SteelEagle

As the tea party drew to a close, Twilight Sparkle smiled kindly at Ambrosia, her lavender eyes gleaming with a gentle sparkle. It would be easy to lose herself to this freeing, gentle moment but she knew that the time had come. She sat up, her regal posture emanating an air of wisdom and warmth. With a soft yet authoritative voice, the princess began to deliver her parting message, filled with encouragement and guidance.

"My faithful student, I have enjoyed our time together. Remember, the path of a unicorn is a lifelong journey of learning and discovery. But don't ever forget that magic is not just about the spells and incantations; it's about the wonders it brings to the world and the joy it can bring to others. We will walk many steps on this road together, and I will be there for you when you need me to, but the greatest magic is that which is inside you," she said, using her wing to gently tap the filly's heart.

She leaned forward slightly, emphasizing her words with earnestness. "As you continue your magical studies, remember to embrace your own unique strengths and talents. Every unicorn has their own special magic within them, waiting to be nurtured and honed. Always stay true to yourself and what feels right." Pausing for a moment, Twilight gazed into Ambrosia's eyes, her expression warm and reassuring. "Always remember, my dear Ambrosia, that learning and growing as a unicorn is an ongoing process. It's okay to make mistakes and stumble along the way. What truly matters is your determination to rise above those challenges and use your magic to make Equestria a better place."

As the princess concluded her parting message, she rose gracefully from her seat, her regal presence undiminished. "Now, I must attend to some state affairs, but I want you to know that you are my friend and my family. Keep studying, keep exploring, and honor and love your parents. I believe you have the potential to become a remarkable mare,"

Twilight Sparkle gently touched Ambrosia's cheek with her hoof, leaving a soft, magical imprint that would remain for a short while. With a final nod of encouragement, she turned and made her way towards the exit, ready to face the responsibilities that awaited her.

"Well, ain't that a thing! So have I. And we're both lucky- we're seeing plenty of someponies!" Applejack said with a deep laugh, throwing her golden-maned head back with hearty laughter before looking back down. "But, eh, whatcha mean he might know me, Twi?" Applejack asked, her eyes cocked.

"Long story, Applejack," Twilight rolled her eyes playfully before jabbing her friend in the ribs. "How is the family doing?"
"Always something, you know how it is. Foals runnin' about, Dash is always off, Mac'n'Belle doin' their own thing. Lotta plates and workin', but nothing Ah can't handle," Applejack said witha  healthy smirk. She disconnected the carts for a moment. "Just finished haulin' a double load ta Filthy Rich."

Twilight thought about something for a second before her eyes flashed. "Hey, might you have a role for a farmhand?"
"Farmhoof, ya mean?"
"No. Farmhand," Twilight said as she looked at Brandon with a smile.

Her heart leaping in her throat notwithstanding the idea of taking Applejack to someplace with a private dining room, Coloratura had to admit the overall agenda had appeal. A nice long meal with candlelight and the proper lighting certainly pressed the right buttons. Of course, this was Mustangia and even the outer edges of it had the character of the old mustangs more than anything else, even with her compound bringing a small oasis of Manehattan into the deal. "Well, in Manehattan you'd be right," she said as she started to get herself ready for the walk to teh nearest restaurant, not too far from the train station they had arrived at. "Most of Equestria, I'd think so too. Luckily, this is Mustangia. No doubt a bunch of paparazzis followed me here but after a few days they tend to leave. There is always some other celebrity to harass, after all," she said as she looked herself over in a mirror. Light clothing for a warm day, well suited.

"I think we'll be pretty safe. I know most of the store-owners in the area in any case, sure I can get them to work with us," she said as she played around with a necklace. It was an older one with a blue ruby held inside of a gold and dark blue tinged gold piece. Too flashy? Not flashy enough? She wasn't trying to show off too much, even if the necklace did cost six thousand bits. Satisfied with her outfit in any case, she fidgeted a bit here and there while she waited for the Apple mare to finish washing up. "Have anything nice to wear?"

