"Just where are they?" Comet asked himself aloud. "The train arrives in ten minutes."

"Relax." Replied Thunderlane. "They still have an abundance of time to show up. Worst case scenario they take the next train. I'm sure the princess will understand once you explain it to her.

Two of them plus Time Turner, Cheese Sandwich and Spike were standing on the platform at Ponyville's train station, all of them wearing tuxedos.

"Howdy there y'all!"

They looked where the voice was coming from only to see nopony else but Applejack. She was wearing a light green dress with a simple, country-inspired design. The mare pulling a green wooden box on wheels alongside her.

"Miss Applejack? What are you doing here?" Asked Time Turner confused. "Are you by any chance attending the gala as well?"

"Ya bet I am, Sugarcube! Braeburn didn't tell ya?" She replied.

"No, he omitted that detail." Replied Comet Tail. "How did you get the ticket?"

"He gave it to me."

"What?!" All of them asked in unison.

"He voluntarily gave up the ticket ?" Asked Cheese Sandwich.

The mare moved her hat. "Ever since he was a little colt, Braeburn's hated crowds. You'd be surprised how much he's changed over the years. The idea's to gather up as many bits for our family as we can. Don't much matter which one of us goes. That, and he went and politely asked me to go instead of him."

Before anyone could say anything a new voice rung in the air.

"Wait for us!"

All of them looked to see both a familiar and a new face.

Soarin in a suit of his own was being accompanied by a middle aged light pink pegasus mare with brown mane, purple highlights popping here and there. The dress that she wore had both a sense of class and old age, like something from a bygone era.

"Soar? Is that who I think it is?" Inquired Comet Tail.

The pegasus stallion smiled. "I would like to introduce everypony to my mother: Tippy Tappy. Except for you Thunderlane, you guys already know each other all too well."

Stallions, Applejack and Spike verbally greeted her.

The darker stallion chuckled. "Good to see you ."

The mare smiled back at him. "Same to you Thunder. You're getting more and more handsome every day."

Tippy Tappy took a good look at the group. "It's great to know that my son found a group of ponies that

Her eyes wandered over to Spike.

"Soarin, is that a dragon?" The elder mare asked her son.

The stallion chuckled. "That mom is the one and only Spike."

The young drake in question puffed his chest proudly, clearly entertained by the fact that he was the centre of attention.

Tapppy giggled. "Oh my, he's so…"

"Fearsome? Intimidating?" Asked Spike.

"Adorable!" Soarin's mother finished.

Little dragon deflated and Comet started laughing.

"C-cute?" Asked the dragon in a disappointed voice.

"Don't let the exterior fool you . He's more than ferocious once you let him into the kitchen." Said his older brother jokingly.

At that moment a familiar whistle rung in the air. Everyone turn their head to see that the train has finally reached the station.

"Grand Galloping Gala, here we come!" Announced Cheese Sandwich enthusiastically.


Upon arriving at the Canterlot station the elements and their companions immediately made their way to the royal palace.

"Comet?"

The unicorn in question turned his head towards the voice. It was Time Turner. "What is it?"

"I've been meaning to ask you where Twilight has been for the past two days. She lent me a book from her private collection and I wanted to return it but I couldn't find her anywhere."

"She left for Canterlot earlier to prepare for the gala, or at least that's what she told me."

"Really? Ponyville's cutest librarian is going to attend as well?" Thunderlane asked teasingly.

Comet could feel a slight tinge of negativity looming at the back of his mind.

Applejack's mouth corners dropped slightly. "Yah think she's cute?" She asked the dark stallion.

"On the scale of cuteness I would give her a solid seven." He replied, waiting for a reaction from the unicorn.

Comet thought for a moment."Can't really argue with that."

Thunderlane laughed and patted the unicorn on the back. "Don't worry, I'm just messing with you, man."

The unicorn faked a small laughter.

After guards let them through the whole pack was standing in front of the palace.

Comet took a deep breath. "Okay guys, Let's recall the rules. No embarrassing the Princesses. That means no wild stunts, no inappropriate jokes, and definitely no trying to 'spice up' the event. We're representing Ponyville, so let's keep it classy."

Cheese Sandwich raised a hoof. "Define 'spice up.' Hypothetically."

Comet gave him a flat look. "If you have to ask, don't do it. No causing unnecessary scenes. That means no challenging ponies to random contests, no fighting, and no making the night harder for anypony else."

Soarin crossed his hooves. "What if they start it?"

"Then we end it by walking away," Comet said firmly. "We're here to enjoy the gala, not become the evening's entertainment."

The group exchanged glances, a mix of agreement and mild amusement.

Comet Tail softened his tone, adding, "Look, we've all got our goals tonight, but remember—we're here as a team. Let's make this a night to remember for all the right reasons."

"Got it, boss," Spike chimed in, giving Comet a mock salute.

"Good. Now let's do this."


The grand ballroom of Canterlot Castle was bathed in golden light, the dazzling decor complementing the vibrant sea of guests. Comet Tail stepped inside, taking a moment to absorb the atmosphere. Around him, his friends and Spike dispersed eagerly, each with their own goals for the evening.

