“Anon!”
Anonymous turns his head back, somewhat startled by the sudden lunch-break intrusion.
“Almost had me going there, Reckless, what’s up?”
“It is time for the plan!”
“The… uh,” Anon pauses, scratching his head “Plan…”
“Anon, the plan.” Reckless is visibly peeved, leaning forward slightly. “Know plan?”
“Err, no”
The only response from Reckless is a long groan, then a firm, prodding hoof to urge Anon from his chair. “Ow!” was the only sound from Anon’s mouth for the entirety of Reckless’ silent march to the Royal Court.
“No clue how you do things here, forget all, lazy, and horrible at fight.” Reckless’ voice begins to rise “This is big thing, but simple for you, yet still forget?”
“Okay! I get it, no need for a tongue lashing. This is the Ponyville transfer, right? Why do we gotta try and leave? It’s comfy up here.”
“Maybe for indolent. Need doing something, and you are getting rounder with each passing moment” Reckless’ deep frown speaks volumes to Anon. He wasn’t going to make her budge- it was time to approach the matriarch monarch and get approval for the transfer.
“Well, ladies first,” Reckless rolls her eyes as Anon gestures to the door. The royal guard slowly opens the immaculate door. It had to be twenty feet tall, probably worth more than entire towns. The door was woodchips compared to the court itself though. Marble shined deeply with the richest and most elaborate linings possible; there were golden inlays on anything that could support inlays. It was nothing new to the duo, yet it was hard to not be struck by the grandeur each time.
Raiser of the sun, destroyer of blah blah blah. Only sad chumps read her whole title. Surprisingly lax for a ruler, her humility, and rationality overpowered the cruelty of others tenfold. Her legs were tucked, peacefully lying upon the throne.
Celestia only just now noticed the duo entering the hall, lowering her parchment. Reckless immediately snaps to attention and bumps Anon with her flank to ensure he assumes the same position.
Celestia only giggles into her wing at the sight, “There’s no need for that. The most I’ll ever ask of you is a bow.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Reckless, somewhat dejected from the lack of formality, put her hoof on the marble floor.
“What was the subject you wished to discuss?”
Silence falls upon the court, Reckless nudges Anon, he was always the better speaker and…
“N-Nice weather we’re having Princess!” Anon rubs the back of his neck, his eyes darting around the room.
Reckless forces out a laugh, moving in front of Anon to hide his catastrophic spaghetti spillage. “Anon is comical. We wish to be relocated from Canterlot for another post.”
Anon now has sweat streaming from his face, Reckless has begun forcing a horrifically bad smile. The heat from the sun has already melted them, and Celestia hasn’t even begun properly speaking.
Celestia opens her mouth about to speak, but stops herself, instead summoning a quill and parchment from thin air. She jotted down a few words before teleporting them away.
“Well. I can’t say I’m not disappointed in this sudden turn of attitude,” Celestia pauses, summoning another piece of parchment and quill. “Was anything causing you distress here in Canterlot? I assure you that any transgressions against you will be dealt with swiftly.”
“No. We been fine here. It is just bit…” Reckless pauses, trying to find the right word
“Monotonous,” Anon finishes, finally collecting his composure. “We’ve had nothing to do, and to be frank with you princess. The glamor of Canterlot isn’t doing wonders for Reckless and me.”
Reckless rapidly nods her head at this assessment. Celestia’s permanent smile falters a bit, floating the parchment and quill down into Anon’s hand.
“You’ll find all the pertinent details for a transfer on that form,” Anon rapidly signs and passes the parchment to Reckless “You’ll be departing at sunrise tomorrow; I’ll also send a letter to the Mayor of Ponyville to allocate space for your arrival. I’m very sure she’ll appreciate the assistance.”
“We won’t let you down, Princess,” Anon takes a deep bow, and Reckless still snaps a salute, eliciting a giggle out of Celestia.
“There is no time like the present to get prepared for your departure. I’ll be expecting correspondence” Celestia ruffles her wings, silently shooing them out the door. A restored smile upon the ruler's face.
Reckless and Anon take their leave of the chamber, holding their breath on the way out. Only exhaling once past the gargantuan doors. A mere five-minute meeting felt as if they ran a whole marathon.
“Hey, Reckless.”
“Yes, Anon?”
“I’m never entering a room with Celestia in it again.”
Reckless pauses, looking up toward Anon. “That is good idea. Go get packed. Long day tomorrow.”
Anon gives his silent affirmation; departing from Reckless and heading toward his sanctum to pack. Reckless simply looks down at her hoof, taking a moment to admire their withered nature. Maybe this world isn’t going to be absolute tedium after all.