bowl.
  5062. >"O-Oh! Right! Are you going to stay here, my precious harmony?"
  5063. >You nodded, gesturing to some of the utensils that had been used.
  5064. "I need to wash these dishes up. Can you imagine how upset Emee might be if she found out I didn't clean up after we used the kitchen?"
  5065. >Siltsong did find your reasoning quite sound, in that this was the temple belonging to that relatively large mare.
  5066. >A place that she ruled with an absolute grasp.
  5067. >Even if she was out for the time being due to sickness, you were pretty sure she could sense such transgressions through the fabric of time and space.
  5068. >As you began to take care of what was left over from the time you and Siltsong spent in the kitchen, your mare offered a short goodbye.
  5069. >She would offer something more...intimate, normally.
  5070. >However, she was balancing a tray with a bowl full of soup on her back.
  5071. >A hug or kiss was difficult to accomplish, even if earth poners had a freaky sense of balance.
  5072. >You wondered how Emee might appreciate the gesture...
  5073. >~{Day 150}~
  5074. >Well, it was about time that your project had come to a reasonable conclusion.
  5075. >You had spent long enough on the damn thing, and you couldn't really stay on it forever.
  5076. >As you waited for Siltsong to come home once again, as per the usual, you eyed the culmination of every day of practice and craft.
  5077. >You had made that damn bracelet, and you took pride in the work you had done.
  5078. >It still possessed that beautifully-bright coloring of the heartwood, but with a feature added right before you cut it into the band shape it had taken under your guiding hand.
  5079. >Gold wire inlay was added to your little project, giving it a special flair that broke up the monotony of the wood.
  5080. >Even if it was pretty, something for contrast was important.
  5081. >You were pretty sure this would fit.
  5082. >Siltsong's forelegs were pretty lithe, and you did have to estimate accordingly.
  5083. >Now wouldn't that be something?
  5084. >Spend all this time and effort on your part, and that was your fuck-up?
  5085. >You really shouldn't be getting this nervous.
  5086. >Siltsong wouldn't hate it, right?
  5087. >Right?
  5088. >You breathe a deep sigh, trying to get the nervousness out of your system.
  5089. >Thinking quick, you had an idea.
  5090. >Why not take that nervousness and shove it to a different topic?
  5091. >The news was good enough for changing just what you'd be anxious about.
  5092. >From giving a gift to the mare you were engaged to, now it would be about important geopolitical events around Equestria.
  5093. >You had grabbed a paper on your way back into the Embassy, a brand new issue, too.
  5094. >While you would be pretty sure that you'd feel the warmth of the printing presses, the cold gobbled all the warmth there once was.
  5095. >Which was about as disappointing as finding those freshly-dried clothes had lost all their cozy snugness.
  5096. >A disappointment, for sure, but you were here for something else.
  5097. >Cracking open a cold newspaper by yourself, you gaze unto the various reports and editorials to pass the time.
  5098. >And ho-.
  5099. >-ly.
  5100. >Excessive advertising, Batman.
  5101. >The Flim-Flam Brothers were surely going to town with their brand.
  5102. >The sheer quantity was startling, though.
  5103. >You'd seen a few every now and again, but now?
  5104. >It was like browsing for porn in 2007.
  5105. >Granted, there weren't any pop-ups that would say you're winner.
  5106. >Nor were you being presented with Neighgerian Prince scams.
  5107. >Just when you thought you got away from the vicious advertising back on Earth, too...
  5108. >While it was a minefield of a journey to make it to the actual stories within, you did find them.
  5109. >You were relieved to have not picked up some infomercial magazine, after all.
  5110. >The most prominent headline was the recent announcement that was resultant of the diplomatic talks in Canterlot.
  5111. >You smiled softly, reading onward to see what had been reached after all this time.
  5112. >'...Entente Powers Negotiate Settlement with Griffonstone...'
  5113. >The more you read on, your suspicions were confirmed, to a degree.
  5114. >The catbrids were getting really nervous about this King Sombra fellow.
  5115. >If he was willing to roll over Yakyakistan to launch an invasion of the ancient Saghai Empire, while at war with Equestria...
  5116. >Were they really safe from an attack?
  5117. >If mountain ranges were not deemed an obstacle to the Dark Tyrant's grander plans, what would a channel of water mean?
  5118. >As Siltsong confided her opinion on the matter earlier, the Griffons would be pledging economic support to Equestria.
  5119. >The shipping of what food they could spare would make their way to Equestria's east coast sometime in the coming month or so.
  5120. >A godsend long in waiting, it would certainly help alleviate the western refugee influx.
  5121. >It may also help lower food prices.
  5122. >While it may not be as much of a concern for you and Siltsong, as you had more than enough to weather it...
  5123. >You couldn't say the same for those outside of Canterlot.
  5124. >It appeared that the paper you were reading, when they weren't fellating the Flim-Flam Brothers for cash, interviewed some people and poners on their thoughts.
  5125. >One such human, from Baltimare, had an interesting response.
  5126. >'It's been a long time coming; we can't weather too much more of this. My wife and I, we've been trying to help out, where we could - but we can't keep going like this. We're all holding out just a bit longer for those shipments.'
  5127. >It really helped to further crystallize what it was like outside Canterlot, in the surrounding towns.
  5128. >The internal refugee crisis wasn't making things any easier, either.
  5129. >Interviews with those whom had fled the western reaches were almost painful.
  5130. >Each word was cutting into your skin.
  5131. >Every thought that entered your mind regarding those displaced ponies made it feel as though a pit was developing in your stomach.
  5132. >You had been quite fortunate to not witness the Crystal Empire's advance up close and personal.
  5133. >But they?
  5134. >They've seen the horrors more than you could believe.
  5135. >The only ones who knew it better were those on the front, members of the Guard.
  5136. >You couldn't even begin to imagine what it was like for them.
  5137. >Speaking of them, there appeared to be plenty of news regarding recent developments in the Great Crystal War, as it was being called.
  5138. >Pegasus scouts from the Wonderbolts - a former stunt team now repurposed for this baleful war - had found that a train bound for Yakyakistan had been derailed.
  5139. >Your eyebrows raise, curiosity exponentially increasing.
  5140. >It was presumed that Yakyakistani partisans had initiated their first real action against the occupiers.
  5141. >With so many crystal ponies having left in the outflux to the Saghai border, the partisans were likely emboldened enough to attack.
  5142. >Their armies could no longer operate in the same way as the Equestrian Guard, needing to fight a new kind of war.
  5143. >The beginnings of guerrilla warfare were really ticking off now.
  5144. >The damages to the logistical system of the Crystal Empire's war machine was unknown in its full scope, but the scouts had reported that the train was likely a troop transport.
  5145. >They didn't want to get too close, because coming home was also important.
  5146. >Couldn't really knock them there.
  5147. >There were some images attached in the paper, and it looked like someone threw a lego trainset at mach one against a wall.
  5148. >Sure, you could pick out some details of what used to be a train.
  5149. >The engine itself was still existent, to a degree.
  5150. >But good Lord, did these Yak partisans not fuck around with their explosives.
  5151. >The railroad beneath the train was twisted and almost tied up in knots from the incredible explosive force that ripped apart the train above.
  5152. >You'd almost feel sorry for anyone that was aboard that train.
  5153. >Not exactly the most pleasant way to go, at all...
  5154. >Another headline that caught your attention was the proclamation that the crystal ponies had begun to advance over the river dividing the San Palomino Desert from the Whitetail Woods, having broken through the entrenchments there.
  5155. >It was deemed a heavy cost for Sombra's forces to march on through the territory, but they were closing down on Los Pegasus.
  5156. >And, something that couldn't be ignored, the losses for Equestria were not a laughing matter.
  5157. >The defenders along the banks gave their lives by the hundred - nay, the thousand - to defend those they cared about and their fellow countrypones.
  5158. >Reading off the total casualty report was...
  5159. >A hard, tough pill to swallow.
  5160. >Just from living with one of these sweet equines, coming to know her as the one for you...
  5161. >It perturbed you in a way that you couldn't place in word.
  5162. >All you knew was that this suffering shouldn't have been.
  5163. >So many, all so young.
  5164. >And yet, it was likely still only the beginning.
  5165. >A far greater storm was surely lurking just out of sight.
  5166. >Or, perhaps, it was already here and you were but on the fringes of it.
  5167. >Anyway, one thing that was peculiar was a sort of quietness on the Saghai front.
  5168. >After all this time, and yet have you to hear from what was going on there.
  5169. >An eerie, uneasy, deafening silence.
  5170. >It had certainly left you wondering as to what would be happening.
  5171. >Was it still absolutely nothing but freezing their hooves off?
  5172. >Or had they already been overrun to such a massive extent that they couldn't send a letter about it?
  5173. >You were probably reading too much into the matter.
  5174. >It'd only really come to light whenever the written word comes to you and Siltsong.
  5175. >Glancing around the varying headlines, there appeared to not be much else in comparison to the alerts from the fronts.
  5176. >Unless you wanted to be bombarded by still-image informercials for useless shit, there wasn't too much else to catch your interest.
  5177. >Well, that was a bit unfair to jump the gun and say...
  5178. >Some footnotes mentioned that the internal refugee crisis was pretty serious, but it was being handled to the best of the ability of the Equestrian government and the compassion of ponies on the homefront.
  5179. >A bit of a small, wavering candelight in the all-encompassing shadows that licked around its fading flame.
  5180. >Other opinion snippets spoke of rumors that Princess Celestia was soon to replace the incumbent supreme commander of the western front.
  5181. >Probably due to an incredibly-lackluster performance and little actual usage of their army.
  5182. >Some of the bolder claims suggested that the Sun Princess asked to borrow the armies along the western front should the current commander have no need for them.
  5183. >You had a bit of a sensible guffaw at that comment.
  5184. >How devilish.
  5185. >And so, your editorial escapade reached its conclusion.
  5186. >For now.
  5187. >You certainly weren't nervous about beholding your magnum opus to Siltsong, anymore.
  5188. >Reading about the troubles of others on this mortal coil certainly did help to trivialize your own.
  5189. >The reality of the Crystal War hit pretty hard when it finally rolled back to your doorstep, after spending so long in this tenuous weather-enforced peace.
  5190. >Still far away from Canterlot, but the threat of it loomed closer than ever.
  5191. >Such is life in Crystal War-era Canterlot.
  5192. >Haphazardly setting the paper aside, you look out the bedroom window to judge about what time of day it might be.
  5193. >As riveting as that paper may have been, you don't want to keep sitting through ferocious, abusive advertising blitzes like you're going through a financial newsletter's website.
  5194. >You're pretty sure you got the doctor's recommended daily dose from that paper, alone.
  5195. >It looked about afternoon outside, the golden sun hanging lazily in the sky as it inched closer and closer to the horizon by the minute.
  5196. >Still had a long way to go, but it'd be dark before you knew it.
  5197. >The silver-white clouds interspersed with the cobalt-blue sky, it being one of the few days so far that you'd respite from the neverending gray gloom above.
  5198. >Even if it was only fragmentedly-blue, it was a welcome sight nonetheless.
  5199. >Maybe the weatherponies were free to help make the day less dour?
  5200. >That would be really nice of them, to break up that monotony of the past couple of months...
  5201. >Before you could get too lost in your thoughts, you saw a familiar someone enter the courtyard of the Embassy.
  5202. >That unforgettable form-fitting winter coat and two-tone mane never failed to bring a smile to your face.
  5203. >And that little smile shone even brighter, a sense of giddiness washing over you.
  5204. >Both you were happy to see her return, and you were eager to finally get this off your chest.
  5205. >Your work had gone on long enough.
  5206. >No need to prolong it any further than was necessary.
  5207. >Making sure the plain wooden box the bracelet came in was sealed as to not spoil the surprise, you attempt to leave it innocuously hiding in plain sight.
  5208. >You were still working out just how best to...
  5209. >Well, present the damn thing.
  5210. >Though you had something going in your mind's eye, you were still working out the finer details.
  5211. >Maybe it was best to try and let it flow naturally.
  5212. >You should probably have planned this out just a hair more, now that you think about it.
  5213. >But you did already bring it home...
  5214. >You're pretty sure you could manage winging it to a degree, though.
  5215. >Enough with the internal musings.
  5216. >You should be getting out there and seeing how Siltsong's day went.
  5217. >Much more than plenty of time had already passed.
  5218. >You musn't waste any more of it.
  5219. >Stepping outside of the familiar four walls of the bedroom, you make your way downstairs, heart abounding with joy at the arrival of your sweetest.
  5220. >Perhaps one day, there wouldn't be any of these arduous, long waits...
  5221. >Maybe you'd be able to come with her, even if you were just there for show or whatnot.
  5222. >That would probably have to wait until you and Siltsong actually wed.
  5223. >Which, as it appeared, would have to wait until the war ended.
  5224. >As you reached the ground floor, you still held onto that hope.
  5225. >How else would your separation issues resolve themselves?
  5226. >Coming to terms with the fact that your mare would be leading a busy life?
  5227. >Don't be silly, Anon.
  5228. >As you came into the foyer of the residential quarter, your mare, Siltsong, had just begun to close the door behind her.
  5229. >Time for you to get to work.
  5230. >Deftly and with silent footfalls, you make your way over to the warmly-dressed mare, almost ready to strike.
  5231. >Just as she shut the door, sealing the foyer from further incursions by the frost, you reached your arms around Siltsong and lifted her into the biggest, warmest hug you could provide.
  5232. >There was, of course, that initial sounding of Siltsong's trepidation at being surprise-hug-held.
  5233. >You probably would be too, if you were the little mare.
  5234. >Who might be lifting her up from behind?
  5235. >It was only a moment before she recognized this familiar embrace.
  5236. >You could see that soft, gentle smile grace her lips, and you knew the sun shone on your evening.
  5237. >So long as she smiled, you knew you were doing something right.
  5238. >"A good afternoon to you, too, Anonymous! Did you miss me?"
  5239. >You were pretty sure that was a rhetorical question.
  5240. >But you were still gonna answer that.
  5241. "Like you wouldn't believe."
  5242. >Giving her mane a good, gentle and fast petting, you eagerly affirm your statement.
  5243. >Siltsong's angelic, sweet giggles and refined, gentle guffaws was more than just music to your ears.
  5244. >Symphonies would have trouble equating to it.
  5245. >You could go on, but you'd end up spending all night monologuing internally.
  5246. >As fond as you were of doing that, you had other plans.
  5247. >Like transistioning to the meat of the matter.
  5248. >Hopefully, you possessed the smoothness to make it relatively seamless.
  5249. >Who knows, maybe Siltsong would find it nice and spontaneous, even if it wasn't exactly a fritctionless one.
  5250. "Just read the newspaper today, sweetest. Looks like everything turned out alright in the end, didn't it?"
  5251. >The silvery, earthen mare nodded, breathing a happy sigh of relief.
  5252. >"That it is, Anonymous...never thought I'd see the day, too. It still wasn't as bad as dealing with the Yaks, but let's just say working out the agreements took a lot of...pedantic arguments over costs and expenses."
  5253. >Huh, would you look at that...
  5254. "Were the griffons really like that, Siltsong? I didn't think they'd actually be that much of a bunch of bean-counters."
  5255. >Leaning her head back, your sweetest vents a short breath of simmered frustration.
  5256. >"I don't believe all griffons are like that...but Ancestors above if the majority of them aren't!"
  5257. >Siezing a golden opportunity, you scratch your mare's chin for but a moment.
  5258. >Now shouldn't be a time to be frustrated.
  5259. >It all fell through okay, didn't it?
  5260. "Sounds like a pretty bad time, sweetest...glad it's all over now?"
  5261. >Looking up at you, she nods with a soft smile.
  5262. >"Like you wouldn't believe, my precious harmony. Coming home is always the best part of the day."
  5263. >An astute observation on Siltsong's part.
  5264. "Ain't that the truth."
  5265. >You catch yourself getting lost in the cuddlebug's mightiest need.
  5266. >As much as you loved it, you did need to avoid getting lost down this road again.
  5267. "Say, uhm...Siltsong? I've been...meaning to show you something."
  5268. >You were really breaking in the smooth criminal look.
  5269. >With how your nervousness had returned, it caught Siltsong's attention.
  5270. >"Hmm? What is it, my precious harmony?"
  5271. >At least you have her attention.
  5272. >Taking a moment to collect yourself, you set your mare down on her hooves.
  5273. >Perhaps it would be best to not have a pone in your arms for the sake of focusing on the task at hand.
  5274. "It's something very special, and I hope you'll like it...I've been working on it for a long time now."
  5275. >Though you were being as vague as you could on the matter, you had piqued Siltsong's interest.
  5276. >"Oh? Just what have you planned, Anonymous...?"
  5277. >You gesture for her to follow you upstairs, eager to show off that substantially time-consuming bracelet.
  5278. >Siltsong smiled with curiosity, wondering what exactly you had in mind for her.
  5279. "Well...it's kind of a surprise, sweetest."
  5280. >You cheekily attempt to dissuade too much prodding.
  5281. >Siltsong pouts, wishing she could have at least some description of your super-ultra-quintuple secret plan in the works.
  5282. >"Aww...I wanted to know what it was, though..."
  5283. >As much as the pleading look of a poner held persuasion over you, the d20's smiled upon you with grace.
  5284. >You had rolled the saving throw, however just barely.
  5285. >Any more adorable and you'd cave right on the spot.
  5286. "Half the fun is a surprise, though, sweetest."
  5287. >You say, trying to not be too teasing.
  5288. >Within your mind's eye, that hypothetical sensory organ, you had your plan playing out.
  5289. >You were thinking of doing this similar to a proposal.
  5290. >Though, since you were already engaged, it'd be a little weird...
  5291. >Listening to her hoofsteps against the stairs resonating with your own footsteps, you were hoping beyond hope it would be cheesy enough to work.
  5292. >Alongside your woodworking, you had been practicing another important skill.
  5293. >You had become relatively proficient with your grasp of Saghaic, to the point that you were even starting to think it.
  5294. >That really fucked your universe, there.
  5295. >You coldn't stop yourself from doing it, though.
  5296. >There more you immersed yourself in the different culture and language, the more osmosis of the cultural vareity went to work.
  5297. >And that practice was paying off.
  5298. >Upon entering Siltsong's demense, there was no turning back.
  5299. >Whatever you had formulated in your head would have to be good enough.
  5300. >Siltsong trotted over to the bed, hopping up and sitting upon it.
  5301. >As her haunches sunk into the plush mattress, you could tell her patience was running thin.
  5302. >"Are you going to show me what it is that you've got in mind...? You've got me all wound-up over it."
  5303. >Though the impatience in her voice was a bit heavy, Siltsong wasn't a poor sport over it.
  5304. >Her smile had not faded, ever curious of what your magnum opus was.
  5305. >And you would not keep her waiting any longer.
  5306. >Taking the small wooden box in hand, you sit down next to the mare that had brought such a significant change to your life.
  5307. >Clearing your mind up a bit, you focus on using what Saghaic you learned so far.
  5308. >You felt it would deliver a more meaningful impact.
  5309. "*I wanted to do this more...like old-style. Things were...different, than I expected.*"
  5310. >Siltsong's ears perked up upon hearing her mother tongue, not having anticipated you attempting to use it.
  5311. >She would normally comment on your prowess when you gave such an attempt, but let you speak your piece uninterrupted.
  5312. "*I know...marriage...is very big, a big deal. And I know it means a lot, too, for you.*"
  5313. >Siltsong cocked her head, one of her fuzzy ears resting to the side partially as she listened intently.
  5314. >Your thumbs began to nervously rub at the seam of where the lid of the box met the base.
  5315. "*I know the news a few months ago...made you sad. That we'd be stuck here for a while.*"
  5316. >You really hoped you were going to be able to get your point across succinctly.
  5317. >Because you were fairly certain you sounded like Tarzan with your grasp on Saghaic.
  5318. >"*And...I've been wanting to make it up to you.*"
  5319. >To give yourself credit, you didn't pull an Obamy by 'uhh'-ing every picosecond.
  5320. >As you continued your Saghaic speel, Siltsong's smile began to grow.
  5321. >From a gentle upwards curl of the lips, to a slowly-broadening grin.
  5322. "*Siltsong...from when we first met, life has been...much brighter. It's hard for me to say, but I do know it's made me the happiest...'stallion' around.*"
  5323. >Your thumbs come to rest against the split seam of the box's top, waiting for the right, sappy moment to reveal the gift.
  5324. >"*If we had not met...the sun would feel...dark. The moon would not have any light, and the stars would not shine.*"
  5325. >With your heart pouring out in her mother tongue, Siltsong placed a hoof over her heart, her smile becoming pronounced and full.
  5326. >"*I don't know what life would be like without you. You've made me so happy, and I hope to do the same for you...it's what I made this for. Even if we aren't to be married any time soon...I look forward to it greatly. I can't think of anything more great than standing with you. From...here-*"
  5327. >You rest a finger pointed over your heart, not knowing how best to say it in word.
  5328. >Action had a better way of speaking than it, at times.
  5329. >You follow your action with resting your hand over the hoof that obscured her heart.
  5330. >"*-to here, I...made this by my own...hands. I love you, Siltsong; without you, I don't know where I would be today.*"
  5331. >Feeling this was the moment to do the whole grand reveal, your thumbs lift the box's top back, letting Siltsong get a good view of what you had spent so long learning how to make.
  5332. >Upon her eyes meeting with the hyped-up bracelet, you heard a soft gasp.
  5333. >Not one of gawking at the most scandalous of courtly incidents, but a more gentle, pleasant one.
  5334. >One of welcome surprise as what unlight shone through illuminated the carefully-snaking gold inlay.
  5335. >The contrast of the rich, royal heartwood with the glittering precious metals had perfectly caught her attention, your mare rapt in audience.
  5336. >Taking it with trembling hooves, Siltsong took the band hewn from wood and spindles of gold.
  5337. >"A-Anonymous...my precious harmony...you...you made this yourself?"
  5338. >You nodded, heart beginning to thrum in your chest.
  5339. >Did she love it?
  5340. >Was it something that lived up to expectations?
  5341. >Why did this nervousness have to arise once more, but much, much stronger?
  5342. "I, uh...I d-did. You like it, sweetest?"
  5343. >Your anxiety over whether or not she appreciated the effort had returned with a fervor unlike any other.
  5344. >As the seconds dragged on at a glacial, grinding pace, you eagerly awaited her response as you felt your heart in your throat.
  5345. >Before you went mad from the waiting, Siltsong locked her forelegs around you, and pulled you into an aggressively-passionate kiss.
  5346. >Though surprised by the suddeness of it all, you gave into the sensation of attraction.
  5347. >The gravity of it all could not be resisted, you came to realize as the electrifying, tantalyzing contact continued.
  5348. >Tongues graced each other as long lost companions, fervent in their dalliant explorations.
  5349. >Siltsong pressed herself firmly against you; even if you couldn't feel her coat beneath the winter garb, you knew the only thing either of you craved was being this close.
  5350. >Practically turbo-glued to one another.
  5351. >You prayed that it could last forever, not wanting the moment to come and fade akin to a sunrise nor a sunset.
  5352. >Alas, all wonderful things must come to a close in due time.
  5353. >Only to return just as brilliant and illustrious as before, entirely captivating your heart, mind and soul.
  5354. >With reluctance, you and Siltsong parted the kiss, the remembrance of saliva and the warmth of each breath shared between you and the mare you loved.
  5355. >Gazing into those gorgeous eyes of hers, you saw only jubilance and elation, along with some tears beginning to form at the edges.
  5356. >While that would normally be a cause for concern, you knew these were tears borne solely from happiness.
  5357. >Nothing to fear from here.
  5358. >"I-I love it, Anonymous, almost as much as I love you! It's...it's so beautiful...you're the best husband a mare could ask to take her hoof..."
  5359. >Seeing that beautiful, enrapturing smile of hers and hearing her delight, you knew you had succeeded.
  5360. >Even if, y'know, being a for-realsies husband instead of a fiance would be on the backburner until that Sombrero fuck keeled over...
  5361. >This wasn't the time for any anger or resentment to cloud your soul, though.
  5362. >This was the time to enjoy with the mare you loved most.
  5363. >Before the inevitable spiral towards the usual cuddling this cuddlebug mare loved so much, the christening of this bracelet needed to commence.
  5364. >Breaking eye contact only to find where that band of cedar heartwood went, you took it in hand to present to Siltsong.
  5365. >Gently taking a hoof in one hand, you ask the obligatory courtesy.
  5366. "May I, Siltsong, sweetest?"
  5367. >Without hesitance, she gives you the okay.
  5368. >Delicately, you eased the inlaid bracelet past her hoof, letting it find a resting position on her foreleg.
  5369. >It was slightly big, but you could safely say that you did a pretty good job.
  5370. "Slides on like a glove...it looks more wonderful than before, on you..."
  5371. >You muse aloud, and decide to go for a little extra cheese by kissing her hoof.
  5372. >Being a sucker for such things, Siltsong guffawed softly, a radiant blush forming across her muzzle and face.
  5373. >In that moment, you experienced a special kind of joy.
  5374. >That satisfaction in knowing that someone wholly loved what you spent so long crafting with those two hands you were given on the day you were born.
  5375. >It welled forth a feeling of accomplishment, alongside that boundless love for your sweetest.
  5376. >Laying in bed with your mare, the waning of the passion from ealier started to end.
  5377. >Eyes meeting once again, the passion had begun to progress from this relaxed state, slowly picking up in pace to return just as powerfully as it had came.
  5378. >Starting slow, it began with an innocent kiss on the lips.
