11th Nightfall [Visual, Private to Dame Rarity, Iron Liz, and MayTwi]

[noxequus]

[When the scroll comes on - only to those who it is intended for, actually - it's late at night, and Luna looks... scared. No, concerned. She's well-rested, but something is obviously off.]

Elizabeth, Milady Rarity.

Twilight Sparkle of Mayfield.

We need to speak as soon as you are able, in channels that are as secured from spying as possible. If any of you are currently in the proximity of Ponyville, a conference face-to-face is preferred.

A matter has arisen.

Comments

[noxequus]

Speak nothing. Anxiety will worsen a nightmare.

[She means that both in the waking and dreaming world, Twilight.]

[magicalrealist]

He'll be anxious on his own, but I'll minimize it as much as I can.

(Which might mean calling off the expedition to better treat him, but Pollo's guilt could lead to opposite effects.)

[noxequus]

Do not make your actions obvious.

And stay safe.

[He may not be able to be saved. But if he's not, you're the closest to the blast, Twilight. She'd rather you run before it goes off than try to defuse this bomb.]

[magicalrealist]

(Easier said than done. Her affections for him, while ensuring she'll do her best in caring for him, mean she won't be as willing to leave him behind or let him die. Mechakara has that advantage over her.

She reaches for the pocket mirror by her side. After what Discord told her about the stars, she held off on tapping into those darker powers, but she may not have a choice, at this rate.)

I'll do my best.

...If his condition worsens, I'll let you know.