"That would explain it. Ya know, it doesn't feel like we ever have enough of those. Always one short and a dragonfire less. That should be the real mystery: How good can a dragon be to run out of his treats as often as Sparky is, and does that match with what we know?" Sunny said in her own faux detective manner before turning to her at the moment not too flighty friend. "Is Hitch secretly selling the treats on the pastel market? Dun dun dun, detective Zipp," she said with a laugh as she trotted happily along. Cereal, snacks, batteries. New socks, too. There were holes in some of her socks. She wasn't sure why they were there, but they were. And a bunch of household staples- maybe some milk, gotta have the milk with the cereal after all. "Oh, yeah. That is a good plac to go. While we're there- think they sell those efficient bulbs? I was thinking of moving the crystal brighthouse to the ones with the different bridlewood lumens. I heard they were better for the environment, and that would help us with the light pollution problem we're having in Maretime Bay. Well, a little."

Gallus made himself a bit more comfortable as he laid out long wise on a bench on his back, folding his wings so they acted more or less to latch him into spot. He put the towel over his midsection as he allowed his right hind leg to lay off the bench along with his tail, which seemed to swerve aimlessly. He could feel his normally taut muscles start to soothe. Half under the influence of the humidity which, as much as he was not a fan of how it made his griffonite feathers feel, certainly worked to make his muscles slowly melt into jelly under the influence. The other half was simply comfort with Silverstream. She was a great conversationalist, sometimes almost to her detriment whether it was because she spoke too much or expected you to know what she was thinking. But when she was relaxed and allowed the conversation to flow naturally there was nocreature better. She was pretty good at driving things in conversation with a bright, curious mind. He liked that about her.

"Other things?" He allowed his mind to wander and as it did, it started to move further away from the minor tropics he used to distract himself. Gallus by design didn't think too much about what the future held or what was happening beyond his immediate control, but as often as that could help him handle the day to day events of his life he also had to admit it also led to him appearing to dodge things. Well, not appear. He just did. But his mind also wandered to topics beyond those that seemed to grip him existentially as well. They just didn't come as easily when somecreature just asked you to open yourself up as easily as Silver had a habit of doing.

"I think I'm very lucky to have found all of you."

Continue to work on grammar, but otherwise...

The tea date went on for some time, the Princess' appetite and capability to sustain it far outpacing anything the Princess-adoring filly could ever truly hope to understand. Which was fine, because the depth of it was very unglamorous and the genesis of a few very old, very unfunny Celestia-focused jokes that would surely get a purple flanklift over the eons. Beyond that though, it was a very pleasant experience. Twilight always loved teaching fillies and colts about magic, even before she had become a Princess. Her passion for that had never dimmed. Her love for her friends likewise had never dimmed. A part of her was sad that with her new duties she would not be there for her friends' growing families as time passed the way she could have before. She didn't begrudge her fate- she did by and large embrace it and was happy to lead Equestria- but it id come with a few downsides. She would be around for Ambrosia, but not as much as she could have been.

She looked around as Ambrosia filled up. This room was set up wonderfully. She had made small magical alterations to it over the visits, enchanting the walls to allow better aetheric reflections. It would subconsciously help with learning and energizing her. Not in a dramatically impactful way, but a little bit of help constantly added up to great differences in the long run. She had all manner of educational materials and had been taught many of the basics, and soon she would be ready to start using magic in a more off-minded manner. But for now, Twilight was content with who they were and what they had done. Her time today grew short as he other duties hung over her haunch with increasing weight, demanding her eventual attention. "So, was this the best tea party ever?"

