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// The Best Night Ever (Part 3) 
// Story: My Brave Pony: The Knight Who Fell From Space 
// by Scipio Smith 
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The Best Night Ever, Part 3


 

Lightning found Spike and Krysta under the golden apple tree, which stood some way off in a very isolated corner of the garden, as if Princess Celestia – having planted the magnificent tree - wished to keep it hidden and all to herself, as though even the eyes of visitors might disturb it, corrupt it, taint its precious beauty and render it something stale and unworthy of a royal garden.
Perhaps she really thought that way. There were many treasures in the possession of His Majesty that were treated thus, locked away in the deepest vaults of Lux Aeterna lest prying eyes steal away the beauty that only being unseen, unknown, reserved for the royal eyes – and those of certain trusted favourites, for whom to be allowed to look upon these precious rarities was as great an honour as any title or gilded laurel that might adorn their brow – preserved. True, there were no living treasures in the treasuries of the King of Kings, but then the King did not have such a wondrous tree as this. 
Lightning had envisaged a tree with golden apples; and golden apples there were, to be sure, golden apples large and bright and gleaming like little suns against the darkness of the night; golden apples of the sun weighing heavy upon the boughs of the great tree that spread its eaves about in all directions. But it was not merely the apples that were golden, but the tree itself. This was no tree of common wood, or any wood at all that Lightning had ever seen before; surely this tree of purest gold had been fashioned by some god and gifted to Celestia in recognition of her beauty and her grace, for it was a godly gift and if it were not so he could not conceive how it had come to be here. He had never seen such a thing before, not in all of his and Krysta’s travels: a tree of gold, glimmering, no, shining. Shining like the sun, so like the sun that it gave day in this little patch of garden even in the night as now engulfed them, as though it were no broad bough-spreading tree but a lamp for all to shelter the glow of it. Under its eaves could a host of ponies sheltered, and never felt the absence of the sun because this tree would bring them light all day and all night for all the days and nights to come. 
Not too far off he could spy a sister tree, a little smaller than this tree of gold; the younger sister was of silver, and shone like moonlight as the silver apples of the light-in-darkness gave off a pale ethereal glow. 
It was not so beautiful as the larger and the solar tree, but it was not without its own more lunar beauty. They put Lightning in mind of them… what was he saying, what an idiot was he, had he forgotten where he stood? This was Equestria! Surely these were the Two Trees, the origins of light throughout the galaxy. 
If they were not then they must surely be offshoots of the same. And even if they were only descendants then they were beautiful nonetheless. 
And it would mean that Miss Twilight had seen the light of the Two Trees, or something like it. Small wonder that she was such a rare, beguiling creature. Small wonder that she was… so much better than he was. 
Lightning could have stood – or even sat down upon his haunches – and looked upon these trees all night, and in truth he might have forgot his purpose here and done just that if he hadn’t spotted Krysta fluttering upwards towards the lowest hanging branches of the golden tree upon her gossamer wings and reached out with one tiny hand towards one of the golden apples.
“Krysta!” Lightning snapped.
Krysta stopped, hovering in mid-air as she turned towards him. “Hey, Lightning! What’s up, you sound kind of mad?”
“You can’t just steal and eat one of the golden apples!” Lightning hissed.
Krysta looked at the apple she had been about to take. “Why not?”
“Because… come down from there!” Lightning said, pointing down at the ground with one hoof before he began to stride forwards toward the tree.
Krysta rolled her eyes. “Such a killjoy,” she said, but she did as she was told and flew down as swiftly as she had fluttered up, landing delicately on the grass in front of him. She frowned. “What happened? Did it not go so good?”
“Actually it went very well, in the end,” Lightning said. “I got what we came for.”
Krysta’s eyes, already very large, bulged out a little more. “You got it? The stone?”
“Here in my pocket,” Lightning said.
“It was that easy? You just asked for it and what? Celestia just forked it over?”
“Princess Celestia,” Lightning said pointedly. “Entrusted it to me so that I could send it back to His Majesty. She has no need of it, and Lord Jupiter’s need is great.”
“I guess we don’t need a magic stone while we have Twilight and her friends with the Elements of Harmony,” Spike said proudly.
Lightning’s lips turned upwards at the corners. “The princess’ words exactly, Master Spike. And now I must ask you both to come with me. Or rather, Krysta you should come with me and, Master Spike, I require your assistance to be my guide.”
