Epilogue: Reunion with the Sun
The soft singing of birds outside his window drifted into Quiver’s awareness as he awoke in his bed, sore but contented after the events of the previous evening. He silently thanked Sour for insisting that he grab a quick shower, and then wondered if he’d be thanking her for anything else as familiar smells caught his attention.
He emerged from his bedroom and made his way towards the kitchen, where he found his cousin at work on a pot of oatmeal and a skillet of hay bacon. Sour turned to him and smiled. “Hey, good timing. We’re a few minutes away from eating.”
“You made breakfast?”
“You made dinner. And got to be a big hero and bore your soul to your friends and ponies you barely knew. I figured that deserved a decent meal at least.”
Quiver smiled. “Thanks Sour.”
She let out a small laugh. “Don’t thank me yet, I’m hardly a master chef. Besides, I