The pink pony, now known to me as ‘Pinkie Pie’, was..’interesting’ to say the least. She was the happiest sort of pony you could meet, could eat any amount of sweets no matter how large or rich, (I’d almost have to swear her blood was concentrated insulin!) had an uncanny sense of premonition to anything near her, which would display itself through a manner of bodily tics, and could make even the grumpiest person smile. She was also extremely ‘random’ as Rainbow Dash would later tell me. And it was true! She was a lovable kind of strange though, and was always ready to have a party out of the blue, as she was doing now.
“So your name is Adam, huh? That seems like a silly name! But then again, Pinkamena Diane Pie is a funny name too! You can call me Pinkie Pie, everyone else does!”
I still hadn’t quite grasped all of everything that was happening around me; the confetti, the lights, the music reminiscent of Polka, and the cake which had appeared out of nowhere. “What?”
Twilight Sparkle looked from me to Pinkie Pie. “Uh, Pinkie? I don’t think he can quite handle all of you at once.”
“But when I saw he was being all sad, I just wanted to help him out by having a party! That’s what any person whose being a sad-y, wade-y-kins needs!” She bounced over to me, and leaned her head directly into mine. “So, you feeling any better?”
“A little..thanks!”
She giggled. “That’s it! By the way,” she leaned in even farther to me, putting one foreleg around my shoulder, and whispered into my ear “You gonna eat that cake? It looks delicious from here!”
“Yeah, why not!”
I was already feeling a whole lot better from what I had been before! We partied for quite a while, though I only ate one slice of cake. It’s hard to eat cake in a society so used to eating with just their mouths, though Rarity was especially fascinated by the idea of silverware. I also got to meet Twilight’s little assistant, Spike the Dragon. He seemed to quickly get a feel of me, and we grew acquainted very fast. As the afternoon started to turn into evening, Twilight Sparkle looked out the window, and noted in passing that Princess Celestia was lowering the sun now. Here I made a mental connection; ponies of all sorts had mentioned this ‘Celestia’ before in a venerable manner.
“So is this ‘Celestia’ like your god of the sun? I thought that since you seemed the scientific type you wouldn’t believe in mythology Twilight.”
She looked at me in surprise, “Oh, Celestia isn’t a myth! She is the ruler of Equestria alongside her sister Princess Luna. They raise and lower the Sun and the Moon. They both live in the capitol, Canterlot. Celestia was also my personal teacher for many of my foal years. I write to her as I learn more and more about friendship.”
Here I marveled; a being lived in this place with essentially the powers of a god, and was also the ruler of this world? This made me shutter a little. No one could be trusted with that position and that power simultaneously!
Twilight noticed my shiver, “Oh, are you cold?”
“No, no, it just—uh, I’ve never heard of rulers like those before.”
She cocked her head, “What sorts of rulers do you have?”
My eyes fogged over, thinking of every single person of power; that was and was before. Some were cowards, tyrants, mighty men, heroes. Some were from the people, some were above the common man by their own belief, and others were barbarians.
“My country has no royalty.”
“Then who rules your country?”
“We elect a ruler from among ourselves to represent us to the world.”
“So I guess you choose wisely every time so that you can be best represented?”
“No, not always. We don’t even vote sometimes.”
“Why not?” she looked at me with growing confusion.
“Some people just take it for granted or just don’t care.”
She looked at me as if I was a math problem that was confusing her the more and more she thought. “Your people don’t make much sense to me Adam.”
“They don’t make sense to me either sometimes.”