“Go with you?” Spike said sceptically. “Go where? And why?”
“Because Miss Twilight and her friends have had to flee from the palace one step ahead of pursuit,” Lightning said. He hadn’t actually seen any pursuit, but he took it as fact that there would be one since, if they were not pursued, why had Miss Twilight and her companions felt the need to leave in such a great hurry?
“Pursuit?” Spike exclaimed.
Krysta clasped her hands together. “I knew this place had been good for you, you’re even cracking jokes now. They’re not great jokes but still, little filly steps.”
Lightning looked down at her, his expression sober and earnest. 
“By the light you’re not even kidding, are you?” Krysta said.
“What in this world or any world that lies amongst the stars would make you think that I would joke about such a thing as this at such a time as this?” Lightning asked.
“What happened?” Spike demanded.
“I… am not really sure, nor am I sure it would be my story tell if I were,” Lightning said. “Suffice it to say that the gala is in ruins, the palace… is not in ruins, thankfully, but could do with some cleaning up, the young pony prince is marvellous distempered and distress and anger rule the court this night; I promised Miss Twilight before she was forced to retreat from here that I would find you, Master Spike, and bring you to a certain doughnut shop of which I understand you are familiar.”
“You mean Pony Joe’s?” Spike asked. “Yeah, I know that place.”
“Then climb on, both of you,” Lightning said. “You may direct me along the way.”
Spike and Krysta both scrambled up onto his back, Spike at the front and Krysta behind. Lightning could feel the two of them fidgeting for position atop him; it was not the most comfortable sensation in the world but he forgave it on twin grounds of necessity and of their youth, plus the fact that it wasn’t going to last forever. It was that last fact, in particular, that prompted him to ignore the fact that he could feel Spike’s claws in his mane, digging into the dark brown hair; it wasn’t something Lightning would have borne ordinarily, any more than he would have tolerated having the reins cracked to urge him on during their journey to the palace, he was… he had been… it wasn’t really appropriate for him to take that line or tone any more, was it? He had just made his choice. Well, to an extent; he could still take it back so long as Krysta… no, no, he had no desire to take it back. He had made his choice, he had, as the saying went, plighted his troth. He had said that he would stay in Equestria, for Krysta’s sake and for his own happiness, and he was a stallion of his word. Just because he hadn’t told Krysta yet, it hardly seemed the time but it wasn’t because he was still considering. 
And since he had renounced New Olympia then he had, by default, renounced his title and his princely privilege, and could hardly stand upon the dignity of a prince of a land he had chosen to abandon. 
That still didn’t mean that he wanted to have Spike’s claws in his mane – he had too much dignity still to desire that, and pride besides – but he could no longer say it was unprincely to have it so. At most he could say that it was becoming of a stallion with self-respect. 
But he did not even say that, because he had promised Miss Twilight that he would bring the young dragon safely to the doughnut shop, whatever a doughnut might be, and he would not set his pride above his promise to the lady. And so he tolerated Spike’s grabbing claws pulling at his mane, and the way he was unable to sit straight and still on Lightning’s back – Krysta, who had more practice, was much better at not disturbing him too much – as they made their way out of the palace by a discreet way that Spike knew of, avoiding the outraged notables and their complaints. 
They left the palace and passed into the city itself. The night air was cool, and although – having left the palace – they were all a little overdressed, Lightning and Spike in their tuxedos and Krysta in her party dress, nopony remarked upon them or called them ridiculous as Lightning followed Spike’s directions through the well-lit and prosperous streets. Perhaps it was common enough for folk to leave the gala early that it was not worth remarking upon; or perhaps all ponies here in Equestria were so good-natured that they were not the sorts to remark unkindly upon anypony being overdressed. 
The streets through which Spike guided Lightning – having first removed Lightning’s top hat and handed it to Krysta because it was hard enough for the little dragon to see over the top of Lightning’s head, let alone his hat – were home to a bustling night life: ponies queued up to get into buildings illuminated with many dazzling colours, while burly minotaurs guarded the doors; other ponies passed in and out of cafes and ice cream shops; conjurers performed tricks on the street corners; vendors hawked deep-fried carrots and toffee apples from wooden carts.
Krysta began to salivate audibly at the latter, but Spike said, “Save it for Pony Joe’s. Trust me, it’ll totally be worth it.”
