The Farseer Queen: Epilogue by Portmeirion, literature
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The Farseer Queen: Epilogue
“I have to say I’m impressed,” said Princess Aurora as the two of them emerged from the shimmering purple mirror and set hoof in Canterlot once again. “Maybe even a little envious. That was quite the display.”
“Oh, the lightning?” Princess Corona blushed. “Hey, I’ve been working on magic stuff a lot harder lately. Just like the diplomacy. Professor Somnambula says I’m about where Luna was during the first year of her reign. Not that she was there to see it herself, I mean, but maybe Glass Eye told her all about it….”
“Corona, he’s not that old!”
The Farseer Queen: Chapter 6 by Portmeirion, literature
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The Farseer Queen: Chapter 6
If there was any voice of fear, any panic, in Tova’s mind, the rushing wind drowned it out.
She fell. She went whistling through the evergreens, and pine needles danced through the air in her wake. Branches took sharp swipes at her body, leaving scratches, gashes, stinging burns. At last she touched down, side-first, skipping across the rock-strewn forest floor like a stone across a still pond. Only the sturdy wall of a tree trunk brought her finally to a halt, and her long skid across the dirt left a mark yards long and inches deep.
Valkyria are tougher than most. Tova was on her hooves again in seconds – dazed, aching, an
The Farseer Queen: Chapter 5 by Portmeirion, literature
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The Farseer Queen: Chapter 5
There was something odd about the way it moved.
Brising could tell this much even before the wind had started picking up and the scent of moisture had begun to accumulate in the air.
“Any word from Tova?” Ulfravn called.
“I couldn’t find her,” came Sibi’s voice. With a soft fluttering of wings she alighted on the balcony at the queen’s side. “There was no sign of her anywhere – the Seers said she bolted as soon as she saw the Frost Dragon on the horizon. Oh, dear….”
“Fine time to disappear on us,” Ulfravn muttered.
“Ulfravn,” said the queen, R
The Farseer Queen: Chapter 4 by Portmeirion, literature
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The Farseer Queen: Chapter 4
Even before the roar split the banquet hall, Brising had felt the shaking.
“What. In Equestria,” Princess Corona said, “is that thing?”
They were standing on a simple stone balcony, gazing northward. The ground thundered; a sharp wind specked with snowflakes whistled down from the high ridge. Above it all, Brising could feel the cold fear taking hold in the princess’s sunny voice.
“It’s a Frost Dragon,” said Sibi. “Or, at least, I think it is. Oh, dear. I’m not sure.”
“It’s astonishing,” said Dagny. “I’ve never seen one that big before.
The Farseer Queen: Chapter 3 by Portmeirion, literature
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The Farseer Queen: Chapter 3
Brising’s hearing was sharp, and she caught their voices long before she made it back to the hall.
“Oh, for certain! We have a very ancient musical tradition in Equestria. More of our history is preserved in books, but we have poems and songs dating back thousands of years.”
That was Princess Aurora’s voice. The banquet was already well underway, it seemed.
“Plays, too,” piped up another voice – Brising recognized it as Princess Corona’s. “Remember that Hearth’s Warming Pageant we were in back in school?”
“Ugh, how could I forget,” the Moon Princess muttered
The Farseer Queen: Chapter 2 by Portmeirion, literature
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The Farseer Queen: Chapter 2
Even though she had read every book in the Royal Library that made even a passing mention of the Midgard Valley, Princess Corona wasn’t sure what to expect from Sesrimnir.
An impression of deep antiquity struck her the moment she and her twin sister stepped through the portal. The very air on the other side had a cold bite to it, like the snapping voice of an aged mare, but she sensed no hostility in it, no bitterness. The portal chamber was full of ponies: strong, tall ponies, winged ponies, ponies in armor, all gazing at the princesses with expectation and uncertainly scrawled across their faces, and all of them cast in the twiligh
The Farseer Queen: Chapter 1 by Portmeirion, literature
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The Farseer Queen: Chapter 1
It was raining again. Brising could feel it; she could smell it on the wind, on the cool breeze that caressed her face. She stood on the edge of the precipice, hooves rooted solidly to the stone, spread her wings wide, and inhaled. Her eyes squeezed shut.
Open your eye.
She looked down. She was a raindrop. She was racing toward the great flat earth as fast as a falling stone. Her stomach plunged.
Brising grimaced. She pulled back, breathing harder for just a moment, and steadied herself.
That’s better.
Now she was a snowflake, gentle and lazy, floating over the landscape. And she could see – oh, could she ever see. S