High Bar gave a false pout at his answer. "Aww, what a shame. They were really cool. I bet little wings like you really look up to them, right?" Shen answered sweetly, her words dripping with sachharine ruthlessness that was hard to argue with. "Maybe one day they'll let you...I dunno, at least watch them. Can't hurt to dream, right?" She asked again, this time dropping one of the balls on his head with her magic. Uggh, pegasi. She didn't dislike them as much as she was annoyed by their bird brain antics. Always trying to show off and be super cool when they were totally not cool. Who would want to fly around and get stinky when you could just walk in nice, perfumed air with a cool horn? They should just try harder. Especially the colts. Gross.

What was certainly not gross was his little sister, a cute little unicorn just like High Bar, except smaller and more high pitched. Well, at least one good thing came trotting out of that smelly old farm in smelly old Ponyville. High Bar knew the filly by reputation more than anything else, having caught glimpses of her while in town and hearing about her whenever Applejack was out in the market. And by hearing about her, Bar meant the Apple mom wouldn't stop talking about her filly and colt even when all you wanted was a discount on apples. So maybe High Bar had it in for them, just a bit. "Oh, hey there, Ambrosia. I'm High Bar. Your horn is super cute, by the way," she said as she used one of her back hooves to push the colt away and into the sea of the ball pit.

Gallus was just happy he hadn't made a fool of himself too much in front of the dad. A little bit of a fool maybe. More than a little, perhaps. But hopefully he wouldn't find himself banned from Sequestria and contacting Silverstream outside of scholastic activities due to being a total loser fool in the eyes of Skybeak. Knowing Silverstream she'd read the news out loud in excitement thinking it was a nice, happy letter and then everycreature would think (and know) how stupid he was.

Luckily for him that didn't happen, and Skybeak probably thought that Gallus was a totally cool dude. And he'd be welcomed back and they'd wing wrestle and it would be totally cool because Gallus wasn't a loser. Okay, his thoughts were getting away from him. He felt a little light-headed- he had barely been breathing before, and the rush of oxygen nearly made him lose his wings as he flew next to Silverstream.

"Oh...oh, yeah. Harmonizing Heights. I've heard about it before from Professor Rarity's little sister. We aren't gonna be singing any songs while we're up there, are we?" He asked in faux annoyance before looking around, keeping to himself the songs he'd like to sing with her. A duet of a sort...
"Wow. This place is beautiful. Does anygriff live here, or is it like some sort of park or nature reserve?"

The goofy, exhilarating high that Rara always experienced after a performance went well only rarely entered into the world of practice and preparation, but she couldn't help it. It helped that Applejack had been everything as advertised and then some twice over on a Sunday when push came to shove. When everything worked as you imagined it, well then, just about nothing could bring her down. Except for the hunger pains that she had also ignored across the meandering moments of the day before the performance had begun. With that in mind, a hearty lunch was by no means out of the equation.

"Oh, yeah. That would probably be a very good idea. I forgot to prepare myself as I should have- totally famished as well. we've been cooped up here at the ranch for a while, I suppose. Maybe we can head towards civilization a bit. There are a few small places to eat near the train station. Nothing that'll knock your fetlocks loose and clear but I think you'll like it. Anything in particular you want, Jackie?"

Twilight should have been prepared for that answer but wasn't. Well, it made sense! Fillies loved a lot more than anypony could imagine, from their family to pets to clothes to food, so it made sense that anything tea-related would play well into her desires. Twilight for her part would see to it that such desires were easily met. Her horn lit up and a moment later a small tray of little cakes and a fruit salad appeared before the two tea-drinking party-goers in the personal private princess party of two. "That should make the tea party complete, shouldn't it?" Twilight said with a smile while he drank her tea and snapped off a little cake in half, giving Ambrosia the slightly larger half. "Here you go. I am have a great time with you today, and I hope you are too," she said as the butterflies continued to flutter around. "As for my favorite snack for teatime, I like...a nice sandwich. Nothing too big, something with a light, airy taste to it," she said and with a flash of light it appeared in front of her. Now they had a full spread, a delicious tea luncheon just for the two of them!

