Silk walked to his home in Bavarian Hills. He felt like a Pegasus, walking on clouds, Cloud Nine to be more specific. He walked calmly through night, the sound of his hooves on the concrete the only thing breaking the silence. His slow, elegant gait mirrored the activity of his mind. Slowly he mentally reviewed the day's events. The marvelous duet with Octovia, the incredible wood working by Moonbliss, her cute rhyme... the way her mane fell around her face when the dust cloud rolled over them; resplendent. Even their short-lived fight over him calling her rhyme cute brought on a small wave of nostalgia. Already he missed her, but he would have to find sleep tonight, if for no other reason than to pass the night quickly.
Finally he arrived home. He opened his door and almost forgot to listen; for intruders, for something malfunctioning, for pests. After a moment, he was satisfied that all was right and returned to his thoughts. He walked into his living room and turned on the lamp. He looked over the room. Decorating his walls were various foreign works of art, mostly from the Luklor lands in which he had learned to dance and fight with fans. A suit of armor made from the scales of a Great Rainbow Shark, thick ceramic plates with scenes from popular plays painted on them, and elegant paintings of the land, so full of beautiful colors. A land woven with streams.
On his walls were also shelves, covered with souvenirs he had gathered over the years he had studied there. One in particular, a rather simple fan, he picked up with his magic. Father, I might have found a special somepony. But right now you would not approve of her... He placed the fan back on it's stand and sighed sadly. It was the only item in the room he had not bought himself. He remembered the day his father had bought it for him on a trade route inspection. Neither had known the rift it would cause in there relationship.
He walked into the kitchen at looked at the mosaic behind the sink. It depicted the map of the Luklor lands, with the provinces outlined and major cities represented by dots of various sizes. He reached for a gala apple, his favorite. He ate it quickly and took another into his bedroom. He pulled back his comforter, not bothering to attempt peering through the darkness at the work of art that it was. He sat on the bed and ate the second apple and deposited the core and seeds into the refuse bin. Such exhaustion took him then, that he was glad he had not put on any make up for the duet. He had barely pulled the comforter over himself when he abruptly feel into slumber.