“I don’t know, Spike,” Krysta said. “I don’t know what a doughnut is but I know a toffee apples tastes good.”
“This isn’t just a doughnut shop, it’s my favourite doughnut shop,” Spike explained. “Twilight and I used to hang out there all the time. There were times when she’d go there to pull an all-nighter and just sit at one of the tables chewing doughnuts and drinking coffee all night until she got her essay done or learnt that spell.”
“And she let you stay up all night?” Krysta asked.
“No, she made me go to bed,” Spike admitted. “But Joe told me all about it. Trust me, Krysta, this place is great.”
“Sure it is,” Krysta said. “But what is a doughnut, anyway?”
“I must confess I’ve been wondering the same thing,” Lightning murmured.
“I don’t want to spoil the surprise, you’ll find out when we get there,” Spike said. “There it is! Just up ahead.”
He directed them to a little bijou eatery with round wooden tables sat upon the black-and-white tiled floor, while most of the walls were taken up with windows out into the purple-tinted night of Canterlot without, while those parts of the walls that were not so taken up were covered in pictures of hollow rings of some sort of pastry dish that Lightning could only assume to be the famous doughnut. A bell tinkled above the glass double doors as Lightning pushed them open to enter, although he hardly needed an announcement for his presence because the place was completely empty save for Miss Twilight and her friends stood around a table in the corner. 
They looked somewhat the worse for wear, their gowns that had so bedazzled the world earlier that evening were now torn and tattered and dishevelled, their decorations askew or broken or – in the case of the star earrings that Miss Twilight wore – both, their manes all awry, their coats scratched as though they had been scuffling. Rainbow Dash, Applejack and Miss Fluttershy were each missing a shoe; Miss Rarity was missing both of hers. None of them looked anywhere close to contentment, though they had cups of some steaming hot brown liquid and plates of those odd-looking things called doughnuts set in front of them. 
Lightning tried and failed not to stare. “Miss Twilight… you appear to be… you seem somewhat…”
“You girls look terrible,” Krysta said as she slipped off Lightning’s back.
“Krysta!”
“What?”
“I was trying to be tactful,” Lightning said.
“And I was being honest,” Krysta said.
A smile crossed Twilight’s face, illuminating it despite her dishevelled state, as she chuckled. “It’s okay, Lightning. You don’t need to be tactful. We know what we look like.”
Spike dismounted. “Are you okay? Lightning said you’d been chased out.”
“Lightning might have been exaggerating just a little bit,” Twilight said.
“You are not hurt?” Lightning asked. “You have not been hurt by anypony?”
“Oh, no, of course not Prince Lightning,” Rarity said. “Only our pride has been wounded, not ourselves. Although a wound to the pride is quite, quite terrible enough, of course,” she added, pressing one hoof to her brow, but she smiled as she did so to show that she spoke at least partly in jest.
“Thank you for bringing Spike down here,” Twilight said.
Lightning bowed his head. “A pleasure to be of service, Miss Twilight.” He had to confess he was glad that the already miserable look upon the face of Rainbow Dash prevented her from seeing any more displeased by his presence or his manner, both of which seemed to offend her in some way. 
“And Krysta,” Twilight said. “What do you think of the news?”
“That Lightning got the stone?” Krysta said. “It’s cool, I guess. I suppose it’s what we came here for.”
“It is,” Twilight said. “But I actually meant the other news.”
“Other news?”
Twilight looked at Lightning. “You didn’t tell her?”
“It hardly seemed the right time.”
“Tell me what?” Krysta asked.
Lightning took a step away from her, so that he did not have to look down at her in quite the same was as he would have if they were closer. “Krysta,” he said softly. “I… I gave some thought to what you said. To much of what you have said since we arrived, and of what has happened here. 
“When we met I promised that I could take care of you, and that together we would find a place where we could both belong. I have not kept that promise. I found a place where I could belong and then turned a blind eye to the fact that you did not. I didn’t see – because I didn’t want to see – that you weren’t happy in New Olympia and that is why… that is why I asked Princess Celestia if we might stay here in Equestria. And she has granted my request.”
Krysta stared at him, mutely, her eyes growing so wide they threatened to engulf her face. “You mean… we’re going to stay here?”
Lightning nodded. “We will send the Prism Stone back through the portal when it reopens but we will not go through it.”