Sunny supposed that was fair enough. She could rattle off stories from ancient Equestria to the extent that more than one time she had been left the last pony standing awake at the Brighthouse while recounting them. She would defend herself, but any attempt would be undercut by how hungry she was. And overwhelmed by an entire culture being revealed to her via one long, uninterrupted verbal attack on her poor memory center. She laughed. "Well, I guess we have the same tradition there, just laying down on your back and just allowing sleep to overtake you," she thought about it for a little bit, "though I won't say no to custom ponycorn making. Is ponycorn your favorite snack? Err, or the most popular snack, for all unicorns?" she said as they finished their trip and ended at La Villa Izzy.

Sunny was excited when Zipp mentioned a shopping trip. She wasn't Pipp with her love of shopping but she couldn't deny that essentially any public outing with her friends was a thrill in and of itself. That and she had been lazy enough recently, ordering a lot of DoorTrot and such instead of taking the time to go grocery shopping. Might as well kill a few birds with one stone- wait, was that phrase offensive to pegasi? She didn't think so, but she would err on the side of sensitivity and not say it out loud. Still, her eyes did sparkle a bit as she thought about everything they would get done together, even if it was partially under the auspice of solving what had to be the very worst crime ever committed against goggle-kind.

"Oh, well that sounds like a solution to me. Let me get my saddlebag and we can get going!" She said as she trotted joyfully over to where it lay over a door handle. As she pulled it off and tossed it over her barrel, the door tilted open slightly and allowed the outside air to slowly send a cool chill about the room. It wasn't the warmest of days out there, though Sunny didn't mind a bit of chill. "Besides new batteries and probably new hoofcuffs so you can arrest the evildoer behind this most egregious of all thefts," she giggled, "anything else you need out there? Or am I going to be the only one taking advantage of somepony else's malfeasance?"

Muziki nodded vigorously as the young Princess pony described how easy it was to fly and use the magic she had. Well, Muziki was a little confused. She thought that horns were heavy and that was why unicorns were always being called thick-headed! Or was that a pegasi? Or both? Okay, now Muziki was confusing herself. Still, she liked what she was hearing. "Oh, that is good! I have wondering how it feel. It must be so exciting! And then you use your horn to tell everypony what to do if they're being bad. Oh! Or, or do Princesses use beauty to bewitch subjects? Hmm. Which makes sense, because Princess. Do you cause the hurricane with wing flaps? I, I have a friend in the Ponyville who says his wings strong enough cause hurricane, but I don't believe him. He is a teller of tall tales! Not like his mama, the Apple mama doesn't tell lies. And she also was laughing once about Twilight Princess flying funny! Which makes sense, since I once heard a joke about it in the Manehattan when I first come to Equestria. But..." she looked up at her very handsome, very big Prince-father. "It not best polite company."

"Muziki, uko wapi? Tunahitaji kuanza kujiandaa kwa wimbo!"

Muziki's ears stood up straight in excitement as her head turned to the door. "Oh! That is mama!" The young zebra said in excitement. Oh, she had so many things to show her! Muziki had spent all of her money on all the cool trinkets that the storeponies had said were the top cool things to get, so mama was bound to be super impressed. She turned back to the Princess and the other ponies and even the Kee-ran! "It very good to meet all and be a free candy winner, but mama calls!" She turned her head out towards the door and hollered back. "Mama niko kwenye duka la peremende! Mimi ni mshindi, jitokeze baada ya dakika moja!"

Any of the false bravado that she could muster up to store for moments like this evaporated instantly once she found herself tightly wound up with Twilight. Tightly might overstate the condition as Twilight was clearly as nervous as Rainbow, if not more so. And wound up was always somewhat of an overstatement, as she slid under the offered wing and into Twilight with only the barest hint of effort from the Alicorn. Once Rainbow was in there, however, it was like a puzzle piece slotted in perfectly. This was a place designed for Rainbow it felt like. Twilight never felt like it but she was bigger and stronger than Rainbow due to her Alicorn form and for the perennially athletic pegasus there was something intense and exciting about that aspect of what Twilight brought to the table.

