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We are the day after that day, the day Blayke and Light both arrived in their vacation spot, Ponyville. But while they had the same reason to be welcomed equally, things turned out differently once the welcome party was set up. While Light would be referred to as the cool and talented stallion, Blayke himself chose to distance himself from all of this.
Not that he had any bad reasons, staying on his side without wanting to sympathize with anyone who might have been accepted, if the said stallion wouldn't have made the most popular pink mare in the whole village cry right afterwards. And as the whole of Ponyville had to be present at that moment, the parents would warn the foals too young ponies, and everyone would know not to approach the black colossus.
And now that he was there, he couldn't be happier than at that moment. No one to bother him in the street asking him for an autograph, a photo or an appointment for the most direct ponies. Of course, everyone would talk behind his back about what a bad pony he was, but it's the specialty of Mahenattan's citizens to despise the lower classes, so it's safe to say that it couldn't reach him since he was about 14 years old.
Besides, why defend something indefensible, he was a bastard with everyone, that was a fact acknowledged by Blayke himself.
So it was with this quiet state of mind that he prepared himself at dawn to leave his meager apartment, just barely big enough to accommodate his bulky belongings. Cheap sneakers and dark blue shorts on, all he needed were headphones and a Celtic music recorder to start his long daily jog.
A few simple stretches and he was off, walking down the stairs to the exit where the facility's mailboxes were located. And the postmistress was already there, looking for the right box to put her mail in. She was a gray mare with a mane and a tail almost golden if it was sunny, which was not the case, the early hour and the overcast weather gave the impression that it was going to rain.
Blayke liked to run in the rain, he didn't feel sweaty or smelly because of it, he hoped it would happen. Except that as he was moving forward, the mail carrier missed the opening of the box, which was a very primitive thing, resulting in a dozen envelopes scattered on the ground. She almost began to panic and, moaning as usual, tried to put them back in order.
Early morning shouting was not effective for morale, so Blayke opted instead for an audible sniff, spanking the mare on her knees, shifting her gaze that she was only half in control of out of fear.
"It's really just fucking cases here!" he remarked before finally leaving to walk. If even the post office isn't doing it's job, how can this city not be in ruins, Blayke thought as he quickly left the main road and headed behind the houses.
He could now wander between the buildings on one side and the famous Everfree Forest on the other. Ponyville could be covered in about thirty minutes, if Blayke believed in his abilities, and he fully believed in them. He continued to keep his rhythm while being attracted by the forest to his right. Too bad there are no mountains nearby, Blayke loves this environment more than anything else, apart from the Celtic culture of course.
And what he loves most about this culture is its music, knowing how to play its melodies, whether it is sung before a battle to protect his land or during rare shows that this people could rarely afford. The stallion realized for the admiration he had for this time at school, one class, one morning only, where during the whole of it, the little colt he was was bewitched by the words of his teacher. It was the only course he took with such skill, and the most important one he took all his life.
Since then, he has stopped paying attention to other subjects, everything that interests him and to know what inventive tactics the Celtic warriors used to repel the minotaur invaders. The mere fact that their lifelong enemies were creatures with a civilization based on conquest and war made them beings that Blayke would admire to the end. They could be ponies as well as griffins, dragons or even donkeys, but they were united under the same banner.
Thinking back to the countless researches that the always shirtless stallion (common practice of the Celts) had done, he suddenly started to think about his race again. Judging by the first building he saw next to him, it looked like the Ponyville school, and the only one around. It was early, too early for classes to start, but a sound was still heard in front of the building, a sound similar to something Blayke knew only too well.
Turning his head in the direction of the sound, his body and legs followed the call. It was a melody of breaths, coming out of a flute. A simple flute held by a filly with light yellow mane and lavender fur, but not like the incompetent librarian of yesterday.
She must have been waiting for the opening of the school, brought here surely very early by her legal guardian, and busy playing to avoid silence. Playing Danny Rayel's The Celtic Princess. Playing it...
"...WITH THE WRONG INSTRUMENT!" Blayke reacted with great pomp and circumstance, unable to let such an affront and stopping his run once he was close enough for the tiny filly to be covered by the shadow of the adult stallion. Being too focused on her game, she only noticed him now, stopped immediately and stumbled backwards when she met Blayke's tense eyes. The poor girl seemed terrified.
Blayke wasted no time and took his flute in one of his hands, forcing him to crouch down to be able to do so. Swallowing a little saliva, the pony on the ground tried to talk.
"M...my flute..." said the filly weakly with her bag on her back.