“We’re going to live here now?”
“Is that not what I said?” Lightning replied, worried in case he had not been clear enough.
“This… this is going to be our home?”
“Yes,” Lightning said. “The place for both of us I promised long enough. I don’t know what I shall do yet but… I shall find a way to make a place for us here.”
Krysta fell silent a moment, staring at him. Her eyes were wide but other than that her face was unreadable. 
And then a smile so broad it spread from cheek to cheek split her face as she launched herself across the distance between them to wrap her arms around his neck. 
“You did it! I asked you to do it and you did! You actually did it!” she cried. “THANK YOU!” She pressed her face against his chest, her eyes closed. “Best big brother ever.”
“I don’t know about that,” Twilight said softly. “But he is pretty cool, I suppose.”
“Yeah,” Krysta said, squeezing him a little tighter. “Pretty cool.” She opened her eyes and looked up at him. “So… what made you do it?”
“You asked me to,” Lightning said.
“Yeah,” Krysta admitted. “But I didn’t think you’d actually do it… just for me.”
Lightning put one hoof around her. “And that… that’s why I had to do it, in the end. Because you didn’t think I would any more, and that… I should never have let things get that far. It’s going to be you and me from now on, just the way it used to be.”
Krysta laughed. “Well… maybe it doesn’t have to be exactly like it used to be.”
“You mean no one chasing us because we stole from them?”
“That, sure,” Krysta said. “But what I actually meant was that, so long as you remember I exist from now on, doesn’t mean that you can’t have anyone else in your life.”
“Is somebody going to tell me what I missed?” Spike asked. “Why do you all look like that, and why did you leave the gala to come here? What happened to your best night ever?”
Miss Twilight and her friends looked at one another. “It’s a long story, Spike. Why don’t you order something first. Oh, and you two have to try something too? What would you like?”
“We don’t even know what it is they serve here,” Lightning admitted, as he released Krysta from his embrace and she began to let go of his neck.
“Right, of course,” Twilight said. “Why don’t I pick for you? I know this place pretty well.”
That was Lightning Dawn’s introduction to the doughnut, and quite honestly…he was not that impressed. It was soft, and as the name suggested – and he probably should have been able to work out for himself – doughy in texture, but there was nothing particularly appetising about it, nothing to explain why the girls seemed so enamoured of the things. Even the covering on top, which seemed to be the main appeal, did little for him or his tastes. That, combined with the fact that Lightning strongly suspected that they were not very good for him, meant that he partook but very little of them, and concentrated more on the hot chocolate that Miss Twilight had also generously obtained on his behalf. 
Krysta, on the other hoof, seemed to gobble the things down like nobody’s business. She always had possessed more of a sweet tooth than him.
Fortunately, neither Miss Twilight nor any of her friends remarked upon the fact that Lightning was being very sparing with what he nibbled on, because they were all quite preoccupied pouring out the tale of their woes for Spike, Krysta and Lightning Dawn himself. As he ate – or rather did not eat – they told of the various disasters, misunderstandings, ill-fortunes and just plain hostility from which they had suffered on this night which they had so looked forward to. In private – the ultimate privacy of his own head – Lightning admitted to himself that he was more sympathetic to some of the girls than others; Applejack really should have known better, while he had already conveyed to Miss Pinkie how sorry he was that what she had taken to be an event full of joy and laughter should instead turn out to be as stuffy and as dull as any court function Lightning had ever attended in his life. 
But perhaps his greatest regrets were reserved for Miss Twilight – who might have actually gotten the opportunity to spend some time with Princess Celestia if it were not for his heedless intrusion into her life and the events of his gathering – and Miss Rarity; a prince should behave better by far. Lightning had thought that this Prince Blueblood had the look of a feckless, idle sort the moment that he set eyes upon the other stallion, but even a loafing lounge lizard should have the courtesy and decency to behave oneself in the presence of a lady. Lightning’s brother, Crystal Refraction, though he was in many respects quite a useless lump of a stallion, who did nought to serve his father or his people but simply lazed about the palace living in the lap of luxury, would never have treated a lady like Miss Rarity thus; indeed Crystal had quite the reputation in New Olympia as one who, though he had never slain a single enemy upon the battlefield, had slain the hearts of many a guileless maid, and there were times it seemed to Lightning as though there was scarce a lady at court with whom Crystal had not been associated at one time or another. And yet this Prince Blueblood could not even rise to that low level, but had fallen beneath a bar that Lightning had thought impossible not to overleap. 
