Dear Twilight,
I thought my imaginations regarding your future were ludicrously fearful, but you changed my definition of ‘ludicrously fearful’ today. Thank you for that. Not really, but thank you.
Twilight, I’ve told you multiple, multiple times about the dangers of jumping to conclusions over the course of our correspondence. I’ve also told you on one particular occasion that I didn’t want you to make the same mistakes I’ve made.
This. This is why.
Back then, I was a hypocrite. I’m not ashamed to admit that. Even now, there isn’t a day that goes by where I don’t think about your well-being. Especially with me fretting over your safety and future like I’m your mother, when you HAVE a mother. How pretentious is that?
I’m not perfect, nor have I tried to be. That does not mean I can’t make efforts to shape you into a better pony than me using my well of past experience. For years I’ve struggled with this, and it’s been hard on you at times. It’s been far harder on me—sometimes it feels like I’m shouting at a mirror.
Even so, we must better ourselves, Twilight. You’ve grown enough to the point where I can forgive this conclusive slip-up of yours—even if you did it three times in a row with increasingly worse conclusions each time. Honestly, that whole affair was so ridiculous, I had to laugh it off. No, there wasn’t a better way for me to handle that with how much I’ve discussed this with you. Sometimes one really must find time to laugh at repeated mistakes.
However, Twilight, you did something today that I didn’t do back then. That I haven’t done for years. It’s something I’m inordinately proud of you for doing, and it makes me feel selfish to admit I wish you’d do it more.
You sought advice when you needed it the most. And I will always be there to give you some when you want it. After all, hypocrisy does not harm advice; it merely harms the credibility of who is giving that advice.
Keep growing, Twilight. But please please please do not show me your worst-case scenario slideshow ever again. I might actually die of laughter, and that won’t be good for anyone.
Love,
Celestia
P.S. It was fun to gauge your reaction when I told you I didn’t know about my name being an expression. Why anyone would actually believe I’d be that out of touch with the world is beyond me.
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Dear Discord,
Thanks for pressuring Twilight into making a decision in one day that took me years to commit to. I’m sure such sudden, undue stress over Starlight’s future is exactly what she needed on a day of celebration for saving all of Equestria.
Twilight had a meltdown today thanks to you. Granted she was going to have this meltdown somewhere down the line, but you did not need to expedite it. At. All.
Dick.
You’re lucky I was able to advise her on how to handle this situation, but don’t you dare pull a stunt like this again. I came to this party to have a good time, not for damage control. If I’m coming to a party for that, it better be your birthday.
One last thing. I heard your cheesy joke.
I'd tread very caerphilly if I were you.
Regards,
Celestia
Luna, how are the girls? Have they improved?
No, I don’t want freshly-made pizza and ice cream. I’m trying to diet, and—wait, why do you have those? Our kitchen’s in the middle of refurbishment.
...Okay, new rule: don’t use our sick others as a baking oven and dessert freezer. That’s not hot. Or cool.