Princess Luna had just finished a busy day of visiting the spa and throwing up in the toilet after a mean taco she had devoured earlier that day. She had to wave to her fans and wish everypony a peaceful slumber as she began to raise the moon, and then she began her long walk back to her chambers. Yep. A princess’ work is never done.
“Luna,” Celestia called out as she caught up to Luna from behind. The younger sibling sighed as she stopped, Celestia stopping just beside her. “The griffons are getting rowdy at the eastern border and my hooves are full cleaning up after that arson that took place in Manehatten. Could you take a small squad with you and enter negotiations with their leader?”
“Oh, gee, Sis, I’d love to, but y’see, there is, uhhhhhh… A SISTERLY FEUD!”
Celestia slammed a hoof into her face and slowly dragged it down. “… And?”
“Well, somepony has to end it! It’s gone on for like an entire night!”
Celestia grinded her teeth together as a vein began to pop in her head. “Luna, I’m pretty sure this takes priority over-”
“Bye!” Luna vanished before Celestia could argue her case any further.
Celestia grumbled as she searched her mind for a anypony who could fill in for her sister. The only pony of royal status who she could reach at such hours was Blueblood. “… One of these days, you will have to do your duties, Luna.”
Sure, let's have Blueblood acknowledge the situation. What could possibly go wrong?
This is starting to feel like that story about the hen who baked bread, asking the other farm animals to help, but all of them always making excuses.
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Celestia grumbled as she searched her mind for a anypony who could fill in for her sister.
I hope she's not sleeping at night.
Blueblood is one of Celestia's Heralds; her most competent, loyal, trusted and beloved citizens, and the first she has throw themselves into harms way. Blueblood prefers gritty, dirty, violent assignments, but he can handle this.
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If by dirty and gritty, you mean refereeing the "Mare's Mud Wrestling" league, or watching the maids arrange his collection of pony tears taken from the eyes of fillies he torrments at night to fuel his dark rituals. Then sure. Dark and Gritty is him alright. But mostly he lounges about and sees if he can out decadence his friends into a coma.
I just hope he doesn't forget his royal beer bong like the last time he "negotiated" with the griffons.
Blueblood? I'm sure nothing but good things will happen!