  5379. >Something sweet to keep within the current atmosphere, but a gateway to something with a much stronger flame.
  5380. >As the passions beneath the surface simmered and began to boil over, the innocent peck on the lips had evolved to somethign much greater.
  5381. >Tongues twined, and lovers exploring their longing for one another, and beginning to lose grasp of their inhibitions.
  5382. >Locked in the throes of a progressively-sloppier kiss, you had let your hands explore the graceful form of your beloved.
  5383. >Letting them admire and memorize every contour, every spot that might elicit a reaction most desirable from your sweetheart.
  5384. >As little was reminding you of previous notions of decency, you had begun to drift further towards those alluring haunches and flanks that haunted your thoughts.
  5385. >Just begging for the attention they have so rightfully and longingly called out for...
  5386. >Your hands cleared past Siltsong's tail dock, the cord of her braided, two-tone tail grazing the tips of your fingers as you felt up that soft and mallable posterior.
  5387. >No complaints or gasps aghast at what you were doing were offered up by the silvery earthen mare atop you.
  5388. >If anything, she must have been enjoying it as much as you were.
  5389. >You could hear and feel Siltsong gently moaning into the embrace the two of you shared, ever moreso when you felt daring enough to give such supple flesh a good squeeze.
  5390. >When the current haphazard, passionate kiss had parted for a need of breath, there was only one thing that was evident within each other's gaze.
  5391. >Those four long months of knowing one another so intimately and all that packed-tight desire.
  5392. >It was all simmering to such a point as to no longer be contained.
  5393. >Today was merely but the catalyst for it all to burst free.
  5394. >No words needed to be said in that moment.
  5395. >Taking your hands off of Siltsong's flanks and interrupting the hand-molding process, you do your best to carefully-yet-quickly help her out of the insulating overcoat that covered her so.
  5396.  
  5397. >Not to say that it didn't serve a purpose, but it was in the way at the moment, and you needed to rectify this conundrum.
  5398. >As it came off, so too did the wooden bracelet you had finished crafting for your mare.
  5399. >Where the two of you were headed, clothes would no longer be necessary.
  5400. >In fact, those white silk tassels in Siltsong's mane to keep it in its ox-horn styling could fuck right off, too.
  5401. >With some careful attention, you loosened them one by one, letting her mane fall straight as you set the bands of silk off to the side.
  5402. >It wasn't often that you saw her with her mane down like this.
  5403. >You could, however, most certainly get used to seeing it in such a way.
  5404. >The way the afternoon sunlight gleamed as it made contact with the locks of Siltsong's lilac-and-yellow mane while it was let loose had a special way of captivating you.
  5405. >Though you could simply spend all day and night admiring her beauty, reveling in how fortunate you were to revel in her majesty...
  5406. >You were certain that Siltsong would appreciate you moving onto the main course.
  5407. >The both of you knew exactly where this was headed.
  5408. >Not even neutron degeneracy pressure could even hope to contain the overwhelming force of lust and passion shared between you and your mare.
  5409. >It would foment into this singularity of desire and a good, good night spent.
  5410. >With a tone drunk on lust, you encourage Siltsong to adopt a position befitting for the opening act.
  5411. "Why don't you lay on your back, sweetest...?"
  5412. >Though reluctant to immediately part from the tender closeness shared, your majestic mare supposed she would entertain what you had in mind.
  5413. >Departing from her perch atop your chest, Siltsong found herself a cozy spot before laying down as desired.
  5414. >All that teased what you were after in that moment was her braided tail, Siltsong's mare bits hidden away behind the cord of tail.
  5415. >Even as her hind legs spread ever so slightly, all that you were really able to spot from where you stood was crotchtiddy.
  5416. >Cheeky little mare...
  5417. >Adjusting your own position, you encouraged that obscuring sliver of tail-hair out of the way with your hand.
  5418. >Your eyes were on the prize, and you had a plan on how best to enjoy it.
  5419. >An equine slit awaited before you, starting to drip infrequently with liquid mareish excitement.
  5420. >What really caught your attention was the occasional, outwards jutting of Siltsong's clit.
  5421. >As though it was subtly telling you, 'Hey Anon, you fagnigger, your mare would really really really appreciate it if you went down on her or something, instead of you just keep being a bean-teaserino like that.'
  5422. >And that was a pretty valid point being brought up, one that you were unable to refute.
  5423. >However, the importance of a bit of foreplay could not be ignored.
  5424. >In the lust-addled state of your mind, you had some ideas on exactly how you were going to go about it.
  5425. >That, and you've had more than enough time and idle fantasy over these months to get some clue.
  5426. >Your first real move was just a testing, probing one; a gentle tracing of the finger along the unique, aesthetically-pleasing folds of Siltsong's inviting equine passage.
  5427. >A sharp, excited gasp was elicited from the mare in question, followed by your finger becoming lightly coated in mare pre.
  5428. >Siltsong had bitten her lower lip, eager for more as you opened in such a teasing manner.
  5429. >For the hell of it, before you decided to put your tongue to a different use than just saying sweet things, you give your finger a taste.
  5430. >You couldn't quite place the taste exactly...but something about it certainly was delectable.
  5431. >Perhaps a more thorough sampling might better explain what you found so tantilizing about it...
  5432. >Not keeping Siltsong waiting in eager, stimulated anticipation for too long, you set her hind legs to rest upon your shoulders.
  5433. >You first opened with some light prodding and licking, observing every minute reaction the earth pone might have to your choice of foreplay.
  5434. >Little moans of pleasure soon resounded throughout the room, a slowly building symphonic cacophony to your ears.
  5435. >Glancing up from the flower you were so very intent on teasing, Siltsong was undoubtedly having a wonderful time.
  5436. >Her once modest blush had become a strong, burning, iridescent red, and Siltsong still had her bottom lip bit, as though she was trying to keep herself from being too loud with her little moans of bliss.
  5437. >Even if she was still holding onto a shred of modesty, you were going to ensure that she was free to liberate herself from this coil of decorum that had become so integral to her political career.
  5438. >Smiling with devilish intent, you venture deeper into her passage with your tongue, feeling Siltslong's netherlips part and enshroud your tongue on its magical adventure into the realm of hoerspussy.
  5439. >Even with the knowledge that it was just your tongue intruding on her fertile ground, you could feel the mighty, needy ministrations attempting to draw it deeper and deeper.
  5440. >Poor girl must be starved of this kind of stimulation...
  5441. >You sure were one to talk, though.
  5442. >Before you might suggest moving onto the main event, the act everyone (read: you and Siltsong) paid for, you found yourself unable to move away.
  5443. >Namely, because of a set of powerful, plush haunches and legs were keeping in you in place.
  5444. >That earth poner strength, 'twas very real.
  5445. >A little intimidated and/or aroused, you glace up to your mare for a bit of an explanation on why she might have locked you in a UFC blood choke.
  5446. >"P-Please, Anonymous....keep going..."
  5447. >If she so kindly insisted...
  5448. >Without hesitance, you go back to giving Siltsong the full treatment that you had temporarily paused.
  5449. >For a bit of an added twist of teasing, you initiate some gentle teat-pinching while your tongue was buried deep in her snatch.
  5450. >The sudden spasming of her walls paired with the jutting of her mare clit and sharp gasps of air from Siltsong let you know you were on the right track.
  5451. >Now things were certainly starting to get properly cooking.
  5452. >The more you continued to appreciate the pleasurable taste of pony pussy, maybe giving those teats a good squeezin' intermittently, the more Siltsong would straddle your face, begging for more.
  5453. >You were doing the best you could, putting that tongue of yours to some serious work.
  5454. >Venturing as deep as you were able to go, and with the vigor of a man possessed.
  5455. >You weren't quite sure if it would be enough for the needy, heated mare, though.
  5456. >Those four months of letting the passion and lust burn beneath the surface have finally been let free, and you won't know how intensive or explosive the release of such tension would be.
  5457. >Siltsong's breathing and moans became more erratic, all pretenses of eschew had burned away.
  5458. >With every exploratory movement, your mare was drawn closer and closer to orgasm, a first brought about by her sole lover.
  5459. >Judging by how intensely she was straddling your face, that may be some indicator to go by.
  5460. >Between being sealed in your current position by Siltsong's surprisingly powerful legs and a desire to please, there wasn't any deeper that you could physically get into to please your mare.
  5461. >No matter how hard either of you tried, it was just a physical impossibility.
  5462. >While you were focused on your continued efforts to ensure Siltsong experienced the most sensual, blissful evening you could provide, a high-pitched moan and basal cry of desire signalled the onset of the orally-offered orgasm that had been building for so long.
  5463. >That, and the increased pressure from Siltsong to keep you right where you were coupled together with a sudden rush of marecum.
  5464. >And from where you stood, all you could really do involved riding out the onset of orgasmic bliss.
  5465. >It didn't last an eternity, but you were certain your sweetheart without a doubt loved every fucking second of it.
  5466. >In some ways, it filled you with pride that you were able to handle a mare as a man should.
  5467. >Alongside the pride in knowing that you could indeed put yourself to work when it came to pleasing the mare...
  5468. >Another tidbit of brand-new knowledge had just struck you upside the head.
  5469. >The taste of you mare had lingered on your tastebids for awhile now, and your mind finally connected the dots on the cork board with red ribbons.
  5470. >The flavor you had sampled earlier, before you were sealed in the vice known as Siltsong's legs, it was that of coffee.
  5471. >What specifcally, you had not fucking clue.
  5472. >You weren't an expert in the field of caffiene sludge, nor did you slurp the stuff down on a daily basis.
  5473. >A mare that was so fond of tea - nay, hailing from a land known for its divine selection of the stuff - somehow reminding you of that bitter beverage...
  5474. >There was probably some sort of joke in there somewhere, but you couldn't quite put your finger on it.
  5475. >Not as tangibly as Siltsong's marebits, anywho.
  5476. >As the mare-in-question's orgasm long faded into a calm afterglow, she finally relinquished her stranglehold of keeping you in the position of properly servicing the hoerspussy.
  5477. >You took the opportunity to get up just a hair, make sure you weren't contracting deep vein thrombosis from sitting to long there, and most importantly seeing how cute your mare looked in this moment.
  5478. >Siltsong's captivating violet eyes were half-lidded, her expression drunk on the love and lust intermingled from this first, intimate moment shared.
  5479. >Her mind also had probably been blown far outside the room from the intensity with which she came, too, so that was something else to take note of.
  5480. >Planting a kiss between her teats, and adoring the little overstimulated shudders reslting from that, you ask how she thought it went.
  5481. "So...how was that, sweetest? Was it really good?"
  5482. >It took her a moment to register a proper response, but she did nod after a moment.
  5483. >"...Y-Yes, very much so, Anonymous...that was...I think m-my words fail me ri-right now..."
  5484. >A bit of verbal confirmation to let you know your suspicions were accurate was all you needed.
  5485. >Your own smile broadened as you pondered if Siltsong possessed any feeling in her hind legs in that moment.
  5486. "Well, good...that makes me so happy, hearing that from you. If you'd like...maybe we can up the ante a little?"
  5487. >Though you had loved seeing your mare rithe in the throes of an intense orgasm, and releasing of that built-up sexual tension, you could not deny your own burning, mighty need.
  5488. >Throughout the whole display, your own arousal had been exponentially building upon itself, and the blood had certainly rushed down low.
  5489. >You could feel the tented erection hiding beneath your clothes, almost painfully constrained during your oral dalliances.
  5490. >Siltsong had noticed this as she pondered over your question, wondering how ready she might be for taking this one step further.
  5491. >You were given the go-ahead for assisting her into the next, more climactic part of this lurid adventure.
  5492. >"G-Go ahead, Anonymous..."
  5493. >Siltsong said with a bit of excitement intermingling with trepidation.
  5494. >You didn't need to be told twice.
  5495. >Finding that your clothes were now in the way, and something you probably should have dealt with earlier, you make haste in removing your leggings and undergarments.
  5496. >Once freed from the confines of your clothes, your shaft had made itself quite moreso known to Siltsong.
  5497. >As you were adopting a proper position to give your mare a good breeding, she commented on the peculiar appearance of it.
  5498. >"Humans look....much different, than a stallion's, to my knowledge..."
  5499. >Bemusedly, you offer a quip of your own.
  5500. "You didn't think humans had horsecocks, too, did you?"
  5501. >Siltsong gave a bit of a chortle at the imagry, shaking her head in denial.
  5502. >With that out of the way, you did not wish to wait any longer to begin.
  5503. >Lining your crown up against her flower, you prepare to plunge into her equine depths.
  5504. >This time, though, you aimed to have more control.
  5505. >Letting what trickles of marecum remained from her previous, orally-induced orgasm coat your glans for an easier introduction, you give Siltsong a moment to brace before you made the first move.
  5506. >The mare in question had begun to gently rub herself against your tip, almost easing herself onto your length.
  5507. >To keep her from forcing yourself into her, you take hold of her legs near the fetlocks, and rest your thumbs gently in the frogs of her hooves.
  5508. >You know, that wedge of soft stuff behind all that dense, hard keratin.
  5509. >The reaction to your choice of action was immediate, a low, longing moan at the sensation of your thumbs pressing and rubbing against the soft flesh.
  5510. >Paired with the sudden rush of liquid excitement to further lubricate your intrusion and the winking of her equine clit, you believed you found a bit of a weak spot on your mare.
  5511. >Though, you would have to be pretty careful with such a region.
  5512. >Siltsong did tread on these hooves, and hurting her would make your cock softer than her flanks.
  5513. >Feeling that you had wasted enough time with internal dialogue, you give your mare a quick kiss before slowly but inexorably plunge into her flower.
  5514. >A low, throaty groan from the mare beneath you was what you were immediately rewarded with.
  5515. >What followed was the realization of just how wonderful it felt, the deliberate ministrations and forceful contractions of her marebits.
  5516. >You shuddered with carnal bliss, a lightning bolt of pleasure rushing through every fibre of your very being.
  5517. >While it was certainly tempting to just sit back and let your load be blown this way, where was the fun in that?
  5518. >To properly please your sweetheart, there would be more to it than just sitting back and cracking open a cold one.
  5519. >With a slow but steady pistoning of your hips, you drew back almost entirely out of Siltsong's parted equine slit.
  5520. >She met this initially with extreme reluctance, attempting to lock her legs around your waist.
  5521. >This time, you were prepared.
  5522. >Applying a very delicate amount of pressure to the frogs of her hind hooves, rubbing them with equally careful and deliberate motions, you dissuaded her from making that move.
  5523. >A whinnying, almost-scream of unconstrained arousal and maddening desire at your serendipitous touch was the first of many pleasant rewards for your efforts in breeding the mare.
  5524. >Siltsong's flower desperately attempted to draw you back in by itself, needing you to quench the flame that had been lit.
  5525. >And who were you to deny her?
  5526. >With another swift thrust, your hips meet with a delectable, audible smack, making your mare squeal and shudder in the most adorable way.
  5527. >Even when indulging in such carnal desires, these equines of the marshmallow vareity were just too damn cute.
  5528. >To distract from the possible rising of your blood sugar, you decide it would be best to work towards a crescendo of pounding your mare's nethers into intimately knowing the presence of your cock.
  5529. >And so, you would with gusto.
  5530. >Starting slow to ease Siltsong into the pace of it all, your thrusts occur with more regular and forceful rythmn and rhyme, keeping her hind legs spread excellently.
  5531. >The lascivious cacophony that already filled and resounded about the bedroom grew to new heights as the both of you indulged deeply in the pleasures of the flesh, unable to resist each other like this any longer.
  5532. >Not long had passed before the tempo quickened, the throaty groans and mareish squeals coming faster and faster with every minute.
  5533. >The only pause in that lurid opera for you was when you leaned down to give her a slipshod kiss, still ramming right home as a man possessed.
  5534. >These passionate, haphazard and impromptu moments would not last long at all, the demand for breathing too great in this flight of desire.
  5535. >It was even shorter for you to really work up a rapidity that you wouldn't have thought possible before.
  5536. >That constant stream of beautiful music helped drive you closer and closer to climax.
  5537. >Of course, you couldn't exclude the mind-numbingly ecstatic milking of Siltsong's passage was too much for you to handle.
  5538. >You could feel the throes of orgasm winding up for you with every thrust into the mare beneath you, and there was no hope in resisting.
  5539. >Releasing your stanglehold on her fetlocks, you instead repurpose where your hands should be by grabbing the earthen mare's flanks.
  5540. >Right upon the cutie marks.
  5541. >And giving them a squeeze with the strength of Zeus.
  5542. >As though she knew that you would soon fly over your peak with all the sublety of a squadron of fighter jets, Siltsong took the opportunity to lock her legs around your waist, ensuring that you'd have one and only one avenue of release.
  5543. >And in your lust-addled state, you didn't exactly possess the rationality to process anything other than sating that simmering, boiling-over desire.
  5544. >With one final, robust thrust, you slam yourself as deep as you could possibly go.
  5545. >Nearly screaming from the ecstasy, you feel the first molten jets of seed fire deep into Siltsong's fertile womb, painting it a creamy off-white.
  5546. >With every throb and pulse, Siltsong tightened the grasp of those lithe-yet-powerfully-built legs of hers for that moment, before temporarily loosening that hold on you.
  5547. >Only to repeat the process all over again as your mind was blown into space from the force of climax.
  5548. >You wanted this to never end.
  5549. >How could any man not want such pleasures to draw to a close?
  5550. >It wasn't within your purview as to how much longer you could possibly go on, though.
  5551. >With the final, pitiful trickles of virility coming to a close, so too did your release.
  5552. >That strategic nuttage was probably the most powerful orgasm you had ever had in your life.
  5553. >Though it had passed, a wonderfully-sweet afterlglow was upon you and your mare.
  5554. >Catching your breath, your eyes meet with Siltsongs, lost in their beauty as the afterglow waxed on.
  5555. >Feeling a tad sappy, you give your mare a gentle, more innocent kiss.
  5556. >While you were still buried deep inside her after two rounds of railing her.
  5557. >Such a gentlemanly course of action.
  5558. >Siltsong didn't seem to mind all that much, pushing into it ever so gently.
  5559. >It, like the earlier embraces during your copulation with her, was short for a need of air in the lungs.
  5560. >The smile you two shared with one another after it broke off was one of dumb happiness and fulfilment.
  5561. >All that tension had finally been released, and the both of you explored a new path of your relationship.
  5562. >Though...
  5563. >You were starting to feel a bit tired...
  5564. >Slowly, you withdrew your softening length from your mare's parted flower, seed and mare juices trailing out following the last inch of yourself exiting those velvety confines.
  5565. >Siltsong had whined softly, but you couldn't remain within her forever.
  5566. >Laying beside your mare after pulling out entirely, you draw her into a post-coitus spooning session.
  5567. >Supposing it was a fair tradeoff in this sensual atmosphere, she smiled softly and locked her forelegs around you as best she could.
  5568. >Sighing, you run your fingers through her messy, now-unkempt yellow-lilac mane.
  5569. >Siltsong was the first to speak up in that moment, nuzzling gently against your bare chest.
  5570. >"That was...amazing...thank you, so much, for that...my precious harmony..."
  5571. >You nod, beginning to play with one of her soft, fuzzy ears.
  5572. "Mhm...you were wonderful, sweetest..."
  5573. >After sounding a cute poner yawn, Siltsong gave you a chaste peck on the cheek.
  5574. >"I don't know about you, my precious harmony...but...that took a lot out of me...I think I'm going to take a nap now, if you don't mind..."
  5575. >Fussing her mane just a little bit, you give a small nod.
  5576. "Alright, Siltsong...go ahead and rest."
  5577. >Before she slipped into the realm of unconsciousness, your sweetheart whispered one last kindess nto your ear...
  5578. >"I love you, Anonymous...more than ponies love salt..."
  5579. >Your soft, dumb smile grew nice and bright, her words making your heart soar aflutter.
  5580. >You respond in kind, even if she couldn't exactly hear you right then.
  5581. "I love you, too, Siltsong...more than you could know..."
  5582. >Upon those words leaving your mouth, a realization dawned upon you.
  5583. >You were feeling a bit tired, as well, after that vigorous pounding away at your mare's plush backside.
  5584. >A nap didn't sound too bad, from where you stood...
  5585. >Drawing the blankets over the both of you, you give your sweetheart a final kiss on the forehead.
  5586. >Siltsong's smile grew a tad, and she pressed tighter against your body.
  5587. >All was as it should be in that moment.
  5588. >Love was in the air.
  5589. >Among a few other things, as well...
  5590. >Before any real concerns over the conesquences of your actions here could be formulated in your mind, you were out before you knew it.
  5591. >Slipping into that land of dreams almost unnoticed.
  5592. >~{Day 151}~
  5593. >Sleep had been very kind to you.
  5594. >After an evening of passionate sex with the mare you came to know and love, nothing had disturbed you from rest for the longest time.
  5595. >You even think you had a few nice dreams, to boot.
  5596. >...though, you really couldn't recall what any of them were.
  5597. >Or if you even had anything to begin with.
  5598. >Some nights were little more than a short intermission between days, finding yourself in bed with Siltsong as close as could be to you.
  5599. >Really, it was all quite grand regardless of your dream status.
  5600. >Of course, the sun did have a way of interrupting you quiet and pleasant time.
  5601. >As the golden-orange rays of sunlight trickled in through the window to the outside world, a fair number of them connected with your sleeping form.
  5602. >The sensation of new warmth radiating against your face coupled with the brightness of the celestial space heater in the sky caused you to stir.
  5603. >No matter how hard you asked to stay in dreamland, it looked like you would be getting up regardless.
  5604. >With a tiny sigh of defeat, your eyes flutter open, taking in the sights of the bedroom you and Siltsong shared.
  5605. >The gentle illumination of the morning light had only just begun to flood the room, basking it in a sort of strange, almost blueish light.
  5606. >It was starting to fade, giving way to the advancing vividness of the coming day ahead of you.
  5607. >Of course, the first thing you were really concerned about was your beloved.
  5608. >You felt that familiar sensation of her forelegs locked as best they could be around your chest.
  5609. >The warmth of your sweetest as she pressed her form against yours.
  5610. >Feeling her chest rise and fall softly, knowing she was resting soundly and easily.
  5611. >Glancing downwards, you saw her head nestled close to your heart and the softest, most sincere smile adorning her muzzle.
  5612. >Almost reflexively, you felt yourself starting to smile.
  5613. >Something about ponies, man.
  5614. >You could be having the worst day of your life, and they still brought joy.
  5615. >Your arms wrap around the sleeping, silvery mare under the covers, bringing her warmth just a hair closer to your core.
  5616. >Holding the sleeping Siltsong close, you gaze out to the world outside the slice of Saghai demesne and watch the sky color in its eerie, ghostly-blue canvas.
  5617. >The many clouds of a potentially snowy day lingered around, their pigment changing gradually from a smoky black to a brilliant white-gold.
  5618. >The day was beginning right in front of you as the sun inched above the horizon, and all the surprises that may lay in wait.
  5619. >As more rays of sunshine poured on in, something dawned in your mind, the germination of an idea.
  5620. >Though you disliked leaving your mare alone during these morning hours, wanting her to wake up knowing you were right at her side...
  5621. >Why not surprise her with a little morning treat?
  5622. >You were feeling a bit romantic, and that sounded a perfect plan if any such thing existed.
  5623. >Of course, it wasn't impossible to pick out issues in your grand scheme of things.
  5624. >You were definitely not wearing any clothes, being entirely bare should you slide the blankets off.
  5625. >Not even dealing with the cold, you would be leaving Siltsong behind if only for a moment.
  5626. >And that separation anxiety was taking its time to settle down.
  5627. >You do eventually muster the effort needed to get yourself out of bed, though.
  5628. >Carefully unwinding Siltsong's forelegs from your body - no small feat - you slide out from under the covers.
  5629. >And you began to immediately regret that decision.
  5630. >Both in part due to a small, sad whine from Siltsong, and the wave of frigid arctic air that had found a way inside.
  5631. >Moments after a seamy evening, it would be perfect to cool down with.
  5632. >However, your bare-ass body was not fond of being exposed to such temperatures after returning to that equilibrium it loved so much.
  5633. >You were quick to slip on a pair of comfortable, insulating pants for modesty's sake and not freezing your endowments off.
  5634. >Siltsong might appreciate that.
  5635. >Speaking of the mare in question...
  5636. >It seemed her smile had faded, as though she instinctually knew you were no longer there.
  5637. >Her legs were sprawled out over the heat left behind where you slept, it being the only remnant of your presence.
  5638. >It felt inadequate to leave Siltsong there like that.
  5639. >Quietly, you step towards the bedside, leaning over before giving your beloved a kiss on the forehead.
  5640. >Your fingers ran through her tangled and unkempt mane as the chaste kiss continued, before you inevitably parted from the innocent contact.
  5641. "Don't worry, Siltsong...I'll be back before you know it. I promise."
  5642. >You whisper gently into her ear, the feeling of warm breath and the sensation of sound reaching her fuzzy ear making it respond by twitching for a few short seconds.
  5643. >Before you began to wonder if she could even hear your words, Siltsong's smile returned again, just as lighthearted as before.
  5644. >Mission accomplished, Anon.
  5645. >Deftly, you step outside of the bedroom, careful to not wake the sleeping poner as you venture to the kitchens.
  5646. >The eased creaking of the staircase beneath gave you time to contemplate what you'd have planned for an early morning treat.
  5647. >Perhaps some tea would be just what Siltsong might want?
  5648. >Something warm and sweet to help get her on her hooves?