Turning his gaze toward the center of the room, Comet spotted Princess Celestia standing amidst a circle of nobles. As their eyes met, she smiled warmly and beckoned him over.

"Comet Tail," Celestia greeted him as he approached, her serene voice cutting through the gentle hum of conversation. "It's always a pleasure to see one of my students."

"And it's always an honor to see you, Princess," Comet replied, bowing politely. "Thank you for inviting me—and my friends. It means a lot to all of us."

Celestia's eyes twinkled. "I wouldn't have it any other way. I trust you'll enjoy yourself tonight?"

"I'll do my best," Comet said, smiling. "Though I think I might need to brush up on my small talk."

Celestia chuckled lightly before glancing around. "Speaking of familiar faces, where is Twilight? I thought she'd be with you."

"Oh," Comet replied, his ears perking up. "Twilight took an earlier train to Canterlot two days ago. She wanted to prepare for the Gala ahead of time. You know how meticulous she can be."

Celestia nodded, a fond smile gracing her lips. "That sounds like her."

Before the conversation could continue, a voice interrupted them.

"Princess Celestia! Comet!"

Comet turned toward the source, and his breath caught in his throat. Twilight Sparkle was walking toward them, her light blue gala dress shimmering elegantly with each step.

Her mane, usually left loose and practical, was elegantly styled into a neat bun at the back of her head giving her an unexpected sense of elegance.

Comet blinked, feeling the temperature rise in his cheeks.

"Twilight, there you are," Celestia said warmly, her gaze flickering briefly to Comet's awestruck expression. "You look lovely tonight."

"You've caught us at the perfect time," Celestia said, her eyes glinting with a subtle playfulness. "But I believe I see somepony who requires my attention. If you'll excuse me."

Before either of them could protest, Celestia walked away gracefully, leaving Twilight and Comet alone.

Twilight turned to Comet, tilting her head curiously. "You alright there? You look a little...distracted."

Comet snapped back to reality. "What? Oh right. It's just that you look incredible."

The mare blushed at his compliment but her mouth quickly formed into a smirk.

"Thanks, Comet. You're not looking so bad yourself. I see you finally figured out how to tie a bowtie."

He chuckled, adjusting the slightly crooked accessory. "Well, it only took Spike and three instructional scrolls, but I got there. You'd think magic would make it easier, but no."

Twilight laughed lightly, the sound putting Comet at ease.

It was at that moment that he noticed apart from him she was completely alone.

"So, where's the rest of the Sparkle clan? Are they hiding in the ballroom, or did you scare them off with another checklist?"

Twilight rolled her eyes but couldn't help the grin tugging at her lips. "They're not here yet. My parents and Shining are on their way. Cadence, unfortunately, couldn't make it—she's stuck at a diplomatic meeting in Prance."

"Shame. She won't have to listen to this year's critique." Comet said jokingly.

"Don't laugh,the gala is a serious matter to dad.." The mare replied while still smirking.

While being a paragon of kindness and wisdom Sir Night Light always carried an aura of effortless authority. His razor - sharp attention to detail probably being the main reason.

From the subtle shift of a waiter's posture to the faintest thread out of place on a guest's dress. Nothing went past him.

By contrast, Twilight Velvet, with her commoner roots, was almost the polar opposite. Where Night Light noticed the smallest threads of the evening, Velvet embraced the whole fabric, laughing and chatting without a care for whether the floral arrangements were perfectly symmetrical or the hors d'oeuvres were precisely plated. It was a grounding presence that had always balanced her husband's meticulous nature.

It was a dynamic that shaped Twilight in ways Comet found fascinating. She carried her father's meticulousness in her studies, her drive for perfection tempered by her mother's unshakable warmth and pragmatism.

"Hello? Comet?" Twilight asked concerned.

"Hmm?"

"You drifted off somewhere for a moment."

"Oh yeah. Sorry."

Good Faust, why had his legs gone soft?

The moment stretched as her gaze lingered on him. That quiet confidence she carried tonight only deepened the sense that she was so far out of his league. And yet...

And yet, wasn't it Twilight herself who had always encouraged him, even as they competed? Who had stayed up late in the library with him, pouring over spells and theories until the candles burned low? Who had been the only one who could match his wit, challenge his ideas, and laugh with him over their mistakes?

Maybe—just maybe—she didn't need somepony better.

He swallowed hard, his pulse quickening. Before he could think too much and talk himself out of it, he took a shaky breath and smiled.

"Twilight," he said, his voice steadier than he felt, "would you like to dance?"

Twilight blinked, her eyes widening slightly as she took in Comet's question. For a split second, she looked so surprised that Comet's heart plummeted. Had he overstepped? Misread the moment?

He cursed himself silently for ruining what had been a perfectly pleasant conversation.

But then Twilight's expression softened into something shy and uncertain. "You… you want to dance with me?"

"Yes," Comet said quickly, his voice almost cracking before he steadied it. "I mean, only if you want to. No pressure, of course! I just thought it might be... nice."

