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The Doctor and the Unicorn

Elemmíre watched as he stood, the aura around him was a dark grey symbolising sadness and depression. The Acornia could see the aura’s of creatures which allowed them to sense their mood, it was an important ability as it allowed them to read their emotions and with their other abilities they were able to subtly influence their mood. So an Acornia dealing with an angry creature would release soothing waves which would eventually break down the anger, allowing them to be quietened. She did not try and affect his emotions for it was unwise and considered rude to do so to a old one like herself, she doubted it would have any effect anyway, the more complex the being the harder it was to influence them.

However there was something she could do to help, moving forward with a slow grace she caught him gently by the wrist. Smiling reassuringly at him she gently pulled him closer to her. Even with her heels he was still a little taller than she was. Looking deeply into his eyes with her own fathomless lilac ones she implored him.

“Please, just trust me for a moment.” Elemmíre could tell he was uncomfortable with the contact and the closeness but she could equally tell that he was withstanding a great pain inside. Going on tip toe she brought her forehead to rest on his, their hair blending, brown and silver. Again she began to hum softly, the star like marking on her forehead glowing dimly and becoming warm. Her song was only short and sweet as Elemmíre banished all physical pain from him. Joined as they were Elemmíre could feel the true depth of his sadness but what scared her the most was the empty cavern that was the loneliness inside him.

She could not help it, who would not want to help one so damaged by loss and suffering, who would ignore that call, even if the one calling attempted to stifle his scream. Although it went against her principle she shattered off a small fragment of her own hope and allowed it into him. Elemmíre knew what it was like to feel so alone and lost. She buried the hope deep within him, it would not banish the darkness inside him but even the faintest star was bright in a void, and it might be enough to one day reawaken his own hope.

Backing off to a respectful distance she scanned him quickly, he had a surprised look on his face as he grabbed at his now pain free forehead. He seemed none the wiser that anything else than his headache had been helped but with a smile when she observed his aura she could see a small bright fragment amongst the grey.

“I hope that helped.” Elemmíre said head quirked again in question but eyes alive with bright warmth. “I would love some breakfast!” Elemmíre said but as he turned to head out of the library her brows contorted and pain flashed through her temples. That was the only problem with her curative powers, energy could not be destroyed but it could be moved from one place to another. So she had taken it upon herself and she had done so gladly for all she wished was to see a true smile on his face. Making sure her face showed no outward signs of pain Elemmíre followed the Doctor.

The Doctor and the Unicorn

Elemmíre opened her eyes slowly, blinking in the soft light of the room she chosen to fall asleep in, she was warm, comfortable and for the first time in a long time she actually felt safe. She was in a state of suspended animation just content to lie there in the bed waiting for her senses to come alive again. After what could have been minutes or hours she wasn’t sure but finally she felt ready to get up, flinging her legs out of bed she found her shoes and slipped into them. Moving her hands over clothes she made sure her they were neat and not crinkled.

Skipping along she made her way out of the room the ship around her humming almost in pleasure to see it guest up and roaming the halls. Ruffling up her long silver hair so it tumbled neatly down her back Elemmíre she felt so happy and free, emotions so alien to her that she barely recognised them as she twirled down the corridors. At every door she passed Elemmíre poked her head in and most yielded their secrets to her. So many fabulous things she saw, a large swimming pool, a room with humid air and tropical plants, some kind of menagerie and a whole room filled with pipes.

At last her search lead her to a magnificent library that took her breath away, for one the size of it was amazing, a vast cathedral like room house many hundreds of thousands of books, the air itself seemed to vibrate with the store of knowledge held there. Without conscious movement Elemmíre found herself standing in the room, eyes gazing around in wonder. There was so much she could learn here, the vast knowledge of her people had now been mostly eradicated and she was sure there was probably lore and legends about her people.

Then the tiniest snore brought her spinning round to a large leather winged armchair where he lay, fast asleep. Her face fell into a soft expression; he looked so small and vulnerable at the moment, so unlike the daring hero that had saved her. As if he could feel her amethyst eyes on him, he stirred where he lay and looked up at her. Elemmíre beamed warmly at him, head tilted to the side in greeting.