“I am sorry for all of your misfortunes,” Lightning said. “But especially yours, Miss Rarity. If you would like me to challenge him in your-“
“Challenge him?” Rarity exclaimed. She laughed, as though he had made a joke. “Oh, that’s very gallant of you, Prince Lightning, but quite unnecessary. That stallion is quite beneath me, and beneath my notice and attention what is more. I refuse to give him the satisfaction of knowing that his conduct has preyed upon my mind for one second more.”
Lightning bowed his head. “As you wish, Miss Rarity; however, I must say that I am no prince now, but a pony of Equestria the same as any of you. Lightning Dawn alone it is, and shall be evermore from now on.”
“Very well, Lightning Dawn,” Rarity said. “But, though you have no more title, your princely chivalry is appreciated, even by she who has no need of it right now.”
As the girls laid out their story they seemed to recover much of their bonhomie, and the frowns that had filled every face when Lightning had entered the doughnut shop gradually made way for the smiles that were more habitual upon the faces of Miss Twilight and her friends, until by the time the tail was done – and ended, as Lightning had known it would – with them all fleeing headlong from the palace, they were laughing together at their shared misfortune and the ridicule to which they had exposed themselves. It was a little strange to see, no Olympian that Lightning knew would have laughed at their own embarrassment and shame in such a fashion, but that did not make it wrong; in fact, Lightning was able to consider the possibility that it might be an improvement upon smouldering rage and grudges born.
He still would have liked to have challenged the foppish Prince Blueblood, however. It would have made him feel rather useful. 
As she concluded her account, Twilight said, “I just hope Princess Celestia isn’t upset with us for ruining the gala.”
“That was the best Grand Galloping Gala ever,” Princess Celestia declared, as though Miss Twilight had summoned her with the power of thought and concern over her reaction, striding through the door into this little eatery as though it were the most natural thing in the world for the rule of the entire country to do, and this place were the most natural place for a living legend whose reputation had spread throughout the stars to be. 
Lightning took some comfort in the fact that Miss Twilight and the others looked as amazed and astonished to see the princess here as he was; it meant that he was not so odd and this was not some nuance of Equestrian culture that he was missing. It really was a surprise to see Princess Celestia here, even though she did not seem to find her own presence at all worthy of explanation. 
“Pardon me, princess,” Twilight said as Princess Celestia strode regally across the shop, illuminating it by her mere presence as though she had brought the sun itself within these walls with her. “But tonight was just awful.”
“Oh, Twilight,” Princess Celestia said. “The Grand Galloping Gala is always awful.”
Lightning’s brow furrowed ever so slightly as he wondered at a sovereign holding an annual function that she held in disdain and contempt. He might find the court events thrown by the King of Kings to be a dreary bore and a slog to sit through, but he had never once doubted for a moment that His Majesty revelled in the tiresome revels held in his honour. How could he not, when they were, after all, in his honour held as tributes to his greatness and his majesty? He had to take some pleasure in them, did he not? Or did he, like Princess Celestia apparently, detest the business and only bear it because… why? Tradition? Expectation? Because the court demanded it?
It is no concern of mine any more, but the question will nag at me no doubt.
“It is?” Twilight asked, putting Lightning’s questions in a far more succinct manner.
“That’s why I was thrilled you were all attending,” Princess Celestia said. “I was hoping you could liven things up a bit.”
Lightning’s eyebrows rose at that. It seemed that the many tales of Princess Celestia that he had heard, the many legends of her virtue and grace, the stories of her that filled the dark between the stars, had all neglected to mention that she possessed a mischievous streak accompanied by a degree of deviousness in her methods. It was not something he would ever have expected to think of Princess Celestia of far-fame, but nor would he have expected the great princess to ever admit that she had invited Miss Twilight and her friends to the gala for the purpose of sabotaging it for her own amusement. It was so far removed from the image of her that he had formed from expectation, song and story that it was only the utter lack of reaction being shown by Miss Twilight that prevented him from wondering if this was an impostor impersonating Princess Celestia. But Miss Twilight, who knew the princess best, seemed to suspect nothing, leaving Lightning no choice but to conclude – or admit – that there was more to her than he had thought of or expected. 
