Very few creatures thought about the celestial bodies moving. It was mundane, and because of that, it was easily ignored. Few took time to pay attention to their movements. When they did, they saw unimaginable beauty. Sitting on one of those bodies was a pony in a white suit. She looked up at the planet as it slowly made its rotations.
“Professor Sparkle,” a voice said. The pony turned her head to see another white suit approaching her. This suit had been modified to encompass talons and a pair of wings. The creature in the suit stopped in front of the pony. “What are you doing out here?”
“I’ve told you, Gaspar,” the pony said. “Call me Twilight. Professor is a stuffy title.” She pointed her hoof to the planet above her.
“I’m looking at that,” her companion turned his attention to the blue sphere.
“The planet?” he asked. “What about it?”
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Twilight asked. “When I was a filly, I looked at the stars and moon from my home in Canterlot. I always found them fascinating. I wanted to grasp them myself, so I ignored the world around me; I kept my head in books and ignored others. I didn’t see the beauty in the world.” A chuckle left her mouth.
“I just find it odd that the very first time that I saw the world’s beauty was when I wasn’t a part of it,” she continued. “Ever since we first landed on the moon, I kept looking back at the planet. I saw something that would take writers an eternity just to write a single word to describe its beauty. Every night, I come out to look at it. And for a few brief moments, it feels like I’m looking at the concept of beauty itself.” The two of them sat together in silence looking at the planet. A small tear formed in Gaspar’s eyes.
“I can see where you’re coming from,” he said. “Anyways, we’ve just gotten a message from the E.S.C.”
“What do they want?”
“Actually, it’s not what they want,” the griffin picked up a nearby rock. He played with it in his talons. “It’s what a certain pink pony wants.” A smile appeared on Twilight’s muzzle.
“I see Pinkie wants to talk,” she got up from her spot and turned around. “Any particular message she shared?” The two of them started walking back to a cylindrical building off in the distance.
“In her exact words,” Gaspar said. “She said: ‘You guys have gone around the world for the past hundred days! Do you know what this calls for?’ I’ve never understood that pony. Can you give any insight?” Laughter echoed in Gaspar’s helmet. “Twilight?”
“Sorry, Gaspar,” she said. “I know what she means. She wants to celebrate that. I’ll admit, I never would have thought that it would be worth celebrating. But Pinkie always finds a reason to have a celebration. It’ll be nice to talk to her. Any other messages from her or the E.S.C?”
“One more actually,” Gaspar tapped the bottom of his helmet. “Something about a request being approved.” Again, laughter echoed in his helmet.
“You and everyone in the Rabbit Hutch are in for a surprise,” a large smile appeared on Twilight’s face. “You’re all going to experience something great. Something you’re never going to forget.”
“And that would be?”
“A Pinkie Party.”