Twilight's cheeks flushed a faint pink, and she glanced down at the polished marble floor. "I'd love to, but…" She hesitated, her hoof tracing a small circle against the ground. "I'm not a very good dancer. Actually, I'm pretty terrible at it."

Comet exhaled a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. Relief surged through him, followed by an almost giddy kind of courage. "Twilight," he said with a lopsided grin, "you're talking to the pony who once tripped over his own hooves during a basic teleportation spell. I don't think either of us is winning any awards for grace tonight."

Twilight looked up at him, her lips twitching into a reluctant smile. "You tripped during a teleportation spell? When was this?"

"Remember that summer when Celestia sent us both to that advanced spellcraft seminar?" Comet asked, his grin widening. "I was trying to impress the instructor by teleporting across the room. Instead, I materialized right in front of her podium and nearly knocked the whole thing over."

Twilight burst into laughter, her earlier embarrassment momentarily forgotten. "I do remember that! You tried to play it off like it was part of the demonstration."

"Exactly. And if I could survive that level of humiliation, I think we can survive one dance together." He held out a hoof, his voice softening. "What do you say?"

Twilight hesitated for only a moment longer before she placed her hoof in his. "Alright," she said, her smile now warm and genuine. "Let's give it a try. If we both make fools of ourselves, at least we'll do it together."

"Deal," Comet said, his heart fluttering as he led her toward the dance floor.

As they stepped into the gentle rhythm of the music, their initial awkwardness melted into shared laughter, each misstep met with good-natured teasing. For once, Comet felt as though the weight of self-doubt had lifted, replaced by something lighter and far more precious—a connection that was unmistakably theirs.


Applejack stood behind her modest stand, a proud display of her family's best apple treats arranged before her. She leaned against the counter, tilting her hat back slightly as her green eyes scanned the thinning crowd. The night had been slow, with only Soarin and his mother stopping by so far, and though she tried to keep her spirits up, she couldn't help but feel a touch of impatience.

The sound of hoofsteps broke her reverie, and she straightened as Thunderlane approached. His usually confident stride was slower and his ears slightly drooped.

"Well, if it ain't Ponyville's finest weather captain," Applejack greeted, her voice warm but tinged with curiosity. "You here for somethin' sweet, or just for the company?"

Thunderlane offered a small smile, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. "Hey, Applejack. Just… thought I'd stop by."

Applejack's gaze sharpened. She knew that look—she'd seen it too many times in the mirror to mistake it. "Sugarcube, you look like ya got a heap of somethin' weighin' on ya. Go on, spill it. What's botherin' ya?"

Thunderlane hesitated, glancing around as if searching for an escape route. "It's nothing, really. Just... something on my mind."

Applejack crossed her hooves over the counter and fixed him with a no-nonsense look. "Thunderlane, I ain't got the time for dancin' 'round the truth. You're frettin' over somethin'. Spill the beans."

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Alright, alright. It's about Restless Cloud. I need to talk to him tonight, but…" He hesitated for a moment. "I'm worried I'll mess it up."

Applejack tilted her head. "Mess what up? What're you tryin' to talk to him about?"

"The weather patrol," Thunderlane admitted, his tone heavy. "Ponyville's underfunded, and I need to convince him to approve more bits for us. But what do I know about talking to nobles? I'm just a weather patrol captain. They're all about fancy words and big ideas. What if I say the wrong thing?"

Applejack studied him for a moment, her expression softening. "Thunderlane," she said gently, "I ain't gonna lie and say it'll be easy. But if there's one thing I know 'bout you, it's that you don't shy away from doin' what's right, even when it's hard."

Her thoughts drifted back to that night they'd babysat Rumble and Apple Bloom. She remembered the way Thunderlane had opened up to her about raising his brother alone, the raw honesty in his voice as he shared his struggles. And when she'd told him about losing her parents, he'd listened—truly listened—like no pony had in years.

She could still feel the warmth of that hug they'd shared, the comforting pressure of his strong wings wrapped around her. You get me, she'd whispered then, her voice trembling with emotion. She hadn't realized until later how true those words were. Thunderlane did get her, in a way nopony else did. And ever since that night, something had shifted in her heart.

Shaking off the memory, Applejack smiled at him. "Ya know, I reckon you're sellin' yourself short. You're raisin' Rumble all on your own, runnin' the weather patrol, and still find time to help out when folks need it. That takes guts, Thunderlane. You've already proven you're strong enough to handle any storm."

Thunderlane chuckled softly, though his cheeks darkened. "Thanks, AJ. That means a lot, coming from you."

Applejack tilted her head, her gaze searching his face. "Tell ya what," she said, breaking the silence. "Go talk to Restless Cloud. Be yourself, and let your passion do the talkin'. And if it don't work out, well, you'll still have folks like me who believe in ya."

She smiled, though her heart gave an unfamiliar flutter at the way he said her name. As he turned to leave, Applejack watched him go, her mind spinning. She'd always respected Thunderlane, but now... now she was starting to realize just how much he'd come to mean to her. And that scared her as much as it thrilled her.


