Diary Entry #... No, I’ll just make this date relative. Two days after the Buckball game.
I’ve finally gathered enough physical strength to lift my bedsheets with my forehooves without flinching from pain. Consequently, I’m able to grasp a quill steadily with my magic and dictate my words into my diary without the diction magic deciding my back wall was a much easier place to keep record of my frustrations. And like all diction spells, expressing verbal frustration at such a magical mishap only serves to give it more ammunition with which to write with semi-autonomous, near-reckless abandon.
Yesterday was not a pleasant day for me or the maids. I plan on apologizing to all of them this afternoon once I leave this bed.
As predicted, I pulled a muscle or two over halfway in the game. It just had to be the wings, because of course it had to be the most important parts for a flying defender. Yet my whole body still remains sore from the match; my wing joints more so, but altogether the pain had kept me bedridden for a great deal of time yesterday. Save for the moments where Sunny and Moony had brought me meals and well wishes for recovery. Bless those girls.
Thankfully, Luna was able to substitute for my spot in the game, and she had put up quite the admirable effort defending the baskets. If I thought Pinkie expressed frustration at my fast and furious blocking, it was nothing compared to my sister. Sitting on the bench, I witnessed more teeth gnashing from her than anypony else, including me as I kept my attention divided between her and the scoreboard. 4-4.
The final rallies of the game since Luna took over for me were something quite legendary. The ball was not a ball, but a red blur tearing through the sky. Fluttershy spun so much in the air she generated a small wind current with each return. If Pinkie’s bucks had sounds reminiscent of naval cannon fire, shots made with her flank were a broadside. Thankfully, Luna’s blocks and returns struck back with cosmic retribution, and Cuppa’s kicks were so hard you could smell charred coffee beans from the small smoke trails emanating from his hooves. Snails and Fancy were also occupied in this skirmish, each doing their best to throw off the opposing defender, and to Fancy’s credit he caught some of Luna’s shots like a seasoned professional, enough to eschew any concern for his tousled blue mane and moustache.
To say that we simply ‘won’ is a gross understatement of the efforts made by the team to secure that victory. And if they’re anything like me, they’re treasuring good bedrest as much as I am this very moment. Hopefully by tomorrow, all of us can properly gather for a small celebration hosted at the castle.
But for now, I have just one goal I’d like to achieve
Get out of bed and walk without levitating myself around the whole day.
Well, that and sending just one quick letter out, assuming that’s manageable. Let’s see if I can get that done.
~~~
Dear Cadance,
When you have a day off from taking care of Flurry Heart, see if you can stop by Canterlot for at least a few hours.
I have an idea to help you lose some of that baby weight.
Love,
Celestia
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I'm a little confused by the ending. Does she want Cadance to take her place?
Should be "Save", I think.
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"Not quite. I'm simply introducing her to the sport.
Whether or not she wants to be part of the team is up to her, however."
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Whoops, that one slipped past me. Thanks for spotting it!
Well shit...has hit the fan for Pinkie and co.
And I guess this is what Sunny and Moony would be saying to each other after watching the match:
Moony: Hey, Sunny! Did you like the Buckball match?
Sunny: Yeah! It was fun! Sucks to see that Tia pulled her wing muscle during the match.
Moony: Wing muscle? How can you pull your...wing muscle while flying?
Sunny: Well, she was flying all over the place and trying to deflect the balls with her hooves. This is what she was doing. (flies around the room) Except that she was doing it twice as slow.
Moony: So that means she was not fit but decided to play anyways.
Sunny: Or maybe she was...(giggles) too fat.
Moony: (smiling) Too many cakes before the match?
Sunny: Yep.
(Both stare at each other before bursting into laughter)
Did she just call her niece fat?
Really, doing that well against that team is an accomplishment in and of itself. And yes, the ambiguity in that sentence is entirely intentional.
The pink menace may have lost the battle but not the war
7546923 Zecora observes, "Tit for tat, they call each other fat!"
Congratulations, you won. Now if you'll excuse me, Pinkie's throwing a "We Had Sooooooooo Much Fun!!!!" Party, and I don't plan on missing it.
"I will have my revenge!"
Cadence, Shining Armor, and Sunburst vs Celestia, Luna, and Twilight.
Who would win?
7551972 Team alicorn, duh.
And of course, having won that match, Team Alicorn will now be getting challenges from those other teams!
Heal quickly, Celestia!
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That's kind of hard to gauge, since one side can fend off an atomic siege and the other can reshape the landscape. If Sunburst was replaced with Flurry, then Team Crystal would definitely win.
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That would DEFINITELY be a close match, but I'm betting on Twilight and company.
I mean, one alicorn, some pony with serious knowledge of combat tactics, and Dipshit No. 212, versus three alicorns?
We all know that that is going to end badly for any bystanders though.