  5649. >That, and she just really loved the stuff.
  5650. >Shouldn't be too hard to make, either, so you wouldn't be tied up making it all morning.
  5651. >You sorta didn't want to keep her waiting, especially if she woke up in the time you were away.
  5652. >Upon arriving in Emee's sacred temple, you took inventory of what you'd be needing for making the beverage of choice.
  5653. >Teabags, a little bit of sugar, and water.
  5654. >It wasn't anything too fancy, because Jasmine became too pricy for regular consumption.
  5655. >At this point, making tea was a basic human function for you.
  5656. >Just like how preparing spaghetti was counted as such, for others.
  5657. >The whole process was well-imprinted, and passed quite uneventfully.
  5658. >Just one of those slow, wholesome activities to start your day with.
  5659. >When tea was ready and sweetened just right, you poured a glass for your mare before making the return trip upstairs.
  5660. >You couldn't go too fast, as balancing liquids is always a bitch.
  5661. >So, your venture back up to the room was slower than you'd want.
  5662. >As you rounded the threshold into the bedroom, you looked inside to see if Siltsong had gotten up.
  5663. >You breathed a sigh of relief, as she was still snoozing soundly, only having shifted her position to take her little pone snooze at the spot you once occupied.
  5664. >Nearing your sweetheart, your ears picked up Siltsong murmuring in her sleep.
  5665. >"Mrrh...my prince...where have you gone..."
  5666. >Setting the glass of warm tea down on a nightstand, you give her another little kiss on the forehead, scratching her mane's scalp gently.
  5667. "I'm right here, sweetest...I promise I won't leave you. Ever."
  5668. >Feeling your touch and hearing your voice, Siltsong's eyes tiredly fluttered open, lighting up almost visibly upon knowing you had not left.
  5669. >At least, not for any significant amount of time.
  5670. >"...you promise?"
  5671. >You nod, smiling bright for Siltsong.
  5672. "With all my heart, sweetest."
  5673. >Siltsong's violet eyes avert from your visage, a bright and iridescent blush now marking her muzzle.
  5674. >Her bedmane, all tangled up and disheveled, partially shrouded her eyes as they glanced elsewhere.
  5675. >Mission Accomplished - New Record!
  5676. >Remembering why you got out of bed in the first place, you take the glass of tea in hand and offer it to the sleepy little poner.
  5677. "I got you something...you sleep well, Siltsong?"
  5678. >Taking the glass with both hooves, she nodded in between taking a hearty gulp of the sweetened beverage.
  5679. >"I did...and thank you, my precious harmony..."
  5680. >You continue petting her mane, cautiously avoiding getting too caught in the knots of hair.
  5681. "You're welcome, Siltsong. I know it isn't your favorite, but I hope you like it just as good..."
  5682. >Setting the glass down on the mattress after downing the last of the drink, the mare in question waves dismissively.
  5683. >"It's alright, Anonymous. Just how things are, ever since the War began..."
  5684. >Silence soon fell upon the bedroom, topics of conversation fleeting from your mind.
  5685. >No worries, though.
  5686. >If you couldn't be bothered to know what to talk about, your mare knew just the thing.
  5687. >Tapping the glass with her hooves, Siltsong's eyes darted between you and some nondescript side.
  5688. >"So...uhm, about last night..."
  5689. >Memories of railing that velvety, perfectly-fitting horsepussy and an intense all-you-can-eat session alongside that sprang up to mind.
  5690. >You know, nothing to really get you all hot and bothered.
  5691. >Feeling some of that warmth travel upward as your face became a little flush with a blush, you nod along as this gem of a conversation began to unfold.
  5692. "What about it...?"
  5693. >The earth pone tapped the glass intermittently, the crimson tint of a blush started to deepen.
  5694. >"It was...I really loved it. I think I couldn't feel my back legs a couple of times..."
  5695. >Embarrassedly, Siltsong's smile turned a tad awkward as the discussion ventured into the lurid.
  5696. >She really considered your abilities that good?
  5697. >Well gorsh, that was something to get you all flustered over.
  5698. "Well...thanks...you were very nice, too, Siltsong. That was probably one of the best nights of my life."
  5699. >This kind of talk might be going better if the timing was a bit better...
  5700. >Like, whenever the sensual over-wash of an afterglow broke over the two of you.
  5701. >It would flow much, much smoother.
  5702. >Before the conversation got any more awkward, you blurt out the first thing that came to mind.
  5703. "So, uh...think we should probably take a shower, after all that?"
  5704. >You didn't know if it was true or not that ponies could smell what the two of you had been up to.
  5705. >But you'd rather not find out and embarrass both yourself and the aristocratic mare you spent the night lost in passions for one another.
  5706. >Siltsong did not hesitate in concurring, giving a nod in agreement.
  5707. >"That might be for the best, my precious harmony. Do you think that maybe...we could do it together...?"
  5708. >The mare partially beneath the covers looks up to you with a hopeful look in her captivating eyes.
  5709. >Gears were turning in your head, mulling over the question.
  5710. >Of course, your answer was predetermined from the moment her words entered your mind.
  5711. "Sure, don't see why not. I think the shower can fit two comfortably, can it?"
  5712. >Smiling brightly, your mare kicked off the rest of the covers that lay atop her form, eager to wash away the filth leftover from a steamy night.
  5713. >"Absolutely, it can! At least, I think so...it's a fairly large shower for just one mare..."
  5714. >Only one way to properly find out.
  5715. >The moment you heard your mare's hooves contact the floor with a resounding 'clop,' she trotted to your side as you stood.
  5716. >When at your side, Siltsong locked her forelegs around your waist, giving you a jubilant nuzzle as she stood on her back hooves.
  5717. >Her smile was perfectly dopey and sweet, innocent in her desire to share affection with the duet to her life-song.
  5718. >Unable to resist, you pat her head and scritch behind the ears.
  5719. >Siltsong murrs in delight, holding on as snug and tight to you.
  5720. >She couldn't keep this up forever, soon letting her front hooves meet with the ground once again.
  5721. >And as much as you'd adore the opportunity, you think washing off the residue of sweat from last night's ball-slapping, primal sex-o-rama might have a degree of precedence.
  5722. >With your lead, Siltsong follows to the mythical realm of the bathroom.
  5723. >You noticed that she had a sort of spring to her step, tempered only by her recent arrival into the waking world.
  5724. >Close to you as could be, not wanting the other half of her heart separate.
  5725. >There had been enough of those days already.
  5726. >Arriving at the door, you exercise some dank courtesy by holding it open for your sweetheart.
  5727. >You know, the little things.
  5728. >Siltsong gave you a sweet, polite smile, thanking your courtesy.
  5729. >Felt pretty nice, but not too nice.
  5730. >The midly-interesting middle ground.
  5731. >As your mare trotted onward, your eyes almost reflexively drifted to her...
  5732. >Wide and bountiful tracts of land.
  5733. >On a scale of how interested you were in this kind of agriculture, your name might as well be Old MacDonald.
  5734. >You could feel the familiar sensation of blood travelling south, as well as north as you began to feel a tad heated.
  5735. >It wasn't exactly shame that came with this feeling, but...
  5736. >You feel it could be at a more opportune moment, than this.
  5737. >With the sheer willpower available to you, whatever quantity that may be, you attempt to focus your attention on other thoughts.
  5738. >Try and dispel some of that non-Christian imagry playing out in your mind.
  5739. >Though, with that alluring gait, every subtle movement of her hips...
  5740. >It all seemed far too enticing for you to do so.
  5741. >After closing the door quietly behind yourself, the rush of water surged forth from the showerhead, and steam began to fill the bathroom as an obscuring mist.
  5742. >Siltsong beckoned you over with a wave, and you wouldn't refuse the invitation.
  5743. >Your mare entered the shower first as you stripped, sighing as she relaxed under the deluge of hot water.
  5744. >Not choosing to freeze-dry yourself, you instead elect to properly join your mare.
  5745. >Crossing the veil, you are met with a sight unrivaled by anything before.
  5746. >Siltsong had already soaked her coat and wet her mane, managing to attain an unbelievably desirable appearance.
  5747. >Smiling softly with contentment in that moment of feeling the water splash over her, Siltsong's mane had been set back to straight, long and flowing.
  5748. >Water dripped from her form as she reached for some of that shampoo, specifically for her mane.
  5749. >Given that she had a coat of fur, you'd assume that all their soap would be one of those three-in-one combos for especially lazy people back on Earth.
  5750. >Apparently, things were complicated.
  5751. >They always were.
  5752. >Undoubtedly, those turbo-combo all-in-one washes did still exist for those ponies out there who really didn't give a shit anymore.
  5753. >Or didn't have the ponebux for all that 'spensive stuff.
  5754. >Following the arrival of human husbandos in lonely mares' areas, plenty of more 'human-oriented' goodies and goodie shops were springing up.
  5755. >Siltsong cleared her throat to get your attention.
  5756. >Fuck, did you just slide into the pedantic realm once again?
  5757. "Yeah? What is it, Siltsong?"
  5758. >Her mane was all soapy, the white foam taking its time to soak right in.
  5759. >"Anonymous? Can you help me with my tail? It's...well...unless a mare's an amazing gymnist or has an exceptionally-long of a tail, it can be difficult."
  5760. >Well, that was an interesting perdicament earth ponies - and, presumably pegasi - had to endure.
  5761. "Sure, I can, sweetest. Need me to help out with anything else?"
  5762. >Siltsong shrugged, pointing out which soaps did the proper things for maximum cleaning per kilonewton/joule.
  5763. >"If you want, you can also help with other places back there. This particular shampoo is meant for manes and tails, while that one is reserved for a mare's coat."
  5764. >Even though you were pretty sure these things came with labels, a good refresher course on listening was always nice.
  5765. >Of course, you were going to start with the tail, what she specifically requested first.
  5766. >Taking hold of the bottle of over-priced cleaning fluids, you squeeze out a healthy heaping dollop into your hand.
  5767. >Then, with the enthusiasm of a Jew who realized those shiny specks in the bottom of the public fountain were actually coins, you rub those two hands you were given together.
  5768. >By the power of the force of friction - and other complicated processes - liquid soap turned into foamy soap.
  5769. >Within this opportune moment, you grab the braided poner tail, lathering it up with vigor.
  5770. >You weren't exactly sure how exactly you should wash a braided ponytail, but you thought this might be how it worked.
  5771. >And if you were messing up, you would be certain that Siltsong would voice a complaint.
  5772. >Speaking of which...
  5773. >Every now and again, you admittedly had pulled her tail.
  5774. >Perhaps a little too forcefully to be considered just trying to soak some of that soap in.
  5775. >Siltsong shuddered before standing still, a yelp of surprise escaping her lips.
  5776. >You immadeiately stop, unsure if you had accidentally hurt your mare.
  5777. "Are you alright, sweetest? Did that hurt?"
  5778. >Your heart was almost in your throat, eagerly awaiting her response.
  5779. >She did nod after a moment, offering you reprieve from feeling the less-than-pleasant sensation of knowing you hurt your special someone.
  5780. >"I-I'm...I'm fine, Anonymous. You aren't hurting me at all, so d-don't worry about it, okay?"
  5781. >Her smile reassured you, calming those activated concerns.
  5782. >You were debating as to whether or not the visible blush on her muzzle was anything more, or just Siltsong being her usual blushy self.
  5783. >If memory served correctly, your mare was a bit of a stickler for that sappy stuff.
  5784. >You decide to tuck the matter away, focusing instead on making sure this tail would be so clean and gorgeous, all the other mares would wonder just what she used.
  5785. >Since this wasn't some boring advertisement, you didn't have to shill for this slightly sweet-fragranced shit.
  5786. >And in time, you had lathered her tail up as thorough as could be, letting it do its cleansing sorcery.
  5787. >And with that out of the way, you decided you'd help out a little more.
  5788. >Couldn't hurt that much to go the extra mile, now could it?
  5789. >Whippin' out some of that technical body wash, you realise something.
  5790. >You were on eye level with some sweet pony ass.
  5791. >And you were probably going to be feeling it up, should you follow through with some of that extra assistance.
  5792. >Was this all a part of her master plan?
  5793. >Because, if so...
  5794. >Siltsong was a damn genius.
  5795. >However, it might not be the best idea to jump to conclusions.
  5796. >Instead, you start safe with her fetlocks.
  5797. >Since these weren't unshorn, like some scandalous and deviant mares were known to do, there wasn't much to it.
  5798. >Hell, you were done with them after a nice, few delicate motions.
  5799. >From then on, you slowly worked up her legs.
  5800. >Thinner than a fair number of other mares, but yet so powerful.
  5801. >Graceful in appearance, but possessing surprising raw strength.
  5802. >A poeticly perfect balance
  5803. >You supposed you were a leg-loving man, now.
  5804. >Or had been, if they attracted this much attention from you in the past months.
  5805. >The further you worked up from Siltsong's fetlocks, up towards her haunches, the more you could just barely sense her body starting to quake at your touch.
  5806. >The closer your fingers traced to her haunches, especially when you were just about to reach her floral cutie mark, the more pronounced this sensation became.
  5807. >Hell, whenever you started working that soap in around her mark, she gasped softly, her legs shaking.
  5808. >Either this definitely was the plan, getting you caught like this, or she was really really really starved for some sexual contact.
  5809. >Again, you certainly were one to talk.
  5810. >Try as you might to put up some resistance to your desires, it was of little use.
  5811. >You were unable to resist the succulent pony butt.
  5812. >As the water from on high blasted away the layer of soapy foam with a light deluge, you let your hands roam upwards, letting your palms be filled with malleable, plush pony posterior.
  5813. >The light moan that slipped throuh Siltsong's lips as you gave it a gentle-but-firm squeeze was akin to hearing the delightful sounds of a masterfully-manipulated instrument.
  5814. >A song unrivaled by any other.
  5815. >Your fingers dig in, some of the supple flesh molding around through the gaps in your fingers.
  5816. >You couldn't help but to appreciate and explore these wondrous, magnificent orbs.
  5817. >They broadened your horizons from west to...further west.
  5818. >Under this thorough inspection, you determined that Siltsong had best butt.
  5819. >There were many similar to it.
  5820. >They challenged its legitimacy to the title, aiming to stake their claim.
  5821. >But, just like they did, their claim fell flat.
  5822. >The more you thought about it, was there really anything about your mare that you didn't have a deep-seated love for?
  5823. >It certainly would be incredibly difficult for you to decide if anything about her held precedence over anything else.
  5824. >If you were assigned to describe it all, there would have to be a maximum word cap.
  5825. >Glancing away from such a mangificent, enrapturing view, you observe how Siltsong was taking to the act.
  5826. >Face down and booty still firmly within your hands, she looked back to you, biting down on her foreleg.
  5827. >"W-Well? Are you going to get s-started? Or are you s-simply teasing me?"
  5828. >Following her subtle request for you to do something other than appreciate mighty mare haunches, you move her braided tail aside.
  5829. >Siltsong's clit was quick to jut outwards, winking as though reflecting her impatience for you to get started.
  5830. >Of course, you would fulfill her request.
  5831. >...right after some all-important foreplay.
  5832. >Underestimating its value would be a little silly.
  5833. >Diving right in, you open by giving the dripping, equine slit before you a proper cursory lick.
  5834. >The exotic-yet-familiar taste of mare pre coated your tastebuds, bringing to mind memories of last night.
  5835. >In the middle of continuing your quest of becoming a horsepussy sommolier, you felt her somewhat heart-shaped clitty giving you a little smooch right beneath your lower lip.
  5836. >And suddenly, an idea germinated within your mind.
  5837. >A wonderful, horribly terrific idea.
  5838. >Giving more vigorous licks in between the first contact of her equine clit, you wait for the opportune moment when it would jut out again to wink.
  5839. >The moment it did, you began to suckle at it as though you were a babe at their mother's teat, but you wouldn't try and keep it there forever.
  5840. >You might just cause some damage that way.
  5841. >The reaction from Siltsong was almost immediate.
  5842. >She moaned to the heavens, almost curtailing towards a scream at the end when you resumed further tongue-based appreciation of the marevag.
  5843. >Siltsong had tried to remain a little modest and quiet last night, but now?
  5844. >Nothing was held back, secure that no one and no pony else would be trying to see what the aristocratic mare and her future hubby would be doing in the shower.
  5845. >Knowing just how much she was loving it made you continue the act of foreplay past your intended deadline.
  5846. >In an almost idal ebbing and flowing, you would give a proper servicing of her velevety equine slit, waiting for her to wink once again.
  5847. >As it did, you would rapidly switch your focus, vigorously suckling at the incredibly-sensitive bud before it returned to its confines.
  5848. >You lost count of how many times exactly this process repeated.
  5849. >It felt that fulfilling to see her writhe in bliss, her mind almost fried from the pleasure of your service.
  5850. >You did eventually tap the brakes, thinking the foreplay should stop before Siltsong would be thrown over her limit.
  5851. >Of course, she did whine in protest.
  5852. >"A-Anon...why did you st-stop? It was feeling so good..."
  5853. >The sensation of your cock's 'crown' against her netherlips quelled her qualms with a murr of boiling-hot arousal.
  5854. >Siltsong would not wait too long for you to make the first move.
  5855. >Before you could react, her hips were brought down, spearing herself on your length.
  5856. >The mare beneath you groaned in satisfaction, her expression that of dumbstruck ecstasy.
  5857. >It took only but a moment for the sensation of her equine slit parting, her velvety walls being fit around your shaft like a glove of silk to reach the pleasure centers of your mind.
  5858. >Unimaginable bliss was then quantumnly beamed throughout every fibre of your being.
  5859. >You moan and shudder as such pleasure raced through your body, compelling you to dive deeper into the new addition to your morning ritual.
  5860. >One that would be most welcome for a change in life's pace.
  5861. >Placing your hands firmly on her cutie marks with a resounding smack, you take hold of each perfectly-sculpted flank.
  5862. >So perfectly supple and tender, yet with a healthy layer of muscle beneath.
  5863. >Not to keep her waiting, you took up the reins and began to piston your hips, pulling almost entirely out of her equine depths before slamming yourself back in to the hilt.
  5864. >The lurid, wet slap of your pelvis meeting Siltsong's haunches rang out almost as beautifully as her high-pitched moan of sated lust.
  5865. >Her singing voice may have been that of an angel, but you were wondering if this was what true music sounded like.
  5866. >Symphonic and natural, directed by passion and not methodology.
  5867. >Your own utterings of untempered arousal added to this sort of melody, thanks in no small part to your sweetheart's clenching and ministrations against your shaft.
  5868. >Even after last night's passionate rutting, her depths hungered...
  5869. >For more.
  5870. >Of course, you obliged in satiating the burning need your mare possessed with every vicious pounding.
  5871. >With every evermore fervid thrust, Siltsong was drawn closer to the crescendo of climax.
  5872. >You had found an apparent weakness in ramping up the ante with your eating of the marevag.
  5873. >Taking a mental note of it as you hammered away at her plush posterior, you felt your own stamina starting to fail you.
  5874. >Soon, you would be in the throes of your own orgasm, Siltsong's sex milking you with every intent to claim her prize.
  5875. >Feeling a bit experimental in the meantime, you take hold of her tail, and give a mighty-but-not-too-mighty-there-heman yank.
  5876. >With an initially-startled yelp, the silvery mare beneath you almost screamed in unimaginable sexual elation.
  5877. >Her velvety walls contracted and convulsed, a rush of marecum following as Siltsong writhed in orgasm.
  5878. >Siltsong's body worked overtime to bring you to your own climax, impatiently demanding you sow your seed in her fertile womb.
  5879. >You would not deny the friendly request.
  5880. >Still keeping firm hold of her tail like a rope, you plow Siltsong's luscious passage with the might of Zeus as you rapidly ascended the path to orgasmic bliss.
  5881. >Every thrust felt magical, made even moreso when you heard Siltsong whinny in overstimulation, her mind going haywire as pleasure overwhelmed her senses.
  5882. >You had no ability to hold back.
  5883. >Your hips colliding with that perfectly-plump mare ass one last time with a lewd, loud and wet slap, you give in to your carnal desires with a primal, low groan.
  5884. >On the heels of each throb and preceding short thrust, your seed painted her depths a rich, alabaster.
  5885. >Your mind was on another level of existence at the moment, any of your utterings were but incoherent babble.
  5886. >It felt as though every climactic orgasm shared with your lover was more than a temporary high.
  5887. >Engaging in such a personal and intimate act, the copulation of your passions and love for one another...
  5888. >There wasn't anything you could do that would make you feel closer to the mare you loved in that moment.
  5889. >Then more than ever, your mare's majesty certainly shone more luminous, your love for her abounding to new heights.
  5890. >Though your love was undying, the instant of orgasmic high fading into a distant afterglow.
  5891. >Overwhlemed by the sudden influx of the shared afterglow taking its hold of you, you pull out, sitting down as the rush permeates your being.
  5892. >It did give you a chance to admire your handiwork, however.
  5893. >Siltsong's hind legs quivered from the rutting you offered, her breathing labored from the demands of a frenzied rutting.
  5894. >The most lurid of sights from your purview was witnessing a rivulet of your cum trickling from her parted equine sex, it instilling a slight sense of pride alongside a tinge of arousal.
  5895. >You couldn't muster another round so soon, though.
  5896. >Besides, wasn't there something you needed to take care of?
  5897. >Like, a daily cleansing activity to wash off filth instead of accumulate it?
  5898. >What's that called, again?
  5899. >The word escaped you.
  5900. >With your mind clearing as the afterglow subsided, you got up to resume what you originally came here for.
  5901. >...but not before giving your sweetheart a kiss right on the cutie mark.
  5902. >Her little shudders and soft moans were just the cutest.
  5903. >And you thought it was the best way of showing your affection, at the time.
  5904. >A warm, cherry-red blush spanned across her muzzle and face, not hidden by the steam or her wet coat.
  5905. >Her precious smile spoke more than words ever could.
  5906. >Right as the water was starting to turn into liquid helium, the both of you actually finished washed up instead of just spending that time fucking.
  5907. >One had to be traded off for another.
  5908. >While Siltsong was undergoing the admittedly lengthy process of having her hoofmaids help her with getting a little more ready for the day, you were not troubled by such necessities.
  5909. >Instead, yours were to see what news or mail came your way.
  5910. >And as you arrived at the shrine at the center of the courtyard, it looked like some had come.
  5911. >You were wondering when some news would come from the Saghaic front.
  5912. >Taking a little stroll on over, you crack open the cold scroll and see if you understood everything fully.
  5913. >There were a lot of intimidating, big boy words.
  5914. >Your caveman-lookin' ass was feelin' a bit brave, though.
  5915. >Looked like this was meant specifically for Siltsong.
  5916. >Intredasting.
  5917. >It also dropped an instance of 'the Emperor,' alongside mentions of battle and glory.
  5918. >Piecing it together with the House of Wisdom up there, you'd assume this was from a general who really, really liked honor an' shiet.
  5919. >Skipping over the words you had no fucking idea about, you spotted who exactly sent it.
  5920. >A pone by the name of Spirited Charge.
  5921. >As the realization dawned, you heard the rapport of hoofsteps.
  5922. >"Has something arrived, Anonymous?"
  5923. >Siltsong questioned, supposing that was why you were there.
  5924. >You nod, presenting her the scroll.
  5925. "Looks like something from your brother, Spirited Charge."
  5926. >Her ears perking up, Siltsong seemed quite excited to read it over.
  5927. >"Dear Sister; I write to you with great jubilance, as our armies have finally met with the foreign despoilers! I have led a successful, glorious charge in the first confrontation within our sacred eastern lands! In the name of Ezenii Gashuudal, Son of Heaven and Emperor of the Saghai, our forces shall prevail with honor and courage. With rifle, pike, and sabre will drive them from our shores. This first battle at the hills of Khil Khyazgaar must be indicative of their weakness to come. Before long, I will stand among the victorious Bannerponies at the gates of the Crystal Castle. Best Wishes, Spirited Charge, Commander of the Yellow Banner."
  5928. >For a long moment, there was silence as you digested the extended version of all that info.
  5929. >Then, the first question of yours came to mind.
  5930. "Is he really like that?"
  5931. >Siltsong was a little unsure of how to answer, her expression that of debating the idea.
  5932. >Eventually, your aristocratic mare did concede, nodding slowly.
  5933. >"The eldest of my brothers is...a bit of a blowhard, like that."
  5934. >You supposed that every family had their quirks.
  5935. >Sometimes, they were really big quirks.
  5936. >And if the war was going to start heating up again, it might as well start with a bit of bombastic blather.
  5937. >~{Day 183}~
  5938. >A few weeks passed since Spirited Charge let his...bombastic personality be known to you through text.
  5939. >Though the war was on, each horse in the race to domineer one another, it would seem that nothing too interesting had happened on the Saghaic front.
  5940. >You supposed he hadn't done anything worthy of being deemed glorious or of significant recognition.
  5941. >Then again, telling you and Siltsong he was on the move probably was quite boring in comparison.
  5942. >If anything, looking over supply manifests were probably more entertaining than just telling you Spirited Charge was trotting to the next battle.
  5943. >Ready to flaunt his prowess for aggressive, shock combat like a peacock setting its feathers on display for all to admire its grandeur.
  5944. >But for now, it was time for the less-than-interesting aspect of warfare.
  5945. >Well, unless you were an accountant who had a fat hard-on for comparing the stocks of certain armaments and their effectiveness on the battlefield, plus a more detailed examination at what was really the "best."
  5946. >In the time of tribulations and trials over yonder in Equestria, it was safe to say that much more riveting news would be coming in soon.
