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Part The Last: Ripples “We do have a few loose ends,” said Cookie. “Some unfinished business,” said Pansy. “And I suppose we can cover this, if for no better reason than to keep these two from twisting my foreleg.”  Clover indicated her companions with her chin.  “There’s no reason to leave you hanging and spoil your holiday, not over minor spoilers.  A few day’s advance notice should cause too much damage.” “On Hearth’s Warming Morn you will get a big basket delivered,” said Pansy.  “It’s from Spike.  He really wants you to know that he’s

Part Five: Private Marigold Everypony in the train car looked at Pansy.  She edged over close to the window, and tried to shrink into the corner between the bench seat and the wall. “I suppose you all want me to take my turn now?” she wailed. “Yes, please, Dearie,” said Cookie. “You haven’t actually pick a life to show Quiz yet, have you?” asked Clover. “Only because you won’t let me do the one I want!  I want to do Miss Falling Star.” “No, Pansy.  We can’t show her the future,” said Clover.  “Quiz and Star haven’t even met yet.” R

Part Four: Weaver Bird        “There, there, Quiz,” soothed Pansy.  “It didn’t happen.  It was in another reality that never existed.  Sunflower is fine.”        Quiz did not stir.        “Besides, you don’t believe in us,” Cookie pointed out.  “It was an illusion created by illusions.  That puts your friend two steps removed from real danger.”        “I don’t think that’s helping, Cookie,” said Pansy.        “Oh, surely Quizzical doesn’t actually believe the vision came from her subconscious,” said Clover.  “You do trust your sub

Wonderful Part Three: Sunflower Quiz and Clover were in a corridor, watching a small green colt and a skinny, gray filly.    “You are forcing your spells,” said the filly.  “Concentrate not on gathering magic to power the spell.  Instead, focus on the result you desire. Your spell work will actually be better, with less effort.”    “Thank you, Miss,” said the grateful little colt being coached.    “Not ‘Miss.’  I am only a student, just like you.  My name is Quiz.”    “My word,” said Quiz, as she watched herself.  “I have not grown at all, have I?”    

Wonderful Part 2:  A Long, Strange Journey Begins With A Single Misstep “We’re not angels, per se, Pansy,” said the mare dressed as Clover. “I know, but that works for lack of a better word,” said Pansy.  “What would you say we were?” Smart Cookie scratched her head.  “That’s a pretty good question.  I never gave it much thought before.  Spirits, maybe?”  “That’s not too bad, I guess.  It’s better than ghosts.” Pansy cringed.  “I don’t think I’m a ghost.  I don’t want to be a ghost.” “Exalted personages?” su

Wonderful Sweetie Belle hunched her shoulders, trying to force the fuzzy collar of her winter jacket further up her neck. “I apologize, Sweetie Belle,” said Quizzical Greystone.  “I clearly need more practice with the hydrophobic shield spell.  It is not supposed to drip.” The two fillies walked along the snowy street under a translucent dome.  The dome failed to shed all of the falling snow, and the flakes that clung to it melted.  Some of the water seeped through the magic. “I should have borrowed an umbrella,” said Quiz. “No, no, this is still better than than an umbrella,” said Swe

The Poetry Of  The Layers Maud Pie sorted the samples on her display table.  She’d been doing it for quite a while, and she wasn’t getting any closer to being satisfied. It was the annual Ponyville Trade Fair, and Maud was tending the Pie Family Rock Farm booth.  She had offered to take over the booth so her younger sisters could tour the fair’s other exhibits, and get a bit of lunch.  Limestone and Marble Pie had readily agreed, mainly because they knew the best way to make Maud happy was to leave her alone with the rocks. A perfect display table would be a nice nice gift for her little sisters, but Maud just wasn&rsq

Pen And Paper Hearts “I scream my war cry and charge,” declared Trogor the ogor.  “‘I will eat your livers!’” “I raise my axe and charge at my battle brother’s side,” stated Hard Head the minotaur. “I, the mighty Stupendor, summon the arcane forces of nature, preparing to blast it right between the eyes…!” “Um…” began Hermione Shyblossom, the pixie-fairy.  “Is it too late to reconsider?” “That, like, totally depends, Quiz,” answered Silver Spoon, from behind her GM screen.  “Guys?  Hermione is trying to call you

A Little Fixer-Upper “I had one job,” moaned Quizzical Greystone. “It’s Ok, Quiz,” said Apple Bloom.  “Miss Cheerilee just wants to talk to you about it.” “Nopony’s mad at you, Quiz,” added Sweetie Belle. “Nopony has any reason to be mad at you.” “Even if she is a little mad, she won’t yell at you or anything, Quiz,” said Scootaloo.  “You know Cheerilee.  She doesn’t even yell at us!” “I had one job,” Quiz repeated.  “Just deliver a simple message.  I was to let the class know that Miss Cheerilee had been cal