My Little Fan-Fiction: New in Ponyville (13+)

Chapter Eleven - Novella Quill

- Novella Quill POV -

"Good morning Novella," Spike yawned as he trudged down the stairs on his short, dragon legs. He scratched his scales and looked around. "Where's Riff?"

I stood up, stretching my legs. I'd been sat down all morning, reading. "I haven't the slightest idea. He didn't come home last night."

Spike tipped his head to the side, thought for a moment, then nodded as if in realisation. "I did see him go off with AJ just before I left. Maybe they-"

I blocked my ears with my hooves, and wrapped my wings around my head like a shroud. "Ew! TMI Spike!"

Spike giggled, then his eyes widened. He focused on something behind me. I turned, freezing when I saw what he was staring at.

"Twilight!" Spike called gleefully, and ran over. Twilight didn't budge, her eyes remained on me - or more to the point, on my wings.

"Who's this?" She asked soothingly, her voice kind and gentle; I relaxed a little.

"This is Novella, that pony I wrote you about. She needs to speak with you urgently."

I instantly realised that I'd made a grievous mistake, and dropped to a bow. "Princess."

Twilight remained silent for a moment. "Now now, Spike. I'm sure all that can wait until after Flash and I have settled in." I rose, and she levitated a suitcase in, dumping it in front of me. "Let's see how your levitation is holding up." Instantly, I lifted the suitcase into the air with my horn, and carried it up to what Spike had told me was Twilight's room. When I returned, Twilight and another new pony were looking amusedly.

"Did I do it wrong?" I whimpered, looking from Twilight to the other pony.

Twilight laughed. "Your levitation was excellent. I was amused because I never actually asked you to take my bag to my room." I blushed and looked down. "I didn't say that was a bad thing. On the contrary - it shows initiative."

The other pony chimed in. "Twilight, we'd better get settled in. We're not here for long before Celestia, Cadence and Shining Armor arrive."

Twilight nodded. "Novella?" I met her eyes. "I will speak with you shortly." She and the other pony passed me, walking up the stairs. Once they were gone, I collapsed on the floor, looking at Spike.

"Is it always that difficult conversing with royals?"

He nodded. "'Fraid so. You're one yourself now, though. You'd better get used to it!" He paced off, leaving me thinking about what he'd said. Would I have to get used to it? Would I be an alicorn forever? Would the Monks find me?

Will ponies ever look at me the same way again?