"oh, y-yeah. Super comfortable," Rainbow lied nervously, though it was paired with an anxious and delighted purr that escaped from her shamefully. She was really excited. And scared. Mostly excited but her facade cracked once even the smallest amount of fear was allowed to take root in her, and it had. Fear of what, she didn't know. She just knew that she liked this fear in some strange way. And it allowed her to forget the rock in her back and the rough, rough ground. Stuff like that she could suffer for the promise of some sweet rewards, and she had a feeling that Her Royal Highness was in the mood to hand our significant amounts of...booty. She turned to face Twilight as best she could.

And that was when the Princess of Friendship kissed her. Rainbow's wings shot out, almost moving her out of Twilight's embrace as it happened due to shock. She shared in the kiss for a moment before she pulled back in desperate confusion, her heart pounding and cheek ablaze.
Rainbow's eyes darted around Twilight's face, seemingly looking through it, her voice and breath caught. She didn't answer for a second before she dove in for a passionate kiss in reply, taking Twilight full mouth to mouth. That answer enough for you, Sparkle?

Twilight took a sip of the tea to hide the smirk that could not be stopped from spreading as the overly cute filly pronounced friendship in an overly cute way. It could not be helped after all, she was excessively cute and it was in her very nature. The apple-cinnamon-maple combination was an excellent addition to somepony's teatime. It came at first with a nice burst of flavor that had a nice long tail, with the flavors working with the warmth of the tea to give the drinker a nice and comfortable feeling, like the sun over nice country fields. It did have a distinctly magical feel, which made sense, but the flavor profile was something special. Applejack was missing out on some business, a business that would need to be conducted before her daughter grew up and did it herself.

"You did wonderful, Ambrosia," Twilight said as she lowered her cup. "Keep this up and you'll get a teamare's cutie mark," Twilight said softly as she pondered what was to be next. Clearly, they were going to continue her magical education, but it was up in the air what was the next step. The fact was, most magical education was extremely boring and repetitive because it was about making the simple magical processes second nature for her. But still, that was for later. "So, what is your favorite tea-time snack? Fruit salad? Cookies? Little cakes? Wholegrain wheat-infused grass?"

Twilight smiled at Brandon's suggestion about Sugarcube Corner. "That's a great idea," she said. "I know Pinkie Pie is always looking for extra help, and they have some of the best sweets in town."

As they continued walking, they suddenly heard a familiar voice calling out to them. "Hey there, y'all!" It was Applejack, trotting up to them with a friendly smile. Behind her was an empty cart and attached to that, another empty cart. She gave the human a bemused expression.

"Hey Applejack!" Twilight said, returning her smile. "What brings you here?"

"Just finished up some errands in town," Applejack replied. "Say, who's yer friend here?"

"Oh, this is Brandon! He's a visitor to this world. Brandon, this is Applejack- well, I'm sure you knew that," she said as Applejack approached, who greeted Brandon warmly. "Nice to meet ya," she said with a nod. "So, what brings ya to Ponyville?"
 

Rarity's smile faltered slightly at Brandon's request to work at the boutique. "I'm sorry, dear," she said kindly, "but we don't have any job openings available at the moment. That, and the work is highly specialized- though I would be more than willing to give you a try if I had a spot," Rarity said sympathetically. "I understand that it can be tough starting out in a new place, but I'm sure you'll find something soon."

Twilight chimed in, eager to help. "Besides, at the moment we need to acclimatize you to this new environment. There is a lot to be done and we don't want to overwhelm you," she said with a reassuring smile. Rarity and Twilight exchanged a look, silently agreeing that they would do whatever they could to help Brandon get settled in Ponyville. They knew that he was new to Equestria and wanted to make sure he felt welcomed and supported.

