With the realization they were on the right track, the two ponies grew excited in their science and in their affection. Suddenly there was an ending in sight and it wouldn't be what life had thrown at them before. 

Moondancer wouldn't be abandoned.
Lightning Dust wouldn't let somepony take what was hers.

They knew in the silent moments that no matter what happened at the finish line for their tests whether they lost by their own or had it stolen from them that their love couldn't be.

Their joyous dates and gentle touches bled to their days in Canterlot now, their loving ardor catching them glances of lukewarm jealousy and genial sweetness by the less fortunate in the quarters they made their business in; a grinning waitress, a scoffing pensioner, a knowing Hawker, some teasing foals, and all sorts filled with hope by every seed of love planted by any pony they meet that perhaps everything will be fine.

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Lyrics;
A brand new beginning
I feel it
Do you feel it

New stories
New lessons
I see you
You're grinning

I’ve seen this
I’ve lived this
Oh i hope
It's the same

But this time
I just want
A fun time
With my love

I don't know how I lived through
Years of blunders
I know I just cant keep drowning
 while I'm under the waves

Stay with me
I live for the way that you hold
My heart close
Years ive wasted away
Going after the goals they say


However it was the few to recognize the pair in their wanderings to the remaining sectors of untainted affluence in the city, where Moondancer had kept her home near the castle, that held eyes of contempt. For those in their marble towers and scale model castles the days had become blemished by their loss of control. Their pure city blemished by migrant weather and hooves they focused their gaze on anything different that could be to blame.

A wonderbolt heard the voice of a "failure" with more joy than he himself could muster. 
His locker-room complaint then heard by his superior. 
The superior's small talk that was heard by some ponies it was relevant to.
The laugh of a single pony was recalled to those in power and taken as an insult to their pride.
Those in power hold the conceit that they must use their power for good yet never give it to others. Those in power must take and when there is but a single river, a single ruler, it's water must flow only one way.