Dear Diary,
We had a party tonight. It was really fun and we all got to dress up in a costume that we made in textiles class. It took me three whole weeks to make mine, but Sergeant Pickaxe said it was the best one in the whole class. I’d made a uniform the same as my Daddy had worn whenever he had gone to meetings and things, it looked really good, as good as Daddy’s always looked. Daddy would’ve been proud if he’d seen it. I looked just like him, a great warrior for King and country.
And that’s what the party was for. The Royal family, living in the big house at the top of the cliff had had another foal that same day. It was cause for celebration apparently, though I don’t know why. Everypony seemed really happy about it, as if foals were only born once in a blue moon (which is funny Diary, because when we looked into the sky there was actually a blue moon. I could see it).
There was a competition in our school over naming the new foal, which was a filly by the way. Each one of us had to come up with a name and then the royals would pick which one they thought was best. Blankety said that if they wanted a good name for a foal they should call her what he called his Princess doll, ‘Lady Blankety’. He really liked the idea of the new Princess being names after him. I think he wrote down the name gazillions of times on his piece of paper just so that they could see how much he wanted it. There were other names from our class too, like ‘Twilight’ or ‘Airy Fairy, or even ‘Picnic Princess’ but none of them were picked in the end. I didn’t think any of the names were good for a Princess anyway, I didn’t write anything like that; I decided to put down something to do with what my Daddy used to tell me.
When we were at home he used to tell me the story of a lunar Princess who controlled and watched over all of the stars in the sky. It was this Princess that created and cared for the stars that belonged to a pony on Equestria. So my star and Daddy’s star and Blankety’s star and even the new Princess’ star would be protected by this lunar mare. I loved that story, it was my favourite. That’s why I thought there couldn’t be any better name then something to do with that story. I wanted the new Princess to be a ‘Luna’ Princess, just like the nice mare in the story. And guess what…The King picked my name out of all the rest. The new filly was named Luna.
I was really proud when the King gave his speech and told us that I was the winner. There was no other prize but I didn’t need one. I was really happy. Even when Blankety won the costume competition dressed as Lady Blankety I didn’t mind, I cheered like anything. His dress was really pretty and it was brave of him to dress up like a mare so he did deserve it. Lots of ponies danced with him on the dance floor and kept stepping on the dress; he got really annoyed when somepony stepped on it so hard that a piece of the fabric tore on the bottom of it.
I didn’t dance much. I stood by the drinks and food watching everypony else. I was still really happy about my name being picked. Another foal was stood next to me, a white filly. Her dress was really pretty and I told her that. She smiled at me. She had a nice smile; she had the same pearly white teeth that I had. Not many ponies have teeth like mine. She didn’t have one sticking out like I did, but she said it made me look cute. ‘Cute’ I told her ‘I’m the bravest stallion in the whole of Equestria’. This made her giggle for some reason. She had a really nice laugh.
She was wearing a costume just like the rest of us. A pretty pink dress with glass slippers and a face mask. I couldn’t see most of her face but I could see her eyes. She had nice eyes. Daddy used to say that ponies can tell whether somepony is going to be nice or not by looking at their eyes and seeing if they looked kind. She definitely looked kind, and she acted it too.
I spent most of the night stood with her. She didn’t like dancing, that’s why she was standing as far away from the dance floor as possible. I tried to make her come and do a dance with me but she refused, blushing at me because she felt bad about it. She didn’t have to feel bad about it, I understood what she was feeling.
She was really proud of me when I told her about my coming up with the name of the new Princess, she even thanked me for it. I knew that somepony would like it. Every now and again she would look around, but she still listened to what I was saying, and she answered back. I liked her, she was really nice. And she seemed to like me too.
I thought that maybe we could’ve spent some more time together but she’d left when I’d gone to the toilets because I’d drank too much milkshake. I was really upset when I saw she’d gone. I wanted to be friends and find out more about her. I suppose it’s okay though, she goes to my school and she’s probably in my class so I can find her quite quickly. I haven’t found her yet but I think that Punelope at the back keeps staring at me, like she remembers what happened at the party. She’s the funny filly in our class.
Oh well, I’ll see what she says tomorrow. Right now I’m tired and my tummy misses the milkshake so it’s growling at me really angrily.
I’ll find the filly tomorrow.