“Good morning.” She trilled softly. “Or at least I think its morning. You fell asleep here?”

Red Ridge Creek - Elorwin & Guardj

Beth found herself almost swept off her feet by Clint, he held her in a way that was exhilarating and urgent, their bodies pressed together. Then his lips were on hers, a rough hand had entangled in the blonde locks at the base of her neck, the small amount of pain lost in the flood of sweetness from his kiss and the burning pull of her own desire. To her surprise she found she was kissing him back, both with the same urgent intensity.

It was over in a matter of moments and as he pulled away Beth found that she was reaching out for him unconsciously but she did not try and pursue him. He stammered out an apology although she was not sure why and he scampered out the room, closing the door behind him. She was left standing there, lips still throbbing as she listened to the sound of wood smashing and footsteps stomping away from her. Holding slightly trembling fingers to her still tingling lips she could not help but smile, perhaps there was still some solace to be found in the world. Turning away from the door she tipped herself into the bed in a tumble. Lowering the lamps light so the room was plunged into a soft twilight and she stripped herself down to her underwear and looking over the room she checked that her security against the supernatural was still in place.

Laying down in the darkness Beth thought about the day and how it had moments of purest terror and surprising joy. She knew that she should be planning their next stage of attack, how to conquer the threat of a demon invasion but her mind kept slipping back t being in Clint’s company and that kiss. With these sweet thought in her mind she quickly fell asleep with a smile and for the first time in an age she slept through the night without a single disturbing dream.

When she awoke in the morning and dressed in her normal attire she did notice the large dent in the wall opposite her room, with a smile she made her way down for breakfast thinking she would have to apologise to the owner on Clint’s behalf when she saw him.

Missing Moon - Elorwin & Powerpeon

The dawn was just beginning to break as birds sung their chorus to the rose tinted sky, dew clung to every surface, giving the impression that everything was shimmering. Luna blinked, eyes squinting in the brightness. For a moment she just sat there taking a moment to adjust to being awake, it wasn’t coming to her easily; she was groggy and unwilling to become fully conscious. The second thing she became aware of was the stiff pain in her right arm on the cut she had not attended too last night. Turning her head gently to the side to inspect the cut, shrugging her cloak off the arm she pulled aside the blood soaked green tunic. Hissing in slight pain she looked at the cut, it had been a near straight cut, although his knife had been a little jagged, it was scabbed over now but the skin around it red and inflamed. She poked it for a few seconds longer before concluding it was too painful to continue and she flicked her cloak back over her shoulders.

It finally seemed to dawn on Luna where she was, they were still on Goya who had found a sheltered overhang to rest in and she was currently leaning against a warm and sleeping Illyce. The knight was well used to sleeping in the saddle and both horse and rider were well used to balancing correctly. Luna leaned forward slightly so she was no longer against Illyce and Goya raised his head to look round at her but she made a quiet whickering noise to him and he whinnied back. Trying her best to extricate herself from both human and horse was proving rather difficult. Gently tugging herself free without making noise was hard but after a few moments she seemed to be making some progress.

However it was Luna’s day to learn that plans rarely went … well, to plan. With a ungraceful lurch and a stifled yelp of surprise Luna toppled off Goya and went crashing down onto the floor. She could not withhold the groan as she landed squarely on her injured arm. From the forest floor Goya looked massive and he snuffed concernedly at her as she moaned from the ground, half sincere and half dramatically.

The Doctor and the Unicorn

Elemmíre blinked rapidly with surprise as he gazed at her first in admiration and then his face fell into line lines of sadness and his whole aura was grey with tiredness. He walked quickly away from her and disappeared down a corridor of this ship before she could call him back, she didn’t even know his name. Standing there alone in this strange place Elemmíre felt cold and small in this strange place so unlike anywhere she had ever known. She wished she had something else to wear; it was too exposed and made her feel too venerable in this horrible outfit. Not knowing what to do with herself she stood dejected, her starlight silver hair tumbling over hunched shoulders.

