//------------------------------// // 24: Hoof-delivered via awkward changeling. // Story: Strange Letters from a Queen Bug Horse // by Roadie //------------------------------// Dear Rarity, No, he wasn't wearing a costume. Do I have your attention? I find myself with the need to commission a most extraordinary dress to debut at the Grand Galloping Gala. As I am, myself, most extraodinary, the bar for this work is set very high. I also require an extraordinarily discreet dressmaker—with which I hope you understand why I haven't recruited the services of the usual fashion elite in Canterlot or Manehattan. This dress must suit a Queen: a beautiful, tragic Queen, doomed by her nature to be an outcast, frightening in her kind and countenance to the common pony, yet struggling against fate and prejudice to bring herself into the light and perhaps to even, in some unlikely way, to find real friendship and love, hoowever brief and star-crossed it might turn out to be. If I don't have your interest by now, I never will, and so I will leave it at that. Leave a magnolia flower in one of your front windows; I shall come to you. I will, of course, be paying triple whatever your usual rate is for such a work, to ensure your secrecy in the matter. Sincerely, Her Majesty Chrysalis the Third, Lady of the Most Noble Order of the Lesser Fig, Lady of the Most Ancient and Most Noble Order of the Comb, Grand Mistress of the Royal Batesian Order, Lady of the Imperial Order of the Crown of the Grand Empire of the Inconsequential Isle, Knightess Grand Collar of the Most Excellent Order of the Changeling Queendom, Relict of Her Majesty Queen Imago the Second, Queen of the Badlands, Queen of the Changeling Queendom, Queen of Her other Realms and Territories, Protector of the Changelings, Sovereign of the Most Noble Order of the Lesser Fig, whom may harmony preserve and bless with long life, health and honour and all worldly happiness. P.S. You will of course expect future orders, should this dress be sufficiently impactful.