"Awesome." She went into the kitchen for a split second before coming back with two mugs of coffee in her new magic. "Mmm! Hubby looks good in that maid suit."
As Blackened walked into the bar, he went and sat on one of the stools, noticing Maya's new horn. "Hey Maya... Wow, you're an alicorn now? That's impressive."
Silver walked in, fresh off a long-overdue good night's sleep. He glanced at Maya's new horn and nodded. "I thought it might be you. Discord reported a magical anomaly... a new Alicorn... in this location." He sighed and pulled some paperwork from his bag. "When you get a chance, please fill this out. The census office files Alicorns separately from the other tribes."
"Guess I am, huh? Sure thing, Silver." She grabbed a pen and started filling out the paperwork. "Why is Maya an alicorn?" Azrael asked. "What, did she save all of Equestria from Asmodeus again?"
"I long ago learned to stop questioning these things," Silver said, casually dodging a thrown knife from Nightshade's table. "You missed," he commented. "I missed," she agreed. "How's Mom?" "She is well. Holly was less than pleased to see her, but they will readjust to each other in time." ********************************************************************************************************** ***Canterlot - Silver Crescent's Mansion*** Winter sat at the breakfast table across from Holly, who was currently in her pony form. "So this is a thing you do now?" "Yes," Holly answered. "And you talk, too. So you really are as smart as Sil always said you were?" "I am." "I see. And all those times you chewed my slippers or dug up my flowerbeds?" "Pure spite."
Maya caught the knife and hurled it back into Nightshade's table. "No throwing blades. I can't believe I have to explain that."
"Fine. Your bar, your rules." Nightshade put the blade away and sighed. "What about a spear? Or a bola? Or... some kind of grappling hook, maybe?"
"Dude, just take it outside next time. Or try to do it when I'm not literally right here." Dusty walked out of the kitchen in his should-be degrading outfit, carrying the food in his magic. "To perfection."
"Awesome," opined Nightshade, as she dug into her eggs. The omelet was delicious, as she had come to expect of meals at the bar. "So, Maya, I never got a chance to talk to you last night. Raven's birthday is in a few weeks, right?"