Then a noise started her out of her misery, it was a clanking, whirring sound, the very same one she had heard when they had started to move and suddenly the metal beneath her feet became warm. Looking quizzically down she tilted her head, it was very pleasant warmth were her bare feet had been cold. Suddenly the cabin became dark save for a few lights that seemed to pulsate and taking a step forward Elemmíre found there was a trail or path of warmth beneath her feet. And she understood, this ship was sentient, she was sure of that, and it seemed to be guiding her, wanting her to follow its path. Curious Elemmíre followed the light and warmth at her feet, walking down many strange corridors filled with many doors. While she longed to look in them Elemmíre was sure this would not be allowed so she followed her guide.

With a gasp Elemmíre found she had been lead to a brightly lit room that was the size of a house and filled from floor to ceiling with clothes. There were clothes from every period of most of the dominant species in the galaxy. For a moment it was all she could do to stand in the entrance her mouth hanging wide in wonder as she felt the engine give an almost purring noise, as if in approval of her reaction. Taking a few tentative steps inside Elemmíre was soon browsing amongst the rows and rows of clothes. Quickly spotting the more colourful and flamboyant female clothes she ran her fingers over the fabrics.

It took a while to find an outfit she liked and to find everything she would need to complete it, finding undergarments, white knee socks she pulled the dress over her head and looked at herself in the mirror. The dress was medium length ending half way down her thigh, it was a soft lilac with a pattern of sky blue flowers, and the skirt was held out with a layer of petticoats and trimmed with white lace. It had a bodice in the same fabric and off shoulder short sleeves. She loved the dress it made her feel pretty, a feeling she didn’t think she would have again. It also helped soften the strangeness of her hair and skin, giving her whole appearance an innocent look that didn’t invite questions. Powder blue wedges completed the look and made her feel normal; they felt similar to her hooves.

Smiling at herself in the mirror Elemmíre twirled a few times and nodded at her reflection, happy with the look that wasn’t herself but one she was pleased with. However she was finding it hard to keep her eyes open now, it had been an extremely long day and transforming herself was no mean feat. Turning back out the door she was happy to see that once again she was being guided by the lights. Walking in a daze till she was lead to a room with a large bed that was covered midnight blue satin sheets and to Elemmíre it was the most beautiful sight. Kicking off the shoes was the only thing she was able to do, before falling into the bed and snuggling up against the soft pillows. She was vaguely aware of the room dimming to a comforting twilight before her eyes closed and she slipped gently into sleep.

The Daemon Lover

Seraphina had danced the first with her father; both moving with perfect grace as both being nobly born had been taught to dance since they could walk. Together they flowed seamlessly through the complicated steps of the dance, the feathers of her gown swaying in time to her step. As the music swelled to its crescendo they finished with a flourish with Baron De'Vance lifting her by the waist in an elegant arc and for that moment she did indeed look like a bird in flight, layers of silk rustling around her as her wings moved in a most convincing way. Then she landed lightly back on silk slippers and the on lookers applauded in admiration, together both Lord and Queen politely accepted the attention and bowed elegantly.

As the other dancers once again came to claim the floor Baron De'Vance found himself confronted by a handsome young buck, crowned in magnificent antlers. He bowed respectfully as he humbly requested the Swan Queen’s next dance. The lord accepted his request with an ill grace and shot the man a look that promised nothing but harm if he did not treat her with due respect, to his credit the young buck accepted this look stoically but quickly became absorbed in the Swan Queen before him. Seraphina had to give a small smile at this exchange, it was always the same, however was quickly interested in the man himself, he was handsome and must have some nerve to take the Swan away from the Eagle. She extended him her hand in acceptance of his offer and as her father took a step backward to scowl at him from the sideline before moving back to his place on his throne like seat, all the while continuing to scowl.

Together they made a pretty pair their dance a combination of earth and sky whereas with her father it had been an aerial battle. Seraphina twirled and spun with him, her heart as light as her feet as they moved through the dance. It was just as they were finishing and making their bows and curtseys to one another that the unnatural hush fell upon the room, the musicians coming up short with a horrible squeal of abused instruments. All eyes were on the pair that had caused the commotion and moving forward with a cold purpose Seraphina made her way forward out from the crowd so she stood alone before the couple as they made their way towards her father.