The music swirled gently through the grand hall, filling the air with a soothing rhythm that even the most uncoordinated of dancers could follow. Comet Tail and Twilight Sparkle, however, were proving that there were indeed exceptions to every rule. Their steps were clumsy, a mix of hesitations and missteps, and more than once, Comet's hoof bumped against Twilight's.

"Sorry!" he blurted, his cheeks tinged pink.

Twilight laughed, brushing her bangs away from her face. "Don't be. I'm pretty sure that one was my fault."

They shared a grin, and despite their lack of grace, neither seemed to mind. If anything, the shared awkwardness only made the moment sweeter. Comet found himself admiring how easily Twilight could laugh at herself, and Twilight, in turn, noticed how his self-consciousness faded when she reassured him.

Unbeknownst to them, at the entrance to the hall, a small group of ponies had just arrived. Twilight Velvet and Night Light stood arm in arm, their gazes drawn immediately to the dance floor. Shining Armor stood slightly behind them, his expression calm but thoughtful.

"There they are," Twilight Velvet said, her voice soft and touched with emotion. Her eyes sparkled as she took in the sight of her daughter and Comet. "Oh, Night Light, look at them. Doesn't it take you back?"

The unicorn nodded, a gentle smile spreading across his face. "It does," he replied. "It feels like just yesterday they were running around the house, studying magic together, and arguing over who got the last cookie." He sighed, his gaze wistful. "And now… here they are, grown up and dancing at the Gala."

Twilight Velvet's grin grew wider, a hint of excitement flickering in her expression. "I always suspected there was something between them. You know, I used to catch her sneaking glances at him during their study sessions."

Night Light chuckled, his tone teasing. "And I recall you 'casually' asking Falling Star if Comet was interested in anypony."

Twilight Velvet huffed, though her cheeks turned pink. "I was just being a curious parent."

Beside them, Shining Armor stood silently, his expression unreadable. His sharp, blue eyes followed the couple's movements on the dance floor, but whether he was reminiscing, analyzing, or something else entirely, no one could tell.

On the dance floor, the song was winding down to its final notes. Comet and Twilight, still stepping on each other's hooves from time to time, had fallen into an easy rhythm of laughter and shared smiles. When the last note faded, they stopped, breathing slightly heavier from the effort but beaming nonetheless.

Twilight turned to Comet, her eyes shining with gratitude and something else he couldn't quite name. "Thanks for the dance," she said, her voice soft but genuine.

Before Comet could respond, Twilight leaned forward and, in a moment that seemed to surprise even herself, gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

Comet froze, his heart skipping a beat, and his face turning a brilliant shade of red. "Uh…" he started, but the words caught in his throat.

Twilight looked equally startled by her own actions, her own cheeks flushing. "I—uh—" She glanced away, suddenly shy. "It just felt like the right thing to do," she admitted sheepishly.

From across the hall, Night Light's face broke into a wide smile, the kind only a proud father could wear. "Well, I'll be," he murmured.

Twilight Velvet nearly squealed, her excitement barely contained. "Did you see that? Oh, Night Light, did you see that?"

"Yes, dear," he said patiently, his voice tinged with humor. "I saw."

Shining Armor's gaze remained fixed on the pair, his expression still inscrutable. He didn't say a word, but a flicker of thought passed behind his eyes, as if he were weighing something deeply.

The moment Twilight Sparkle spotted her parents and Shining Armor approaching, her face lit up with delight. "Mom! Dad! Shining!" she exclaimed, waving enthusiastically as they neared.

Twilight Velvet immediately pulled her daughter into a tight hug. "Oh, sweetheart! Look at you, all grown up and looking stunning in that dress!"

Night Light followed with a warm smile, patting her on the shoulder. "You look radiant, Twily. As always."

Shining Armor grinned and ruffled her mane, much to Twilight's annoyance. "My LSBFF, stealing the show already, huh?"

Twilight playfully swatted his hoof away. "Shiny, stop messing up my mane!"

As the family exchanged greetings, Comet stood back, offering a polite smile. But before he could decide whether to excuse himself or wait for an introduction, Night Light turned his attention to him.

Velvet's eyes slid toward Comet, a twinkle of mischief in them. "And who's this handsome stallion?"

"Mom!" Twilight groaned, already predicting where this was going.

Comet bowed politely. "Good evening, Lady Velvet, Sir Night Light," he greeted, his tone formal.

Night Light chuckled, waving a hoof. "None of that 'Sir' nonsense, Comet. You've known us since you and Twilight were foals. You didn't call me that when you spilled juice all over that tapestry, and you don't need to start now."

Caught off guard, Comet hesitated. "I… Well, I suppose it just seemed more appropriate now that I'm older."

Night Light waved a hoof dismissively. "None of that. You're practically family, Comet. Bright Shine and I wouldn't have wanted it any other way." His expression softened as he studied the young stallion. "You know, you remind me of your father. Not in the way you carry yourself—Bright Shine was always the image of a Royal Guard, while you've clearly found your path in books and magic. But in the way you think, the way you care. He would've been proud of you."

