Fourteenth Starfall [visual, dated after Native!Luna's post]

[stormbroken]

So, hey. I've got a question, now that th'world is back to what passes for "normal" 'round here.

What do you do if it turns out that you've been livin' a lie all your life? Not, like, in the Mayfield sense, but... what if you thought you were a hero and you turned out to only be hurtin' people, or...

[Flare goes quiet, and glances away.]

...or what if you believed you were cursed, only t'find out it was all in your head, and you were only holdin' yourself back? What do you do when you find that sorta thing out?

[Private to Zetta]

Hey. Overlord. I wanted to apologize for not believing you and assuming you were the one who let Grand Lord Suckface out of Tartarus. Seemed like the sort of thing you'd do in order to get his power for your own, or t'create a threat so that you had your own personal army at your beck and call.

I was wrong. In order to make it up to you... well, I ain't about to become your minion or suck up to you, but if you wanna take Rarity someplace fancy sometime, just lemme know and I'll work out all the bullcrap with getting you some spots. Your drinks are covered for the next month if you want to come down to the Decanter, too.

So... sorry.

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[Visual]

[stormbroken]

[But she pushes it down. She's still tense, those wings are still extended to full span, and her ears are still pinned back, but the snarl fades, and she slowly opens her eyes again.

Breathe. Just... stay calm, Flare.]

What... what did you ask, now?

[She kind of forgot the question on account of enormous burst of unnatural rage.]

[Visual]

[bigsoftie]

[He prepared for that reaction and thankfully it didn't feel as bad as he thought it would. Yet...looking at her as she briefly flared with rage, it felt...disconcerting. Not because of the anger itself but because of how it was like looking into a reflection. If a reflection was a pony.]

I was saying...right what you feel is wrong then.

The worst fight is within our head...

[Visual]

[stormbroken]

[Flare actually relaxes a little at a time as she sees his reaction, manages to pick out features. The... not fear, but concern. Understanding, in Leatherhead's eyes. The way he doesn't turn away, but doesn't stand in defiance. He's just... another person.

Just like any other offworlder.

By the time she speaks, she's at least managed to untense herself, though she's not quite managed to get her ears or wings under control.]

You're tellin' me. Our heads and our hearts. When you're led t'believe somethin' for so long, nobody telling you different, and then end up having a different truth shown to you first-hoof...

[Visual]

[bigsoftie]

[He knows this struggle, he knows it all too well. But...from the signs she's giving? At least she's giving him a chance. Which is all he can ask for. Leatherhead shifts bringing himself to rest his head on his forearms as he continues speaking to her. ]

Sometimes we find something that is different...and we must change how we see the world.

My friends would say it is learning.

Maybe that is what you are doing.