The Uncrowned Queen of Magic

The alicorn made the last adjustment to the components of the spell, examined them with a critical eye, and nodded to herself. Everything was in order. The doors were shut, locked, and sealed, the windows likewise, and with her current home in the middle of the expanded Everfree Forest, she was unlikely to get a visitor to begin with.

Apple Branches: Pegasus Feathers

Soarin’ sighed, quietly, as Braeburn rooted through the pantry and cupboards to find the things he needed to “make the best pie possible”.

He’s not bad looking, no. But... Soarin’ crinkled his nose as he thought. Something about him just sets my teeth on edge. It might be his attitude. It might be his whole “woe is me pity my poor broken shell of a body” thing.

Braeburn dropped a pan onto the counter with a clatter, and the pegasus winced. Or it’s his attitude. Nothing’s worse than a stallion who cares only for himself.