You find your way back to the stairs that climb to the area of the palace containing your workshop. A nearby guard stares at you; it was your third time through here in half an hour. Fuck them, too. A rumor had started spreading that you’d have killed Twilight if not for Celestia’s timely intervention, and you’re pretty sure of its vector. Odd timing, considering Twilight has been spending more and more time with you, working or otherwise. Maybe that’s the reason, what do you know? Catty stallions and dismissive mares, what did you do to deserve this?