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“Hey Sensei? If you’re a unicorn now, can’t you use magic in addition to your powers to make you even stronger?”

Godzilla shrugged, passing through the front gates and retracing his steps from previous visits with Luna to find the right place.

“Don’t know any magic, probably not very talented either since I haven’t done any even on accide-”

Mariner “Chibi” Moon’s eyes dilated while both her ears and pigtails shot up on end. All she heard was the words “Don’t”, “know”, and “Magic”. On an instant she sprung back up and jumped onto Godzilla Junior’s head, holding onto his bent horn like it was a flagpole.

“Hold it right there!”

“Urgk, get down!”

“NO SENSEI! You don’t know magic and you need to be as big and strong as you can be to protect everypony until I grow up! I will teach you everything I know!”

She shouted with gusto, instantly losing her previous drowsiness. Godzilla just deadpanned at her.

“Chibi.”

“From now on I am your magic sensei! Training starts-!”

Her declaration was cut short by her flopping onto his scalp. Within the life of a second she was out like a light, holding onto the base of Junior’s horn like a pillow while snoring in a very unlady-like manner. Junior glanced up at the little form fast asleep on his head. Had he been on a shorter fuse he might have grouchily removed the obstructor, but he just carefully held his skull level to balance her as he walked to the dorms and it’s staff. She had a lot of training to do, but lots of potential; not too different from a growing dinosaur who found a sensei of their own in a time that now seemed distant. Memories of Skull Island and when he himself was a lot like Chibi were close to mind. Mariner “Chibi” Moon was a child and Junior wished she could play that role for awhile longer, it wasn’t one she’d get to enjoy forever. He could only hope she wouldn’t have to grow up as fast as he did.

He sighed, chuckling quietly as the filly twitched and clung to his horn in her sleep.

“Hatchlings…”