Luna can't sleep · 8:09pm Aug 5th, 2019
Back from the final Bronycon, more on that later. In the meantime, enjoy some horsewords. Bonus points for reading aloud.
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Beneath a blackened sky, the pale milky moon cast a pallid glow across lands steeped in shadow. A sea of muted grey from mountains thrust high, to plains fertile and fallow.
Far from the silken glow of the sun, the stalwart towers of Canterlot shed their sparkling luster. Chromatic glass inlaid between leaden lines twinkled atop stone columns, while far below, soldiers patrolled quietly in unsung muster. The city bore beauty and shine, a veneer that did well to hide the age and scars. But beneath a dim dreary night, looming in the absence of light, a fortress of silhouettes that stabbed toward the stars.
The kingdom slept soundly, but one pony still stirred.
Upon the tallest spire reaching toward the waning moon, stood one mare of the night, once Nightmare Moon.
She stared silently across distant lands shrouded in shade. A restless mind borne upon restless legs, ignoring a bed neatly made.
“They fear you.”
The voice whispered softly, as she could hear it say. It came from all directions, echoes in the absence of day.
Hairs stiffened along her spine. Ears tensed and twisted. The chamber was still, save for a soft breeze through silvery hanging chimes. Their dulcimer melody helped to stay her fright, but with every ounce of might, she watched, and waited, and listened.
A tall mirror hung within a burnished brass frame. A portrait of her ageless form that she regarded with introspection. Dusky blue fur upon azure hooves, and hair that danced like an indigo flame. She smiled, but was greeted with a sneer.
“They hate you,” spoke the reflection.
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Luna bolted upright, shivering within silken sheets. Her chamber was empty, and she was alone, but she could not slip back to sleep. She steadied herself, knowing well that her fears were far between and few.
But sometimes, the mare of the night had her nightmares too.
Nice.
Nice to hear from you
5100279
Thanks. I'm trying to be more active
As always, your descriptions paint a beautifully vivid image. Nice work!
It was great to see you again. You party like you write, like a boss.
5102497
It was great seeing you too. If there's one thing I missed from this convention, it would be going shot for shot with you until that oversized bottle of vodka in my room surrendered it's last drop.
5102605
Oh it is on! I'm making plans already for Trotcon.