Cypress opened the door to the more desolate news office of the Cloudsdale post. As at this point it was getting close to sunset, but for her and her mentor Quill it was no time for them to be finished with their work for the day. The pair of mares gathered their cushions to sit at their shared work station as they emptied out their belongings, Cypress flipping to her interview notes from that afternoon.
"Y'know the sergeant's answers seemed a bit fishy," Cypress began to speak, referencing at her notes.
Quill gave a slight scoff, "Then again we have to report on the facts of the matter, not pure speculation. Now let's get this document together so we can send the copy to the editor's desk tonight."
"Fine," Cypress sighed. Quill begun typing in the opening context to the article. As the mares went through the process of drafting the article Cypress is growing more familiar with but can't help but shake the odd feeling she got. Though at this point she shouldn't ask more questions to Quill, she was right as of now it is purely speculation on why he is acting such a way about this magic surge phenomenon, the subject, and the missing ponies.
"Let's read this out one more time, just to make sure everything sounds correct," Quill instructed Cypress as she read the draft they just made out loud. Mentions about his hesitation and sudden interruption are completely scrubbed from this draft. She softly sighed finishing the reading. "Okay that sounds good, let's go set it to editing and we can go ahead for dinner alright?" she says as the pair grab their belongings and deposit their draft on one of the editors tables. They leave the office, at this point it was getting pretty late at night. They fly their way over to the late night diner.
The mares sit at a booth and a waitress comes to take their drink orders. After the waitress leaves them Cypress catches Quills attention again, "I still don't feel like something is right about this situation Quill." She rests her face into one of her hooves, "Sure, I understand national safety concerns but also so many ponies died, and now this weird stuff is happening to unicorns. Also Sergeant Iron Will completely brush that question off I-"
"Cypress. Remember what I said, we stop talking about work when we aren't working," Quill interjected with a following sigh. "I understand you feel very uneasy about this whole thing, I know its weird even for me despite my years of experience, but this is just pure speculation right now. There is nothing we can prove at this time so therefore we shouldn't be creating rumors," she says as the waitress returns with their drinks. They proceed to order their food and then the waitress leaves them alone again. "Besides all this death talk and conspiracy is depressing, let's talk about something a little be more light hearted?" she huffs as she takes a sip of her chamomile tea.
Cypress think about it for a moment. "I heard from one of my other friends on the royal tabloid team that Princess Flurryheart has just gotten her cutie mark. I'm pretty sure her family are doing some sort of royal tour through out the empire and visiting Canterlot as well to be blessed by Princess Celestia, Luna, and Twilight," Cypress says looking up from her cup of hot chocolate.
Quill leans back into her seat with a grin, "See? That is great news! Especially being such a miracle of a kid! Her parents must be ecstatic about her new found talent! Did the tabloid ever figure out what her talent is though?"
"No, for the royal family wants it to be a secret until the tour begins," she sips, "though they suspect she is taking after her father in terms of talent."
"A knightly princess? I thought she would be more like her mother, though we really don't know do we?" Quill gives an inquisitive sip to her tea. "Though I'm quite happy she has finally gotten her cutie mark, as it took a bit for her to get hers," the mare begins to fiddle a bit with the condiments on the table.
"Well I guess it goes to show that just like the rest of us it could take time to find your talent, even if you are an alicorn for that matter," Cypress dabs a napkin to her lips. The waitress returns with their food and they continue to theorize the young alicorn's cutie mark talent between their bites of grilled cheese sandwiches.
Cypress makes it home to her apartment as the night draws to a close Cypress is itching to know what is truly happening behind closed doors, uncertain of what is to come.