The Responsible Choice

"If this change doesn't last past dawn it's better if Rarity never knew it happened: I can't tie her future to waiting for a fluke event to recur if she did accept my advances, that would just lead to sorrow for us both." Spike mutters and takes to the air. It's hard to fly with no experience and it takes him much longer than the estimated hour to reach the royal palace at canterlot, not to mention having to land when one of the balistas on the city walls fires a warning shot at him and present his ID at the gate, to which the guards look skeptical. Sure his eyes are the same stilted green, his back spines too, while his belly is the color of spring buds and the rest of him purple, but his body type is all different, his spines jagged instead of rounded, not to mention the wings: however they call up to the palace and Princess Luna gives the go ahead to bring him up: under guard...

Ten minutes of awkward flying escorted by an elite squadron of Pegasai sees him landing on the balcony platform at the edge of the Princess of the Night's quarters, where she is waiting just inside with her mane and tail the color of the sky just after sunset filled with stars flowing in an ethereal breeze that blows only for her. As the Pegasai hover she walks around Spike examining him from every angle.

"So, you are 18 at last." Princess Luna comments in the more normal speaking voice she has adopted in private after that trying Nightmare Night celebration a little less than 2 years ago... "GUARDS, LEAVE US." She commands in the 'Royal Canterlot Voice' she STILL has not quite been able to shake the habit of using when not paying attention.

"So, you know what is going on?" Spike asks, and Princess Luna gives a knowing smile...