"Your flute, yes, but a simple recorder, where as Celtic music is only played with a transverse flute, kid." He reprimanded, not as violently as she expected.
"I... uh, what?" She asked her after she understood what he had said.
"Listen to me, Danny Rayel was a great man in his day, so I forbid you to play his melodies with that cheap thing. What the hell, the rest of the melody is on the harpsichord, starting it now doesn't make any sense. Do you understand, kiddo?" He said afterwards, much calmer than yesterday.
"Well... I'm, I'm sorry, I don't know the rest..." she said, looking away, feeling embarrassed that such a huge stallion is giving her music lessons.
"YOU, STAY AWAY FROM THAT FILLY!" Alerted a third voice coming in their direction. Blayke didn't recognize who it was, just some mare, and probably the teacher as she was initially heading towards the front door.
She was a lavender colored mare, not to change, and her mane was much too pink and happy, but in a more controlled version. She ran towards Blayke and the filly who stood up and instantly took her in her arms.
She took me for what I'm thinking about, seriously? thought Blayke, starting to return to her usual gaze.
"Give her back her flute!" Ordered the mare when he saw that he still had it in his hand.
Blayke paid no attention to her, and simply spoke to the filly hidden in his arms.
"I hope you understand, no more Celtic music with that thing, get a flute for that. Held back?" He said to her.
"Al... All right, I will." Answered the filly, not knowing why her mistress was so considerate of her at the time. Blayke threw the bell-shaped object at her, catching her effortlessly. "Thanks, by the way, my name is Dinky, what's yours ?" she asked after taking a disproportionate smile.
"Ask her, she must to know." Blayke nodded as she looked at the adult mare above Dinky for the only time, not giving her a look though. Without another word, he resumed his original route, as if he had never stopped, not looking to see if the two ponies were watching him leave, as they most certainly would.
"She wasted my time, that kid." Blayke complained one last time before putting his headphones back on and resuming his rhythm with the melodies and instruments vibrating in his ears.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the small town, the other movie star was waking up with pain, yesterday's party was by far one of the best he's ever been to, and the fuzziest in his mind as well. Trying to remember what happened after Blayke's problem was solved, he could only see himself borrowing a folk guitar from a pony to start playing the solo music he thought would be good for this kind of atmosphere. It worked well and most of the locals danced to his rhythm, and it continued when a microphone could be brought in to add his angelic voice to the string chords.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the small town, the other movie star was waking up with pain, yesterday's party was by far one of the best he's ever been to, and the fuzziest in his mind as well. Trying to remember what happened after Blayke's problem was solved, he could only see himself borrowing a folk guitar from a pony to start playing the solo music he thought would be good for this kind of atmosphere. It worked well and most of the locals danced to his rhythm, and it continued when a microphone could be brought in to add his angelic voice to the string chords.
Then he remembered that the Apple family cider was louder than he thought, or maybe it was an adult alternative, no children were present because of the late hour of the festivities after all.
After an hour he left the role of spellbinding gambler to respond to the provocation of his new local best friend, the aptly named Rainbow Dash for a dance battle. He was still seeing himself again, performing not only the steps but also the acrobatics on the floor in rhythm with the new melodies in the background, with the two pegasus representing the center of attention. Then came more alcohol, or what he thought it was saw similar taste despite the fruity aromas. Then nothing more.
Realizing that he was still trying to figure out where he was, he started by opening his eyes gently. As expected, he saw only the cloud ceiling above him and felt a soft, mellow cloud under his body. He glimpsed the first ray of sunshine coming from the left, the direction where he felt his arm warmed by another presence.
Light swallowed the saliva that he had accumulated in his throat before...
...a cloud ceiling...
...sleeping in a cloud...
...a...presence...
Carelessly remembering that the apartment he was supposed to be in now did not have such features, he widened his eyes and understood the third element. Not only he wasn't at home, but i was...
"Mmhhh... *yawn*."
Someone was... was now holding his arm, and sleeping in the same cloud as him. Surprisingly, he wasted no time turning his face and realizing that he was thinking exactly that. It was this cyan mare holding the stallion's arm, opening her eyes as soon as she heard him suddenly move his head towards her.
Rainbow Dash and Light looked at each other at the same time, both understanding the final steps that were missing from their memories of last night. While at first they were thinking of simply asking the other one if he had slept well or if the hangover wasn't hitting them too hard, Light finally had a more real reaction, especially when he noticed and felt the lack of clothing on their bodies.
"Don't tell me we did it!"