  5947. >At the moment, you and Siltsong were out and about, a day on the town of Canterlot.
  5948. >Bein' a little real with yourself for a minute, you couldn't spend every minute of every day in the Embassy's bedroom.
  5949. >Internet didn't exist here in Equestria, and it was good to get out and stretch your legs.
  5950. >Alongside that astute observation, it was an absolutely gorgeous day that couldn't be wasted indoors.
  5951. >The cloud covert had finally parted for the first time in a very long while.
  5952. >Vast, rich cobalt-blue spanned the skies with the golden Sun as the radiant setting in that heavenly crown.
  5953. >Despite the wintry chill that snaked throughout the streets, its icy grasp still evident as it had ever been, the day was one amongst the few truly idyllic instances since your arrival in this war-torn Equestria.
  5954. >As you and your beloved fiance strolled about the town, you felt her side press affectionately against your leg.
  5955. >Not enough to topple you, but clearly showing her mareish affection.
  5956. >A small, soft smile adorning your features, you pet her right between the ears as smooth mane runs between your fingers.
  5957. >Siltsong cooed contentedly, her head pressing against your hand as you gave her a good petting.
  5958. >While that familiar warmth surged from within, the voice of a younger pony nearby was calling your attention.
  5959. >"...Canterlot Courant exclusive! Commander Rainbow Dash fights back against King Sombra! New Commander sent west! All this and more in this exclusive issue!"
  5960. >Hearing the rounding call of the papercolt, it seemed a lot was in store for your next read.
  5961. >Parting from your mare for just a moment, you squaddle on over to acquire the new paper.
  5962. "How much for a copy?"
  5963. >You question, withdrawing your coin purse whilst you await for the papercolt to list the price for an issue.
  5964. >The young colt gives you a wide smile, eager to make his next sale to you.
  5965. >"Only two bits, Mister! You really don't wanna miss anything today!"
  5966. >Forking over the penance for the news, the unicorn colt hoofs over the latest in the Canterlot Courant's publication to you in the glow of his magic.
  5967. >"Pleasure doing business with ya, Mister!"
  5968. >Giving him a nod as you take it in hand, the papercolt waves goodbye before returning to his routine.
  5969. >Returning to your Siltsong, she tilted her head as her curiosity was made apparent.
  5970. >"What does it say, Anonymous? Anything we ought to know?"
  5971. >Rather than slapping her with what the both of you likely overheard, you unfurl the newspaper to see if anything else would catch the fancy of you and your mare.
  5972. >The feature title was, of course, pertaining to the sudden advance of Equestria's Royal Guard.
  5973. >'Royal Guard Fights Back, Commander to Retake Northern Badlands,' enthusiastically read the headline.
  5974. >You supposed some pony was moving up in the world.
  5975. >Last when the story of the Easternmost Front was brought to your attention, she was but a Lieutenant.
  5976. >Apparently, the previous commander had resigned from their post following concerns brought up about their health.
  5977. >Must have been a military leader from neolithic times, back when they were still whacking each other over the head with wooden clubs and shit.
  5978. >Naturally, Dash was expected to rise up to the challenge and fill the vacuum left behind after the previous leader abdicated.
  5979. >Which, of course, she did end up doing.
  5980. >Her distaste for being on the defensive for so long had finally crystallized with her first action as commandant of all things on the Eastern Front - launch the first real counteroffensive against Sombra's forces.
  5981. >The 'Northern Badlands,' as that papercolt had termed it, had been lost in the opening stages of the Crystal War.
  5982. >Locked within a mountain basin, it was shielded from several angles of attack and served as a well-fortified staging ground for King Sombra's puppeteered crystal ponies to assault Equestria's eastern lands.
  5983. >With its location so close to the main rail lines between the interior heartland of Equestria to the far-flung cities of Manehattan, Fillydelphia and Baltimare, its strategic validity for capture could not be ignored.
  5984. >From what could be cleared to print, it seemed the decision to strike back was succeeding in its early stages.
  5985. >Perhaps the opposing forces had not predicted such a bold maneuver, perhaps Rainbow Dash knew exactly where to break the entrenched crystal ponies.
  5986. >Either way, it was just the remarkable success necessary to give hope to all under the Sun Princess' stewardship.
  5987. >Believe it or not, being dealt so many backhand blows, one immediately after the other and losing ground day after day didn't exactly feel good.
  5988. >Though, other than that, other news was sparse about conflict flaring up again out East.
  5989. >Turning your attention elsewhere, you wanted to see the new face in charge.
  5990. >In lieu of the previous timid leadership of the last general, Princess Celestia had...reassigned another pony to take charge out there.
  5991. >A promising new Commander by the name of Twilight Sparkle.
  5992. >Fresh out of the military academy and a bit by the books, there were some concerns that this wouldn't change much.
  5993. >However, Celestia had plenty of faith in her new subordinate general, believing that Commander Twilight could change the situation in the West.
  5994. >The general that had come before her was given a lateral "promotion" by being sent to garrison the southern frontiers.
  5995. >They wouldn't be protecting the absolute frontiers of the Kingdom, such as the Hayseed Swamps, the Forbidden Jungle, or the Badlands proper.
  5996. >It made at least some sense, given that it was so far out of the way and to guard it would stretch the front lines much more than they honestly needed to be.
  5997. >What precious horsepower the Royal Guard had at its disposal, it wasn't to be wasted whenever it could be better used elsewhere.
  5998. >Those living at the Southern-Southwestern fringes wouldn't enjoy the security of the Royal Guard, an unfortunate implication that was brought to light in the compromises made to win this war.
  5999. >Another snippet of news came from the Western Front, mentioning that the battle for Los Pegasus had begun in earnest.
  6000. >Technically, it had been going on following the crossing of the river weeks ago, as the resulting siege began.
  6001. >The defenders of the city had not been spending their time gambling and drinking, as they had constructed some impressive fortifications in the time that it took for the brainwashed crystal ponies to meet them there.
  6002. >With the abundant supplies of Los Pegasus and the sweltering desert to punish the invader, it was to be a grueling affair for the Dark Tyrant.
  6003. >Reports had surfaced that the crystal ponies had attempted an assault to breach the pallisade.
  6004. >It was defeated and repelled through tenacity, courage, and a healthy garrison.
  6005. >Outside of the smaller skirmishes happening elsewhere along the front line, a new flight wing had made itself quite known.
  6006. >An aerial group known as the Shadowbolts - presumably a bootleg of the Wonderbolts - had been contracted by the crown to serve as the Wonderbolts did.
  6007. >However, their skills in flight manifested...differently.
  6008. >Whereas the Wonderbolts had been doing vital reconnaissance missions, the Shadowbolts played a more directly offensive hand.
  6009. >According to the Canterlot Courant, they acted as an "Aerial Grenadier" wing.
  6010. >So...the closest they had to bombers?
  6011. >You mentally shrugged, leaving it up for more pedantic individuals than yourself to decide the matter.
  6012. >Anywho, the Shadowbolts were sometimes referred to as the Night Witches.
  6013. >Namely, because of their penchant to prefer - yes, you guessed it - night raids.
  6014. >Striking when the Sun went down, they utilized hoof grenades to terrorize and decimate their opponents from the air.
  6015. >These weren't the pineapple-lookin' motherfuckers, no, these were the classic black round balls with a fuse long enough to make sense for air attacks.
  6016. >The kind that was probably just as good at killing the sender than the recipient of the package.
  6017. >And, unfortunately, there were a couple reported...accidents.
  6018. >Disregarding the danger, these gutsy poners served with distinction, their mettle was without question.
  6019. >These Shadowbolts - or Night Witches, whichever you preferred for coolification maximus - did have a newfound intraservice rivalry with the Wonderbolts.
  6020. >So far, it appeared "friendly" enough to not hinder operational integrity.
  6021. >Hopefully, it would simply remain as that.
  6022. >And with that, there was little other brought up from the frontlines.
  6023. >This was not to discredit the homefront, by any means.
  6024. >The most critical news was that the shipments from the other side of the Celestial Sea had been arriving.
  6025. >Supplies arrived from Griffonstone, taking stress off their many inhabitants.
  6026. >With the issue of an internal refugee crisis, it mattered now more than ever.
  6027. >The relative safety of Eastern Equestria due to the lessened risk of an incursion from the Crystal Empire had drawn them like moths to a flame, though it had been a herculean task to find a place for them to stay.
  6028. >Hell, even feeding the mass influx had become a trying matter.
  6029. >Machinations out of their control had, at first, damned them...
  6030. >Now, one might be able to hope that they would keep looking up for them.
  6031. >Those displaced ponies didn't need to suffer any more than they already had.
  6032. >Flipping through the rest of the pages, you had a hard time finding anything else of interest.
  6033. >All that remained were just..ads and little snippets of local happenings.
  6034. >Nothing that seemed to really enrapture you, to be frank.
  6035. "Well, it looks like the War's turning around, at least here in Equestria. Don't know if that's a fair call to make yet, but it's out there for thought."
  6036. >Siltsong's ears stood at attention, the news having definitely intrigued her.
  6037. >"How so, my precious harmony? Equestria has been on the receiving end of the Crystal 'Empire's' blows this whole time."
  6038. >Feeling that special little thing called hope swelling from within your bosom at the bulletin, you gave your take on the matter.
  6039. "Well first off, those supplies you helped negotiate over some weeks ago with those hookbeaks are helping relieve the suffering of a lot of ponies. That alone goes very far."
  6040. >Reminded of her accomplishment, Siltsong shyly pawed at the ground with a hoof, tracing it in circles.
  6041. >"It was a group effort, more than anything, Anonymous...I played my part, as did the others at that bargaining table."
  6042. >For representing one of the key players in this war, Siltsong was quick to shift the focus from herself.
  6043. >Did she not like it when someone brought up her achievements?
  6044. "And, there is also all that hubbub about Rainbow's counterattack. So far, it's going good, and Twilight's taking charge out west."
  6045. >Your aristocratic mare had never heard that name in the time she had been situated in Canterlot, judging by the surprise plasterd across her face.
  6046. >"Twilight? Who might she be? I don't think I've heard her name before, and if I have, I've certainly forgotten it by now."
  6047. >Glancing back to the headlines, you reread to make sure you gathered the details correctly.
  6048. "She's a native Canterlot unicorn, attended the School for Gifted Unicorns before she, y'know, took up the reins of joining military academia. Princess Celestia has a lot of good to say about her; 'a natural, born leader and a penchant for organizing ponies,' if this quote is to be believed."
  6049. >Taking in every word of detail, Siltsong mulled over the snippets of information she had received.
  6050. >"I think I see what you're getting at now, Anonymous..."
  6051. >Whilst she glanced about the gathering of Canterlot unicorns coming from all around, forming a small crowd as they got their daily dose of information, you directed your attention back momentarily to the Courant in your hand.
  6052. >As you had sifted through it to find an extended passage about Twilight Sparkle's new role as a commander, another little tidbit of something captured your attention.
  6053. >From the thin sliver of information that you saw, it appeared to be some kind of event.
  6054. >It did require a bit of searching, as it was buried between the major headlines and other local happenings.
  6055. >You were eventually successful in your quest to find what it was, nestled amongst the notices for such marvelous inventions that overcomplicated a simple process.
  6056. >At the Canterlot Opera House, a special performance was going to be orchestrated by a very talented bunch of hoofers.
  6057. >Didn't sound strict to the libretti and its musical tradition, but they did say it was a special main act.
  6058. >"The King's Long Dream," it was called.
  6059. >Aside from a very abstract title, the notice explained it would be showing for about a week or two, as well as the lead performers.
  6060. >There was, included, some fine print that you could just barely make out.
  6061. >However, with your CSI forensics unit, you had the ability to accomplish the impossible.
  6062. >You could enhance that image, clean it up a little bit more.
  6063. >Throw in a bit of color contrast between the text and backdrop, for good measure.
  6064. >Oh, and you squinted, turning the thing a few degrees clockwise and counterclockwise alongside that.
  6065. >Hey, look, a mission statement!
  6066. >Or something.
  6067. >'For a limited time, we extend a hoof to all who will come to a one-of-a-kind performance in the coming days. "The King's Long Dream" is a story of ambition, power, valiance, betrayal, vengeance - all this and more in a mystifying, ancient epic.'
  6068. >And that was about all they could fit in for the description.
  6069. >Not that it wasn't impressive, given the large amount of characters.
  6070. >Good thing you knew how to say 'enhance' and pretend squinting magnified the image to some degree.
  6071. >Your interested had been piqued, as it seemed like they really wanted people and ponies to come.
  6072. >Mulling it around, an epiphany crossed your mind.
  6073. >If it was relatively open, the show sounded as if it might be something interesting to do.
  6074. >Mayhaps the opera was a little bit of an upper-crust activity, but as that may be...
  6075. >Why not see how it might be?
  6076. >Attend the show with your sweetheart, and spend the day together like that?
  6077. >Beat just wandering aimlessly and hoping you'd find something to do in this Ivory Capital, didn't it?
  6078. "Hey, sweetest? You wanna go check out this show at the Opera House?"
  6079. >A question out of the blue, Siltsong was reasonably perplexed.
  6080. >"Oh? What's showing, Anonymous? Didn't take you as one for the opera."
  6081. >Directing her to the plug for the showing, you point to where you think the name was with your index finger.
  6082. "'The King's Long Dream,' you know anything about it? They seem very proud to be hosting it."
  6083. >Between hearing the name of the act and her reaction to it, there was but a few seconds of contemplation.
  6084. >Your sweetheart was awash with excitement, the name of the event striking some familiarity with the mare.
  6085. >"That show? I've been meaning to see it for some time, but I haven't seen any openings in so long! Other ponies have had a lot of good to say about it, in recesses of negotiations and mettings."
  6086. >Witnessing her immense jubilance at the idea of having some free time to catch a showing of 'The King's Long Dream,' you thought you had found the perfect activity for both you and your mare to share.
  6087. "Why not finally go see it together? It's the perfect time for all that."
  6088. >Lightly leaping and abounding with joy, in place, Siltsong gave a very enthused nod of approval.
  6089. >"You're right, Anonymous! Let's get going, before we miss a chance to see it!"
  6090. >A happy pony was a cute pony; going by that indisputable, wholly factual and rigorously-tested formula, Siltsong was absolutely adorable in that moment.
  6091. >Given that you loved to see her happy, that radiant and gorgeous smile, it would not do to errantly wait around and admire the crowd coming for news.
  6092. >And so, with Siltsong by your side, a man and his mare left to see the works of minstrels.
  6093. >Sharing the day with one another, and letting love blossom as the just sun shone above.
  6094. >Siltsong led the way to the Canterlot Opera House, trotting out ahead of you with such an enthused and jubilant spring to her step.
  6095. >Before you ever crossed into Equestria, Hell, before even its existence crossed your ears...
  6096. >You didn't think anything could carry such an excited and trully, wholesomely happy demeanor as your mare did.
  6097. >It was impossible for you to not smile in kind, dare you say if only because hers was just so pure and infectious.
  6098. >Between the indisputable, inherent sweetness of these marshmallow equines and the gorgeous day, it was not long at all before you stood at the steps of the grand Opera House.
  6099. >Just like almost every-fucking-thing in this city, it was given the ivory with gold embroidery flair.
  6100. >With the general gloominess of the outside world, it would almost seem...out of place, for such luxury and flagrantly-displayed wealth.
  6101. >Dreary clouds hanging overhead, casting less light than on a day like this.
  6102. >Only in the illustrious and welcoming light of the sun would it shine in its true glory, the gold gleaming and glistening; the lacquered ivory complimenting the gold as the base for its setting.
  6103. >However, you weren't a city planner, here to pick apart the architecture autistically and pedantically.
  6104. >You were a man with his pony fiance, going to see an operatic show she was looking quite forward to.
  6105. >Never in your life did you think that last sentence would make logical sense and be perfectly contextual.
  6106. >But hey, surely weirder shit has happened in your time here, has it not?
  6107. >Not exactly one to be flinging stones with yourself.
  6108. >Siltsong gestured for you to come along, and not get too focused on your next internal monolgue.
  6109. >Naturally, of course, you did.
  6110. >Though ponies and the occasional human were forming quite the crowd, you and your mare had managed to arrive early enough to avoid waiting forever in a line.
  6111. >Now, that didn't exactly mean you weren't going to have to wait a bit to get in.
  6112. >Because that was the case.
  6113. >Perhaps Siltsong's earlier excitement with the idea of attending the show had an extra layer of credence.
  6114. >Must've been at least somewhat popular, to draw a gathering this large.
  6115. >Either that, or the group performing it was renown throughout the lands for something McFucking magical.
  6116. >Guess you had to simply wait and see for yourself.
  6117. >Eventually, you and Siltsong did arrive at the entryway to the Opera, upon which you noticed that there resided a pony behind a ticket booth.
  6118. >Didn't say anything about this being a free exhibit...
  6119. >Before either of you were able to ask about the price of admission, the operator of the booth pointed upwards with a hoof.
  6120. >Perhaps they were tired of people waddling on up and asking what was glaringly obvious by a simple curosry glance.
  6121. >Or they just didn't like talking too much.
  6122. >Either way, the both of you had an answer - about twenty-five bits per pony/person for a particularly good spot.
  6123. >Of course, the less-than-desirable seats in the house were much cheaper.
  6124. >Twenty-five bits was a bit pricy, but not as much as the groceries.
  6125. >Though your coin-purse might scream in agony, you would be willing to pay the toll.
  6126. >They can't do this shit for pony hot pockets, after all.
  6127. >Now, if that price was doubled you'd better see some ball-blisteringly fantastical stuff.
  6128. >After sifting through your coin purses, you and Siltsong both forked over the fifty bit total, and soon thereafter received the slips of paper that proved you weren't breaking in to steal panties or some shit like it's Spongebob up in here.
  6129. >Giving the both of you a half-hearted "enjoy the show," the attendant sent you and Siltsong off on the merry way, ordering the next batch to come along and pay up.
  6130. >Glancing down at the ticket, you take in the details of where you would be going, though you likely had no idea where specifically that may be.
  6131. >Afterwards, you looked back over to your better half, wanting to see if she was ready for this next leg of the journey.
  6132. >Whilst you may have been anticipating the show in question a little bit, y'know, as something else to do, your mare's enthusiasm still remained just as evident as ever.
  6133. >You supposed there was plenty to be looking forward to, on her end at the very least.
  6134. >Choosing to not hold up the line, you and your mare skidaddled off to find your seats.
  6135. >A magical adventure unlike any other, indeed quite a riveting tale.
  6136. >So riveting, in fact, that you forgot what it was like.
  6137. >Instead, you now knew that you were in the top rear seating and the show was going to begin whenever everyone was packed in like sardines.
  6138. >The curtain was still down, allowing the actors, orators, dancers and stage technicians to set everything up.
  6139. >If you could see them so early, it would be like seeing the little magic people inside your old computer do all those nice things for you.
  6140. >Completely ruins the immersion that you're actually doing all those menial, tedious tasks or having a whole one fun when the stars aligned.
  6141. >As you got comfortable in your seat, beginning to form a nice you-shaped indentation, the sensation of velvety and warm fur made itself apparent against your side.
  6142. >Siltsong rested against you, hugging your arm and resting her head atop your shoulder.
  6143. >Seems like she was perfectly prepared, cozying up for a snuggle before the show would begin.
  6144. >Moments before the curtain went up, you gave your affectionate mare a kiss on the forehead, feeling her squeeze your arm just a bit tighter.
  6145. >Sitting there with Siltsong, everything was as it should be.
  6146. >A man and his mare, nary a love purer or warmer than it.
  6147. >Though riveting to detail just how wondeful it was to be betrothed to someone so sweet, the first act and scene of this opera was beginning.
  6148. >The lights dimmed and the curtain revealed the setting of what you had come for.
  6149. >From what you could determine, the opening scene was that of a throne room or other central hall to a palace, with a decidedly oriental flair.
  6150. >Hmm...
  6151. >Now what did that remind you of, those deliberate architectural choices?
  6152. >Your suspicions would be confirmed in due time, as the actors would begin their piece.
  6153. >The setting was within the mythical era possibly before recorded Equestrian history, however, this most decidedly wasn't Equestria.
  6154. >Set back thousands of years in the ancient Kingdom of Saghai, under the reign of a King Ironbound, surrounded by a multitude of other states.
  6155. >The Itgemjit, Bambai, and Khöngön-Zürkh to the West, North, and East repsectively.
  6156. >And to the South, the mighty Fenghuo that ruled everything the northern kingdoms hadn't.
  6157. >All of these kingdoms, you had absolutely no context or understanding of.
  6158. >Your time with Siltsong had not yielded a whole lot in Saghaic history, as a lot of your effort had been focused on the language aspect.
  6159. >Though, instead of elbowing her and asking for a quick and quiet lecture, you chose to remain silent and let the show tell you.
  6160. >Around this innumberable year, and the opening to the show, King Ironbound was hearing what a courier from the Fenghuo had requested of them.
  6161. >Apparently, the ancient Saghaic kingdom was a tributary to the Fenghuo, giving whatever worldly wealth demanded of them to the Son of Heaven.
  6162. >There was that term again...
  6163. >What exactly did that entail, beyond great respect from the Saghai ponies?
  6164. >As your mind mulled over the details, the story continued without your thoughts.
  6165. >King Ironbound was certainly displeased to be in the situation he had been in ever since coming to power, and lived under for as long as he could remember.
  6166. >However, Ironbound was content in his rule, his stewardship over Saghai ancestral lands.
  6167. >With this latest round of tribute, much greater than the last from the balking of the court of nobleponies, was met with hostility by almost all the courtiers in the scene.
  6168. >All except for the level-headed monarch.
  6169. >Well, he did appear a bit miffed at the heightened tax levied against his nation.
  6170. >Fuckin' other gubmint, comin' to take from his mound of shekels.
  6171. >He conceded what the Son of Heaven was owed in accordance to his envoy's word, much to the chagrin of his vassals.
  6172. >Around this point, a true musical number began, a sort of "debate" between Ironbound and the nobleponies.
  6173. >It opened with one of the more hawkish court denizens encouraging the king to stand up to this clearly unjust measure.
  6174. >As they orated their grievances, the instruments began to hum their ambiance.
  6175. >It set the atmosphere, taut as a bowstring and palpable as the stench of burning black powder.
  6176. >Though violence...likely wasn't going to happen, but it felt as though the situation could turn much more dour.
  6177. >King Ironbound didn't appear too surprised to see his subordinate speak out of turn quite like that, but began to calmly explain through song that it was within the bounds of a suzerain.
  6178. >More of his courtiers began to speak up, wishing not to remain under the hooves of their overlords, a proud and burning desire to break free.
  6179. >Their nation deserved better than this denegration, they cried in a rancorous shout.
  6180. >It was a chorus of disharmony, encouraging the fomenting of a proper rebellion.
  6181. >As it continued to roar in its own tense and curiously beautiful way, they talked of rumors about the Fenghuo monarchs.
  6182. >Tales of corruption beyond what was to be expected, or tolerated for that matter.
  6183. >Stories of their fall from justice and a descent into decadence within their position as the de facto lords of the known world.
  6184. >Which, in this instance, meant the area that comprised the modern Saghai Empire.
  6185. >Often, the gentry that filled Ironbound's court would drop mentions of how they deviated from the far western land's traditional ethics - a most grave accusation.
  6186. >As their musical ravings continued, the orchestra at the front built the tension so palpable in the air, their instrument conveying a growing crescendo until it hit a short and powerful high note.
  6187. >The ancient Saghaic king had about enough of that nonsense, silencing his vassals with a quite commanding voice.
  6188. >Whomever these ponies got to play the part of the king was damn fine at catching one's attention.
  6189. >Having enough of their squabbling, Ironbound reminded his courtiers that to rebel against the Fenghuo - the southern lands that held the Mandate of Heaven - was to rebel against the will of Heaven itself.
  6190. >He would have none of it, and sticking to his apparent convictions about what was just, would not instigate a rebellion without proper proof of their accusations.
  6191. >Actual war was more destructive than relinquishing wealth, and without a proper clause he would not subject his people to a destructive conflict.
  6192. >The instrumental ambiance had faded out, replacing their tense melody with the equally taut silence.
  6193. >Eventually, the nobleponies conceded their position, grumbling and grovelling that their King was lucky that he held such esteem amongst the people.
  6194. >With that 'tism storm done and done with, the day was henceforth relatively normal.
  6195. >It was, in fact, uneventful enough to not merit being penned for the libretti.
  6196. >The next scene afterwards was of King Ironbound coming to rest for the night, musing on how vocal his courtiers had been.
  6197. >Out of turn, they demanded he take more action than just yielding to their suzerain.
  6198. >Though he had admittedly entertained thoughts of telling the Fenghuo to go fuck themselves, but hadn't a strong desire to dismantle the established tributary system.
  6199. >Content with things as they were, some unpleasant, though overall not unbearable, the king drifted off to sleep.
  6200. >The scene began to shift into something resembling what could be termed a dream.
  6201. >Perhaps where the show got its name was beginning now, with the Saghaic king finding himself lost in it.
  6202. >From his reaction, he was presumably somewhat lucid.
  6203. >Glancing around his surroundings, it appeared to be his own bedroom.
  6204. >Something, however, was quite off.
  6205. >His room had several additions that weren't there before, such as doors from rooms that didn't belong to the Saghaic palace, or even whole sections of room replaced in such a way.
  6206. >How these ponies had so drastically altered the stage so quickly, you have no idea.
  6207. >That was a different tangent entirely, however.
