Destrier
wanted to hit something, preferably Charger’s father Lancer. Oh, if only he
could get his hooves on him…
“And
you mother is okay with this?” Destrier asked, as the colt pawed the floor with
his left hoof.
“Mum
said that they no longer have room for me at home, sir. They gave my little
sister my old room and turned her smaller room into her closet. Pastel has lots
of clothes, you see. She’s a regular clothes horse.”
Destrier
was completely surprised by this. Peppermint Bon Bon hadn’t been the type to
just allow her foal to be tossed out like yesterdays trash. Not the Minty he knew. But then again she did
marry Lancer and he had always been jerk. Maybe it rubbed off.
There
was a flapping sound of wings from outside, and a fleeting glimpse of Princess
Celestia as she passed by the windows outside his quarters. She looked
decidedly unhappy. Destrier smirked a bit. Lancer and Minty were going to get a
talking to by her royal Highness.
He
turned his attention back to Charger. The scarlet unicorn removed his helm,
letting it rest upon his desk. He gave his head a shake, but knew that until he
left the Royal Guard Academy building, his mane would stay in a high crest. The
building had spells upon it for that very reason. Once out of this place,
Destrier was getting his mane cut, because it was bound to be way too long. He
didn’t like having his mane in his face.
“Son,
I’ve just retired from the unit. I’m leaving Canterlot as soon as possible.
I’ve no need for a valet. He said as he removed the rest of his armor, a time
consuming task shorted by the use of magic. He then retrieved his saddle bags
and began to pack them. Not that he had a ton of belongings. Most of the things
in the room belonged to the Academy. “I don’t even know where I’m going yet.”
“I’d
like permission to accompany you where ever it is you choose to go, sir,” Charger
said. “I’m not from Canterlot, and I’m sure the ponies here in town would
rather I go anyway after everything that happened tonight.”
The
former commander could not dispute that. Most of the merchants in Canterlot
Square would be thrilled to see the colt leave town altogether. Destrier stared at the young stallion and
then heaved a sigh. He was going to regret this, wasn’t he?
“Permission
granted, colt. I have a few more things to do before we leave Canterlot. I have
a few goodbyes to make. I’m sure you need to get your things…”
“Thank
you, sir!” Charger said happily, “I was hoping you’d say yes. I have my stuff
outside the door.”
He
was prepared. Of course he was. He was a former member of the Royal Guard,
wasn’t he? Destrier had trained him to be ready for anything.
“Where
are you from, anyway?”
“Ponyville,
sir. I was thinking of going there if you said no. I still have friends there.”
"Sounds
about as good a place to go as any. A small town is just what this retiree may
need."
His
things packed, the scarlet stallion led his new found companion out of the
Academy building. There was a slight nip of fall in the air, the season having
changed mere days ago. Once outside of the gates, both ponies’ manes fell,
finally released from the magic that held them upright and stiff as a brush
since they both joined the Guard. The helmets that the guards wore had the same
spell upon them, so that when they travelled outside of the main Academy and
Base, they would still look like the pony centurions they really were.
Destrier
saw a glimpse of himself in the glass display of a sweet shop, his forelock had
fallen over his missing right eye. He looked like someone who spent their time
hanging out at street corner café’s wearing a dirty beret and reciting terrible
poetry about gold fish. Charger looked almost girly. They both seriously needed
a haircut and fast. It was a good thing
that the Buzzcut’s mane clipper shop was just around the corner.
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