From the Realms of Obscurity · 8:51am Apr 20th, 2014
Hey there!
It's 20 April 2014 currently, 10:28, and the night to Easter Sunday just past. Usually that's no big deal and you would be right questioning the usefulness of this post. However, we had a gorgeous moon this night, with only some cirrostratus clouds at most. So I sat down with some China Gunpowder tea and watched the moon pass the windows of my bedroom. More than four hours passed until the sun began to rise, from what I couldn't get away either. Afterwards I got some writing down. Nothing special, but this time, as it is somehow a holiday and stuff, I want to share some of the new lines. The naked function of this is to proof that neither I went inactive over the months, nor is either Of Law and Friendship (with all its non-existent fans) or Luna's Thoughts abandoned. The latter will be continued when the first is finished. Admittedly, I'd love to get my hands on Luna's Thoughts already. But as it is, Of Law and Friendship gets more and more complicated and outgrew its planned scale multiple times by... multiple times. I don't know if anyone cares, and I don't know if I care if anyone cares.
Still, I'd like to get some fresh lines out there (albeit rough and unedited), this time taken directly from 'Of Law and Friendship', somewhere between pages 111 and 112.
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The group sat in a large circle after sunset. A magical fire lit and powered by Luna twitched head high in the middle and warmed the air for the ponies beneath the cooling night sky. With it's blueish colour the flame could easily be confused with a natural fire of most devastating heat, wasn't it for the lack of firewood in it's midst. Whether the colour came from its magical nature or actual heat was not clear, however, as the fire made it hard enough to cook the dead scorpions the soldiers had hunted down in the last remaining light of the day without being burnt to cinder. The unicorns of the small circle held them into the flames with their magical grasp, handing them then to their hornless comrades. For the most time they sat in silence on the hard ground, letting the exhaust slowly extend its grasp on their minds.
Luna, while holding the fire spell up, were lost in her thoughts. She had raised the moon while marching, after it parted from the sun long before dusk. Her mind had travelled back to Canterlot, where Celestia should already be in her bed. She never had asked her, but she wondered if it felt off for Celestia to simply lay down in her sheets now, had she to raise and watch the moon still few years ago. They didn't speak much about the time of her banishment, mostly for the sake of them both. She never really learned how Celestia handled a millennium of lone rule. For a long time she suspected her to have laid greater emphasis on the day, raising the moon and letting the night pass as it went. It made the most sense to her, were the darkness and silence of the night the two highest things Celestia liked in it.
But those bugs spoke a different language. To keep such creatures alive, those who relied on certain moon phases, its distance even, required a fine feeling for the celestial body. To keep on the fine edge of balance you needed to understand the nocturnal world as a whole. Desert flies weren't the sole creatures that were sensitive to changes of the moon by far. Another good example would make jelly fishes of unknown depths who eventually came up to the surface on a full moon for the sake of reproduction. Of course, if one looked over a millennium of questionable ruling things would adjust. Slower than things went out of control, unable to escape utter obliteration, should the required intensity of their nightlight slide into obscurity. But with a difference that stayed within certain borders, a new balance would settle. More preys would cause more predators to play on the stage, moving the harmony from preys to predators. Thus was the harmony of life.
In the very first time after she came back to those realms she felt hope. Hope, that the differences with her sister could be overcome. Hope, that life could come to perfect harmony one day.
Her eyes locked with the silken shine of her grey moon that watched the world in silence with it's blue glory guarding it from the stars. A gentle yellow glow marked its last frontiers, not unlikely to the sun's farther reaches. There were yet some dreams to be fulfilled. They could rule as one. When Celestia showed the ability to rule the night gently enough to ensure physical harmony, the possibility of a chance existed that Celestia could finally truly understand the night, her night.
“Princess?” A hoof ghostly touched her left shoulder.
It was a touch of utter respect and distanced, the touch merely strong enough to be recognized; a soldier's hoof trapped between the fur and skin of his leader, and dropped before contact called the touch truthfully into existence. The word subordinated itself to the action, only spoken as an idea of the subject it was facing. It was enough to drag Luna's mind back into the dust-filled air of the ground near realm. She lowered her head, away from her moon and to the dry ground that laid colourless beneath and around her, only the small stripe of a silver shimmer illuminating the black stone sea that could drown a whale with ease. Her gaze followed a path of small stones, and went over her hooves that laid lazily in the dust when she faced the guard, the shape of his face lost between stars and stones.
“Yes?” Her voice was barely louder than the soldier's; her feminine voice left the silence undisturbed.
There was a short silence before the guard spoke up again, his voice unchanged, “Please, excuse me, Princess. The fire....”
Luna saw the white top of the soldier's snout turn left, and her gaze followed to the now dead bonfire. Her smile fell. Somewhere in her train of thoughts she had dropped the spell accidentally, leaving the solders in dark and cold. Silently nodding once, she channelled her magic anew and relit the fire, lower this time.
“Sleep now,” she said, audible for the whole group, “you will need the rest.”
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Apparently I'm better at making things complicated than making them beautiful. Anyways! Hope whoever read this enjoyed it! It fascinates me how much one can care for an other's opinion, even though one does not write for the sake of the audience at all.
Carpe noctem,
--Chaodiurn
