The train ride to Canterlot was a long one. Longer than usual for some reason. Maybe it was because Brandon and Pinkie Pie were sitting together due to a ticket mix-up and she never ran out of stories. Of course, that's probably only why it seemed long to Brandon, but to everypony else, they were anticipating their vacation spot: Earth. The Princess decided they all deserved a nice relaxing vacation, and Lizzie gave her the idea they should take their leave in a town in Earth. Rarity sighed happily, looking at Brandon, "We are going to see the Palace, right? I remember Lizzie telling me it was just beautiful!" "Actually, Rarity," he said, interrupting her moment of bliss, "Lizzie and I , being enemies of the nation, can't really go to the capital. And we can't really go to the main land because of the damn terrorists. So we picked some place else. It's a small little island town, has all sorts of attractions for every pony." She looked a little disappointed, but immediately started glowing again when she realized there was a beach involved.
Brandon did make sure the small island town had everything: A museum for Twilight, a carnival for Applejack and Rainbow Dash, a nearby zoo for Fluttershy, a comedy show for Pinkie, and a beach for Rarity. He also made sure the fillies have some fun, maybe a laser tag game or something. Brandon's thoughts were interrupted with the ever familiar cry of his daughter, who he had almost forgotten had joined them. "Brandon," Twilight screamed to him at her failed attempts to calm the filly down, "I think she wants you!" Brandon got home from his seat and took a hold of his daughter, teasing both Twilight and Fluttershy for failing to stop her crying, "Hey, sweetie," he told her calmly, "What's wrong? Why are you crying?" The child didn't stop. Brandon took a moment and analyzed his daughter, Euphemia. She shared her mother's hair color, light pink, but wore it differently. With Euphie being only two years old, she didn't have that much hair, but what hair she did have was worn straight down. Somehow, the filly ended up with a pure white coat. Many ponies argue that Nurse Redheart somehow worked her way with the child, but apparently it was nature's way of saying "Pink and White go together." The only feature that Euphemia shared with Brandon were his piercing blue eyes. "Euphie," he kept trying to persuade her, "Please, stop crying, sweetie. Don't make me sing, I'm so tired." Euphemia continually cried, obviously making her choice. Brandon sighed and started rocking her back and forth, singing the lullaby he made for her when she was first born, "Sleep well, my child. Sleep well, my child. You are a beautiful flower in a dangerous place. You're not a flower of hell, you're a wonderful gift." As Brandon's singing faded into humming, Euphie's crying faded, too, finally creating a moment of peace on the train. Brandon looked over at Twilight and placed his daughter gently back in her arms. "Sorry, Brandon," Twilight sheepishly said, "I thought I could take care of her while Fluttershy rested. She's been awfully tired lately." They both looked over at a sleeping Fluttershy leaning her head against the wall. She'd been taking care of the baby ever since it was born, feeling as if it were her duty to handle complete responsibility. Brandon couldn't help but think that she was scared that he wouldn't be a good enough dad, but maybe she just has severe maternal instincts.
"We're here everypony! Welcome to Canterlot!" The conductor cried, welcoming newcomers and visitors alike to the capital. All the passengers got their luggage and headed off the train, well, all but Brandon who tried waking Fluttershy up. "Hey, sweetie, we're here," he whispered in her ear, lightly shaking her. Fluttershy's eyes slowly lifted up, "Wh-What?" She mumbled confusedly, "Already?" Brandon smiled at her, "Shy, it's a ten hour trip. You were asleep for eight of those ten hours." Fluttershy didn't respond, just shot him a confusing look. "Come on, sweetheart, Twilight has the baby, we're getting off the train." "Okay."