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“Tell me more about her, North,” she asked as they walked under the night sky. “About her?” he asked, clearing his throat. “About my Frost Flower, you mean?” “Yes,” she replied, and he noticed she always asked about Frost Flower when she seemed to be missing her Princess the most. “You’ve told me so little of your adventures with her.” He laughed. “Our adventures! We had many, indeed. Did I tell you the story of the bar we destroyed in Eventide Isle?” "There's so…- 231.2 K • Completed
- “Crazy, ain’t it?” North Ridge looked up from the newspaper, his eyes set on the vendor stacking up merchandise. “Really? I’ve seen crazier things in the West!” he replied, smiling broadly. “A manticore terrified of a mouse, for one!” The vendor shook his head. “The Princess’s gone crazy. I always knew that Castle had secrets.” North intended on replying, but the words caught in his throat as he turned the page. There she was, his charming friend, the word MISSING above…
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- In retrospect, she probably shouldn’t have downed that glass of punch. “Twilight?” Cadance’s voice rang in the air as Rarity rubbed her hoof in circles on Twilight’s back. “Are you okay?” “I’m working on that,” replied Twilight, massaging her forehead and looking up. Gathered around a large table, her eyes scanned the plethora of strangers who awaited what she had to say, and… And it was a sobering thought, if she had to admit to anypony but herself and maybe Rarity; that out…
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- He hated to see her cry. He wished Frost Flower were there, for she always knew what to do. He wished she were there all the time. “Have I told you about Frost Flower?” North asked, poking at the campfire with a stick. She looked up, eyes sparkling with tears. “Your wife? No, you haven’t.” “I met her a few days after I’d first left Equestria. We were both going to Lake Iridescence by boat, and she was my cabin mate." He paused, and he ached for his wife. "Never seen a creature…
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- It was the first time North Ridge had seen him. He’d returned to the inn, intending on retiring for the night, and as he stepped into the hallway to find his room, he saw an older stallion exiting hers. The stallion noticed him as well, turning his yellow eyes towards North. “It’s you.” The words tumbled out of his mouth, and the foreign stallion smiled in delight. He did not speak, and instead, North watched with surprise as he vanished into thin air. Once the shock wore off, he rushed…
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- He would never learn the pain of being forgotten. He had never sought out to be recognized in the eyes of anypony but those he cared about. Regardless of the passing of the years, he would never once care whether other ponies remembered him or not. But he cared—painfully, agonizingly so—that ponies were forgetting her. Ponies of all ages and walks of life trotted along the streets of Equestria's capital city, each lost in their own little worlds, their own little all-encompassing…
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- "A stallion asked for you earlier," North Ridge said, glancing towards the mare sitting beside him. "He saw us talking last night." "Did he?" she asked, and a knowing smile graced her lips. "Thought you were my father again? Asked if he could meet me and woo me off my hooves?" North let out a hearty laugh. "Indeed! You're quite the catch, Rarity!" "And I am already caught," she replied. Her expression then shifted, turned somber. "Did you...? And so did he lose his mirth. "I told him the same I…
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- Face to face, he saw her only once. In his dreams, however, he’d seen her nearly every other night; in dreams where his hindlegs still worked, still moved, where he was not crippled for life. He was a painter by trade. Or had been, at least. He was more accurately a fool; a fool who’d embarked on an ill-fated journey to trap the world in paintings and now found himself trapped in the unforgiving claws of the forest. He’d lost his supplies, lost his way, and he feared his very own life would…
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