Her voice low, she crouched down to the cloud.
'Get out of here, now. I'll meet you later.'
She felt him leave, and patiently awaited the arrival of the Alicorn princess. Once she had neared, she slowed, her expression amazed.
'Pinkie… Pie?'
'Oh hey, Princess!'
'What are you doing on a cloud?'
'I'm on a cloud? Whoa.' She looked around her feet, mockingly checking out her surroundings.
'How'd you get up here?'
'… Balloons. I used balloons to get here.'
'Just Pinkie being Pinkie, I guess. Need a lift down?'
'That's probably the best option.'
The navy mare scooped Pinkie up, diving through the clouds to be soaked wet by the ongoing storm. She aimed directly for the library, and landed outside, placing Pinkie on her feet.
'Thanks, Princess!'
'We, I mean I, ask you to call me Luna.'
'Sure thing, Luna!'
Pinkie smiled and held the door open for the princess, her insides roiling. Luna trotted inside, cordially greeting Twilight, and raising an eyebrow at Pinkie.
'What are you doing here, Pinkie?'
'I found her on a cloud.'
'Oh, that's just Pinkie being Pinkie.'
'I figured.'
Pinkie smiled through the whole exchange, turning to walk out the door, waving at Twilight and Luna. Once she was out the door, she took what felt like her first breath after an hour, and bounced off towards her house, the rain letting up. Smiling to Mrs. Cake and stopping to fish out her rent, she trotted back to her room, the door creaking open slowly.
'Disco?'
The draconequus poked his head out of her closet, twisting out to grab the pony in his arms, smiling. He buried his face in her mane, and pulled away to arms length.
'You're alright.'
'You shouldn't be concerned about me.'
He placed her gently on the ground, and she trotted in a circle, thinking fiercely.
'You need to go.'
'Why?'
'Because Luna almost saw you, Disco.'
'I thought we established this. I'm not leaving.'
'You don't understand. This isn't a debate. You have to leave.'
'I'm not leaving without you.'
She took a deep breath, stopping her pacing.
'Is that your only condition?'
'Yes.'
'Let me pack a few things.'
She grabbed her cloak, Floyd, and a picture of her and her friends, facing the spirit with steady eyes.
She climbed unto his back, staring at her room, memorizing it, as he lifted off slowly, taking them towards the centre of the Everfree Forest.
'Are you taking me to the tree house?'
'No, I'm taking you to my first home.'
He flew up the castle ruins, where they had first defeated Nightmare Moon. He went into a room the girls had passed by, everything eerily quite, dust a centimeter thick covering all surfaces. He removed a tarp from an old couch, ornate, inlaid with ivory and silver, with fabric white as snow. Laying down on it, he put two fingers to his forehead in concentration, Pinkie watching as cleaning objects appeared out of thin air, brooms, mops, dusters, brushes and sponges of all sorts, setting off to do their individual jobs. In a matter of minutes, the whole room was cleaned off, the details revealed.
It seemed to be mostly white, the decorations simultaneously simple and beautiful. A fireplace, unused, sat in a corner, the grey bricks of the castle surrounding it. Mirrors and chandeliers hung from the ceilings and walls, everything full of light.
'What is this place?'
'Here? The maid's quarters.'
Pinkie remained silent.
Another bout of concentration on behalf of the spirit and fire logs danced through the window, setting themselves in the fireplace before exploding in a bout of flames, a crackling filling the air.
He undulated lightly, slipping off the couch to stare at the room momentarily, changing subtle things. Mirrors warped into fun house mirrors, the chandelier floated of its own accord, couch pillows turning into marshmallows. A petite cloud erupted at the top of the ceiling, Floyd immediately latching unto it. Pink and brown shades appeared in the room, mostly in the form of fabric.
'It's still boring, but it's at least bearable.'
Pinkie walked over, picking up a pink marshmallow pillow resting on the couch, gnawing on it and watching the spirit change other things. Once he was finished the room was still recognizable, albeit more colorful, and strange.
'Why aren't you going all out?'
'Well, you have to be comfortable.'
She took a giant chomp out of the marshmallow, shaking her head as she chewed. He shook his head at her, reaching up to pluck Floyd from his cloud, ignoring the distressed cooing that emanated from his center. After rolling him around in his hands for a few seconds, he threw him to the ground, the ball of fluff bouncing right back into his arms, unhurt. He floated around, bouncing Floyd, his expression drawn. Pinkie set the marshmallow down, a bite mark scarring the corner, and bounced over to him, grabbing unto his tail. Instead of being pulled down, Pinkie was pulled up, holding onto the spirit's tail as he floated around, swinging on it. After a minute of amusing herself, she slid off, looking at the spirit who still ignored her, deep in thought. After poking him, she climbed up on, shimmying up his body like he was an overgrown rope. Once she had neared the top, she rested her bottom hooves on his shoulder, poking him repeatedly. He turned to her, his exasperated expression melting as he smiled at the pink pony.
'Welcome home, Pinkie.'
AN/ I just can't imagine them having a mushy relationship, and its totally throwing me off, I'm so sorry! GACK. Also, I don't know if I will be able to publish in the next few days, so I might just return with a stockpile of chapters. But I will try my hardest to post them as they come. Anywho, please review?