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Finally, a moment for what every Pony knew I love doing. Reading. Just me and my new book.
Sometimes, the life as a Princess is hard, harsh; and sometimes the life as a Princess is good, enjoyable even. This is the latter.
As Princess, I have duties. Boring, monumentally boring; but I have to do it, as the Princess of Friendship. There is no escape, and no Pony I can delegate these duties onto.
As the Librarian, I have other duties; now I am taking it quite literally, familiarizing myself with one of the new books. I am rekindling a part of who I had always been. How long it may last; but I will enjoying it for all it is worth, for as long as it may last.
I trust in my assistant, Spike; even knowing, he can’t do everything for me. Yet, he can still hold the fort; for a good while, unless something special comes up. Something beyond his capability, or something specifically requiring my station as a Princess.
I had grabbed the proffered book, right out of Spike’s hands; and trotted off, towards my Royal chambers. The book, firmly in the grip of my magical aura; as I trot off towards my destination, the book eagerly waiting for me.
As I finally do reach my Personal chamber, I reach out; opening the door, before I step into the room and promptly close the door behind me. Quietly, but quite firmly; locking the door behind myself, before I can continue to the final destination.
I finally do reach the reading pulpit, where I reverently deposit the treasure; before I plop down onto the comfortable cushion, placed before my reading pulpit. I make myself comfortable, before I finally read the title of the book: "Azrail’s Daughter” and crack the book open, expectantly.
With my new book opened, I flip pages and read the fine print as I continue towards the title page.
“Azrail’s Daughter” I read the title, on the title page, as I scrutinize the chosen type face.
A Chance Meeting:
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What you don't know, easily fills the entire encyclopedia?
It's true. That much I know, from experience.
Since I can't even pick a recollection of my father. As if I never had a family. What I have, is what I have.
If only I knew. Had I known, what would have happened. The day, is today.
It's just outside the store. The store, where I use to buy my clothes.
There is a girl to my right. Since it's warm, she wears but a bikini, as do I. One of the new once, that had been available, for just a week.
What happened next, is that I place my hand on her shoulder. Nothing special about it, if yet unusual. I did not even think about it.
Then it happened.
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“Curious name, for a girl?” I ponder.
“This girl kind of reminds me of Rarity..” I ponder; “Almost like that day she was Beautifying everything in town, just without that corrupting influence Rarity was suffering at the time!” I conclude.
Through the Eyes of the Marked Girl:
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I had just walked out the door; leaving the store, where I work. Only this time, I had been buying clothes. This very bikini I now wear. I love it; it is both comfortable, and looks great on me.
Then I feel a hand on my shoulder. What came next, is an utter surprise and a shock.
"You have very smooth hands!” is what passed my lips.
She does. I can’t deny it; and somehow I love the feel of her hand, on my shoulder too. I just could not help it.
I can say nothing about that. Little did I know who she is. Or, how she was changing my life; in the very instant of placing her hand, on my shoulder.
How could I have known?
Can only imagine it is a mix of mine and her desired and thoughts?
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“Now it is starting, to become interesting..” I ponder.
Of course, I had enjoyed the book this far; given the new perspective on life, in the form of this girl. Apparently the Daughter of Azrail. Whomever he may be. I have no idea; and apparently, neither does the girl.
If the father’s identity is relevant to her plot; but it seems as if it had been a part of who she is, explaining what she is in some manner.
While I have no idea, as to who the father is, the name struck a chord reminding me of a reference to somewhere else. I just could not quite put a hoof onto where the reference is originating from, or who it is referring to.