All Our Days · 1:56am Sep 14th, 2016
As a special treat for you guys already following the Unicorn x Unicorn story tag, here's a side story called "All Our Days." It'll be published along with the next Unicorn x Unicorn update. This is also the premiere of my new editor Space Jazz! Now my grammar/syntax won't be a train wreck anymore. Movin' on up, I tell ya.
Princess Celestia had long understood that life was precious, but it wasn't until now that she really felt how delicate it was.
The little foal carried in her forelegs yawned and squirmed about, causing Celestia to stay perfectly still, as if one wrong move would end in catastrophe.
"Ponies aren't that fragile, Your Majesty," the nearby stallion explained with a chuckle.
Even though she appreciated his attempt to assure her, Celestia puffed out her cheeks and sent a warning glare, as she felt especially vulnerable to his brand of teasing at the moment. The stallion in question looked back toward her with an unflinching gaze, eventually making the mare break eye contact first. To cover up her growing embarrassment, she chose to glance back to the sleeping foal, hoping to dote on the child a bit more.
"And that foal you saved isn't fragile, Your Majesty,” he said to repeat his sentiment. “In fact she's healing at quite an extraordinary rate."
Indeed, the cuts and bruises hidden under the foal's coat were nearly gone, much to the princess’ relief. There was a bit of concern over what effect magic would have on the child, but Celestia supposed that the injuries weren't life threatening.
“I know,” she said, regaining her composure just by looking at the sleeping child. “I just can’t help but worry.”
“It’s that sort of attitude that guarantees you’ll be a great mother. Just make sure not to stress yourself too much, please? I can only do so much as the Royal Physician.”
Celestia quickly looked at the dark blue-coated pony. “Do you...mean that? About me being a great mother?”
“I swear on my great grandfather’s name, Your Highness. His beard, even.”
“That won’t be necessary, Crescent,” Celestia said, just barely managing to suppress her laughter.
“Well, if there’s anything else you need, I’ll be at home.” He paused to yawn while gathering his things into his saddlebags. “The missus wouldn’t be happy about me coming home late again this week, but she never said anything about being called back for a summons.”
“Goodnight, Crescent Moon,” Celestia said with a wry chuckle.
“Goodnight, Your Majesty.” After giving a respectful bow, the stallion made sure to leave the room as quietly as possible, taking care to gently close the door behind him.
Even though she knew she could trust him in great confidence, Celestia waited until she was alone with the foal. “Did you know, little Sunset? You mean the world to me because you’re all that I have left." Her voice quivered as she spoke, but at the same time it felt like a great weight was lifted off her chest. Celestia brushed back the yellow and red beginnings of the foal's mane with a tender touch of her hoof "I'll do my utmost to make sure you grow up into a proper lady. One that can take a joke. One that cares for friends and loved ones. One who understands the burden of responsibility because for good or for bad...you have enormous potential. You won't be alone, of course. I will stay with you all our days together, my little Sunset. I promise."