  6208. >With little time to ask what sorcery was underhoof, Ironbound watched on as a door opened and nobleponies of the Fenghuo came through.
  6209. >Before he could even shout and sputter, demanding the meaning of this intrusion on his now-disjointed private quarter, they began to converse amongst themselves.
  6210. >They, these Fenghuo ponies, apparently didn't even know the king was there.
  6211. >No matter the words that came out of Ironbound's mouth, the Fenghuo paid him no attention.
  6212. >The stallion was relegated to watch and listen to the conversation before him.
  6213. >And from the moment he actually tuned in, he was mortified.
  6214. >Everything his courtiers had spoken of was entirely correct.
  6215. >The Fenghuo administration was wholly corrupt, down to the now-rotten core.
  6216. >Their nobles jeeringly spoke of how they defied the long-standing values expected of the heavenly kingdom.
  6217. >Not only did they levy unjust tribute demands from the other kingdoms, they pressed their people with such impossibly-high demands.
  6218. >While they took in an incredible amount of wealth, they neglected the stewardship of their country.
  6219. >So gleefully did they admit it, that the levies along a great river that had burst and devastatingly flooded the lower districts of their city was more likely than not their doing.
  6220. >So far did the corruption go, that the "Son of Heaven" himself - later shown as the Fenghuo nobles walked offstage - was obsessed with collecting and hoarding wealth as though he were a dragon.
  6221. >His avarice knew no limit, only so focused on acquiring more in its insatiable appetite for gold.
  6222. >And, in a way, King Ironbound felt as though he enabled that to continue despite the pleading of vassals.
  6223. >The next proceeding musical number began as a sort of questioning of all he knew, a sort of falling into despair at how he shored up such flagrant irresponsibility.
  6224. >How Heaven must be displeased with him, he cried aloud in the song.
  6225. >As the dream was coming to a close, something had fallen from the throne of the disgraced "Son of Heaven," a crown most unusual.
  6226. >Instead of being the typical lump of golden shit you'd be expecting, it possessed a vivid electric blue primary color, with what looked like large pearls and other assorted gemstones.
  6227. >Not falling apart or shattering, somehow, it came to Ironbound's hooves...
  6228. >Out of his curiosity regarding the object, he set one hoof on this fallen crown.
  6229. >The moment he did, the dream had collapsed around him, the stallion finding himself once again in his room.
  6230. >It took a moment to assure of himself that he was not lost in a matryoshka dream, and when he was certain of it, the next part of the musical number began.
  6231. >Whereas before it was encapsulating his despaired realization, taken for a ride in a dream where all his worst fears were brought to light.
  6232. >Now, something else was brooding as the king mulled over what that dream meant.
  6233. >The ambiance began to adopt a darker, more powerful and surprisingly regal tone.
  6234. >What Ironbound determined was that the dream was a vision from Heaven, detailing how displeased it was with its anointed Son.
  6235. >Ironbound detailed his own aims - his dream, if you will - in a Disney-villain-esque, grandiose and wonderfully over-the-top next half of the song.
  6236. >He declared that his time to rule was now at last, Heaven itself decreeing that the Fenghuo were decadent and unfit to hold the Mandate for themselves any longer.
  6237. >With an ambition to unite the disparate lands and return Heaven's favor to the far western ponies, King Ironbound of the Saghai took the title of the First Emperor.
  6238. >Now, the old king was Emperor Aguu Ündeslegch, and all that was not Saghai would be his empire.
  6239. >A nifty little detail that you noticed was that as the song was drawing closer to its conclusion, ponies had been fitting the new Emperor in armor, as though further conveying the shift from his complacency to militantcy.
  6240. >He called for his vassal lords, and when they arrived, they wondered why he was demanding their arrival so early.
  6241. >Emperor Aguu Ündeslegch told them simply that it was time to set forth, and conquer.
  6242. >Knowingly, they smiled and cheered, more than ready to do so.
  6243. >And so concluded the second act of the show.
  6244. >The third act began sometime much later, with all the depicted territories subjugated, chained to the First Emperor's will.
  6245. >He had established a reputation as a just, if quite strict ruler.
  6246. >And generally, most looked upon him favorably, the conquered southern peasant ponies most certainly appreciating his incorruptible nature.
  6247. >Keyword: "peasants."
  6248. >Those who found themselves stripped of their power and unable to act as they formerly could were absolutely livid.
  6249. >How dare that jumped-up duke of a backwater steal the favor of Heaven out from under them!
  6250. >And not even a pony of their own nation had done it!
  6251. >Their discontent had been simmering for a long time, up to this point, now beginning to boil over behind the public eye.
  6252. >While they were generously left in control of some of their old territory, minor Saghaic lords were given a sudden promotion for their part in the wars of conquest, subsequentially taking a thicc slice of Fenghuo provinces for themselves and their clans.
  6253. >They would not have it any longer.
  6254. >As of the moment, a group of treacherous former Fenghuo nobleponies were conspiring over how to "deal" with their newfound problem.
  6255. >It actually began somewhat comedically, reminding you somewhat of a certain sketch regarding the Treaty of Westphalia.
  6256. >Though the topic was a most delicate matter, you'd think they were discussing something infinitely more pedantic and calm than plotting their new liege's demise.
  6257. >With so many ways this plan could snag, the vindictive nobleponies did have to iron things out, after all.
  6258. >What about the Cherbi's hoof-picked retinue to guard the new Emperor?
  6259. >How would they worm their way into the palace of Tengerleg Ordon?
  6260. >Hell, would they look out of place in the imperial court, much less the northern capital?
  6261. >It was all so frustrating, for them to be plotting to murder their liege.
  6262. >However, they did eventually iron out those wee bitty details to where they could get down to business.
  6263. >To defeat, the Saghai.
  6264. >One little hiccup in calling it truly prepared, though.
  6265. >The Emperor's son and chosen heir would be elsewhere on a military exercise, but would undoubtedly hear word of his father's death.
  6266. >As though listening to someone rant and rave about what will turbo-blow-up the world while they wanted to just have dinner like normal ponies, for once, the conspiring nobles sat there as they were unsure of what to do with this newly-revealed and unpredictable variable.
  6267. >Moments of discomfort-riddled half-discussion passed, before they came to the conclusion that it wouldn't matter.
  6268. >What threat might he pose in the grand scheme of things?
  6269. >And so, everything was perfectly planned.
  6270. >The following scenes were mostly a short, transitional filler, keeping some slight elements of comedy in this developing tragedy.
  6271. >Of course, the scheming ponies were depicted as incompetent-yet-successful, somehow dundering their way through the challenging hurdles in a humorous way.
  6272. >Though it did break some dourness in the coming moments, it stood in start juxtaposition.
  6273. >And, inevitably, they were all alone with the Emperor.
  6274. >He of course had no idea of their intentions, having faith and trust that this was some form of kow-tow.
  6275. >When his back was turned, the hair-raising, spine-tickling sound of blades being drawn from their scabbards.
  6276. >It instinctively filled the air with dread, fittingly being devoid of instrumentation.
  6277. >Flabbergasted, Emperor Aguu demanded to know the meaning of this treason.
  6278. >The response of finding him a foreign despot and unfairly taking their ancestral lands was anticipated, but well-delivered.
  6279. >Both furious and knowing he was nearing the end of his length of rope, he cursed the names of the traitorous lords, saying that they would endure a conqueror far worse than he could ever have been for this heinous crime.
  6280. >They didn't quite care to pay it any heed, and as the curtain went up to hide some of the brutality, you knew exaqctly what was coming next.
  6281. >The group delivered unto the First Emperor the Caeser Treatment.
  6282. >Really, it got under his skin quite well, getting to all those pressure points to unwind the mortal coil for him.
  6283. >A technique as old as time itself.
  6284. >And with the First Emperor's betrayal, the act drew to a close.
  6285. >Trust misplaced, the Empire was now thrown into disarray.
  6286. >What was the final act possessed was less in the way of plot, and more in terms of action.
  6287. >Something to happily turn your brain off to and have a hell of a time.
  6288. >The only necessary details of the plot were that it was a year or so from the assasination of old King Ironbound after his ascension, and it went about as well as one could expect.
  6289. >The wrath of the next head-of-state was unrelenting, and Aguu's warning rang quite true.
  6290. >Carving a swathe of devastation across the territories in rebellion, he would bring them to heel.
  6291. >He would crush his enemies and drive them before him.
  6292. >The primary focus beyond that was a small contingent of monks at a temple, desperately preparing for an unstoppable horde's advance.
  6293. >A number were shaken, knowing that their only opportunity for escape was fading.
  6294. >However, the head of their monastic group was able to hold them together with talk of duty for the ancestral shrine they tended to, and other somewhat cliché inspirational babble.
  6295. >The speech came to a jolting end as the forces under the vengeful Second Emperor broke into the old sanctum.
  6296. >It was their last stand, to be made against an unrelenting foe.
  6297. >Adopting a fighting stance, they beckoned the soldiers to come after them.
  6298. >The following fight scene had some of the most majestic moves, blurring the line between dancing and the more martial arts.
  6299. >Everyone 'ooh'-ed and 'ah'-ed, alongside gasps of great excitement at the more vivid imagrery.
  6300. >The plot may or may not have been interesting, but without a doubt some action could do plenty of good.
  6301. >Hell, it was probably just as integral to the show.
  6302. >Each monk fought off a sizable contingent of warriors, almost like those old General Tso's Kung-fu Chicken movies.
  6303. >Things maybe didn't happen like that, but then again, this opera was likely just that - an epic tale of a nation's founding.
  6304. >With every flowing movement and swift strike, the warrior-monks beat back their opponents.
  6305. >Their sacred duty and training called for them to hold their ground at all costs.
  6306. >With the orchestra's assistance, it exhilaratingly painted the scene before you.
  6307. >One by one, though, they were felled as stalks of wheat before a scythe's blade.
  6308. >Very, very stubborn stalks of wheat.
  6309. >While valiant, it was all for nought in the face of annihilation.
  6310. >Tragic, as most of those kinds of stories were.
  6311. >The act, and subsequently the show, ended with their defeat.
  6312. >In a way, the message was as clear as ever.
  6313. >Defiance of the Emperor's will would not stand, and the vision of the First Emperor - his dream - would last ten thousand years.
  6314. >Applause for the gripping performance resounded, especially for the final scene that had enraptured the crowd, the rhythmic clopping of hooves and the occasional rapport of clapping hands filling the Opera Hall.
  6315. >Naturally, you offered your own praise for the entertainment and the finesse of their practice.
  6316. >Perhaps some things had been embellished for the sake of being entertaining, but you'd like to think you at least learned something today.
  6317. >G.I. Joe would be very proud of you for taking that advice to heart.
  6318. >As the rest of the audience began to file out of the hall, you glanced to the mare at your side.
  6319. >Throughout the whole of the opera, your sweetheart had held onto your arm, giving it a loving squeeze intermittently as the show went on.
  6320. >Though you were expanding knowledge throughout the show, and quite engrossed in what it had to say, you did respond to her little affections.
  6321. >A scritch behind the ears, a pet behind the mane, and letting her bury her head in the crook of your arm to avoid watching the First Emperor be brutally murdered.
  6322. >Whether it was out of respect from her devotion to the Saghaic nation, not liking to witness things die or something else entirely, you could not say.
  6323. >When it came time for your row to finally file out and leave the building, you gave Siltsong a gentle nudge.
  6324. "Ready to get out of here, Silty?"
  6325. >You experimented with a pet-name for your beloved, wondering how she might take to it.
  6326. >The silvery mare met your gaze quickly, her ears standing at full alertness, as though the little nickname had caught her off-guard.
  6327. >"What? Oh! Yes, let's get going, Anonymous."
  6328. >Weird...
  6329. >Before you would attempt getting up, you required your arm to be free.
  6330. >Maintaining your te-chakra pull to wherever the fuck the center of Equestria was held some relative importance.
  6331. "You, uh...you enjoying my arm, there?"
  6332. >Siltsong nodded, her soft cheek rubbing against your arm with a radiant, soft smile on her face.
  6333. >"Mhm...you're very warm, Anon..."
  6334. >Siltsong spoke in an almost dreamy tone, content to have been holding tight to your side and likely just as happy to keep it that way.
  6335. >With your free arm, you ruffle her mane, messing with her bangs and leaving a few rogue locks of mane in her eyes.
  6336. "I'm glad you like it that much...but maybe could I have it back for now, sweetheart?"
  6337. >Your name wasn't exactly Mr. Potato Head, now was it?
  6338. >Couldn't pop off your limbs and hand them to someone to do Lord-knows-what with 'em.
  6339. >Silty, for her part, whined demurely in protest.
  6340. >"Aww...do I have to? It's so comfy like this..."
  6341. >Your resolve was already weakend, but then Siltsong reached for the nuclear option before you could retort.
  6342. >Those bright, big, beautiful violet eyes pleaded for you to let her stay in your embrace.
  6343. >A low blow, but it wasn't scummy if it was winnin'.
  6344. "Alright, alright, you win Silty. Mind if I ask some questions n' stuff?"
  6345. >You concede to your mare, taking her into your arms and holding her close to your chest.
  6346. >"You can ask me anything, my precious harmony! What is it that's caught your fancy?"
  6347. >Siltsong asked with a bubbly giggle, serenading your ears with that angelic voice of hers and infectiously bringing a smile to your face.
  6348. "Well...I kinda wanted to talk about some of the stuff in the show. Didn't want to speak up during, cause I thought it might've been rude."
  6349. >You really didn't want to be like some black chick in the movie theater, practically shouting obnoxiously about what's going on as the presentation progressed.
  6350. >An extra aside on that topic; they didn't use such normalfag inventions as the microphone or speaker in the opera.
  6351. >Though they did possess powerful and loud voices, you'd think some chatter might be just a tad disruptive.
  6352. >"Some history questions, if I am to guess? I should be able to answer them for you. I wouldn't have passed my Civil Service examinations if I was unable to..."
  6353. >A shudder of displeasure shot up Siltsong's back as she recalled the repressed memory of extremely late studies to properly prepare, and her forelegs hugging your arm a little tighter for comfort.
  6354. >Nodding slowly, you take a stab at the myriad of questions that have arisen in your well-worn noodle.
  6355. "First off...what's the distinction between being the 'Son of Heaven' and being Emperor? I thought they might have been one and the same."
  6356. >You voice your confusion, thinking it might have been some sort of honorary title.
  6357. >Or something.
  6358. >Your sweetheart's back hooves clacked against one another, as she couldn't exactly clop the front ones together.
  6359. >"That's because one of those titles is much, much older than the other, Anonymous. It's not exactly clear when it emerged, as it unfortunately goes further back than Imperial Records can detail...but to summarize, it is what divinely ordains the Emperor to rule so long as he is a just and kind lord."
  6360. >Some kind of divine right to rule?
  6361. >You could dig that kind of shit.
  6362. "Alright then...so, how does it work? How does Heaven pick and choose rulers like that?"
  6363. >Silty's hoof rested against her chin, mulling over how best to explain it to you.
  6364. >You knew you should have paid attention in class.
  6365. >"...Heaven isn't, simply put, just an idyllic afterlife as far as Saghaic philosophy is concerned...it embodies the will and natural order of the universe. Those ponies who work against its will shall have the Mandate revoked."
  6366. >Perhaps that explains the dream sequence just a hair more.
  6367. >Armed and dangerous with some additional knowledge and understanding as you ventured out into the cold, observing that the sun had traveled quite far since last you checked, you pondered your next question.
  6368. >Mayhaps as to why that title made the Emperor such a central tenet of Saghai society?
  6369. "I think I'm following what you're saying...is that why everyone has such, eh...reverence for 'em? You'd think that title would be closer to a God-King."
  6370. >Siltsong's reaction was quite immediate, her muzzle scrunching up like she had just bitten into a lemon and her voice becoming perturbed, as though you had said something that really percolated her pistacios.
  6371. >"Some ponies may think that way, Anonymous, but that isn't the case. Divinely-ordained as he may be, he is still but a pony! It doesn't do the Emperor any favors to consider him as such, for Heaven can rescind its favor if he got too full of himself."
  6372. >She grumbled, her tone carrying a long-standing frustration on the topic.
  6373. >You took a mental note to not bring that up with her in the near future.
  6374. >It was probably the first time Silty sounded genuinely annoyed with something you said.
  6375. >The following silence was about as comfortable as wading through opaque coastal waters, not knowing if you were just brushing up against seaweed or if it was a jellyfish there to push your shit in for the day.
  6376. >In time, the mare in your arms sighed heavily before locking her forelegs around your neck, giving you a hug as she opened up about the matter.
  6377. >"I...I apologize, Anonymous...that was an inappropriate outburst, on my part..."
  6378. >You rub her little poner ears, giving a kiss to her cheek before replying.
  6379. "It's okay, Silts. I didn't know how you felt about that remark, don't feel too bad about it, alright?"
  6380. >Silty, for her part, broke off the hug as she looked down to her own hooves.
  6381. >"It's just that...it has always bothered me when ponies thought that way, ever since I was a filly. I can understand a deep respect, but placing somepony on that high and lofty a pedestal? It can't be healthy in any way for somepony's conscience..."
  6382. >Her words gave you food for thought, not only because of her reasoning, but coupled with her almost kinship-sounding concern.
  6383. "Sounds like you've a lot of fondness for the Emperor, Silty."
  6384. >The silvery mare in your arms closed her eyes for a moment, her front hooves quietly clopping as they tapped together.
  6385. >"He is a just lord, and even in these troubling times, I am certain he can steadily sail the ship of state. His Imperial Majesty's rule has been prosperous, and...and he is quite kind, as the Son of Heaven should be."
  6386. >Fair enough reasons, if she were to give any.
  6387. >You got the feeling that she might have been deflecting a tad, but if she didn't want to elaborate, that was okay.
  6388. >A noblemare had some secrets to keep, right?
  6389. >Especially in regards to her position in political affairs...
  6390. >Silence had once again rejoined your company, but it wasn't the former, more oppressive kind that weighed on your soul.
  6391. >It was merely a peaceful moment to mentally digest some of that aforementioned information.
  6392. >Most of what Siltsong had expanded upon did help piece enough of the show's content together you hadn't been given enough context on.
  6393. >The occasional arctic chill accompained you, the sweet mare in you arms, and the quiet ambiance.
  6394. >Though Silts had quite broken-in her dank winter coat, rockin' it in all her graceful glory, it still penetrated the fluffy insulation.
  6395. >A shiver went down her spine every time, shuddering in your grasp.
  6396. >In response, you held her as close as you could, doing what you could to shield her from the claws of the waning winter.
  6397. >It may not have been a perfect seal, but you would damn-well try to keep her safe.
  6398. >As long as she was in your arms or at your side, you could assure yourself she was a-okay.
  6399. >Whilst on your way back home after deducing there wasn't anything either of you would be needing, one final question was bounding and ricocheting around in your skull like a .22 bullet.
  6400. >The whole naming thing for the monarchs of Saghai were...odd.
  6401. >Whereas they had regular names before assuming the title of Emperor, they had much different ones after taking hold of their position.
  6402. >You're pretty sure that Princess Celestia didn't do anything similar, nor did any Equestrian nobility.
  6403. >After rounding another corner, you broke the still silence.
  6404. "Hey, uhm...Silts? Could I ask one more question?"
  6405. >Her ears perked back up to attention, her eyes focused on you as they opened once again.
  6406. >"Absolutely, Anon. What's the question?"
  6407. >Though you felt an impulse to rub the back of your neck in slight embarrassment, you couldn't exactly scratch that primal itch.
  6408. >Well, you had the ability to attempt that maneuver; you might drop a certain someone if you went through with it, though.
  6409. "Was thinking about that scene in the show, where that Ironbound pony becomes Emperor; he took a new name. Can you explain how that works, sweetheart?"
  6410. >Siltsong nodded slowly, smiling softly at the less personally-charged topic of the lordship.
  6411. >"Of course. I don't know if it makes sense for those outside the Empire, but the name King Ironbound took was a 'temple name.' They're taken to describe the circumstances surrounding their ascent to power."
  6412. >Silty utilized some vague hoof gestures as she spoke regarding the strange system, in the same vein as some people back home who just had to talk with their hands when they were able to.
  6413. >"Take 'Aguu Ündeslegch;' it means something along the line of 'Great Founder,' of which was quite fitting for him to take."
  6414. >You nodded as you followed along with what she was describing, not quite sure of what it was exactly deisgned to accomplish.
  6415. "Alright, alright...so, what about his son? What kind of 'temple name' did he take?"
  6416. >Though slightly discomforted to talk about the Second Emperor, your mare pushed it aside to deliberate for you.
  6417. >"He took the name of 'Setgeliin Ezenmini; Wrathful Lord.' The time of his rule was...a dark one, to say the least."
  6418. >With a name like that, you'd assume Silty wasn't just making it up, either.
  6419. >Taking her word for it, you asked regarding a more contemporary monarch.
  6420. "So, what about the current Emperor? Isn't his name something like...Ezenii Gashuudal? Can't believe I still remember that..."
  6421. >You commend yourself, thinking you nailed the pronunciation.
  6422. >Siltsong nodded, giggling softly at your personal remark.
  6423. >"You've gotten quite good at the language, my precious harmony! Maybe I should have become a teacher instead of an Ambassador!"
  6424. >Chuckling as you shook your head, you attempted to get a bit back on topic.
  6425. "Couldn't have gotten that far without you, sweetest. Anywho, what might it mean?"
  6426. >As the duet of deep chuckles and bubbly giggles subsided, Siltsong's smile faltered by just a hair as she explained what it meant.
  6427. >"It means, roughly, 'Sorrow Emperor...' He came to power in a time of tragedy for the royal family."
  6428. >Putting two and two together, you had some clue as to what she meant by that.
  6429. >You decided it was best not to inquire, to not make the mood too dour for the rest of the short leg of your trip back home.
  6430. >As said home came into view, a little voice within pondered;
  6431. >When would all this fucking snow go away?
  6432. >When would those weatherponies turn up the warm again?
  6433. >~{Day 202}~
  6434. >Your wish from a few weeks ago had been duly granted.
  6435. >Weatherponies had finally gotten around to kickstarting spring, despite being understaffed and overworked.
  6436. >Winter may have been a time to be quite cozy, but you wanted some vareity in your sedentary life.
  6437. >Enter the wonderful season of verdant trees and grasses.
  6438. >Spring brought with it a brand new outfit, ditching last year's heavy snow for blossoming flowers and budding leaves.
  6439. >As you stepped out into the courtyard of the Imperial Embassy, the warmth of sunlight tingled against your skin in the most pleasant of ways.
  6440. >Cracking a smile as you acquire some of that sweet Vitamin D you had been missing out on for so long, you take pleasure in seeing the courtyard's gardens brighten with life rebounding from the choke-hold of the season of ice.
  6441. >Granted, there was still a lingering chill that remained in the breeze, possibly the remnants of the Windigoes screwing with the weather as they fed off the tumultuous feelings of ponies in conflict.
  6442. >You were not troubled by the remaining frosty air, as more warm currents brought in by those few, diligent weatherponies counteracted this enough to make it a non-issue.
  6443. >Dare you say, the singsong chirping of birds became much more pronounced as the warmer weather returned, albeit unusually cold.
  6444. >You had the feeling today would be an excellent one from this point alone.
  6445. >Content as you were to muse about how wonderful it was to experience the coming of spring, the familiar shrine in the center of the courtyard became awash with activity.
  6446. >Looks like some hot news would be in for you and Silts, today.
  6447. >First came one letter, then another, and finally a third all piling up in eager anticipation to being cracked open.
  6448. >Either there was a significant delay over all these getting to Canterlot, or three ponies had some hot new shit to say.
  6449. >You'd only find out if you got your sticky fingers on those messages.
  6450. >Speaking of news...
  6451. >You reckoned that you might as well check and see if anything more had been developing across Equestria.
  6452. >You did live here, after all.
  6453. >Once you had ensured the three pieces of particular parchment weren't going to wander off, you ventured untowards the mysterious unknown that was outside the Embassy grounds.
  6454. >Mere moments later, a roll of the Canterlot Courant landed square on the kisser, socking you pretty damn good for a roll of paper.
  6455. >Afterwards, a little filly's voice piped up to apologize.
  6456. >"Sorry, Mister Human! Didn't mean to hit you like that!"
  6457. >Picking up the paper and sighing to yourself, you dismissively wave in the general direction of the paperfilly's voice.
  6458. "Don't worry about it, kid."
  6459. >Taking a glance to the title of today's paper as the filly scampered off, her little hoofsteps hurrying to his next stop, you were pleasantly surprised.
  6460. >'Northern Offensive Well Underway, New Commanders Perform Admirably.'
  6461. >In the few weeks it took for spring to come, things were still going good?
  6462. >Your inner pessimist regarding this war wasn't going to get their chance to blow that austistic-screeching load today.
  6463. >A cursory glance through other pages revealed there wasn't too much otherwise interesting, other than some complaints being brought up against the Flim-Flam Brothers, and some pretty damning ones at that.
  6464. >Why it was buried this deep in the paper, you couldn't exactly say.
  6465. >hmmthinkingemoji.jpg
  6466. >Tucking the news between your arm and torso, you hoped to heaven and back Siltsong didn't see that.
  6467. >Getting smacked in the face with a newspaper like someone shot it out of a t-shirt cannon wasn't exactly something anyone else to see.
  6468. >Glancing around and behind you, it was apparent that nobody you cared about had observed this travesty.
  6469. >Secure in this knowledge, you would tuck that memory deep away in the crevices of your mind.
