This choice: Twilight Does Not Have Wings • Go Back... So this is before the end of season three. You thought as you followed Twilight down stairs, mindful not to spend too much time staring at her bare bottom. That's still a pretty big time frame. They didn't seem to react when I mentioned the Crystal Empire, but that could just be like Twilight said, basic textbook knowledge. And they most certainly already dealt with Nightmare Moon. Should I warn them about Discord and Chrysalis? They save the day in the end, so all I could probably offer is solutions to resolve the problem faster.
"I actually have a spare room over here, Thomas," Twilight pointed at a door between book shelves. "I've been using it as storage, so we'll need to clean it out, but you can use it till we find a more permanent solution."
"Thanks a lot, Twilight. I really appreciate it." Storage? I remember she had a basement, but did Twilight have a whole room set aside for storage in the show? You think. No. I don't think so. But if that's different, then maybe other things are different as well. What if they don't win in the end?
"Hello in there." Spike snapped his fingers in front of your face.
"What? Oh, sorry," you apologize.
"You were spacing out there," Spike chided.
"Is something the matter, Thomas?" Twilight asked.
"Um, no. Just thinking about some... stuff."
"Well you probably shouldn't," Twilight suggested as she opened the door, revealing a room full of old scrolls, quills, and carpets. "You're still tired from the ordeal of traveling to a new world. Whatever stuff you might be thinking about, you won't be able to accomplish anything if you're too tired to think straight."
"Trust her on this one," Spike suggested sardonically. "She speaks from experience."
Twilight gave the little dragon a scowl while he began whistling innocently.
You laughed at the exchange. At least these two seem pretty much the same. "You're right, Twilight. I'll sleep on it for tonight."
Twilight nodded in approval and the three of you began the task of cleaning out the room. Twilight levitated the supplies out of the room. You couldn't help but stare in awe as all the materials, glowing with the unicorn's violet magic, casually flew over head and set themselves neatly in the corner. While you were distracted, Spike fetched a broom for you to begin sweeping. Meanwhile, he had dawned an immaculately frilly apron and began dusting the supplies. You held in a chuckle at how silly he looked as you began your relatively simple task.
Once clean and empty, the room wasn't much bigger than a matchbox apartment, more than you had expected. Although the emptiness made if feel a lot bigger than it was. "You wouldn't happen to have a spare bed, by any chance?" You ask your unicorn hostess.
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