June 17, 2051 [Sol 66]
“Twilight!”
“Satyrn!”
They rushed in for a hug.
“Where have you been?” Satyrn exclaimed.
“I’ve been having talks with Luna and Starlight. We’ve been trying to coordinate through the protests and riots going on back home,” Twilight seemed complacent.
“Well, we’ve kinda been dealing with a bit more than protests. The constant explosions and gunshots didn’t concern you at all?”
Princess Twilight stared blankly for a moment.
“Ah, well, Princess Celestia had everything under control, surely,” she laughed anxiously.
Satyrn nodded absentmindedly as she eyed the princess in a subtly dubious manner. Twilight’s room was charmingly sybaritic and decorative. As was incredibly predictable to any acquaintance of the Princess of Friendship, the walls of her room were lined with extensive shelves that were brimming with novels and textbooks from home. It was situated on the top floor of the residential district, which lower ranking officials are typically barred from accessing. The ceiling opened up into a skylight that offered an extravagant view. The royal suite definitely bested the others.
Twilight sat down at her desk to open a notebook. She started flipping through the pages delicately, scanning them up and down.
“What do you have there?” Satyrn was curious.
“Ah. This is the crew journal. I’m just adding some new entries,” Twilight replied.
“Oh, I see. I suppose I’m not allowed to pry about that.”
“Not really, no,” Twilight giggled. A quill on her desk floated out of its ink pot and began to scribble new lines in the journal.
“What exactly brings you today?” Twilight asked over her shoulder.
Satyrn began to nervously tap her hoof against the floor. Scratching her head, she sat down on the Princess’s bed; her heart skipped a beat.
“I mean…” Satyrn began, but trailed off.
After a few moments of silence, the Princess set back her quill and turned in her chair to face Satyrn. Her ears softly lifted forward, and she was intent.
“It’s been a couple of days… Did you want to get lunch or something?” Satyrn hung her head down in an effort to hide her blush.
“Ah, right!” Twilight squeaked, “I’m really sorry. Things have been so busy, and—”
Her speaking ebbed delicately as stood up from her desk. She walked toward Satyrn as she continued,
“I just can’t right now,” she whispered.
Twilight touched Satyrn’s chin and lifted her head up. Upon making eye contact, Satyrn’s ears perked gently.
“I am happy you came to see me today, though,” the Princess added. She pressed her snout against Satyrn’s, causing them to both blush profusely. Twilight turned and started back towards her desk, but she paused at an afterthought.
“Well, I can tell you some stuff that is in this journal. It is about you,” the Princess’s voice was coy.
“Oh? Like what?” Satyrn’s eyes twinkled like a firefly.
Twilight looked back at her and smiled.
“I’m required to write as much as I can about everypony in this journal. Luna told me some more about the dreams you had in the days before we left Equestria. She said—”
An abrupt, alert tone sounded off from Twilight’s dresser. The Princess shuffled over and answered.
“Yeah?” Twilight shouted. Celestia’s voice came through.
“We’re coming up on Norphae, Twilight. I need you present at the bridge to oversee the landing.”
Twilight’s eyes were wide. She looked back at Satyrn apologetically.
“Alright. I’m on my way.”
She ended the call, and put her writing things away.
“What’s Norphae?” Satyrn asked.
“It’s a planet. We’re going to seek refuge there for the time being.”
“Refuge?”
“We were attacked. We don’t want that to keep happening now, do we?” Twilight smiled and pecked Satyrn on the cheek before rushing out of the room.
In that moment, Satyrn stared jadedly at the floor as her cheeks burned with a rosy pigment. She eventually ambled out into the halls of the residential in a daze.