*inside the storm shelter, he gives Dusky Dahlia the plush, the food, and the dress* here, I thought maybe you'd like this. You'd look so pretty in it

!

*He looked between the three and then dropped the keys on the ground in front of them* Fine.

*He looked cold, choosing to hold his head up instead of looking down to them*

*Although he was in cuffs, irony for sure since he was the one in training, and being lead to a holding cell by guards, Swift was sure he was right. He'd done nothing but take good care of her, keeping her safe. But now who knows what was happening to her? It was a big mistake*

*It was yet another day for him in what was probably the coldest place in Equestria. How he loathed his cell, and the ponies who talked to him, and the looks he received from probably everyone there*

*He thought it was very unfair to be stuck where everyone disliked him just because they loved Dusky, and yet they never heard him out to see that he loved her even more. They just didn't understand*

*Day in and out, he took part in the droll routine, constantly asking to see her, but it hadn't happened yet. They told him very little, and it only made him anxious knowing she was out there without him*

*He would be excited to hear Dusky was visiting, but unfortunately he doesn't get told anything here -n- *

Dusky! *he was surprised, but excited, to see her, hopping down from his bed to meet her face to face, separated only by a few inches of reinforced glass*

Dusky wait, let me just explain

Dusky! You can't just walk away from me! *he yelled, banging on the glass, refusing to be ignored* you can't just go! I'm the only one who ever cared about you!

Oh, yeah sure. Would you also like to... Uh, come in? *Looks to the dragon beside her, offering them both to come inside*

No, no, I was just relaxing. Please, sit, would you like anything? I think I still have some orange juice, I'm out of ice though.

*with a nod he goes to the kitchen to get some juice for his visitor. He still didn't know why they were both here but he didn't seem to be in trouble yet*

*Swift soon returns with a glass of OJ for Flurina. He then sits opposite them both* so... How are you? How long are you in town, Dusky?

Oh? Well I've been okay. I like it here. I chop firewood for the neighbors, volunteer at the schoolhouse, help out however I can.

Oh yes. I get to do all kinds of interesting things. I've been thinking about joining the soldiers but they're still considering it given my um... History.

You too, Dusky Dahlia. I know you can't forgive me, and I'm not asking you to, but I'm moving on with my own life. Maybe you can too?

Bye Dusky *shaking her hoof, he watches as they both go back to their own home, closing the door after her*