It's a beautiful day outside.

Birds are singing. Flowers are blooming.

...Shame we weren't outside enjoying the lovely weather.

"Your arse is grass, Spike!"

"Bring it Star!"

Nooo. Instead, one human-turned-pony and baby dragon were enjoying themselves with the classic game they've been playing ever since Spike's last Birthday: Plastic sword sparring. Careful not to be too rough with the little guy, I mostly resorted to simply blocking the lizard's wild attacks against his own 'weapon,' occasionally giving Spike an opening to score a direct hit.

And sometimes, I returned the favour.

"Ow! You hit my fingers!"

"At least you have those!"

"Not for long if this keeps up..."

But all our taunts were in jest. Needless to say, both lizard and I were having a blast. It's been too long since myself and Spike devoted an entire day of just hanging out and having some brotherly bonding time. Dealing with preparing for the menace that was Tirek and spending quality time with Twilight had me preoccupied for a while now.

"Star! Stop holding back!"

"Who said I was holding back?"

But now, it was back to good ol' fashioned brotherly time with the little dragon. About time too, I missed having fun with him. Not that spending time with the others wasn't appealing, but I felt as though Spike has been left out, and I resolved to rectify that mistake posthaste.

What kind of brother would I be otherwise?

"Spike, your position is too off. Raise your blade higher."

"Like this- Ow! Hey! That's cheating!"

"Warriors don't play fair, Spike."

With a smirk, I twirled my plastic sword playfully, waiting for the dragon to charge again, and he happily did, with a predatory grin on such a small dragon's face. Hopefully Twilight wouldn't mind that we were using the library as a training ground again.

Nah, of course she wouldn't.