Raven stared down at the colt. "He's beautiful. Moondust, right?" Maya smiled and nodded. "That's right." "Mom, how'd you even get down here?" "I walked."
Azrael nodded. "Yes, Maya. Rest. Now." "I'll do that..." Maya made her way to a booth, sitting and relaxing, holding Moondust close in her hooves. "Right here. Surrounded by friends. Stool Dude, can I get some water?" Dusty came downstairs and sat with his happy family, softly nuzzling the colt. "I made certain she was healed up a bit... down there... before she came down. There's no need to worry, unless she tries to go on a jog." Raven sat down across from Maya. "No lifting for a while, either. Swear to Luna, I'll come lecture you. And I wanna see little Moondust, like, soon."
"Thanks, dude." Maya took the water and sipped on it, quite possibly not noticing the name tag. "You." Asmodeus approached Nightshade. "We're fine. I talked to Raven. Or Raven made me listen to her. Long as you don't do that bull*squee!* again, we're fine."
Nightshade nodded, but said nothing. "I wonder," she thought, "how much the ones you killed suffered? Do you really think you have the right to judge me?"
Nightshade may have been confused. It was Azrael who dragged ponies down, in a quite literal sense. She'd have to ask him about that. But Asmodeus could not point this out, for obvious reasons. He simply asked, "You fine with being fine?"
(Damn it! Pretty sure I cooked my brain today. Fixed. Kinda.) "I am. This... thing... will always be a part of me, but I will resist for Raven's sake."
"I'll have to test that theory sometime. But not today Right now, I figure I should leave before my parents start..." Winter walked up behind her, a slight smile on her face. "So... Shady..." "No. Just no." "...When are you going to get around to having one of your own?" "When Tartarus freezes over and Tirek hands out snow cones." "Oh, don't be like that! I want grandfoals!"
"Well, there are some spells," Winter mused, ignoring Nightshade's obvious discomfort. "Or the Amulet of..." "MOTHER! Stop."
Hopefully the future's bright for them... Black thought. "Stool guy!" he called over. "Got a cranberry wine?"