I do not begrudge her that, but… why has it been so thoroughly erased from all legends? Was she like this when she won the heart of Lord Jupiter and he won hers? It is hard to imagine such a stallion as His Majesty falling for a mare with such a free-spirited side, unless she hid it very well and he never suspected.
But why hide an entire part of herself from him whom she was to wed?
Princess Celestia continued. “And while the evening may not have gone as you planned, I hope you’ll agree that it didn’t turn out so bad for this group of friends.” She turned her gaze upon Krysta. “Or for the two new arrivals into our Equestrian community. Hello, little one, I take it that your are Krysta, sister to Lightning Dawn?”
Krysta curtsied. “Krysta Brighteyes, at your service Princess.”
“Brighteyes? It is a well-earned name,” Princess Celestia said kindly. “But please, let us have no formality here. This is a time for friendship, not flummery.”
“Then…” Krysta straightened up. “Then thank you, princess, for letting us stay. Thank you so much. You won’t regret it, I promise.”
Princess Celestia smiled down at Krysta with what seemed like more warmth than she had ever shown to Lightning Dawn. “Your brother spoke very well. He told me that he wished to make a home here where you could both be happy. How could I not be moved by such a plea? It is my earnest wish that all who live in Equestria find a path to contentment in their lives… and now that includes the two of you.”
“We will,” Krysta said. “I’m sure we will.” She grinned. “I’m really sorry, Twilight, and all of you; I’m sorry that things didn’t turn out the way you wanted but is it okay if I say that this is my personal best night ever?”
Twilight chuckled. “Go right ahead, Krysta. Nopony will blame you at all.”
“Awesome, thanks,” Krysta said, before she leapt up into the air and yelled, “BEST NIGHT EVER!” Laughter rang out across the doughnut shop as she landed softly on the ground. She looked around, although Lightning wasn’t sure what she was looking for until he saw that she had spotted a jukebox machine – Rosethorn and Lily had introduced Lightning and Krysta to the idea of them, and it seemed they were much the same in Equestria as they were anywhere else – and dashed across the tiled floor towards it. 
“Hey, Mister Joe,” Krysta said. “How does this thing work?”
“You need to put a bit in,” Joe said. “But seeing as your friends with Twilight, it’s on the house.” He tossed a bit with admirable aim into the slot on the machine, making the dark box light up golden.
“Thanks!” Krysta said, as she held her fingers poised over the buttons to select one of the available songs. “Let’s see…eeny, meany…this one.” She pushed a button on the jukebox, and immediately music began to fill the shop, followed by a voice raised in song. 

There’s a port, on a western bay
And it serves, five hundred ships a day,

“Hey, Lightning,” Krysta said, beaming out as her body gyrated in time to the music. “You want to come out here and dance with me?”
Lightning felt his whole body heat up at the very idea. “I, uh, I think not.”
“Aw, come on, why not?”
“Because I’m still a terrible dancer,” Lightning admitted.
“Well, if that’s what you’re worried about,” Twilight said. “Maybe a terrible partner will make you feel a little less self-conscious.”
Lightning stared at her. Out of the corners of his eyes he could just about make out a soft, knowing smile on Rarity’s face, and Krysta nodding her head eagerly. “Miss Twilight,” he said. “Are you asking me to dance?”
Twilight laughed. “Well… I suppose I am,” she said. “So… how about it?”
Lightning bowed his head. “I would be honoured, Miss Twilight.” He held out one hoof to her, and together they walked out into the open space between the tables in the centre of the doughnut shop. 
Miss Twilight was a terrible dancer, her legs all askew; but Lightning was pretty terrible himself, and yet somehow when they started to dance together, attempting to move their limbs in time to the music and sometimes even managing to do so, that didn’t seem to matter. At first Lightning was aware of Krysta dragging Spike out to dance with her, of Applejack and Rainbow Dash coming out together, Rarity asking Fluttershy for the honour of her hoof, Pinkie bopping along by herself; at first Lightning was aware of all these things going on around him, while Princess Celestia watched over them all with a fond, maternal smile upon her face. But somehow, by some power, as the song went on and as they danced together Lightning found his world getting smaller and smaller until he no longer noticed anything but Twilight, dancing with him, dancing badly and yet at the same time dancing absolutely perfectly because she was dancing with him, the light reflected in her purple eyes.
Best night ever indeed.