  6470. >Only you would know of what happened, until you drunkenly spill your pasta sauce.
  6471. >That was for much later, however, and you head back within the Embassy's isolating walls.
  6472. >Coming back into the courtyard, you spotted your sweetheart leisurely trotting out to the Embassy's center, all prim and proper for the day ahead.
  6473. >Siltsong would never know when she might be needed for high-brow diplomancing.
  6474. "You're looking as beautiful as ever, Silty...always makes me think you've got somewhere important to go."
  6475. >Though the compliment might have been cheesily-romantic, it did the trick in making her muzzle become awash with an approving blush.
  6476. >"You charmer, I'd call you sugar, but that's not sweet enough."
  6477. >The mare responded, shyly afterting her gaze from your own.
  6478. >That special fluttering feeling arose in your chest, your heart beating a tad faster as a mild blush of your own formed.
  6479. >While this level of indulging in sapperific comments would normally hurt your pancreas, it felt...
  6480. >Perfectly right, to do so.
  6481. >In the moment's passing, Siltsong glanced to the shrine in the center of the gardens, observing that the both of you had mail.
  6482. >"...somepony has sent us something, my precious harmony?"
  6483. >You nodded at the relatively rhetorical question, gesturing to both the three mysterious missives and the newspaper you got turbo-blasted with mere moments before.
  6484. "Just came in this morning, when I went out to see what the next big piece of news was."
  6485. >Trotting over and grabbing a letter to crack open, Siltsong was eager to see who sent these little pieces of parcel your way.
  6486. >"Well, why don't we find out what it's all about? There could be something important we haven't heard about...or something from family..."
  6487. >She spoke with a wistful tone, quite obviously missing her kinsfolk after so long apart from them.
  6488. >It was safe to assume that Siltsong had been away on her diplomatic mission for much longer than the half-year or so you had known her.
  6489. "Sounds good, Silty. Who's the first one from?"
  6490. >You asked as you squat down to acquire the perfect posture for paper-reading.
  6491. >Siltsong sat down for balance, unfurling the missive to view the sender and its contents.
  6492. >A small smile arose on her face, the Saghaic pone shaking her head in mild amusement.
  6493. >"This first one appears to be from Spirits, grandiose as ever...retelling his accomplishments and such."
  6494. >From the moment you heard that Spirited Charge sent another letter, you knew it would be a gem.
  6495. >However, instead of asking for a normal narration, you wondered if your sweetest Siltsong could try something a little more...
  6496. >Hammy.
  6497. "Hey, Silty...you think you could read that, but like, in the most bombastic voice you can?"
  6498. >You resquest as a devious smile broke on your features, coupling together with a sensible chuckle.
  6499. >Siltsong, for her part, was mostly just pleased to know her kin were doing alright out on the dangerous frontier of war.
  6500. >But now, you had introduced the quantum x factor that broke the relative seriousness of it all.
  6501. >"I...suppose I could, my precious harmony. Is that really what you want me to do?"
  6502. >Perhaps your quandary was a bit crude, but from the growing smile on her face, Siltsong was probably going to attempt it should you press the matter.
  6503. "Why not do it, sweetest? It'd be pretty funny if you did."
  6504. >You proposed with the most impenetrable of reasoning.
  6505. >Besides, that's kind of how you imagined he talked for realsies after seeing his first letter.
  6506. >With a sigh partially broken by chortling, your mare conceded to your incredibly inane request.
  6507. >"Alright, Anon...I'll do this for you, but only because I love you so much."
  6508. >You had a feeling she probably did this in the confines of her mind, anyway, however.
  6509. >Siltsong cleared her throat, and began to read the letter's contents aloud in a voice you assumed was something between a WWE Wrestlemania announcer and that one guy that did some passionate introductory narration for Star Wars stuff.
  6510. >All with her delectable voice's flair and accent imposing a wonder inflection on it all.
  6511. >"Dear Sister; I write to you to bring such joyous news! The foul Crystal Despoilers have been met and routed mere miles outside the boundary settlement of Tolgodyn Oroi, yet again unable to best our superior retinue! The ponies under my command are, without a doubt, the finest soldiers the world has ever seen. Today has been a glor..."
  6512. >Siltsong paused for a moment, her verbose narration interrupting by snorting laughter.
  6513. >Normally, it wasn't too humorous to read through a glory-hound's scrawlings.
  6514. >Your wife-to-be, however, was one with the ultra-turbo-extreme narration she had going there.
  6515. >"Forgive me, Anonymous...I just needed a break for a moment."
  6516. >Taking a deep breath, Siltsong picked back up where she had left off.
  6517. >"...Today has been a glorious day for the Yellow Banner, and as I write to you, dear sister, the brave stallions and mares under my command celebrate their victory with the townsponies. Such valor they displayed, facing their foe! The honor we have secured for the Empire is immeasurable! Rest assured that this war shall be brought to a swift end, if our enemy really is incapable of crushing our admittedly modestly-sized mobilized force. Best wishes, and until next time; Commander Spirited Charge of the Yellow Banner."
  6518. >You had to admit, you got a bit of a good giggle out of something so trivial and mundane as reading squiggles in a funny voice.
  6519. >Some of the other residents of the Embassy watched a group of goobers goof around as they went about their business that morning.
  6520. >With good spirits all around and some lovely laughs subsiding, you give your sweetheart a good petting on the head in praise of her spectacular voice-over.
  6521. "That was good, Silty. Don't think I could have done any better myself!"
  6522. >You beam with a bit of pride, quite pleased that she had most certainly broken out of what you would assume noblemares did.
  6523. >Siltsong, for her part, was both smiling upon receiving your approval and yet feeling a tad uncomfortable at the most decidely non-highborn pursuit.
  6524. >"I feel a tad dirty...is that normal, Anonymous?"
  6525. >You shrug your shoulders, not really having too many conniptions over it yourself.
  6526. "Not sure about that, but hey, not like anyone's going to get their horseshoes in a twist over it, right?"
  6527. >You pointed out, as you were fairly certain that her hoofmaids didn't have a grapevine of Chinese whispers with other noble's servants.
  6528. >"I don't think so, no. It still feels...uncouth, however."
  6529. >You supposed it would be a little while before Silty would be more comfortable with such deviant pursuits.
  6530. "Alright, Silty. Think we should move onto the next one now?"
  6531. >Without hesitation, your mare nodded, eager to see what else may have come from home.
  6532. >Unfurling the next scroll sent unto the Embassy and having a look-see, Siltsong hugged it close to the barrel of her chest.
  6533. >Your interest piqued, you requested more information that getting a sidelong peek.
  6534. "Who's it from, Silty? What's it say?"
  6535. >Only but a moment passed before she responded to your query.
  6536. >"It's from Resolution, Anon! He's just asked about you!"
  6537. >A mixture of both excitement and nervousness twinged from deep within your chest.
  6538. "Really, now? What does it say, Siltsong, sweetest?"
  6539. >Taking a short breath and opening in a more reasonably-serious tone, your sweetheart began.
  6540. >"Siltsong; I apologize for not writing to you in so long, I hope your stay in the lands of the Soninkhachin-"
  6541. >Though it may have been rude, you interrupted for but a moment.
  6542. "Forgive me, but what does that mean? 'Soninkhachin?'"
  6543. >The silvery, earthen mare halted for a moment to quickly gloss over that term.
  6544. >"It's, uhm, a slang term to refer to foreigners, is all."
  6545. >Nodding silently, you let her continue her reading.
  6546. >"-has not driven you stir-crazy. So far, my band of soldiers has been establishing a citadel in the Green Valley."
  6547. >As if preempitvely knowing you had another question brewing in your brilliant mind, Silty brought up what the locale was.
  6548. >"For reference, my precious harmony, it's one of the quicker routes to the very heartland of the Empire. A great mountain range parts the country almost in two."
  6549. >Remaining still-silent, you processed the new information, wondering what else Saghaic geography might be like among other thoughts.
  6550. >Taking but a moment to find her place once again, Siltsong resumed reading it aloud to you.
  6551. >"Given that this is the most likely route for our enemy to take, I'll be sure to meet them in time, should they get past Swift & Spirits' ponies. Disregarding complaints with the current rationing, not much else has happened here; how is it for you out there, sister? It's been so long that I don't know the whole of your adventures in the realm of politics. Word has also come to my ears that you have found yourself a colt to call your future husband. Tell me; what is he like? How has he been treating you? All that I have been told is that he is a 'human,' not much to go off at a forward command post so many miles away."
  6552. >It was certainly apparent that your mare had such appreciation for hearing more than just news on what happened unto the Saghai front.
  6553. >Knowing that her brothers were doing okay, keeping themselves relatively safe...
  6554. >It was all that really mattered, beyond attaining a victory.
  6555. >"Until I read your words again, Siltsong, I remain; Commander Resolution."
  6556. >Though you'd be somewhat interested in knowing what words she might put down about you, something told you it was best to leave that between siblings.
  6557. "Sounds like he cares a lot about you, Silty."
  6558. >The Saghaic mare was quiet for a moment, offering her response to your astute observation.
  6559. >"Isn't that what family is all about? We poke fun at each other, have disputes and all as anypony might...but the bond is still there and strong. Without it...what really is there, anymore?"
  6560. >Her little nugget of wisdom was all you needed to further cement your presupposition about how much the Saghai clinged to the idea of family.
  6561. >A silence hung in the air, yourself in thought over her aside regarding what family values she held.
  6562. "I guess you have a point, there...eh, anyway-"
  6563. >You shake your head, not wanting to get too lost in thought and sit there akin to a statue, despite the wonderful food for thought to jot down in that House of Wisdom up there.
  6564. "-do you want to go over the last letter together? Or do you want to go write a reply to Resolution?"
  6565. >It didn't feel right to keep her, if she felt the strong need to say a long-distance "hello" to one of her brothers.
  6566. >They did, after all, appear to be quite the tight-knit clan of aristocrats.
  6567. >"We can read over the last one, Anon. No point in stopping two-thirds of the way there."
  6568. >And so it was decided.
  6569. >Unfurling the last of the scrolls, the smile that had been present and quite radiant faded.
  6570. >A tinge of concern rose, uncertainty of the letter's contents hanging over you.
  6571. >"It's a letter from Swift Advance. He's...a bit more of the serious kind of stallion. Swift says something's troubling him, about the campaign."
  6572. >Well if that doesn't permeate your peanuts.
  6573. "So...what did he say? Did something bad happen?"
  6574. >Taking it from the top, Silty began with the latest of the pieces of parchment.
  6575. >"To my sister; Undoubtedly, you have been bombarded by Spirit's bravado in throwing himself and the Emperor's soldiers into a head-on engagement while Res has holed himself up in an infuriatingly-difficult position to outmaneuver. I figure it would be appropriate to tell you of my own experiences - instead of targeting the bulk of King Sombra's army, I have focused on their supply trains. A revelation has surfaced, regarding our enemy's probable intentions for invading our Empire. From their supplies, it would suggest an ambition and scale to dominate the nation in a manner like the Yak Kingdom."
  6576. >Definitely some more disconcerting news, if this was to be believed.
  6577. >"It is an uncomfortable revelation, and has been sitting on my mind for a while now. Have we only been fighting an expeditionary vanguard, an indicator of what to come? Or have they been where we have not, and are marching untowards Tengerleg Ordon as my brush pens this letter? I hope to have an answer before long. Signed, Swift Maneuver."
  6578. >From reading all three of these little letters, you knew her brothers just a hair more than faraway ponies, only discernable from their printed accounts.
  6579. "...I can see why that may have troubled him, just a bit."
  6580. >Siltsong regained her previous composure after relaying to you Swift's concerns, trying to shake of some of the grimness of the reality.
  6581. >"It's but another thing to worry about in an ocean of troubles. Ancestors willing, it will be but another trial overcome. I'd...much rather keep a positive outlook of this war."
  6582. >Once more, the atmosphere fell quiet, but only for a moment before Siltsong got up from her spot.
  6583. >"I think I'll probably be off to write a return letter to Ressy...was there anything interesting in the news?"
  6584. >You shrug your shoulders, not sure what she might deem "interesting," but offering the articles that caught your eye.
  6585. "For starters, things have been going surprisingly well. Rainbow Dash is pushing on strong in the Northern Badlands, and this Twilight Sparkle mare sure is proving to be capable, at the very least."
  6586. >You skim over the other details that weren't exactly important, but from what you read, there wasn't too much else to the contrary.
  6587. >Other than the Siege of Los Pegasus still going on and some additional minor territorial losses out at the edges of Equestrian territory, that generally was all about the war-related news.
  6588. >The silvery mare nodded slowly, before asking one more quick question about the world's going-ons.
  6589. >"That's good to hear, Anonymous. Has anything else happened of note?"
  6590. >Recalling the curious news regarding the Flim-Flam Brothers, you relay the complaints brought up against them to her.
  6591. "You know that huge mega-corp, formed around the start of the war under the Flim-Flam Brothers? Some ponies are complaining about things like 'predatory market practices,' y'know, like being a monopoly."
  6592. >An audible "hmm" came from your mare, mulling over the tidbit of economic news.
  6593. >"...Didn't they have backing from the Canterlot Crown, or something of the manner?"
  6594. >You throw your arms up in the air slightly, it having been a while since you read the juicy details.
  6595. "Maybe, but I can't remember exactly."
  6596. >Silty nodded, the facts likely buried in a previous paper or something of the sort.
  6597. >"Understood...I assume that's all, then?"
  6598. >Preemptively, you affirm with a quick shake of the head.
  6599. "Really, there isn't much else interesting, just some small local stuff."
  6600. >You anticipated that Siltsong would have been off, then, ready to finally "talk" to her siblings.
  6601. >Before she did, the Saghaic poner trotted on over to you and gave a quick, chaste kiss on the lips.
  6602. >Even when she left, you could still taste Siltsong on your lips...
  6603. >A pleasant, sweet, tingling memory that would stay firmly in your mind.
  6604. >~{Day 264.5}~
  6605. >Scarce few developments came afterwards from either front, the days passing in relative peace.
  6606. >It was somewhat liberating, to know things were going well enough to set it outside of your mind for a time.
  6607. >Hell, not a whole lot was going on at all.
  6608. >It would seem as though the end of the war might be drawing ever nearer than once thought.
  6609. >However, your mind wasn't exactly in the state of contemplating the greater scope of this war or worrying over the ramifications of a distant conflict.
  6610. >You and Siltsong were quite asleep at this late-night hour.
  6611. >Together in a comfy bed, a mare held tightly in the arms of her human.
  6612. >A perfect conclusion to a day of relative monotony.
  6613. >At the very least, that's what it should have remained.
  6614. >During this sacred time of rest, at some indeterminate point in the middle of the night, a loud and aggressive knock rapported from the bedroom door.
  6615. >With each slam of what you presumed was a hoof against the wood, you and Siltsong were forced out of the realm of relatively sweet dreams.
  6616. >Siltsong groaned in annoyance, not possessing any wish to be woken at this ridiculous hour.
  6617. >As you were irritably woken by the unending assault of what you supposed might as well be a fucking battering ram, the mare at your side whined for you to get the door.
  6618. >Donning enough clothes to lazily cover up, you haphazardly grab the handle and pull it open with tired, squinting scowl.
  6619. >Right outside was the captain of the Honor Guard that protected Siltsong and the compound proper.
  6620. >His cold, calculating eyes meet your own, before his coarse and imposing voice broke the silence.
  6621. >"Is Lady Siltsong present and awake?"
  6622. >Glancing back to the mare that just wanted a good night's sleep, now unable to achieve that, you resisted the urge to deliver a wonderfully-sarcastic comment.
  6623. "Yeah. She's up now. What's with the urgency? Canterlot on fire? Under attack?"
  6624. >Keeping a straight face, he brushed your remarks aside, getting to why he was there.
  6625. >"Lady Siltsong is needed for an emergency meeting with Equestrian officials. It is...recommended that she attend as soon as possible."
  6626. >Before you could attempt to prod further as to the meaning of this, the Guard Captain turned and began to leave.
  6627. >"Escorts for her and her alone will be in the main foyer."
  6628. >And with that, it was the last you heard from him from the night as he trotted downstairs.
  6629. >Your tired mind strained as it did its damnedest to figure out what on Earth your wife-to-be was needed for.
  6630. >And what the fuck meant it was one of these "wake you up at too-fucking-early o' clock" emergenices?
  6631. >Whatever the hell it was, the secretive meeting must've been important to be so unannounced and sudden.
  6632. >With a heavy, grumbling sigh, you walk over to the sleepy poner still partially wrapped up in the blankets.
  6633. "Did you catch that, Siltsong, sweetest?"
  6634. >Her messy bedmane in her tired violet eyes, she blinked as the gears within her head were only just beginning to turn in those quaint hours of the day.
  6635. >"I...I couldn't hear it too well...something about an Equestrian emergency..?"
  6636. >You nodded, elaborating for the drowsy pone.
  6637. "Some secret political meeting they really need you for...the Captain came by to say it was pretty urgent."
  6638. >Throwing off the covers behind her as she tried to get towards some semblance of readiness.
  6639. >"This early..? It's quite rude...I assume they didn't tell you much, at all?"
  6640. >You nod, unable to really say much else.
  6641. "The Captain was pretty secretive about it, yeah. You'd think they were about to disclose where the Ark of the Covenant is or some shit."
  6642. >A mild pink tinge splayed itself across her muzzle, never quite used to hearing your more colorful language.
  6643. >"Uhm...what's that, Anon?"
  6644. >You shake your head, setting a hand on her shoulder.
  6645. "It's just...something mythical. Hard-to-find kind of thing. You think you might need a bit of help getting ready?"
  6646. >The sense of subdued urgency hung in the air from the earlier conversation.
  6647. >After digesting the thought for a moment, the mare responded with what might be reasonable.
  6648. >"I could do with some helpful hands, if you don't mind...a bit of help with my mane, perhaps?"
  6649. >Giving it a once-over, you were honestly surprised at how bad her bedmane could be.
  6650. >You didn't know if she moved around too much in her sleep, or if her mane was trying to throw a revolution.
  6651. "Of course I can help with that, Siltsong, sweetest."
  6652. >You smile, always willing to lend your assistance to the little cutie who helped complete you.
  6653. >After she rubbed the tiredness from her eyes, Siltsong joined you on a quick trip to manage her amgry bedmane before this sudden, secretive political conference call.
  6654. >You supposed this would probably become more common as time went on, given her position and stature.
  6655. >Not much in the way of earth-shatteering significance happened as you and Siltsong washed up in a somewhat-hurried manner.
  6656. >There actually was a rush here, and you didn't have any time to fuck around in any sense of the word.
  6657. >With the haste of a man waking up to realize he has ten-plus papers to finish in under an hour, you helped in washing any late-night nastiness that may have been hiding out in Silty's coat and mane.
  6658. >A job well-done, if you did say so yourself.
  6659. >If the shower was taken any faster, the both of you might have ended up going back in time.
  6660. >Whilst she was drying off, you may or may not have made the cheeky decision to plant a quick little kiss right upon her lotus-shaped cutie mark.
  6661. >With a surprised gasp and a crimson-red blush, her hind legs quaked from the sudden, intimate contact of your lips against her plush and supple flank.
  6662. >You were starting to think that either it was a particularly sensitive spot, or something.
  6663. >The particularly-flustered mare glanced back to you, those slender legs of hers pressing closer together than before.
  6664. >"W-Was that really necessary, Anon? Now I'm feeling all...hot and bothered..."
  6665. >A little ping of guilt ran through your heart, knowing the memory of your lip's touch would haunt her for the majority of the time she was away.
  6666. >Though, at the time, it was certainly irresistable.
  6667. "I apologize, Siltsong, sweetest...couldn't help myself."
  6668. >You admit, both with a healthy helping of embarrasment and longing for her future return.
  6669. >Transfixed by her innate beauty and wonderful company, the time that would be without her would feel most decidedly empty.
  6670. >Y'know, if you somehow willed yourself into remaining awake or some other problem thereof.
  6671. >"I do love it when you apply a more...'hooves-on' approach to love, but maybe not before something so important?"
  6672. >Silty asked of you, trying to put some certain impure thoughts out of her mind.
  6673. "Alright, Silts, I'll try and not do that right before you have to go talk with the Round Table of Sentient Hieroglyphics."
  6674. >After your apology, you began with the process of fashioning her still barely-damp mane into the traditional two-bun style.
  6675. >Before long, you finished wrapping the silken bands around each bun of mane, establishing a firm hold on the locks of luxurious mane.
  6676. "You think it looks good, Silty?"
  6677. >Taking a moment to examine your handiwork, the mare gave a warm, affirmative nod.
  6678. >"Indeed it is, Anon...I suppose I should get going now..."
  6679. >The mare sighed, knowing what was to come.
  6680. >A separation of two lovers, though only for a few hours at most, would feel an eternity thrice over.
  6681. "I guess, yeah...want me to walk you down? I know I probably can't come with, but-"
  6682. >Before you could finish your sentence, Siltsong enthusiastically nodded with a renewed, bright smile.
  6683. >"I'd appreciate that very much!"
  6684. >Unable to say no to that beautiful, captivating smile of hers, you took her hoof for the short journey down.
  6685. >As the journey was practically programmed at this point into your mind, you almost barely registered its passing.
  6686. >When you came to the foyer, you knew it would be time to part ways with Silts.
  6687. >Close to the front entrance of the Imperial Saghai Embassy, there stood two Honor Guards, their spears with an attached crescent blade standing at attention.
  6688. >Between the two of them, there was some other mare, all dressed up in ceremonial military attire.
  6689. >You most certainly did not recognize them, but then again, you probably didn't know a majority of Equestrian political officials.
  6690. >Haven't exactly been keeping up with your politics character lore as of late.
  6691. >Maybe next season it will actually be good.
  6692. >When this mare of mystery laid eyes on the sweetheart at your side, a very light upwards curl of the lips splayed itself across the other mare's muzzle.
  6693. >"So you have arrived, Lady Siltsong. I trust that you're ready to go now? The meeting's on a tight schedule."
  6694. >As expected, it's not like anyone was gonna let a single real detail pass onto you.
  6695. >With everything shrouded in a layer of secrecy so enveloping, you'd think they were about to discuss the next generation of combat-capable beyblade spinners.
  6696. >With a nod, Siltsong affirmed her query.
  6697. >"I am, just...one last little thing before I go."
  6698. >The Equestrian official inquisitively raised an eyebrow, but nonetheless let her do whatever was on her mind.
  6699. >"Be quick about it, then. I'll be outside, waiting."
  6700. >With each hoofstep resounding through the great hall, you wondered what it was that Silty might've needed to take care of.
  6701. >The feeling of two strong forelegs wrapping around your waist answered your question for you.
  6702. >Looking down to Silty, you see her on the tips of her hooves, cheek pressed firmly against your middle as she hugged you tightly.
  6703. >"I'll miss you, Anon..."
  6704. >As she lightened her hug, coming back down onto her back hooves fully, you returned the favor.
  6705. >Locking your arms around her back and running your fingers through her mane, you say your own goodbyes.
  6706. "I'll miss you, too, Siltsong sweetest. You go take care of what you need to, and when you get back, I'll be right here."
  6707. >Your sweetheart looked up to you with those gorgeous eyes of hers, the way they seemed to shine and glitter in the dim light outclassing even the most brilliant and masterfully-cut amethysts.
  6708. >"Do you promise, Anon?"
  6709. >Signing, sealing and delivering your affirmative answer, you plant a short-but-sweet kiss on her lips.
  6710. "I promise, Silty. If I have to, I'll pass out in the lobby just for you."
  6711. >Shaking her head, Siltsong chortled softly at your jesting.
  6712. "Now, you should probably get to it. Don't worry, I won't be going anywhere."
  6713. >Not at this fucking hour, you wouldn't.
  6714. >Shortly after you let go of your beloved, she was off, Honor Guards flanking her for protection.
  6715. >And before long, she was gone...
  6716. >The weight of separation wasn't easy to put your mind off of, when for so long, it was filled with thoughts of your mare.
  6717. >Her name, the way she moved, her refined mannerisms...
  6718. >Even though it was something to expect, it almost felt as though it hadn't gotten any more palatable, being apart from one another for so long.
  6719. >Perhaps one of the major downsides of being a hopeless romantic, in the end.
  6720. >Well, not much you could do about it in this situation.
  6721. >All you could do was find something to temporarily occupy that void.
  6722. >As you thought about what you could do, from taking a bomb-ass nap to studying geography to practicing your calligraphy, that Captain came trotting up to you again.
  6723. >"Anonymous. If you'll follow me for a moment."
  6724. >You were gonna have to put the brakes on this wild bronco for a minute, there.
  6725. "For what? Did I do something particularly wrong?"
  6726. >A little less than amused, the military stallion tersely stared you in the eye.
  6727. >"You have not. Yet. On orders from my superiors, you are to learn how to properly defend yourself...and if it comes to the worst, Lady Siltsong."
  6728. >His gruff response, and its contents, caught you by surprise.
  6729. >Before you could stammer out another question or half-hearted remark, the Captain's order was repeated with annoyance.
  6730. >"Now that I have answered your question, follow me to get you introducted to handling a weapon."
  6731. >Seeing as you weren't going to get out of this anytime soon, you supposed you found your activity for the night.
  6732. >You were honestly starting to get worried, now that you were apparently being roped in for some self-defense lessons.
  6733. >Had the war started tumbling back down to the Dark Tyrant's favor?
  6734. >Lady Luck was certainly a fickle kind of mistress.
