::: Family gathers were becoming more and more stressful, especially now that Twilight’s thoughts constantly drifted away from her brother and parents and towards her girlfriend who she was sure wasn’t happy with her right then.
Twilight hadn’t wanted to cut their evening fun short a few nights ago. A wave of fatigue had just hit her that night and she’d had to turn in rather early, though she was sure how she’d worded her rejection of her girlfriend that night could have been a lot better. She’d offered for Bellona to stay the night… But it seemed the draconequus was too upset in that moment… Now she hadn’t seen her since, and with Shining now ranting to the rest of the family about how marriage was only meant for a stallion and a mare-thanks to Twilight’s foolish comment earlier defending Lyra and Bon Bon who were openly a couple as of a few weeks ago- she doubted she’d be able to tell them about her lover anytime soon.
Excusing herself from the castle dining room, she made her way to the nearest washroom. Despite having visited many many times and almost saving the city from demise, Twilight still didn’t know her way around the Crystal Castle very well. Opening up the door, she stepped in, wanting to have just a brief moment away from her brother’s accusations when she saw-
“Ballona? What are you doing here? This is… Why are you in the castle bathroom?” She asked, locking the bathroom door and stepping closer. :::
Twilight shuffled awkwardly in her seat as she adjusted the dress her parents had forced her to wear for this occasion. Her parents had called her back from the castle and told her that they had found her a husband with all of the subtly and tact of a pony trying to calibrate an enchanting array with a hammer.
Oh her parents did care for her well happiness, naturally, and they assured her that from what they had learned from the stallion’s parents he was a kind stallion, but she could tell that this was, at least in large part, a marriage of connivance, helping expand the family’s influence and wealth, while also inviting the others into the nobility from what she had heard. The fact that she was being married to a non noble was a little surprising to her, but she didn’t truly care all that much, it just changed the writing an a few documents she was going to need to keep track of.
Her parents had asked her to come to the entry room so that she could greet her soon to be family members at the door, but she had made her excuses and retreated back to the lounge where she was waiting now, idly flipping though a book without actually reading the words in front of her as she waited for one or more of the pony’s she would be introduced to to be guided to the room to meet her.
Truth be told, despite how little stock she actually put in the real impact of this marriage, Twilight was nervous. Her family were the most important ponies in her life, and thoughts of letting them down lingered in the student’s head as she considered the pony she was was going to meet. Drift, for that was what her mother had said his name was, was said to be a well traveled stallion, and, as her mother had teased her about, quite handsome, but she still found it difficult to grow excited about the meeting to come.
Her thoughts were interrupted as she heard hoof steps on the granite floor of the hallway, letting her know that somepony was coming to talk to her, though whether it was Drift himself, his parents, her own intending to drag her out to meet them both, or a member of the serving staff just happening along she was not yet aware as she tucked the book back into place on the shelf and stood up from her chair to greet whoever it was that was coming.
Drift felt exhausted as much as he felt nervous. He was still angry. He had every right to be. How could his parents do this to him? Floe was at least aware, him? He didn’t know until he returned home. He’s never felt so betrayed before, and the look of guilt on their faces shows that they knew they messed up.
But what could he do? Leave them to their own devices? Despite every right to, he couldn’t just leave those two to suffer. Terra’s been the closest thing to a father to him and the others, and his mother… He knows she would do anything to make him happy.
Maybe she’s right? Maybe this Twilight Sparkle won’t be the typical noble mare. His mother did say quite a few things about her being polite and rather adorable. At least, that’s how she described her. He would have to see for himself if that’s the case.
He straightens out his red tie as he approaches Twilight’s room. Once at the door, he takes a breath and knocks.
Inquisitor Lavellan was used to the cold. Few knew the whims of nature better than the Dalish and even fewer could recognize the beauty in the freeze that swept through the Free Marches every winter. She fondly recalled many nights curled in the depths of caves with her clan, watching the icicles clinging to the rock’s mouth cast firelight into mesmerizing patterns on the wall, or standing silently in the twilight, watching the snow drift down from the heavens like tiny fallen stars. These peaceful silver nights, whose magnificence was illuminated only through the grace and kindness of Mythal, gave way to energetic mornings. Even now, housed as she was in the Frostback Mountains, she could hear the delighted shriek of Clan Lavellan’s children as they awoke and discovered it had snowed. They would dive, often headfirst, into the nearest snowbank as the bemused hunters and elders watched on. Then, some young hunter would cast the first snowball, perhaps hitting the Hahren in the back of the head, and the in-fighting would begin. She even recalled with some fondness the tongue lashings administered by Keeper Deshaan for the elves’ foolishness, even though she had often spotted him lobbing his fair share of snow, too. It had been cold, yes, but there had always permeated such a love and warmth from her people that snow and ice had always brought her a sense of familiarity and comfort, even love.
title: a soft reckoning summary: It’s time they come to terms. ichiruki, after the Fullbring arc.
She has never made easy friends. Maybe it’s because she is out of practice—it’d been a long time since Renji and the dead boys in the Rukongai. All the bonds she holds in her fist now exist because of Ichigo.