I am. *he nods to Cotton Lilly and Templar * I am Lycia Tide. And whether you believe me or not, I swear that I speak the truth when I say that I’ve nothing against you and I’ve no intentions of turning you in without hearing both sides.

Likewise Lady Cotton Lilly . Now… I can handle complicated. Please explain. *he says to Templar * What do you mean when you say that they are “frauds and fakes”?

*also greets @mlp_cinders with a nod of his head. Can’t help but feel fascinated by the sheer utility of her tail*

((Luckily for your player, Lycia’s player understands the situation well. ;) ))*listens to Templar ‘s explanation of events* Hmm…I see. So Cotton Lilly ‘s uncle supposedly went missing a long time ago…yet all this time, he’s been raising her. Lying to her.

*he looks at Speedrun * You must be the bipedal creature in question. You’ve been helping Cotton Lilly ? I find that admirable. Tell me, have you found anything regarding her real parents?

Dystinia… hmm…searching at Cotton Lilly’s home of origin could prove fruitful. Lady Cotton Lilly. May I ask you something?

*and with Lycia around, Cotton Lilly couldn’t be any less than 200% safer. ;)*

Do you know the location of Dystinia? *he asks Cotton Lilly * Honestly, I find it a little difficult to accept that your parents would not find you in your own territory. Especially since it’s your uncle that foalnapped you.

Oh? I see. So then your noble family doesn’t have a territory. A land to rule… interesting. Germaney? It’s not technically Equestrian nobility then, seeing as Germaney is a land foreign to Equestria. *he says to Cotton Lilly *

I see. Can you tell me more, Cotton Lilly ?

Huh? Who wants to seal what? (Cotton Lilly )

! I see. A low tactic indeed. (Cotton Lilly )

Coming, mom! *his voice definitely sounds a good bit deeper now. He’s roughly…18 at this point. Time flies, yo. Anyway, he comes downstairs to sit at the table with Winter Tide ❄️ * Mm! Dinner smells great, mom. Marisa .

That is has, Mother. And already it’s almost over. *bread nom* (Winter Tide ❄️ )

Nah, not really mom. I’ve mostly just been studying. …Although I do admit that I’ve pondered about leaving the next, so to speak. Get my own place. (Winter Tide ❄️ )

Truly? *he asks Winter Tide ❄️ * …truth be told, I was expecting to have to give you some comforting son hugs.

Of course I’ll give you hugs. Both of you. *he smiles Winter Tide ❄️ and Marisa * Thank you, mom. Thank you, sis. I know it’ll be that much lonelier around here when I move out. But I’ll try to visit when I can.

What kind of hobby are you thinking about, mom? *he asks Winter Tide ❄️ *

Oh! I know a pony in town who’d be great at helping you learn how to make pottery. Blazing Kiln. He’s a Ponyville local who I’ve helped drive off some fairy-boy punk clad in green that likes to smash jars. (Winter Tide ❄️ )

I…hesitantly concur. I miss my friends. I…do wonder if they all made the jump okay.