“Where is it?”
“Luuuna…”
“I could swear I saw it just yesterday!”
“Luuunaaa…”
“Blasted thing is always missing when I need it.”
Celestia sighed as she watched her sister rummage around her bedroom, turning mahogany wardrobes, cupboards, and even her night desk inside out as she searched for...something. The search had been going for over 10 minutes already, and Celestia had forgotten what the thing they were looking for even was.
She watched Luna scurry around from one side of the room to the other, tossing items every which way. Acting angry over the lost item was an obvious charade to mask her nervousness, but Celestia didn’t have the heart to tell Luna that she wasn’t fooling anypony.
“Luluuu,” Celestia called out again, only for it to fall on deaf ears.
“The bewitched bottle acts like it has a will of its own, and decides to disappear the only time it is required! I swear to my moon, if this is some kind of delayed magic prank from Discord, he’s going to-”
“Luna, sister,” Celestia calmed her younger sister with a comforting nuzzle and a sisterly hug. Luna held the pillow that she was about to rip in two out of frustration for a few seconds, before letting it fall to the ground and allowing herself to be fully embraced. She let out a long sigh as Celestia patiently waited, all the while nuzzling the back of her head.
“I-I’m not sure I can do this…” Luna finally admitted.
“Luna, what has gotten you so skittish? Just over a week ago you were practically dancing with excitement to know that our little gift had worked. And just yesterday, I was almost afraid that you would skip sleep to be ready today.”
“Nnngh…”
“It’s okay to be nervous, Lulu. I’m just not sure why you are. You have met with him several times while dream walking, no?”
“Yes, but...I…” Luna mumbled silently to herself and slumped down on the floor, which Celestia took as an invitation to massage her back, hoping to reduce the tension in her body. “I’m not certain if he has fully understood that I’m a real pony who guards ponies dreams, and not just some apparition in his dreams that he conjures up,” Luna sighed again.
“How so?” Celestia asked for a clarification.
“His kind, or at least he, seem to have considerable trouble focusing in dreams. He stays in a half sleeping state no matter how much I try to reinforce his dreams with magic, and he seems to forget parts of our meetings regularly.”
“And you are afraid that he wouldn’t recognize you?”
“No...not so much that...but I am worried about how he’ll feel that I’m...well, real. I wouldn’t desire for our first meeting to be...unpleasant,” Luna finished with dread. Celestia let out a short giggle.
“Luna, you have read the same reports from Twilight as I have. You know that he’s a kind soul and as long as you take your time with him, everything is going to be fine.”
“...I know... Knowing that doesn’t make me any less uneasy…” Luna quipped and curled up more.
“I know,” Celestia comforted, “but you mustn’t let it stop you. ‘Feeling nervous about meeting somepony only means that you want to meet them that much more’.” Luna rolled her eyes.
“Yes, I remember all of Starswirl’s lovely quotes too. They can be shoved in the same place today as they could be back then,” she remarked humorlessly.
“I believe the statement you used was, ‘Where the sun don’t shine’,” Celestia smiled.
“I believe so too.”
The two sisters leaned against each other, Celestia having opted to join her sister sitting on the floor, as they went silent. Celestia used a technique to calm Luna that she had learned when they were small fillies. By matching their breathing, eventually, she could feel Luna loosening up, the tension in her body lessening.
“I suppose it’s not of any use to postpone this then,” Luna announced and got up from the floor.
“Ready to go?”
“...As ready as I’ll ever be,” she said with a nervous grimace, but with determination in her voice. Celestia smiled brightly.
“Let’s go then, to Ponyville.”
I rarely seen the adorkable side of Luna. Looking forward to the first encounter of the third kind.
#Random Moustache for the Moustached Gentleman.
How can one resist this perfectly pristine amazing mind blowing story!
It's very short, also, can I shove it where the "sun dunne shine?"
In other words:
"Are you ready?"
"No, but let's do it anyway!"
Fun little interlude. Wonder what that bottle Luna searched for was. Did she perhaps want to soothe her nerves by some alcohol?
Squeeeee!
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If you want to summarize the whole 701 words in to that, sure. I'll do that for the next interlude.
Honestly, even I don't know what Luna was looking for. I was thinking maybe perfume of some kind, to be all fancy for the meeting, but I dunno. Could be a bottle of moonshine just as well.
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Here, have a dashing mustache. They are known to reduce random 'Squueing' and make you use more gentlemanly words, such as 'Jubilation's' and such.
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If you want to and it fits, by all means. After all, it's not the length, but how you use it.
Wait...
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Is my story like borg collective? Surrender your minds and meat vessels. All your thoughts and comments will be assimilated to serve the story. Resistance is futile.
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Why thank you good sir. I shall drink a cup of tea to commemorate this merry gift.
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I mean, Luna IS technically over a thousand year old granny. It normally takes less than a hundred to make one silly or senile. Not to mention that she spend those thousand years stuck in a moon, talking to rocks and probably eating mochi making rabbits to stay alive. She miiiight have a little bit of trouble adjusting to normal life again. Or maybe I'm just reading too much in to it.
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It's always moonshine, even if it isn't. Confound these ponies and strange creatures, they drive her to drink.
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There definitely has to be a story written featuring Luna's stash of Everclear.
Replace ‘‘bottle’’ with ‘‘lego piece’’ and you get me when I try to build a large set.
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Dunne ye wait at me you bawbag, nugget!
mommy spank me for such language.
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They took meh wee men and i dunne know if i cand stand it