Chapter 29: Home away from Home

When Rainbow Dash finally crawls her way back to the land of the living the following morning, the sleepy-eyed pegasus finds most of her new impromptu housemates had already dragged their way up from the depths of slumber before her. Starblaze is seated at the table with a quill and scroll scribbling something down, Mooncrescent hovering over his shoulder, whilst the clatter of pans in the kitchen suggests somepony else is over there. Glyndwr is off in a corner that gives a good view of all entrances, habitually polishing her armor; she nods over at Rainbow Dash as the pegasus traipses down the stairs with a yawn. “Sleep well?”

“As well as I can expect. It’s no cloud bed, I’ll tell ya that.” Rainbow Dash grimaces, rolling her shoulders to try and loosen them up. “I assume that’s Shining Armor making the clatter in the kitchen? Is he cooking for all of us, or should I go and try to whip myself something up?” The pegasus has to admit to herself she’d grown rather accustomed to having the staff waiting on her in Canterlot.

Glyndwr shakes her head. “Shining Armor’s been sleeping in even longer than you, since it’s all quiet for now, none of us wanted to wake him up. Twilight got up bright and early and went into the kitchen straightaway. You’ll have to ask her if she’s planning to share.”

Rainbow Dash raises one brow in surprise; she wouldn’t have thought Twilight knew how to cook. Well, she guesses it is something you can learn from a book, and if there’s anything you can learn from a book... “Alright. Want me to ask for you too?”

Glyndwr shakes her head again. “Not me, I’m not a big fan of pony food. I’ll probably catch myself something in the forest in a little bit, or head down to the pegasus market for some fish.”

Rainbow Dash nods; she was rather used to that from Gilda, even if the thought of eating another living creature still kind of skeeves her out. Mooncrescent and Starblaze pay no heed as she trots past them, drawn by the aroma of fresh and sweet bread.

“Whatcha making?” Rainbow Dash asks as she takes a look around the kitchen for the first time; it seems surprisingly well stocked, presumably part of Celestia’s ‘accomodations’.

Spike is the first to respond to the pegasid’s presence, running over on all fours and hurling both of his stubby forelimbs around Rainbow Dash’s leg. “Rainbuhw Das! We make ... Cake!” The dragon beams up at Rainbow Dash, making an adorable little chirping sound when the pegasus filly runs a hoof affectionately over his frills.