Twilight and Rarity exchanged a knowing smile at Brandon's compliment. "We're so glad you like it!" Rarity said, beaming. "And don't worry about how fast we put it together. Fashionistas such as I have a few tricks up our sleeves when it comes to styling."

"Exactly," Twilight agreed. "Like I said, Rarity is the best at what she does. She is making you look dashing, but she just as easily could have made you look like a schoolfilly."

"Thank you," Rarity said, looking proud at the compliment. "It's just a matter of knowing what works and what doesn't. And of course, it helps to have an eye for detail and a love of fashion. I'm always looking for new ways to help ponies- err, in this case a human- express themselves through their clothes, and I love helping others no matter what. It's all about finding your own unique style and rocking it with confidence," she said before something else came to mind. "Oh, and magic, of course."

Twilight noted that Ambrosia was clearly feeling the effects of the magic use so far. Indeed, she really had done a lot, and done so quickly. It was something unicorns had to deal with as they grew older, the throbbing headache-like pain that came from extended magic use and grew rapidly in intensity as you pushed it. When you were older, and if devoted to the magic in you, then you would learn all sorts of pain management techniques. But that was for much later in her young life. The worst thing Twilight could do was push the filly too much too soon, leaving Ambrosia relating the magic within her to the suffering so common to pushing oneself too hard.

Luckily they had a tea party to tend to!

Twilight got their cups ready and pulled the teapot closer, not using magic. She poured a cup for Ambrosia and a cup for Twilight, keeping her chuckle held down. Most of the tea was fine, but some of it had a slightly thicker consistency and the whole thing smelled somewhat of syrup. Delicious, decidedly not nutritious, syrup. "We will relax for a while. Don't want to work too hard now that we have some wonderful, Ambrosia-made tea to drink. An Ambrosia original. Ambrosia made, Twilight approved. Has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?" She raised her cup with a broad smile. 
"To Friendship!"
 

Twilight and Rarity looked at each other and smiled, happy to hear that the human was willing to try something new but also wanted to stay true to his personal style. "A hoodie and jeans it is," Rarity said, clapping her hooves together. "But let's add a little bit of pizzazz to make it more unique."

"Absolutely," Twilight agreed. "I'm thinking we could add a pop of color with a patterned scarf or some bold accessories."

Rarity nodded in agreement. "And we could also play with texture," she said, holding up a soft, textured knit scarf. "This scarf would add a cozy and stylish touch to the outfit."

As Rarity and Twilight set to work on the outfit, they incorporated the human's suggested colors and style preferences. They found a dark blue hoodie with a comfortable fit, paired with light blue jeans that fit him perfectly. For his footwear, they found a pair of blue sneakers with gold stars on the sides, just as he had requested.

To add some extra flair, they layered on the textured knit scarf in a bold red color, which complemented the blue tones nicely. They also added a few gold accessories, like a statement watch and a pair of aviator sunglasses, to tie the look together.

Twilight giggled at the human's nickname for her, but quickly composed herself as Rarity began to take measurements. As the fashionista worked, Twilight knew her friend was plumbing the depths in all directions to come up with.

"Well," Twilight said, tapping a hoof against her chin thoughtfully. "We could go for something dapper, like a tailored suit with a crisp white shirt and a bow tie. Or perhaps something more casual, like a denim jacket and a pair of leather boots."

Rarity nodded in agreement as she returned, several lines of clothing behind her, already envisioning the human in a range of different outfits. "Yes, and we could also go for something more playful and colorful," she said, a smile on her face. "Maybe a brightly colored sweater with some whimsical patterns, or a pair of shorts with fun prints."
Twilight nodded, but then a mischievous thought crossed her mind. "Or we could go in the opposite direction," she said, a glint in her eye. "We could dress you up in a way that's, um, more fillyish, if you were of that inclination. Like a frilly blouse with ruffles and lace, or a pair of short shorts with a cute little bow."

