"When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive - to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love." - Marcus Aurelius

Another day, another dawn, another morning. For Celestia, time is a road that goes on past the horizon. But she will endure.

Luna struggles with her art and herself, and her beloved sees her at her worst.

Inspired by a prompt from this guy.

An audio reading by the ever-awesome obabscribbler!

Octavia dyes her marefriend's mane.

This story is a sequel to Silence and Motion

Sometimes you remember who you used to be. Sometimes your best friend helps put things in perspective for you. Sometimes you remember it's okay to be who you are.

Octavia's always got a shoulder.

Teen for mild language. I'm afraid I've quite forgotten where I got the cover art; if it's yours or you know whose it is, please let me know.

Sometimes you don't need a sparring partner for your rapier wit; sometimes, you just need a shoulder strong enough to support you.

Fortunately, Octavia can do both.

Side A has a reading by ObabScribbler.

Sombra wants to sleep. He really does. But he can't. Why? Because he's lonely.

Applejack, Twilight, and Rainbow Dash really enjoy each other's company. So much so that some ponies are beginning to wonder about them. Twilight and Applejack are a couple after all, so its a bit unusual that Rainbow always seems to be invited along. But sometimes, a couple is more than two.

Thanks to Steel Resolve, Lycan_01 and Macdjord for editing and brainstorming!
Cover art by Graystripe64.

Octavia loves cellos—that’s a fact. Octavia loves hot nights—that’s also a fact.

Vinyl has the best idea ever for Hearts and Hooves Day.

Edited by Aragon, Abcron, and Pearple Prose.

Audio Reading by CaptainBron3y

This story is a sequel to First Meeting

Years have passed since Octavia Philharmonica and Vinyl Scratch first met on the platforms of Canterlot Station. In the short time that they spent together, they became the best of friends. Then they separated, both of them returning to their homes, meeting one another with less and less frequency as time went on. Within a few years, they had only memories of each other, impressions of the fillies that they used to be.

And then they met again, in the hallways of the Canterlot Conservatory.

It's easy to imagine that princesses act oddly when they're drunk; confessing a thousand years of true love, making claims so blunt or disorderly they would never be made normally... or agreeing to things so absurd that no one ever would.

And then legal things get mixed in. And then you have a princess who's dug herself a hole so deep she'll need an extra set of wings to escape it.