“No, I don’t think I will…” My mother glared at me. “And watch your language, young bug, that's a slur used on southern changelings and you know it!” I shrunk back at her scolding. She then nuzzled me and gave me a reassuring smile. “What these Princesses don’t know is that I am stronger than Chrysalis is when she is fully charged with love. After all, somebody had to keep her in check while growing up, and as her older cousin, I was the one that stepped in. Now, don’t you worry your little head about me; I can fend for myself. Now the question is, will they hurt you? Because I will shove a flagpole up their rear end, just like I did with Blueblood.” The door cracked open and Celestia poked her head in. “Ah, Princess Celestia, it has been a while since we last spoke. About a century when we’ve had a cup of tea together… and shared a bed together. How are you?”