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Two Peas In A Pod"I still can't believe how crazy today was!" Twilight Sparkle blew a tuft of hair away from her eyes as she surveyed the clean-up effort currently on-going across Canterlot. Though the Changeling army had been driven from that hallowed city, the damage was still intense. All around ponies worked hard to tidy away piles of rubble and put out small fires amongst the wreckage.Two Peas In A Pod by ~Blueshift2k5
Twilight turned to her brother who was silently scanning over a set of building plans whilst watching the repair efforts, doing his best to remain stoic but more importantly, ignoring her. She gave him a friendly smack to the back of the head with her hoof. He still did not reply. "So, strange thing " Twilight continued. "When I met Cadance the real Cadance that is, in the caves, she was all set to get married. So you must have been close to your wedding date when she was switched with the Changeling Queen " She trailed off again, looking up at her brother.
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Home Is Where The Harp Is"You seem to be drifting, Lyra."Home Is Where The Harp Is by ~Blueshift2k5
The words continued to echo in Lyra's mind as she slumped against her sofa, slurping down the remains of a week-old bottle of soda. Drifting. That was what Davenport had said to her almost five months ago now when he'd noticed she had been sitting on the same bench in the park every day for the past four weeks. First thing in the morning until late afternoon, she had curled up on her favourite seat and watched the world go by, reliving happier times. Then she would go home, plant her hindquarters in the worn dimple in her favourite sofa, and spend the rest of the evening alone. It wasn't a bad life, by any means.
Idly she prodded her belly. It wobbled back at her. She was letting herself go: she knew it, everypony knew it. Davenport knew it, which is why he'd given her the job of Quill Clerk at his 'Quills and Sofas' store. After that, her life had continued with slightly more purpose: get up, go to work, count quills (even though there weren't t