Tears of Gaia Chapter 4. Neighagra Falls SanctuaryThe old mare pushed the door of her cottage open, the hinges creaking almost as much as her joints. She could barely get four paces inside the house before she bumped into the tail of one of her guests. Squinting in the low light, she saw that the six ponies had not even passed the threshold, and were all huddled together in the porch.
“Go on, you lot! Go on in and make yerselves at home,” she said, gently nudging Fluttershy with her head. Hesitantly they made their way through the tiny hallway and into the dining room, where they found a small round table surrounded by seven small stools. “Sit yerselves down, girls. I’ll get started on the tea.”
The old pony eased her way through the crowded room and rounded a corner into what was presumably the kitchen. As the group of ponies sat down, each of them noticed for the first time how dry they were. When they had re-materialised after Twilight’s teleport spell, they had been drenched from the rain outsid
Tears of Gaia chapter 3: Of Songs and AmbushesThe hiking had been long and successful for the ponies that day. Despite their leisurely pace, Twilight and her friends had walked far over the vast grassy plains, following what seemed to be an old dirt road that had become overgrown. It stretched along the banks of the river. They knew from their map that the river flowed from the bottom of Neighagra Falls, and they only had to follow it to reach the Falls by dusk.
But best of all, the day had been clear and sunny throughout. The ponies basked in the warmth of the cloudless sky as they strode across the plains in high spirits.
So Rarity was most surprised when she felt, of all things, the cold plip of a drop of water bounce off her snout. “Ooh! Okay, who did that?!”
“Did what?” Twilight called from the front of the group.
“Somepony’s flicking water from the river at me! Have you any idea how filthy that stream could be?!”
Rainbow glided overhead, rolling her eyes. “Take a good look, Rar
Tears of Gaia: Chapter 2. From the Ashes of TimeAs the late morning sun streamed through the windows of the Canterlot Royal Archives, old Scrollstacker readied himself for another quiet day. The Archives themselves were more of a storehouse of old books and artefacts than an actual library, so except for some big-shot researchers or historians wanting to study something, his days were mostly spent filing some new journals into their shelves, or doing his best to keep things tidy. The ever-present dust served as a constant reminder that he was fighting a losing battle on that front.
That said, he enjoyed the quiet time this job gave him. It gave him a chance to pursue some personal reading, listen to some music on the gramophone in the back room, or simply sleep the day away!
Blowing across his steaming mug of morning coffee, his ears pricked up as he heard the creak of the huge wooden doors swinging open. So much for a quiet day.
“I’ll be right out!” he called from the back room, taking another bracing sip o