Comet felt a lump in his throat and managed a quiet, "Thank you, sir—I mean, Mr. Night Light."

His , meanwhile, was already sizing him up. "Speaking of pride, I can't imagine a wise, handsome stallion like you hasn't caught the attention of some lovely mares by now."

Beside his mother, Twilight Velvet was the only mare who had continuously called him handsome since he was a foal. That meant more than he liked to admit.

Twilight groaned softly. "Mom, seriously?"

Velvet waved her off playfully. "I'm just curious! Who knows? Maybe your perfect match is closer than you think."

Comet's cheeks flushed, and he chuckled nervously. "Dating isn't exactly simple for me, Lady—er, Velvet." He hesitated before glancing at Twilight and continuing cautiously. "There is a mare I admire, though. She's one of the wisest and kindest ponies I've ever met. But… well, she comes from a family with an old and noble lineage. Every member I've met seems leagues above me. I just don't know if I'd ever measure up."

Velvet's eyes sparkled with interest, and she opened her mouth to speak, but Night Light gently interrupted her. "Sometimes," he said, his voice thoughtful, "it's worth speaking to that family. You might find they think more highly of you than you realize."

Comet nodded slowly, his gaze distant. "I'll… keep that in mind."

Just then, Comet glanced toward the balcony and cleared his throat. "If you'll excuse me, I think I need some air. The gala can be a bit… overwhelming."

Night Light gave him a knowing nod. "Take your time, Comet. It's a big night."

As Comet slipped away, Shining Armor straightened his posture. "I think I'll step out for a moment too. I promised to meet a friend from the barracks."

Twilight raised her eyebrow. "From the barracks? On the gala?"

He chuckled. "You'd be surprised."

With that he left their circle and unbeknownst to them followed the younger stallion.


"Are you having fun, honey?" Tippy Tappy asked, her voice gentle as she walked beside her son.

"Ehmm... Yeah, I guess," Soarin replied with a shrug, though the slight unease in his tone was hard to miss. No matter how far he'd come as an Element Bearer, standing among the upper crust of Equestrian society still made him feel like an outsider.

Tippy Tappy noticed the tension in his stance and placed a comforting hoof on his shoulder. Her expression softened as she looked at him.

"Soar," she said warmly, "you deserve to be here just as much as anypony else. It doesn't matter how much money we have or don't have. You're here because you're a hero, someone who helped save our kingdom from disaster. Never forget that."

She felt the tension in his shoulders ease slightly, and a small, grateful smile appeared on his face. "Yeah. Thanks, Mom."

As they rounded a corner, Soarin's ears perked at a familiar laugh. His heart skipped a beat when he spotted a rainbow-maned pegasus standing across the room, chatting animatedly with a group of Wonderbolts. Rainbow Dash.

Tippy noticed her son's pause and followed his gaze.

"Who's that?" she asked, her tone curious.

Soarin swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry.

He tried to play it cool. "That's Rainbow Dash. She's… You know. One of the Wonderbolts.

Tippy Tappy raised an eyebrow, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "And a friend of yours, right?"

Before Soarin could backpedal, Rainbow turned her head and spotted him. Her magenta eyes lit up, and she immediately trotted over, leaving her teammates behind.

"Soarin!" she called, her grin widening. "Didn't expect to see you here!"

"Rainbow!" Soarin said, his own smile spreading as his wings gave a small, involuntary flutter. "Hey! You look amazing."

Rainbow chuckled, her cheeks tinging with the faintest blush. "Thanks. You're not looking so bad yourself." She glanced at the older mare beside him. "And who's this?"

Soarin snapped back to the moment. "Oh! Rainbow, this is my mom, Tippy Tappy. Mom, this is Rainbow Dash, the best flier in Equestria."

The older mare smiled warmly. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Rainbow Dash. Soarin's told me a lot about you."

Rainbow Dash's ears perked up as she shot Soarin a playful look. "Oh yeah? All good things, I hope."

Tippy Tappy chuckled. "All good, I promise. He has a tendency to flutter his wings while doing so."

"Mom!" Soarin interjected, his cheeks flushing a deep crimson.

Rainbow snickered, clearly enjoying Soarin's flustered reaction. "You're pretty cool, Mrs. Tappy."

"Call me Tippy, dear," she said. Then, with a wink, she added, "And I can see why Soarin admires you so much."

Both pegasi froze at that, their eyes widening slightly before they glanced awkwardly at each other. Tippy pretended not to notice, though she couldn't hide the mischievous glint in her eyes.

The mare's gaze lingered on Rainbow Dash as if she were trying to commit every detail of the Wonderbolt to memory. After a moment, her warm smile deepened. "So, Rainbow Dash, tell me—are your parents here at the Gala tonight?"

Rainbow shook her head, a fond but exasperated grin crossing her face. "Nah, they're back in Cloudsdale. My mom and dad aren't exactly 'Gala' ponies, if you know what I mean."