Rarity giggled at the idea, but then a look of concern crossed her face. "We'll make sure to choose something that you feel confident and comfortable in. We could dress you older or younger, truly whatever style you think would best fit you. I have all sorts of ponies come through my shop, darling. You would be amazed at the requests I see! We are a very open society. So the real question is, what style do you want, Brandon?"

Rarity looked up at the human with surprise. "Oh my, I'm terribly sorry, darling. It's just that you're quite small in comparison to the other humans I've met before, and I was wondering if you were perhaps a child. My goodness, you truly are quite petite!" she exclaimed, before quickly composing herself. "But no matter, I assure you, we will find the perfect outfit for you, regardless of your size," Rarity said as she led the human over to a nearby stool and began to take his measurements. As she worked, Rarity chatted with him, asking about his interests and what brought him to Equestria.

Twilight couldn't help but feel a sense of pride as she watched her friend work her magic, turning even the most nervous of clients into confident and stylish ponies (or humans, in this case). As she began to measure him, Twilight watched in amazement at how precise Rarity was. The fashionista seemed to know exactly what she was doing, and Twilight couldn't help but feel a little envious of her skills.

After a few minutes of measuring and taking notes, Rarity stepped back to examine her work. "Hmm," she murmured thoughtfully. "I think I have a good idea of what will suit you," Rarity smiled, a mischievous glint in her eye.
As Rarity disappeared into the back of the boutique to retrieve fabrics and materials, Twilight turned to Brandon with a grin. "You're in good hooves with Rarity," she said. "She's the best at what she does."

Twilight Sparkle walked through the streets of Ponyville with a small, flirtatious human in tow. She had promised to take him to Rarity's Carousel Boutique, knowing that the fashionista would be the perfect pony to fit and style him for his time in Equestria. As they approached the boutique, Twilight couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. She knew that Rarity would be thrilled to have the opportunity to work with a human, and she was eager to see what kind of outfit the fashionista would come up with.

Upon entering the boutique, Twilight and the human were greeted by the sound of Rarity's voice. "Welcome, darlings!" she exclaimed, looking up from the dress she was working on. "What can I do for you today?" Twilight stepped forward, gesturing to the human at her side. "This is our new friend," she said with a smile. "He's in need of some new clothes for his time in Equestria, and I thought you might be able to help."

Rarity's eyes lit up at the prospect of a new client. "Of course, darling!" she said, her voice practically dripping with enthusiasm. "I would be delighted to assist you in any way that I can." With that, Rarity began to lead the human towards the fitting area, her eyes scanning him up and down as she went. "Now, let's see what we're working with here," she murmured to herself, her mind already racing with ideas for his new look.

Twilight watched as Rarity worked her magic, amazed at how quickly the fashionista was able to assess Brandon. She knew that he was in good hooves with Rarity, and couldn't wait to see the end result. Rarity looked him over. "Well, you are a different example of a human, to be sure. Twilight, remind me, but aren't humans generally larger than us?" Rarity asked as she rechecked his sizes, going down and down. Twilight nodded. "In general, yes. Most humans term us as 'three heads high'. Brandon here is from a universe where it appears humans are rather diminutive in comparison."

Rarity smiled gently. "Brandon, is it? Tell me sweetie, how old are you?"

That would hit the spot. Flying was hard work and Applejack could feel her body burning through the stored energy as it went about doing what came so unnaturally to her. A part of her was worried about not enough hoof work, but she equally convinced herself it was a null issue for now. The wings were temporary and she could always work on some extra leg work later, after all. For now, she'd be content being the way that made her wife the most excited. Someday she'd get Rainbow under a plow to return the favor.

"Shakes sound good," Applejack smiled as she tried to think what flavor would best suit her newly winged form. Something light and fluffy, for sure. still, she was going to be a good little pegasi for Rainbow and as such started to hover a few hooves above the ground. It was an uneven hover and she sometimes started to float too high, sometimes landed at a small trot and needed to take off again. It wasn't the best, but she wasn't gonna let her mare down. "So, honest, how'm Ah doing?"