Frozen shook his head and slipped his leg around her, "I suppose not," he said, "But everything is going to be okay now."
"Luckily not in Chineigh, though," she said absently. She looked up at the moon. "Perhaps we should get going..."
Frozen nodded and took Rosy by the arm, leading her into the the capital city of baiseing. (Had to really stretch it to find a horse name for that lol)
(/gives cookie points!) "It is a curious sense of déjà vu," she said. "to when we were on the train arriving in Ponyville."
(Yay!) Frozen nodded, "Most of my life has been arriving in new ponyvilles," he said somewhat sorrowfully, "this was the only place i ever truly belonged."
"Yes," he said, "admittedly this is a strange new feeling.. I have never experienced a feeling of homecoming."
Frozen looked around at the paper lanterns, hung up for an obvious festival. Like always, Chineigh was full of celebration, even in the wake of a war.
(DUDE! I LITERALLY JUST FLEW A LANTERN! RIGHT BEFORE I READ THIS!) The lights shined against their faces, and Rosy grinned. "Are these completely safe?" she asked.
"I'm trusting you, here," she said quietly, giving him a wry smile. "If we catch on fire, I'm blaming you."
"About ten miles," he admitted, "this is the outskirts of the capitol. The empress' palace is at the center!"
Rosy's face grew somber. "Then I guess we have a moment to discuss something." She cleared her throat, and looked towards the ground. "When I was in the hospital, they obviously had quite a few cuts to heal.." she began, her lower lip quivering. "One of the cuts was really, really deep. Too deep." She reached a hoof to an area on her side. A faint, cream-colored scar could be seen, almost invisible, but it clearly was a large wound when it was given.