"Nah, they're back in Cloudsdale," Rainbow replied, her wings giving a small flutter. "Both of them work at the weather factory. My mom's in quality control, and my dad used to be in the military before he switched to maintenance. They've been there forever."

Tippy's ears perked up. "An ex-military pony? How fascinating. What's his name?"

"Bow Hothoof," Rainbow said. "He's... uh, enthusiastic, to say the least. My mom's Windy Whistles. She's in charge of cloud density inspections."

Tippy's eyes widened as she gasped. "Bow Hothoof? That Bow Hothoof?"

Rainbow blinked, surprised by her reaction. "Yeah. You guys know each other?"

Tippy grinned, shaking her head as if trying to process the revelation. "Know him? Honey, we dated for half a year! We went to high school together. He was... well, let's just say he was quite the troublemaker back in the day. Always pulling pranks, skipping class, and somehow still charming the teachers into letting him off the hook. I never thought he'd settle down, let alone join the military."

That got both Soarin and Rainbow to gape in unison, their wings twitching with unease.

"You dated my dad?" Rainbow blurted out, her voice somewhere between surprise and embarrassment.

Tippy waved a hoof dismissively, laughing softly. "Oh, don't worry, nothing dramatic came of it. We broke up on good terms—just two teenagers realizing we were better as friends. But goodness, he was so handsome back then. Those strong wings, that dazzling smile..." Her voice grew dreamy, and she sighed.

Soarin groaned, dragging a hoof down his face. "Mom! I don't need to hear this."

Rainbow cringed slightly. "I don't know if I want to hear about this either, Ms. Tappy."

Tippy blinked, realizing the awkward turn of the conversation. She quickly added, "Oh, don't worry you two, Bow is not Soarin's father."

Her voice softened slightly, and her smile faded as she glanced down at her hooves. "Soarin's father... well, he wasn't interested in settling down, let alone raising a foal."

Rainbow looked at Tippy with a soft, understanding gaze. "You know, Soarin's dad really lost out. He missed out on raising an amazing son. And he doesn't even know what he missed by not being there for you, either. You two could've been a family." She smiled at Tippy warmly. "But Soarin's lucky, you know? He got you instead."

Tippy looked up, her eyes misty but full of warmth as she reached out to squeeze Rainbow's hoof. "Thank you, dear. That means more than you know."

Rainbow gave her a small, reassuring smile before leaning back. "You know, my parents are kind of the opposite of that. Don't get me wrong, I love them, but... they're a little much sometimes. Always cheering me on, even for the smallest things. When I was a filly, they threw me a party just because I cleaned my room once."

Tippy laughed, her spirits lifting. "Well, I suppose there are worse things than parents who love you a little too much."

Rainbow chuckled. "True. Still, if I ever have foals, I'd like to think I wouldn't be that over-the-top. I'd want to strike a balance, you know?"

Tippy gave Rainbow a knowing smile. "Ah, well, you say that now, dear. But you'll have to wait and see. Parenthood can bring out the unexpected in a pony."

Before Rainbow could respond, Tippy turned her attention to Soarin, her tone turning teasing. "Speaking of foals, Soarin, when am I going to see some grandfoals, hmm?"

Soarin nearly tripped over his own hooves. "Mom!" he sputtered, his cheeks blazing.

Rainbow's wings flared slightly as her face turned bright red. "Whoa, whoa, wait a second—what?"

Tippy smirked, clearly enjoying their reactions. "What? I'm just saying! Soarin's at a good age, and with such a lovely mare like you around, Rainbow, well... a mother can hope, can't she?"

Soarin stammered, looking anywhere but at Rainbow. "We're—we're not—Mom, come on!"

Rainbow coughed awkwardly, her blush refusing to fade. "Yeah, uh... I mean... we're just friends."

"For now," Tippy said lightly, her tone far too innocent. "But you two do look good together, don't you think?"

The two younger ponies exchanged an awkward glance, both unsure how to respond. Tippy, satisfied with the flustered silence, simply chuckled and started walking again.

Rainbow cleared her throat and tried to regain her composure, shooting Soarin a small, embarrassed smile. "Your mom's... something else."

"You don't know the half of it," Soarin muttered, still red-faced. But as they followed Tippy through the crowd, he couldn't help but feel a tiny spark of hope in his chest, wondering if his mother's teasing might have planted a seed.


Comet Tail leaned against the stone railing of the balcony, his eyes scanning the distant skyline of Canterlot, the lights of the city twinkling beneath the stars. He was trying to calm his nerves, but the steady rhythm of his heartbeat seemed to echo in his ears.

A soft clop of hooves sounded behind him, and Comet didn't need to turn around to know who it was. The familiar presence of Twilight's older brother, Shining Armor, settled next to him. He was clad in a royal tuxedo, his white coat pristine and his regal demeanor unwavering.

"Comet," Shining said, his voice polite but carrying a weight that made the air seem heavier. "I thought I might find you out here."