  6735. >As you arrived in the training yard for the Honor Guard, now empty for the night as a skeleton crew watched over the grounds, the Captain withdrew the sword from his scabbard.
  6736. >Balancing on his hind legs with remarkable endurance, he gave some basic expositional information on the sharp blade.
  6737. >"This, Anonymous, is a Jian. It is a traditional double-edged sword from the ancient southern dynasties, and has seen service in Saghaic armies for thousands of years. While not an important detail, under the Classics, it is often referred to as the 'Gentlecolt of Weapons.'"
  6738. >With one gentle, almost accidental shifting of the blade, you could see its sharper edge nick off a little bit of his hoof's hard keratin.
  6739. >The Captain, of course, used this moment to give a tiny little lecture on weapon safety.
  6740. >"And as you could see, these are not children's toys or wooden practice sabres. I will not be held accountable if you do something particularly absent-minded because you didn't heed my warning."
  6741. >Keeping it steady in his hooves, he gestures for you to take it.
  6742. >"This weapon may not be forged explicitly for you, Anonymous, but it should give you a reasonable outline as to what it is like to wield a jian. Go ahead, take it for a moment. Don't keep it, though. I need it back."
  6743. >Carefully, you grab the hilt of the sabre, and go through the quantumly-beamed process of getting a read on the feeling of the sword.
  6744. >Though the grip did feel like it was more or less meant to be held by a pony's mouth, and didn't quite fit a hand...
  6745. >You'd guess this is what a balanced weapon would feel like.
  6746. >In some intrinsic way,it felt...right to hold.
  6747. >Of course, before you could get too carried away marvelling at the jian's beauty and design, the Guard Captain wouldn't leave that for tonight.
  6748. >For the next couple of hours that night, he instructed you on the absolute basics on how to hold a sword.
  6749. >More specifically, what the jian excells in its versatility.
  6750. >Unbeknownst to you, there were actually three "divisions" to the blade, and that they all were meant to do different things.
  6751. >The tip of the jian was meant for stabbing, quick cutting, and slashing; an entirely offensive stance.
  6752. >For the general area that was the middle, it was safe to say it was the one with the multirole section.
  6753. >Heavier cuts with some properly defensive deflection included for the low, low price of those last two fries in the bag.
  6754. >Last but not least, the area closest to the hilt was entirely defensive in nature, the foil to the tip's offense.
  6755. >Wasn't really jack shit you could do with it beyond taking it, at that point.
  6756. >Though most certainly a basic understanding of the sword, it was the jumping point from which teaching could properly begin.
  6757. >However, tonight was not the night for weeaboo fightan magic.
  6758. >You did get a few practice swings in, though, to better understand what the Captain was telling you.
  6759. >It was a surprise to see how fluid your movements felt, each movement of the sword in your hand as natural as a breeze.
  6760. >In due time, however, the lesson was over.
  6761. >The gruff clearing of a throat was the metaphorical bell to let out this class.
  6762. >"Good, you seem to understand how to follow directions well enough. We will continue this at a later date, when the Embassy's blacksmith has forged a blade properly befitting your size and stature. Return to me my sword, and you are dismissed for tonight."
  6763. >The stallion said, expectantly waiting for the weapon that he bequeathed unto you be returned.
  6764. >Naturally, you would not leave him hanging like that.
  6765. >Probably because you had some worries that he might be able to suplex you with his back legs, whilst chewing someone's ass out for whatever reason he could pull out of his hat.
  6766. >And so you did as he asked.
  6767. >After promptly fucking off, you waited around for the remainder of the time it took for Siltsong to come back home.
  6768. >Given that you had been preoccupied with the finer points of wielding a sharp, pointy metal stick, you thought it wouldn't have been long.
  6769. >But of course, you were wrong, as a certain overweight director would be so jubilant to remind you.
  6770. >As the seconds ticked on by at a glacial pace, yourself becoming anxious over the contents of that meeting, your disrupted sleep schedule called for you to return.
  6771. >Though you fought to stay up longer, you could not resist its gravitational pull.
  6772. >Finding a comfy seat to slouch down in, you attempt to punch in some extra shuteye, finding a moment's respite from the sudden upheaval.
  6773. >That was, until you felt some other presence shift up onto your lap, and curl up.
  6774. >Opening your eyes groggily, you were met with a most welcome sight.
  6775. >Siltsong, exhausted as ever, laying in your lap as her heavy eyelids were coming to a close.
  6776. >Of course, you found this a perfect opportunity to greet her as eloquently as your sleep-deprived mind could.
  6777. "Silty? What're you doing...?"
  6778. >Swiveling her head around to see the source of that familiar voice, her drowsy eyes met your own.
  6779. >"O-Oh...hello there, Anon...just trying to-"
  6780. >Her sentence was interrupted by a long, drawn-out poner yawn.
  6781. >"-trying to lay down...maybe sleep...I'm tired..."
  6782. >Letting her get comfortable for a moment, you soon envelop your beloved mare in lots of post-meeting gentle petting.
  6783. "I can tell...what took you so long? It's early morning..."
  6784. >Whining softly at having to recant the wonderful memory, Siltsong tried to be quick about it all.
  6785. >"It took so long because there was a lot to discuss."
  6786. >Running your fingers in her now-straight mane, your thumb providing some high-quality ear scritches, you inqure a bit further.
  6787. "Well, what can you tell me? Seems like there was much more than just a meeting of the minds to discuss foreign policy."
  6788. >Siltsong weakly waved her hoof in a dismissive manner as her braided tail wrapped around your middle.
  6789. >"There's some things I can't tell you...too secret, can't let it be compromised and all that...what I can tell you is that the war situation isn't doing too good in Equestria now."
  6790. >You could feel your worries of the fighting arriving at your doorstep increasing, but in your tired state, it wasn't too poignant.
  6791. "Oh. What happened, then, if it required all...this?"
  6792. >A couple of moments after shifting around in your lap to get the best Anon-based bed she could, Silty elaborated.
  6793. >"Commander Rainbow Dash's offensive failed, cost her a wing and nearly her life...some reports say that Griffonstone might be the next target for Sombra's aggression...Crystal Empire's also making fast territorial gains..."
  6794. >Unable to find too much comfort, the Saghaic mare situated her hind legs against your lap, before locking her forelegs around your neck in a weary and gentle hug.
  6795. >"Nothing new from home...it's all so tiring...you think you could take us up to bed again?"
  6796. >Siltsong requested, her voice quite tinged with a poignant lack of sleep.
  6797. >Thinking you were able to get her upstairs without passing out, you nodded slowly.
  6798. "I think I can, if that's what you want."
  6799. >Closing her eyes one final time, Silty nodded in affirmation, starting to snooze her little pony snooze in your lap and arms.
  6800. >Keeping a firm, tight hold of her sleeping form, you carry her back to the room you had been so rudely torn from a good night's sleep.
  6801. >An interrupted sleep shcedule was sub-optimal.
  6802. >And you needed to rectify this problem by sleeping in late with the Missus.
  6803. >Even if things were going to shit elsewhere, you at least had this.
  6804. >A mare who you loved with all your heart.
  6805. >Someone - some pony - who you knew brought new meaning into your life from day one.
  6806. >As you set her back down on the bed, gently tucking in the absolutely exhausted poner, you see her trademark soft smile blossom once more.
  6807. >Joining her in bed, you try and get a little more shuteye amid all the new information you took in.
  6808. >When you weren't sleepy anymore, then would be a good time to panic over the war's minutia.
  6809. >For now, all that mattered was holding the softly-snoring Siltsong close, and making sure you never let go of this little blessing.
  6810. >~{Day 282}~
  6811. >The news of the failed Northern Counteroffensive began to spread quite rapidly, thanks in no small part to the rugged commander's bold and sudden rise hitting the press and captivating the public.
  6812. >Their war hero, now held so tantalisingly-close to Death's doorstep...
  6813. >From what you read in the paper, it was presumed that her wing had been nearly sheared off by being at the wrong place at the wrong time.
  6814. >In other words, in the line of fire when enemy artillery used canister shot to counteract an assault on their position.
  6815. >And so, the final push of the offensive to retake those badlands was transformed into a gradual withdrawal of forces to a safe fallback point.
  6816. >All those miles of ground, paid in full with the price of young mares and stallions to the battlefield, lost to the enemy once again.
  6817. >It was no real wonder why people and ponies would be feeling a bit of dread for what was to come.
  6818. >Last you read in the paper, Rainbow Dash was recovering at a field hospital far from the combat zones, now scarred for life with the disfiguration of a lost wing.
  6819. >There were some rumors floating around about a pony claiming to be able to craft intricate and functional prosthetics coming to try and rebuild what was lost, but those remained uncomfirmed.
  6820. >Many wondered what would be the next Equestrian response to this newest setback.
  6821. >Something told you that they had a plan, one they were unable to disclose to the public for fear of it being a project compromised.
  6822. >Of course, that was only what you could fathom a guess from first-hand experiences.
  6823. >Things weren't just going poorly on the northern front.
  6824. >Oh no, that wouldn't be good enough of a conundrum.
  6825. >Things were also deteriorating down south, as well.
  6826. >Virtually unopposed, they continued to push through the humid jungles, navigating around the Equestrian defenders further up north of them.
  6827. >It was becoming clear as to what they were trying to do now, the crystal ponies under Sombra's will.
  6828. >They were encircling Equestria, having driven a wedge between them and the western coasts.
  6829. >And now, it would seem as though they were repeating the same exact thing to the east.
  6830. >Granted, the reistance being put up would make a Finn proud, but there was some genuine concern that the east coast would be severed from Equestria.
  6831. >If anything, it would help bring the nation to its knees quicker.
  6832. >Fewer and fewer supplies would be coming to Equestria's aid, if that was the case.
  6833. >The problem of internal refugees had improved to a degree, even if a few still trickled in from the recently-ravaged southern lands.
  6834. >Mostly, farmers and frontiersfolk eeking out a living on the fringes.
  6835. >Rations were starting to get a bit more strignent than before, in anticipation of the worst happening.
  6836. >Siltsong didn't like it a whole lot, finding the excessive saltiness of canned goods quite unappealing.
  6837. >With rations becoming thinner, and to keep everyone fed, the gardens were cleared to make way for things like rice.
  6838. >Actually, that was pretty much it.
  6839. >Shit grows like weeds, but unlike them, it'll feed a family with plenty to spare.
  6840. >And it probably isn't poisonous.
  6841. >Though, for today, things were relatively calm being this far from the front lines.
  6842. >Whilst Silty was watching and timidly helping with the growing of that magical fucking grain, you were being taught on more than just holding a sword.
  6843. >This time, it was more about how to use it.
  6844. >And adding to that, you were holding your very own jian, actually designed to be held by human hands.
  6845. >Not human or pony teeth.
  6846. >At first, you really didn't know what to expect from your training, aside from the obvious.
  6847. >You didn't even know if this was a disaster in the making.
  6848. >Much to your surprise, however, it wasn't as difficult as you would have expected.
  6849. >Even though Siltsong's Honor Guard Captain had never trained a human in his life, or anything close to one for that matter, you had come a long way from those first days.
  6850. >Where once you had the swordsmanship of a weeb, now, you could definitely say you knew this thing like it was an extension of your body.
  6851. >Dare you say, you might actually be competent in holding this thing as though it were your johnson.
  6852. >That wide stroke of a joke aside, you had a firm grasp on the subject.
  6853. >Every lesson had a relatively simple theme from the Guard Captain to follow.
  6854. >He'd give you some basic lecture, ensure that you were following proper, disciplined form, and then spend plenty of time afterwards having you undergo sparring with this newfound knowledge.
  6855. >It wasn't anything you'd be showing off in the circus anytime soon, but in the words of stallion educating you on self-defense, "This may not dazzle anypony, however, not dying is a higher priority."
  6856. >However true his words may be, a part of you was hoping that you would never have to use this newfound knowledge in an actual combat situation.
  6857. >It couldn't hurt to be prepared, however, should there be more shadowy actions going on in the political sphere.
  6858. >Funny thing about being married- er, almost-married - to a figure in the upper echelons of politics.
  6859. >You learn right quick that there are games being played on a whole different level, in a language of power most people weren't sufficiently fluent in.
  6860. >Equestrian high society may not have such cutthroat political intrigue, but it was a good idea to follow along with the major happenings and trends, alongside the other minutia of the elite.
  6861. >You know, all the shit you didn't have to worry about beforehand coming to Equestria.
  6862. >The clash of wooden training blades draws your thoughts closer to reality, your equine opponent striking the subsitute Jian's middle as you tried to withstand the heavy blows.
  6863. >Why not use the real deal, you may be asking yourself?
  6864. >Pony armor didn't fit you, and in the Guard Captain's own words, "Heaven forbid I actually get you hurt, I would never hear the end of it from my charge."
  6865. >It was the nicer of the things he had said to you during this sparring session.
  6866. >For instance, when he witnessed your endurance faltering at some forgotten point, he remarked about how he pitied the mare that took your hoof if you thought the amount of time he had you training was forever.
  6867. >Cold as a stone, that was, but it was enough to keep you going.
  6868. >He may not yell at you like a drill sergeant, at least not as much, but knew how to properly get under your skin.
  6869. >Just that right amount to keep you amgry enough to keep fighting.
  6870. >With every clash of the wooden blades, you marveled at how long your opponent was able to keep up the barrage.
  6871. >The observant, strict stallion-at-arms had noticed you were utilizing the sharp, blade end of the substitute straight sword with some noticeable displeasure.
  6872. >"Anonymous, don't deflect with the blade's edge unless you want a useless and expensive steel paperweight in your future, you prole! Defend with the blade's flat end!"
  6873. >His shrill, commanding yell distracted you for but a moment, however it was all that was needed for your opponent to deliver a swift blow with the pommel of the substitute Jian.
  6874. >The strike of the blunted end knocked the wind from your lungs, and setting you flat on your ass.
  6875. >From your position, you had a perfect view of the Honor Guard you had been sparring with, standing over your form with the practice blade firmly held by his maw.
  6876. >A valuable sense of perspective had emerged, one that helped to lecture you on the fickle fate of fighting.
  6877. >If this was a real combat situation, you were at the mercy of whomever held you in such a position.
  6878. >More likely than not, this would be the last thing a man would see in reward for his shortcomings in battle.
  6879. >After a palpable shake of the head, the Captain's voice broke the overhanging silence.
  6880. >"Uulchaarai, tsereg...that's enough for now."
  6881. >The Bannerpony's stance shifted upon hearing the order from his superior, setting aside the dummy sword.
  6882. >Next thing you knew, the Bannerpony was offering a hoof to help get you back on your feet.
  6883. >You weren't exactly going to refuse a helping hoof, especially as you were still catching your breath from that pommel strike.
  6884. >Grasping his extended foreleg, you pull as he lifted, digging his hind hooves into the dirt as you came to your feet.
  6885. "Uh...thanks, man...appreciate the help."
  6886. >You utter in between labored breaths, knowing his strike will definitely leave a good bruise for days.
  6887. >The stallion silently nods, acknowledging your thanks before going about tidying up the sparring grounds.
  6888. >With that, you assumed the lengthy training had come to an end for the day.
  6889. >At least, you could assume so if Cap'n Grumps over there didn't have anything in particular to pipe up about.
  6890. >Speak of the devil, the Captain breathed a heavy sigh, taking off his felt helmet to run his hoof along his short, braided mane.
  6891. >"Whatever am I going to do with you, Anonymous? You certainly aren't the most difficult of beasts I've had the fortune of training, but by the Emperor's Grace, you and your kith must never have lifted a sword before."
  6892. >All you were able to conjure up in response was a mere shrug, it being relatively true.
  6893. "Can't say that I have, really. Can you tell me what you meant by 'turning a sword into a useless steel paperweight?'"
  6894. >You ask, wanting some elucidation on the outburst that "fatally" distracted you.
  6895. >Setting the helmet back firmly atop his head after giving his short mane a singular run with his hoof, the stallion-in-charge gestured to his own straight sword, still in its scabbard.
  6896. >"A blade without a properly-cutting edge is about as effective as using a butter knife to fell trees. Did you know you could damage this even by simply drawing it from its sheathe?"
  6897. >Swords suddenly seemed a lot more fragile, if that was the case.
  6898. "No, never did...do you always need it to be real sharp? Sounds like a nightmare to keep them properly maintained."
  6899. >He shrugs, the stallion giving you the roundabout "yes" to your rhetorical question.
  6900. >"I assume you can see what can happen, thusly, should you strike a blade at such an angle. You can both damage the cutting edge of your sword, and in a twist for the worst, shatter it if you're exceptionally-unlucky. Also, should you have missed it..."
  6901. >The Guard Captain draws his own, appropriately pony-sized Jian, before balancing on his two back hooves to show you whatever mystical secrets you have yet to divine about the double-edged blade.
  6902. >"...the Jian possesses a three-plate construction, in the middle is a core of very hard and brittle steel; this is wedged between two softer plates of steel, of which protect this brittle middle."
  6903. >The more you listened, the more you thought you were listening to a completely different pony.
  6904. >"Some of the harder steel core remains exposed, giving the sword its sharp edge. The softer plates adorning it should thusly be used to absorb the blow, because it won't be doing any slashing or what-have-you. Do you understand, Anonymous?"
  6905. >As he sheathed the blade, you nodded in agreement, believing that he might be telling you the truth.
  6906. "Yeah, I do. Also...how do you know so much about this? I wouldn't have guessed you knew that much about a sword's internals."
  6907. >The Captain dismissively waves you off with a hoof, quick to encourage your departure now that training and lectures were done with.
  6908. >"My father was a blacksmith, and until destiny said otherwise, I believed I would follow in his hoofsteps. Now, off with you, Lady Siltsong might have more need for you in this moment."
  6909. >Well, he did bring up an excellent point...
  6910. >And you know what, that was exactly what your plans would be occupied with.
  6911. >Departing from the sparring grounds, your search for the mare who had long-since captured your heart began in the repurposed courtyard.
  6912. >There, you found Siltsong, trying her best to help with those of her hoofmaids in the gardens.
  6913. >Of course, since she never had to perform such a thing in her life, Silty wasn't exactly a mare with the greenest of hooves.
  6914. >A few things that did come as a mild surprise was that she wasn't wearing her almost-iconic silk dress, though her mane was still tied up in the trraditional ox-horn style.
  6915. >Chattering intermittently with her hoofmaids, she seemed to be getting into the rhythm of preparing the rice plants for the inevitable harvesting season.
  6916. >As you stepped closer to greet your sweetheart, it would have been amiss for you to not take note of the whiteish, foamy sweat that had been trickling from her neck and hind legs.
  6917. >The latter of which you may or may not have taken a moment to admire, how the mineral-dense sweat seemed to highlight the outline of her appreciable curves.
  6918. >However, your focus would rest elsewhere than just mentally copping a feel.
  6919. >Coming over and sitting down by your mare, you set your hand on her withers, her coat feeling like hair that had been accumulating a workday's mess, though not as tangled.
  6920. "How goes the farming in our little home, Siltsong, sweetest?"
  6921. >Feeling a familiar hand now gently residing on her withers and recognizing your voice, distinct from anyone else's, Silty laxed her efforts in connecting with that earth poner magic.
  6922. >"Dreadful, Anon...all this dirt is getting in my forelegs' fur, and my coat feels all...all matted and disgusting! I just had a shower, too! The sun feels like it's making it worse, with all this heat. I really do hope I don't catch a suburn..."
  6923. >Silts sighed as she pouted regarding the uncleanliness of working the soil, and the toils of what she never had to endure as a mare of noble birth.
  6924. "Well, why didn't you wear a hat or something?"
  6925. >You question, thinking that she could do with something to avert the sun's aggressive gaze.
  6926. >It had begun to finally heat up to what felt like summer, despite the Windigos and their feasting upon this war's suffering.
  6927. >"Because I thought it would have messed up my mane, as well, and that this wouldn't have taken such a long time...how Mother put up with gardening, I can't fathom..."
  6928. >Your wife-to-be elaborated upon her own reasoning, flawed as it may have been.
  6929. >Though, towards the end, her voice had a noticeable inflection of intermingled frustration and...worry, if you were hearing it right.
  6930. "Silty...is something the matter? You sound like something has been troubling you."
  6931. >The Saghai mare leaned against your side, yourself draping an arm around her as she appeared a bit more crestfallen following your observation.
  6932. >"...it must be plain on my face...after you had gone to the sparring yards, a letter had come from Spirits. He was recently wounded in a botched assault on a much stronger position than he thought...he never learns..."
  6933. >As Siltsong broke the news of her brother's folly to you, her voice started to catch.
  6934. >Not so far as to be a choked-up sob, but you could discern quite easily that it had gotten deep under her skin, having wormed its way into her heart and mind.
  6935. >Even as the war situation had been going poorly all-around thus far, it was the first time you think it got especially personal.
  6936. >It may have been somewhat silly that the both of you were so concerned about the war when it broke last year, when it was often so far away.
  6937. >However, it often finds a way of coming close no matter how far someone may be from the many hells of the front.
  6938. >As your mare drew a shaky breath, you gently pet her mane and held her close, thinking now would be a better time to listen instead of offering your hot take on the matter.
  6939. >"This is probably the part I hate the most about my assignment, at this faraway post...y-you're never there when something like this happens. Everypony you know, e-everypony you care about...you feel so powerless when the w-worst happens, like this..."
  6940. >With every word she spoke, it became harder for her to continue, her words caught in her throat.
  6941. >Before long, she didn't even want to continue.
  6942. >Having given up on her attempts at assisting with actual agriculture and coherent conversation, Silty instead chose to drape herself onto your lap.
  6943. >As you moved to run a hand down her back, with the other gently rubbing her ear, you couldn't help but think to yourself a sort of irony.
  6944. >Back when war first came to Saghaic shores, Siltsong was bold and defiant, stating upon that declaration of war between the nations that it would be a decisive victory for her homeland.
  6945. >As the war continued to drag on with no end in sight, any victory gained would be hard-fought.
  6946. >Within this moment in time, especially, the situation was undoubtedly bleak.
  6947. >A cruel irony, you mentally voice, Silt's very tangible concerns bleeding over to you.
  6948. >For those ponies like herself with family out in the battlefield, they might be out there, toiling without respite with their brothers and sisters.
  6949. >The next, they come back home in a pine box, medals pinned to their chest and meaningless consolations given to grieving mothers.
  6950. >Having that Sword of Damocles hanging over anyone would be a torment unlike any other.
  6951. >And for it to be hanging ever-so-delicately above Siltsong, 'twas all the more uncomfortable for your thoughts to rest upon.
  6952. >Attempting to try and dispel some of this discormfort by comforting the mare in your lap, your mind becomes a bit more vacant, your gaze not fixated on anything in particular.
  6953. >You weren't sure how long you held your mare close, offering what sweet nothings you were able, but her voice recalled you from your vacant state.
  6954. >"...Anonymous?"
  6955. >Glancing down to meet her violet eyes' gaze, you nod, ears open to what she had to say.
  6956. "What is it, Siltsong, dearest?"
  6957. >Her eyes shifted focus, glancing from her hooves to your visage as she asked her little quandary.
  6958. >"I miss them all, so much...I just want to go back home and hold them again...just to know they're well. Do you think it'll be over soon?"
  6959. >Petting her mane along its scalp, you mull over the possibility, considering the bleak outlook of the Crystal War from where you stood.
  6960. "Really...I don't know, for sure. Maybe things'll turn around again, in time. They have before, right?"
  6961. >You muse, thinking back to the cycle of victories and defeats thus far.
  6962. >"I suppose so...but in that case, wouldn't it be just as quick to sour for our side?"
  6963. >Siltsong presented a valid point, not sure if optimism would be misplaced.
  6964. "Maybe; maybe. We can't give up on everyone just yet, though. Something tells me we'll make it, Silty."
  6965. >You remark, at the very least willing to have faith for just a bit longer.
  6966. >If Sombrero wasn't marching outside Canterlot, you surmised, then it wasn't appropriate to start dusting off a white flag.
  6967. >Besides, defeatism was a tiring venture.
  6968. >~{Day 301.5}~
  6969. >Try as you might to remain optimistic, time had a way of grinding down people under the millstone of attrition.
  6970. >Every day as the war dragged on, you felt that tug of concern grow, regarding what was to come.
  6971. >What might happen to the future you wanted to build with your aristocratic mare?
  6972. >If the defense of the Equestrian heartland falters, what would befall the both of you?
  6973. >What was closer; defeat or victory?
  6974. >...would this damnable war ever end?
  6975. >Staring up at the ceiling in silence, you would recieve no immedite answer.
  6976. >Such questions had kept you awake, and no sheep-counting had been able to lull you off to sleep just yet.
  6977. >One of 'those' nights, you supposed.
  6978. >Restlessness was exactly what you needed in your life right about now.
  6979. >Your brooding thoughts were temporarily interrupted by a familiar shifting of weight right next to you, getting more comfortable beside you.
  6980. >Followed by quiet, gentle poner snoring.
  6981. >Turning your head and tearing your gaze away from the shrouded, unchanching ceiling, you embrace Siltsong just a bit tighter, a smile gently breaking out on your visage.
  6982. >A moment of peace and clarity was brought with the sensation of feeling the warmth of her body so close, and running your fingers gently through her lengthy mane.
  6983. >You had almost entirely forgotten your woes of being unable to get some shuteye, if only to be able to spend just a little more time with your sweetheart.
  6984. >And holding her close, you knew why you stood strong.
  6985. >Yeah, you were a big ol' sap and hoplessly lost in romanticism.
  6986. >You couldn't really help it.