Seraphina stood frozen like a shard of black ice as her eyes widened beneath her swan mask however her face betrayed no other outwards signs of shock. All she could do was stare at the dress, the dress that was a pale imitation of her own, but no it wasn’t an imitation it was a mirror image of her own except the mask which held the pointed beak of the sparrow rather than the rounded bill of the swan. Now to someone who didn’t know her well they would imagine that the horror and anger that coursed through her was nothing but the petty anger of a slighted girl who was no longer the centre of attention. While it would be untrue to say there was not a small part of her that did not feel this way, she was used to being the centre of attention at court, she was the prettiest lady at court, the highest ranking and normally the most accomplished but it was not for this reason she was appalled.

There were deeper and darker implications for a copied dress design that simply being upstaged at a ball. That dress had been of her own design and creation, its conception had been a secret and only a few of her most trusted seamstresses had been allowed in on the project. So how did this girl wear its twin, not just a similar dress, that could have been understood but this was the same in every detail save the colour and mask. If this secret had been breached it begged the question what else had been discovered.

Seraphina moved as softly as a shadow to stand next to her father’s chair upon the dais, the extra height was appreciated as she stared intently that the couple who came before them. For the first time she scrutinised the gentleman beside the sparrow, styled as the Devil. Seraphina’s clever eyes took in the fabric and cut of his outfit, it was as fine as hers and just as intricate. Her lilac eyes caught his through his mask and she saw them crinkle in what she imagined to be a most wicked grin and she had a faint suspicion she knew who was beneath the mask. The Baron greeted them as he had every guest to the ball and within seconds of them bowing and rejoining the crowd the music started up once again and the room began to hum with chatter but it was with a certain urgency that follows a crowd being surprised.

Lord De'Vance continued to watch the pair with his sharp eyes until Seraphina took a step forward and laid a lace covered hand upon his arm. Bowing her swan head to him she spoke in a soft undertone, taking great care not to be overheard, her eyes urgent.

“My Lord, there is a matter of security I wish to discuss with you and I beg that you will not dismiss my thoughts. The maidens dress is the exact twin of my own, not just in design but fabrics as well. My designs are always kept a most private secret, kept under lock and key and only a few of my most trusted seamstresses help with its creation. The implication that someone could have got hold of private information alarms me, it implies that we are not as secure as I would have believed.” Seraphina looked intently at her father; she knew he took her opinions seriously and would not just laugh outright and dismiss her fears out of hand.

Full moon over Equestria - Elorwin and Depridabo

Artemis smiled as they continued to walk down the hallway together, the two ponies walking side by side as she grinned at Bri’s near miss of the word boring. Flicking her tail she considered for a moment.

“I want to see the big stuff, explosions and magic, thunder and lightning and all that…” She grinned lifting her hooves high as they trotted. And Bri smiled in response, his grin was full of promise and he did not disappoint. They spent the next hour going from room to room, places filled with amazing things. There was the room full of different snowflakes that never melted; they hung from the ceiling like delicate decorations, in another room were lit by twinkling stars and in another it was constantly raining, from large fat drops to a light mist. In all these rooms ponies stood either helping with the items in the rooms or observing their findings of the room’s contents.

Artemis felt completely overwhelmed by the amazing things she had seen in this building in which she had just ignored every time she had walked passed. They had finally come to a halt behind a glass panel which looked into the strangest of rooms. There was a patch of grass and a tree but the amazing thing was that the seasons in the room where in constant change. It would start in lush spring blooms, melting into rich greens of summer, then to the burning ambers of autumn and lastly the bare branches of winter. All this passed by in a matter of minutes and it was hypnotising to watch the majesty of the seasons pass by in a matter of moments.

“This is the most brilliant thing I have ever seen! I never knew such wonders could exist in a weather station nor how much was controlled by the weather.” They were silent for a moment as they continued to gaze in wonder at the spectacle before them. “Thank you for bringing me here Bri. Now it seems I am in you debt twice.” Turning back to face him she offered a smile. “Let me make it up to you. Join me tomorrow night for the Midsummer Moon Masque at the palace. It would be so nice to have a friend there. Please say you will come.”