The Prompt: Princess Luna visits an old friend.
“It is not as though we had no finer times…” she began hesitantly, the gleaming stone of the monument casting long shadows over the gardens. “We may recount many a time of frivolity and joy during our youth.”
She stared at it, expecting. Perhaps expecting it to bend down to greet her. Perhaps confirming that all of this were some elaborate prank that had gone on far too long, whiffing on its punchline.
“We daresay that the joyous occasions mayhaps even outnumbered those of a more... odious nature. But…certainly not in their length.” She paused to paw at the damp earth beneath her hooves. “Nor even in their severity.”
With a sigh, she planted herself unceremoniously in the sodden earth with a disconcerting squelch.
A most undignified pose, we’re certain, she mused to herself with a dismissive snort, keenly aware of the guard’s eyes upon her as well as her failure of decorum.
“What you have done is unforgivable…there is no doubt of that…there are no excuses that we may make for it, hope as we might to reconcile our memories,” she stated in a cold tone, eyes narrowing in anger before softening as they drifted downwards to the saturated soil. Casually, she lifted a hoof to her eyes, watching as the unnatural mixture dripped from her well-worn hoof cuff. “But…you allowed us laughter…your…your…” She frowned as the words came to mind haltingly. “Your…lightness of spirit helped to raise our own and…we’re are uncertain what can replace you.”
Rising from the mud, flanks caked uncomfortably in the odd slurry but uncaring for the moment, she glared at the chimeric statue.
“Perhaps there may be another time, dear Discord…” she murmured sadly as she turned to her entourage, their eyes straying from her out of respect. With a sigh, she strode back towards the shell of what was to be a grand monument, a soaring tribute to order over chaos.
It made her feel sick, a dark knot twisting in her stomach.
And perhaps it may come sooner than later…