  6987. >Sighing gently after planting a kiss on her cheek, you suppose a different strategy might get you to sleep.
  6988. >Couldn't stand strong for your mare if you were on the verge of passing out, after all.
  6989. >All there was left to do was to was to pick a choice one...
  6990. >Perhaps boring yourself with this strategery talk might do the trick?
  6991. >Your name wasn't Anon von Moltkey, but you think you could manage.
  6992. >Where had you left off last for the war's progress?
  6993. >You thought it was about how Sombra advanced on the southern lands, and it seemed unstoppable?
  6994. >Yeah, that did sound about right.
  6995. >If memory served correctly, they were performing a pincer attack around the Equestrian heartland, aiming to cut off the nation from the rest of the world.
  6996. >And more importantly, the supply lifelines that had helped hold together the beleaguered nation.
  6997. >To help tie the noose tighter around Equestria, King Sombra had continued his advance along the swamplands, despite their inherent strategic invalidity.
  6998. >All that mattered was to complete the encirclement.
  6999. >Battles were quite sparse in the region, as the disgraced commander of the southern armies was able to keep themselves from giving the Dark Tyrant the decisive battle his speed-oriented conquests required.
  7000. >At least one thing was going right, in spite of giving up useless ground.
  7001. >In fact, across the vast Equestrian theater, fighting had become more scarce altogether.
  7002. >Though summer was in full swing, both the Crystal Ponies and the Royal Guard have shyed away from too many battles.
  7003. >The frontlines were already massive disregarding pockets of Equestrian resistance, for either side.
  7004. >Though it wasn't really feasible for them to get down and dirty in an unimaginably-long network of trenches, a remarkable system of fortresses and castles established in strategic positions has taken their place.
  7005. >Each one functioned to support another, each one forged as a strong link of an in-depth chain of defense.
  7006. >Neither side wanted to risk launching a spearhead against the other, lest it be readily flanked by forces from another station.
  7007. >Of course, that's saying nothing about the sheer expense of laying such a siege against an entrenched position of defenses.
  7008. >Though the threat still lingered of an invasion, with how many concentric operations the Tyrant in the North was sustaining, it had relieved some pressure for Princess Celestia.
  7009. >It would seem neither wanted to waste such vital harsepower in these phases of the war.
  7010. >Naturally, that led to the question as to what else was going on, besides the desperate defense of the heartlands.
  7011. >Open, decivise battles may not be as prominent as they once were, but that didn't mean shady shit was not off the table.
  7012. >This was war, not an rehearsed game between battalions.
  7013. >Most recognizably, the reconnaissance work done by the Wonderbolts and the night bombing raids of the Shadowbolts [spoiler]or Night Witches, whichever worked for yourself.[/spoiler]
  7014. >Though the Crystal Empire was gradually adapting to try and counter these aerial menaces, utilizing what battlemages they could spare to shoot down such pegasi troops, their nighttime raids and attentave observations were becoming a growing threat.
  7015. >You're still not exactly sure where they got the hoof grenades from, but having seen the reports of them blossoming from an experimental curiosity to a powerful new weapon of war, they took their place as a potent element of the Equestrian arsenal.
  7016. >Not to focus far too much on the free pony side of the matter, you had heard rumors of turncoats.
  7017. >From the limited gossip of high-ranking nobility to hushed discussions in the streets of the relatively-ordinary pony of Canterlot, fearul and tentative whispers spoke of those whom may have...questionable loyalties.
  7018. >It had begun in earnest after a major cannery in the rough vicinity of Ponyville suffered a catastrophic, unusual and rapid set of mechanical failures.
  7019. >Luckily, the extent of the damage remained either in lost time and machinery, with the only casualties being injuries.
  7020. >The Sun Princess had, for the most part, done what she could to reassure her citizenry, obviously wishing to keep morale high and the people's spirit unbroken.
  7021. >After all, there was still plausible deniability it was just a extraordinarily unfortunate accident.
  7022. >No need to make Stalinist assumptions of breaking just yet.
  7023. >As always with such matters, as the rumor mill churned and roiled as one expected, some ponies even spoke of possible sabotage at an artillery yard or within one of the Flim-Flam Brother's arms manufactories.
  7024. >A matter which they fervently denied, not only to keep war morale high, but to give the impression that their facilities were secure from foreign aggression.
  7025. >No comment on the safety.
  7026. >A sneaky threat that was much more apparent was the sudden but not toally unexpected march on the outlying territories of the Grittish Isles and Griffonstone Station.
  7027. >Yeah, not exactly the biggest shocker, especially since they had yet to personally suffer at Sombra's hooves and they did indirectly join the war.
  7028. >You mean, hey, what's one more enemy and war theater to add to the list, right?
  7029. >From what you could gather from the newspapers, it would seem an armored train formation had stormed through the inadequate defenses of the griffons, and had secured the Station as a forward command post.
  7030. >How could they have gotten there by train, you may be asking yourself.
  7031. >Well, trains can't float or fly, so clearly they crossed by the only major railway bridge to the Griffon heartland.
  7032. >Bridges that should most certainly have been demolished by now.
  7033. >Rumor has it the cat-birds were busy bickering over the most cost-effective way to get rid of such a startegic target.
  7034. >When they realized their mistake, it was already far too late, and what troops they could spare had to be placed as stop-gap measures to stymie the Dark King's advance while engineer corps further back tore up the railways.
  7035. >Oopsie poopsie.
  7036. >For the Grittish Isles, King Sombra and his subjugated Crystal Ponies had launched a naval invasion to sieze the aforementioned islands and the strategic port of Trottingham.
  7037. >The local military commander of the region had paid much more attention to matters outside their country, for once, and had prevented the immediate fall of the township.
  7038. >With his naval invasion of the strategic sea center having been thwarted for now, King Sombra chose to set up shop in a different stretch of the island, closer to the sourthern edge.
  7039. >Instead of gaining control of the decisive port city, he would now have to make due with a rough-shod staging ground for a lengthier campaign.
  7040. >So, maybe not all was lost, then.
  7041. >Other than the much more official entry of Griffonstone into the ever-expanding scope of the Great Crystal War, the only other piece of news worth recognizing from the Griffons was the slowing of supply shipments.
  7042. >If the Crystal Ponies had somehow procured seaworthy ships, it wouldn't be too far a stretch to assume they could take on the mostly-undefended shipping between nations.
  7043. >That would not do.
  7044. >The Griffons were met with a choice of two strategies to deal with the newfound naval menace; super speedy and well-planned single trasport runs, or convoy formations to reduce the risk of commerce raiders.
  7045. >Both were currently being carefully tested, gauging the cost-effectiveness of either approach.
  7046. >The idea of airships was tossed around in one meeting between Entente powers, according to Silty, due in no small part to Equestria's relative air superiority.
  7047. >Whether or not they would take charge and use the developing technology, that had yet to be seen.
  7048. >Considering they were already being invaded and more likely than not needed whatever resources they could muster, such ventures appeared a grand luxury, if anything else.
  7049. >Beyond the threat to Equestria's feeding pipeline, there had yet to be additional developments on the Griffonstone front.
  7050. >The only other active theater of this war that had yet to be given a once-over was the Saghaic front.
  7051. >And so, as you cuddled your exotic, silvery mare, you'd recall what infomration trickled down to the Imperial Embassy.
  7052. >For starters, where exactly were the hordes of Bannerponies to fight King Sombra's advance?
  7053. >As far as you could tell, what Bannerponies hadn't been cut off during the opening stages of the Crystal Empire's invasion through Yakyakistan, the regrouping Imperial soldiers had taken to a more defensible position deep into the Saghaic Empire.
  7054. >Where, exactly, you couldn't tell.
  7055. >What you could discern was that they had a majority of their forces mustering deep within their own territory, with armies like those under your wife-to-be's brothers' command being more isolated pockets of resistance.
  7056. >The levels of success varied quite greatly, considering that each of these tümens of Bannerponies were pocketed deep behind enemy lines.
  7057. >For those under skilled tactical leadership, tales of their exploits no doubt inspired many of the Saghai, a great morale boon.
  7058. >For the rest, however...
  7059. >The encirclement would mean eventual defeat.
  7060. >Often, this ended in the utter annihilation of the tümens in question, no matter how defiantly they resisted the massed onslaught of mind-slaved ponies.
  7061. >Whether out of bravado or complete inability to maneuver out of such an engagement, many of the green recruits and inexperienced officers were cut down, ensnared by an overwhelming enemy on all sides.
  7062. >Speaking of which, the movements of the Crystal Empire's brainwashed armies might just be titllating enough to lull you off to sleep.
  7063. >As was to be expected, they had conquered much of the far eastern territories of the Saghai, and were soon to reach the great natural barrier of the Wailing Mountains.
  7064. >Their lightning speed was in no small part assisted by their southward expansion into Equestria, no longer being constrained by the logistical bottleneck made by the harsh terrain hugging the North Luna Sea.
  7065. >In fact, before the war had began, a new railroad had been opened across a southern land route with much formality and ceremony, linking the two nations closer together.
  7066. >As a side note, you had learned this was one of the first diplomatic missions Siltsong had undertaken.
  7067. >A good way to start one's career, but you digress.
  7068. >Them sexy troop movement charts were here to try and manifest themselves into your dreams, if you would get to having them, that is.
  7069. >Interestingly, it would appear much of that eastern territory they had conquered was sparsely-populated in comparison to the coveted heartlands, and with it much of Saghaic industry remained out of King Sombra's clutches.
  7070. >Perhaps the Emperor had let his generals play out a different strategy than the Equestrians?
  7071. >Unlike how either side fought tooth and hoof to gain or keep ground, it would seem the far-western ponies chose instead to simply let the Crystal Empire have those border territories.
  7072. >Given their complete disorganization at the start of the war, along with having the bulk of their western sector forces encircled and/or destroyed, they were in no real shape to be waging costly battles.
  7073. >Should the Wailing Mountains provide a temporary buffer zone instead of being just another natural speedbump, perhaps they may be able to properly counterattack once they have the resources and organizational ability.
  7074. >However, that was for the future to know.
  7075. >And that would be all new from the Western Front.
  7076. >The only last bit of significant news would be from the far north, where the subjugated yaks fought an uncoventional war against their occupiers.
  7077. >They hadn't been committing to too many operations as of late, attempting to avoid having their resistance cells hunted, drawn and quartered.
  7078. >Can't resist an enemy if there's no more of you to resist, right?
  7079. >Tax dollars funded your education.
  7080. >You frown in mild disappointment, still not having found yourself much closer to the rest you so dearly pined for.
  7081. >Surely, you must have found some of that as exciting as valium.
  7082. >Curious about how much time had exactly passed, you sit up in bed to try and get a better view of the small, discreet clock nestled against the only wall that wasn't converted to a bookshelf.
  7083. >Though your eyes were quite adjusted to the darkness that flooded the bedroom, you still couldn't quite tell what the fuck those little barcode-lookin' things were saying.
  7084. >Unbeknownst to you, your movements had been a bit more aggressive than you anticipated.
  7085. >A stirring was felt beside you, and a soft, sweet voice broke your concentration.
  7086. >"Anon, sweetest harmony...why are you awake? It's so late..."
  7087. >Siltdong questioned, hugging your side gently as her eyes fluttered open.
  7088. >Tearing your gaze away from the wall to meet your beloved's, you wrap your arm around her gently and respond succinctly.
  7089. "I don't exactly know, Silty. Guess I might be partial to insomnia, at least for tonight."
  7090. >You shrug your shoulders in punctuation, playing with her tussled mane gently.
  7091. >Her dazzling amethyst eyes carry concern, seeing as it was likely into the quaint hours of the morning by now.
  7092. >"What's keeping you awake, Anon...? It must weigh on you heavily."
  7093. >You shake your head, aiming to assuage any worries she might have.
  7094. "Just...stuff. Things like the crazy world outside of Canterlot and the future. Nothing too big to really worry about."
  7095. >You reassure her, planting a kiss on her forehead to accentuate your words.
  7096. >Silty, for her part, blushed softly as she huddled against you, holding onto you a bit tighter.
  7097. >"Do you promise, my Prince?"
  7098. >With a nod and a chuckle, you commit this promise to her.
  7099. "I promise, Siltsong, with all my heart."
  7100. >Just to be on the super safe side, you gave her a hug in response.
  7101. >Pony mares loved them hugs.
  7102. >Resting her cheek against your side, the light of your life cozied up now that she had awakened, too.
  7103. >"But...seriously, what is it you were thinking about, Anon?"
  7104. >You scratch your chin for a moment, before shrugging your shoulders in response.
  7105. "Eh, other than the obvious, kinda thought a bit about the future. A bit hard to see where we stand from now...but a man can dream about it, can't he?"
  7106. >You muse, placing your thoughts in a happier place than the gloom and doom of before.
  7107. >"And would you be willing to elaborate for your fiancée?"
  7108. >Silty asked, the hard keratin of her hoof drawing against your side.
  7109. >There wasn't any harm in sharing a late-night conversation, and so, you obliged your mare.
  7110. "Sure thing, sweetheart. It's mostly just about us, and what we might get to do, once all this finally blows over. Right about now...I'm wondering what the future after the war has in store for us. Not only with your position, but the whole 'nobility' thing."
  7111. >"Are you afraid of the Imperial Court, precious harmony? It isn't that cloak-and-dagger of an aristocratic assembly, and there have been marriages between the nobility and common ponies before now."
  7112. >Well, if that didn't soothe any of your concerns or worries.
  7113. "It's, uh, not necessarily them I'm nervous about. It may be difficult, but I think I could adapt to that kind of life. To what degree I can, anyway..."
  7114. >You take a pause, breathing a quiet sigh.
  7115. "I'm more concerned with ponies of your house than what some stuffy nobles think of us being together."
  7116. >A soft-if-sly smile arose on Siltsong's face, perhaps finding your words cute.
  7117. >"So, you're saying you have the jitters about meeting your marefriend's parents?"
  7118. >She teasingly chimed, her smile outshining the moonlight as it grew.
  7119. >As cliché as it sounded, that was pretty much just as you put it out there.
  7120. "Yeah, I mean...it's not like I've ever met them, or had any real chance to make an impression...them being powerful ponies doesn't exactly make that any easier o-."
  7121. >Before you were even able to finish, a set of soft lips met with your own, silencing your worries.
  7122. >Naturally, you were surprised by the sudden affectionate contact, but just as quickly you grew to embrace it with open arms.
  7123. >It may not have been the most intimate and luridly-leading of kisses, but it certaintly brought peace to your errant mind.
  7124. >As always, a powerful and loving embrace such as an earnest kiss between lovers did need to break if only momentarily, and before you knew it, her soft lips left yours alone.
  7125. >Siltsong's eyes were gently lidded, an affectionate smile disarming all worry you may have had remaining.
  7126. >"Did that help make it better, Anon? Mother always said a kiss made almost anything feel better..."
  7127. >Tussling her mane up, you nod in agreement with that motherly adage.
  7128. "I can safely confirm she was definitely right on the money there, Silty. A wise mare if there was any."
  7129. >Wistfully, and perhaps with a slight somberness, Siltsong gave a slow and short nod.
  7130. >"She most certainly was."
  7131. >In the quiet that followed, the silvery mare curled up closer to you, seeking your embrace as her head rested against your chest, her freed two-tone mane spilling out onto it.
  7132. >Getting comfy and pushing you towards your next insulin injection with how sweet she looked, you supposed.
  7133. >Yourself relaxing with your soulmate, you believed you might just be able to come to rest before long.
  7134. >The tranquility of the night now seemed to suffuse your being, an uninterruptable peace it seemed.
  7135. >Curiously, if your strained your senses enough, you could hear the growing sound of voices.
  7136. >It took a moment to recognize, but it was undoubtedly the detatchment of Bannerponies that garrisoned the Embassy.
  7137. >It didn't sound as though they were close, but rather, much further away than you'd think.
  7138. >You would suppose they might be yelling or shouting, from how distant they sounded, but you couldn't decipher the content of it.
  7139. >Odd, what might they be getting into a fuss about?
  7140. "...hey, sweetheart...do you hear that?"
  7141. >Her poner ears perked up, standing at attention and scanning the airwaves.
  7142. >"Is that my honor guard, Anonymous...?"
  7143. >You nodded, finding some comfort in knowing you weren't just hearing imagined noises.
  7144. "I think so...you know why they'd be doing that?"
  7145. >Siltsong shook her head, clearly nonplussed.
  7146. >"No, not at all...you should know they tend to be quiet around this time of day."
  7147. >Something must be up, at least to the night-shift.
  7148. >Given their overprotective nature of their charge, this was probably not a drunken quarrel after getting lost in the fire-water.
  7149. >Or yelling at passerby for their own enigmatic reason.
  7150. >This by itself wasn't too alarming, but on its heels, the sounds of sets of hurried hooves against the stone pathways emanated through the otherwise silent night.
  7151. >And about a minute later, the alarming ring of a tocsin shattered the veil of calm as it flooded the Embassy.
  7152. >Where once confusion and uncertainty stood, now dread took their stead.
  7153. >Both you and Siltsong knew to a degree what it meant; the compound's integrity had been potentially compromised.
  7154. >Instead of being too shocked to act, you glanced to your end of the bed, hoping beyond hope that you had not left a certain something out of the room.
  7155. >And fortunately, to your great relief, the defensive tool you had in mind was right where you left it last.
  7156. >The Imperial Embassy's resident blacksmith had finished hammering out the jian only a few days ago, and though an excellent weapon judging by its craft, you had hoped you would never have to actually use it.
  7157. >Reluctantly, you let go of your love, taking up arms and grabbing the blade by its rather plain scabbard.
  7158. >Looking over to your Saghaic mare, her expression was awash in anxiety, never having really lived through this kind of terror.
  7159. >Admittedly, she was a mare who more than likely lived a more sheltered life than most, so you really couldn't blame her for it.
  7160. >You gesture for her to stay put, while you pull a white guy move and consider investigating as the sound of hurried hoofsteps drew ever closer, climbing the stairs before stopping somewhere down the hallway.
  7161. >Funnily enough, you didn't think you heard the clamor of the lamellar cuirasses the Bannerponies wore that whole time...
  7162. >A crashing and the sound of splintering of wood took hold of your mind, the door to the bedroom you shared reverborating with the impact, the action making you rise to your feet and draw the Jian from its scabbard.
  7163. >Siltsong yelped, nearly jumping of her skin as another blow nearly sunders the door from its hinges.
  7164. >A part of you hoped this was just the guard detachment, here to vigorously ensure the safety of their charge.
  7165. >Your grip on the hilt of your blade tightened, the door finally being able to hold no longer, having an arrangement with the wall shortly thereafter.
  7166. >Your hopes were extinguished when two glowing green, slitted eyes met your own, a pony clad in armor you hadn't quite seen so up-close and personal before.
  7167. >And what made your heart race more was the glint of a sabre in the moonlight, locked in their maw.
  7168. >Their eyes possessed no discernable malice, but you could sense the programmed hostility as they looked to you, then to your beloved.
  7169. >There was no hesitation in their action, no sorrowful and agonized apologies from a pony forced to act against their will; they pounced, charging you with the intent to cut you down.
  7170. >Your spar-sharpened instincts took over, the bladed edge of the cavalry sabre wielded by the brainwashed intruder met with the softer steel of the jian's outer plate in a deafening ring.
  7171. >The force of the blades meeting in rhythmic clash nearly threw you off balance, the energy behind the mind-shackled pony being far more than you anticipated.
  7172. >They push against your Jian, aiming to overpower you and go in for a slash of their sabre against your unprotected skin, no doubt.
  7173. >Heaving with all your strength, you push the quadruped back, regaining your footing and adopting a defensive stance.
  7174. >It didn't take the spell-bound crystal pony long before they had recovered, charging at you for another slashing attack.
  7175. >This time, they couldn't muster the momentum necessary to throw you off-balance again for a lethal blow.
  7176. >And not dying was perfectly fine by your adrenaline-addled mind.
  7177. >With almost each strike, you parried with the flat end of your jian, with either dumb luck or drilled preparedness keeping you relatively uninjured.
  7178. >Your aim had been to wear down your opponent's vigorous assault, letting them tire themselves further against your stalwart defense.
  7179. >As the fight wore on, you spotted an opening to land a decisive blow following another successful deflection.
  7180. >You took the initiative, grasping the hilt of your blade with both hands as you brought the blade's edge down upon the crystal pony.
  7181. >Unbeknownst to you in that moment, this was not the opening you had been hoping for.
  7182. >Having lured you into their feint, they struck back, meeting the razor-sharp edge of your jian with the side of their sabre.
  7183. >Instead of the hair-raising screech of sharpened metal slamming against metal, you were nonplussed to see the sword held by the mindshackled crystal pony shattering along the strike line.
  7184. >You would have observed dumbfoundedly, thinking how unlikely that such a thing would happen, let alone how you doubted you cleaved with sword-sundering force.
  7185. >The crystal pony's next move left you in no such state of affairs.
  7186. >Making due with what they now were left with, they utilized this opportunity to deliver a deep, grievous slash against your right leg with the sundered edge of the curved blade.
  7187. >Your flesh split open with searing agony racing through your nerves, the jagged and splintered head of the sabre making it all the less pleasant.
  7188. >Of course, you cried out in protest to your newfound misery, having nearly been struck down by it.
  7189. >In that moment, you thought you were done for.
  7190. >All it would have taken was one more swift strike to permanently neutralize you.
  7191. >But it would seem that the both of you, enslaved crystal pony and human with a straightsword, had temporarily forgotten about something.
  7192. >Or, more accurately, someone.
  7193. >A brief gallop was all the warning either of you had before Siltsong tackled the crystal pony.
  7194. >When her hooves struck, you swore than you heard a sound akin to the crushing and cracking of rock intertwined with the sickening wet popping and snapping of bone beneath flesh.
  7195. >You were both relieved that you probably weren't going to die just then, and overwash with a protective terror that Siltsong had just thrown herself into the fray.
  7196. >She had done well to not get too involved up to this point, as doing so was probably about as wise as reaching into a dogfight to break it up.
  7197. >But now, she was wrestling with the very pony that had left a mighty fierce mark against your leg, having successfully knocked the shattered sword out from their maw.
  7198. >The swift victory was not enjoyed for long; following a notable struggle, the brainwashed crystal pony winded the enraged mare with a blow to the barrel, heaving her off of.
  7199. >As they meekly rolled over and stood to their hooves, the sound of many hooves of soldiers amid their shouts and calls to arms drew near.
  7200. >Though you couldn't tell the expression of the crystal pony beneath that mask of steel and foul magics, glancing between the reeling mare and the doorway, you could feel the realization that they were now at the end of their rope.
  7201. >And you didn't spend this precious moment idly.
  7202. >Not while your beloved was threatened by this intruder.
  7203. >Marshalling your strength and perservering through the agony of an open, extensive wound, you grasp the hilt of your straight sword and charge your disarmed opponent.
  7204. >Having your fight-or-flight response overclocked towards the former, it didn't take much convincing in that moment for you to follow through with the act of self-defensive slaying.
  7205. >First, the sound of a well-crafted sword slicing through hair came to your ears as the thin and razor-shap wedge drew to their throat with great velocity.
  7206. >Then, a thwack somewhere between splitting wood and a stone splashing in water.
  7207. >The deed was done.
  7208. >As you let go of the hilt of the jian, the slivers of moonlight that did flow through the window gave you an illuminated view of your actions.
  7209. >The crystal pony's glowing green eyes fade into nothingness, choking on their own glittering blood as they hemorrhaged their life's essence on the floor.
  7210. >Falling to your knees as the pain of your still-open wound catching up now that you weren't locked in a life-or-death struggle, you attempted to put the horrible image of what you'd done out of your mind to make sure your beloved was still well.
  7211. "S-Silty, are you okay? ...please tell me you're okay..."
  7212. >You uttered as you crawled over to her laying form, hearing her labored breaths as she looked around for the source of your voice.
  7213. >"I...I-I am well, just hurt...a-are you well, Anonymous? Yo-You...you got hurt..."
  7214. >Her violet eyes met yours moments after you were reunited with her, tears beginning to well up from the experience.
  7215. >You glanced over to your wound, seeing the blood still flowing and the area now painted crimson.
  7216. "Y-Yeah...it looks and feels kinda bad..."
  7217. >She chose not to eye the gash along your calf, nor the now-deceased crystal pony.
  7218. >All Siltsong chose to do, after the traumatic experience of a home invasion by a political enemy, was hold on tight to her only source of comfort and begin to cry.
  7219. >Her pitched sobs and the sensation of tears rolling onto your chest were the first among many stinging sensations to shatter the illusion of safety.
  7220. >So far behind the battlefields were the both of you, yet now just as vulnerable as the common soldier fighting and dying miles from home.
  7221. >A first real taste of the depths war can go to.
  7222. >Bannerpony hoofsteps soon began scaling the stairs, their voices calling out to their charge for her condition.
  7223. >In between weeping for a time now gone, she responded to their calls.
  7224. >"*I-I'm well, but Anonymous...he's hurt and bleeding, pl-please hurry! He needs medical attention!*"
  7225. >Siltsong answered in her native tongue, holding onto you as you did what you could to comfort the despondent silvery mare.
  7226. >You were very much relieved for the first real time to see Silt's honor guard, clearly battle-battered from an entanglement presumably from more of these crystal ponies.
  7227. >As they investigated the scene, alongside treating your injuries, there was only one question still left in your mind.
  7228. >Why?
  7229. >Why would King Sombra launch such an attack?
  7230. >You weren't sure if this was just for instilling fear, or something far, far worse.

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