#skyra

Her sister vanishes, right? Leaving behind a young, now very traumatised child, who was already being pretty much neglected in favour of power, and dedicated to everything to do with his somewhat crazy mom, to the point where he’s willing to go crazy himself just to try and bring back the one person he ever cared about and who cared about him.

Now, Skyra clearly knows about him, as her words to the gang are “ah, him” essentially, rather than “QUATZINE HAD A KID?!” So…

WHY IN THE WORLD DID SHE NOT GO AND CHECK ON HIM?!

Are they all really saying he turned out in anyway shape or form from the way a kid who raised themself with no good role model or mental support would have? He turned out exactly how his situation pushed him to be. He wanted his mom back. It became his one obsession. He had a shadow creature helping to enforce these ideals, and an evil necklace doing who knows what to his head!

But that could have all been avoided!

How? Child supervision! Did literally nobody in his family care enough to look out for him, or even stop by? Was the family estranged? Even if it was, there would have been reports of some kind about the state of the forest, which would mean Quartzine was either doing something bad (which she was) or something may have happened to her (which it did).

In summary: if Skyra wasn’t surprised by his existence, then she’s truly deplorable for not even sending a letter to ask if he was okay. All of the sisters were fallible.

He was a child. Alone. Desperate. Broken. In need of ANYTHING to bring his heart back again. He was alone for… however long elves take to grow up. Likely with mental health deteriorating rapidly.

Evil? Well, to him, back then, it was a necessary one.

He knew he was doing the wrong thing… but was there ever even a second option in his opinion? Why would anyone start caring about him now. The never did before. He was in this fight alone. And he used what he had to make sure his forces were unable to defy him… to leave him.

He treated Roysaln really badly tho, can’t explain that one…

Granted, he shouldn’t have done any of what he did. All I’m saying is he had reasonable reasons. An explanation not justification.

And kids need someone, they always do. Especially after trauma like that. I’d bet anything that he would probably have used to get up some mornings p, tired and sleepy, half awake, and stumbled to the kitchen, saying hi automatically to an empty chair where his mother used to sit. And be crushed all over again, reminding him over and over that she was gone, and he couldn’t save her. He couldn’t save her. He had failed then.

So, naturally… he would make that right. And it was likely “right” in his head, as he had no frame of reference. After all, his mom did the same thing.

Rosalyn

Funny: Accidentally mishandled a potion early in her witch training and turned her skin neon orange for a week.

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Skyra

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“Wait…the Sky Castle? As in the place where we almost died a few months ago?” Farran’s face twists incredulously. 

Emily nods sheepishly. “Well, Skyra is family…”

“She’s your family,” Aira corrects. 

“She’s Naida’s family too.”

“By heritage, yes,” the water elf agrees, “but not in spirit. And the former seems to have more bearing in your culture than in ours.”

“I just…I want to share this with her. Christmas is the classic time to reunite, celebrate together.”

“I hate to break it to you,” Azari begins slowly, “but Skyra isn’t a holiday kind of elf. She hasn’t joined any of the elven festivals in centuries.”

“I want to try anyways. It’s the right thing to do.”

The elves look at each other, knowing the conversation won’t go any farther with their stubborn human friend. 

“Alright,” Farran concedes, “We’ll help. But if Skyra calls upon lightning and throws us off the mountain, I’m holding you personally responsible.”

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The candles are affixed to the branches of the apple tree. The flames burn in different colors, green, purple, and red, against the blue leaves; Azari finishes her magic on the last wick, looking upon her work uncertainly. 

“Didn’t Emily say this was supposed to be a winter holiday? This doesn’t seem very wintery.” 

Naida shrugs, weaving mahogany shaded vines through the branches. “She said to decorate a tree with lights, and red and multicolored decorations…” She trails off, seemingly unconvinced as well. 

“This just doesn’t feel quite right,” Aira chimes, looking over to see Emily arranging tags on a small pile of wrapped presents. The girl seems to be frowning. The air elf sighs quietly, taking another ornament, rough-hewn gemstones with a hand-drilled hole for the string, from the little fox, hanging them amongst the apples. She steps back, seeming to change her mind. “Well, I think it’s pretty,” she declares. 

“Emily’s coming over!” Farran interrupts. 

“We should probably just apologize…” Azari suggests. 

‘Let’s at least see what she thinks, first,” Naida soothes. 

The human girl approaches the display, her neutral expression morphing into one of shock. She then grins, “I love it! You made the holidays your own.” She draws them into a hug, the elves reciprocating awkwardly. They did not intend to ‘make it their own’, they just didn’t know what Christmas was supposed to look like in the first place. 

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Skyra scowls, surveying the roof of her home with irritation. “What are you doing here?” she bellows. 

The elves jump, having not sensed her presence earlier. They wither with no small measure of fear. The human girl, Eimileen’s granddaughter, appears suddenly uncomfortable. “I thought you might like to celebrate Christmas with us,” she suggests, tentative. 

Skyra’s frown deepens. “I’ve heard plenty about these human holidays from your grandmother. I had no desire for them then, and I have none now. Take your celebration and leave.” 

After those words fly from her mouth, Emily’s expression deflates, wounded. It makes some part of Skyra feel guilty… what would Eimileen think if she were to see them now?

But she has to keep her distance, keep telling lies, because her love for her youngest sister has always outshone everything else…

Skyra stills dreams that she could change the past, but she can’t. And it seems, she is doomed to make the same mistakes again, otherwise she would have never let Emily remain as a guardian of the portals.

“Would you at least open my present for you?” the girl inquires, breaking Skyra from her thoughts. The elf accepts the small blue parcel, hesitating. Inside is a framed portrait of Emily with Eimileen, gleaming into the camera. 

And Skyra’s walls start to crumble again. She embraces her great niece for a moment, and, in a moment of impulse, bids the sky to open a flurry of snow. 

She allows herself to smile for the first time in many years, and she remembers something her little sister told her a long time ago, about human holidays, that they were a moment one could forget about everything else in the world, and be merry when even the world around you is dying. 

And maybe that is the justification, even though Emily shouldn’t be here, that this vulnerable mortal has ancient and powerful enemies she has yet to know, ones that could scourge her soul from this reality. And Skyra knows that soon Emily will have to leave this realm permanently for her own safety. 

More background ponies

The second picture was supposed to be like a family picture because I headcannoned them as sisters.

The forth one is Flash Sentry and a pony I heacannoned as his little brother.

 The next one is Florina and Dust Devil.

And then Tree Hugger and some guy from Equestria Girls as a pony.

Then a bunch of ponies with really nice eyebrows.

Next two are Lady Justice and Tall Order, then Lavendula.