Comet's heart skipped a beat as he straightened up. He hadn't expected to speak with Shining Armor tonight. The stallion had always been... a little intimidating to him. Even as a colt, Shining had a certain way of looking at him—polite, yes, but with that unmistakable air of superiority, as though Comet were always beneath his notice. As though he were always watching him, judging him.

"Good evening, Capitain," Comet said, trying to keep his tone steady, though his nerves betrayed him.

Shining nodded, studying Comet for a moment before speaking again. "I wanted to talk to you. About Twilight."

Comet stiffened, his ears flicking back slightly. "Twilight?" He glanced sideways at Shining, his stomach turning in knots. He knew what was coming. "What about her?"

Shining turned toward the balcony railing, leaning casually against it as though it was a topic he'd been meaning to discuss for some time. "I noticed something earlier. After your little dance with her... and that peck on the cheek."

Comet's breath caught in his throat, and he swallowed hard, his throat dry. That moment with Twilight, the brief but sweet kiss, had felt like the beginning of something new between them. But now, hearing Shining Armor's words, a sudden wave of fear gripped him. He turned to face Shining, though he found it difficult to meet his gaze. His heart raced.

"I... I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," Comet stammered, trying to backpedal. "It was just a moment, a small gesture. Twilight and I... we've been close for a long time."

Shining Armor's eyes narrowed slightly, his expression unreadable. "I'm not asking about the gesture, Comet. I'm asking if you're ready for the responsibility that comes with being that close to my sister. To protect her when things get dangerous." He paused, his voice lowering just enough that Comet could hear the undercurrent of seriousness. "Can you do that?"

Comet's heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, he felt like his words were caught in his throat. The thought of Twilight being in danger... of him failing her... it terrified him. He had to force the words out, despite the fear gnawing at him.

"I… I can." he finally managed to say, his voice trembling slightly. "I will do everything I can to protect Twilight. I swear on my life."

Shining Armor's gaze was intense, scrutinizing him as if weighing his every word. "Because I don't think you understand what you're saying," he continued, his voice becoming more direct. "I'm not just asking if you're going to stand there and look tough. I'm asking if you're ready. If something happens, if she's ever in danger, if I'm not around... will you be able to keep her safe?"

"Do you remember what happened when we were foals?"

Comet blinked, his stomach sinking. "What do you mean?"

"There was that group of colts—remember them?" Shining's voice was tight now, a hint of something darker slipping into his tone. "The ones that were picking on Twilight? You stood up to them. I was there, watching. I saw you try to protect her, even when they were bigger and stronger than you. You didn't back down, but they... they beat you up pretty badly. I had to step in and chase them off."

Comet felt the blood drain from his face. The memory hit him like a tidal wave, crashing over him with a force that left him breathless. He had almost forgotten about that day, the humiliation, the pain—Twilight had been so scared, crying in the corner while he had tried so hard to be brave. He could still remember the way the colts had laughed as they knocked him down, how helpless he had felt when no one came to help. The shame had stayed with him all these years, and now it was rearing its ugly head again.

"I remember," Comet said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I remember every bit of it."

Shining Armor didn't say anything for a long while. The silence hung between them like a heavy weight. Comet's mind spun with thoughts of that day—of his failure. He had tried so hard to protect Twilight, but in the end, it had been her brother who had saved them both. He had always felt like less because of that.

"I know you remember. I was there, too. But that's the thing. You've got to be confident in your ability to protect her. Confidence doesn't come from just promises. It comes from knowing that you're capable. If something like that happens again, and there's no one around to help, you have to be ready to face it on your own."

Shining Armor looked at him for a long moment, his gaze searching.

I'm not trying to scare you, Comet. I just need to know you're serious about this. You're not just a friend anymore. If you're going to be Twilight's special somepony, you have to be ready for what comes with that responsibility."

Comet nodded, his chest tight with both determination and fear. He wasn't sure if he was ready for what Shining Armor was talking about, but he would try. He had to try. Twilight meant everything to him.

"I understand," Comet said, his voice steady despite the nervousness clawing at him. "I'll do everything I can to protect her."

Shining Armor nodded approvingly, though the weight of his words still hung in the air. "Good. I'll be watching you, Comet. And I'll hold you accountable if anything ever happens to her."

Comet's heart pounded in his chest, but he stood tall. He wouldn't back down this time.

"I won't let you down," he said, his voice full of quiet resolve.

As Shining Armor turned to walk back into the gala, Comet stayed where he was, staring out over the balcony. He had a promise to keep now—not just to Twilight, but to Shining Armor too. And he would do whatever it took to prove himself worthy of that trust.

As the sounds of the party filtered back in, Comet looked up at the stars once more, his mind filled with thoughts of the future. Of the challenges ahead. And of Twilight.

The express chugged softly in the distance as the six Element Bearers and their companions gathered at the station, their tasks for the gala behind them. The platform was alive with farewells, laughter, and the quiet satisfaction of goals accomplished. Time Turner chatted animatedly with Steel Cog, a gleam of excitement in his eyes. Thunderlane, a proud smile on his face, exchanged a firm hoofshake with Restless Cloud. Cheese Sandwich was handing out balloons to a small group of foals, their giggles filling the air. And Soarin, standing beside Rainbow Dash, grinned as his mother gave the prismatic pegasus an approving nod.

Comet Tail stood quietly beside Twilight, the noise of the station fading into the background as the train pulled into the platform. Once aboard, the group quickly found seats in the cozy compartment. Comet, spotting an open seat beside Twilight, slid in next to her. As the train began to roll forward, he noticed the familiar look of focus on her face as she held a well-worn book in her hooves.

"What are you reading this time, Twi?" Comet asked, leaning slightly to catch a glimpse of the cover.

Twilight looked up, her cheeks already pink from the proximity. "Oh, it's Daring Do and the Sapphire Statue. It feels like a good way to wind down after everything.

The stallion chuckled knowingly. "Ah, the one where Daring tricks the guards by—"

"Comet!" Twilight interrupted, her voice a mix of surprise and mock indignation. "Spoilers!"

He laughed at her reaction, the sound light and easy. "What? It's not even a major one! Besides, I thought you liked seeing how clever she gets."

Twilight's lips curved into a smile despite herself. "I do. But let me enjoy it properly, okay?"

"Alright, alright," he said, holding up a hoof in surrender. "No more spoilers. Promise."

They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, the rhythm of the train filling the air. Comet's playful grin faded slightly as his mind shifted to the memory of the gala. He cleared his throat softly, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. "Twilight… about what happened at the gala. The, uh… kiss on the cheek."

wilight's ears flattened, and her face turned crimson. She quickly closed her book and set it aside, her eyes darting to her hooves. "I—oh, Comet, I'm so sorry about that. It was impulsive, and I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I don't know what I was thinking."

Comet tilted his head, his curiosity piqued. "You don't have to apologize, Twilight. But… if you don't mind me asking, what were you thinking?"

She hesitated, her hooves fidgeting slightly. "I guess… I wasn't really thinking at all. It just… happened. And I've been trying to figure it out ever since." She paused, her voice softer now. "For a while now—maybe longer than I realize—I've been feeling… something whenever I'm around you. At first, I thought it was just admiration or respect. You've always been such a good friend to me. But over the past year, it's grown into something I can't ignore anymore. I'd catch myself thinking about you at the oddest times or feeling flustered when you smiled at me. It's like… the feelings were always there, but I'm only just now realizing how deep they go."

Comet's breath caught in his throat as her words sank in. He had never seen her so vulnerable before, and it made his chest tighten in a way he couldn't quite explain. Slowly, he reached out and placed his hoof gently over hers, causing her to look up at him with wide, uncertain eyes.

"Twilight," he began, his voice steady despite the nervous flutter in his chest, "I've always respected you, too. You're one of the smartest, kindest, and most amazing ponies I know. And while I was content with us just being friends, if there's even the slightest chance for something more between us, I'd be more than happy to give it a try."

Twilight's eyes shimmered with emotion, but before she could respond, Comet continued, his own cheeks flushing. "The truth is… I think I've felt something for you for a long time. Maybe even since we were foals. I remember how excited I'd get whenever I'd visit your house, even with Shinning around. Being around you just made everything feel brighter."

Her lips parted slightly in surprise, and for a moment, the two simply stared at each other, the air between them thick with unspoken words. Then, in a burst of courage, Twilight leaned forward and pressed her lips to his. Comet's eyes widened in shock before they fluttered shut, his heart racing as warmth spread through his chest. It felt like he was melting, every nerve in his body alight with sensation.

When they finally pulled apart, Twilight's face was glowing, a radiant smile lighting up her features. "You have no idea how much I've wanted to do that," she confessed, her voice breathless but full of joy.

Comet chuckled softly, his own cheeks burning. "Well, I'm glad you finally did. Because I don't think I could've worked up the nerve."

Before they could say anything more, a loud cheer erupted from across the compartment. "Finally!" Spike's voice rang out, breaking the intimate moment.

Twilight and Comet both froze, their faces burning with embarrassment as they turned to see Spike standing with his arms crossed, a wide grin plastered on his face. He looked absolutely delighted, and there was no hiding the fact that he had been watching them this entire time.

Twilight, trying to regain her composure, shot a look at the little dragon. "Spike!" she exclaimed, her voice mixed with embarrassment and amusement. "This is private!"

Spike grinned unapologetically, crossing his arms as he leaned back in his seat. "What? You two have been dancing around each other for years! It's about time!"

Comet chuckled, shaking his head. "You know, I thought we had a little more time before the whole world found out."

The drake gave them both a cheeky grin. "Hey, what can I say? I've got a sixth sense when it comes to this stuff."

Twilight glared playfully at him, still blushing, but she couldn't help but smile. "I'm gonna have words with you later, mister."

The pair groaned in unison, but as they exchanged a glance, they couldn't help but laugh. Despite Spike's antics, the warmth between them remained, unspoken but understood. As the train rolled onward toward Ponyville, Twilight leaned her head against Comet's shoulder, the Daring Do book forgotten for the moment. For the first time in a long while, everything felt exactly as it should.