From her tower, Celestia could appraise just how much destruction her cannon had caused. Her field was still lush with walls, hills, even bubble trees; Luna’s was nearly flat and uninteresting with the only piece sticking out like a sore was the untouched tower on the far end of the field. She could see Luna staring back at her, but she couldn’t make out what emotion she might be expressing. She raised her hoof to her mouth, getting ready to yell, but something else caught her attention.
An odd scent infiltrated her nose when she raised her hoof too close. Something was wrong. She sniffed it and discovered that it wasn’t dirty, but too clean. Her hooves had been touching the cleansing soap for so long that they actually began to become odorous and foul, like a soft spring breeze carrying the delightful essence of blooming flowers turning into a gale that shoved its scent into her nostrils.
Celestia turned around and looked at the flag standing in the center of the room. In contrast to everything else, it was an actual flag. It was triangular in design and had her cutie mark sewn into the center. The background of which were her hair colors. It too, smelled.
“Celestia!”
Upon hearing her sister’s voice, she snapped out of her observational manner and returned her attention to her sibling. “Yes, Luna?” To her surprise, she needn’t scream as the silence of the room allowed her to talk and still be heard. It was as if they were right next to one another.
“How many Alicorns does it take to win at Capture the Flag?”
Her eyebrows furrowed. “Tell me, Luna.”
“Two. One to win and the other to weep like a miserable foal when she’s lost.”
“Luna, you shouldn’t talk about yourself in such ways.” She giggled as tiny specs of red appeared on her sister’s cheeks.
“I- what, you!”
“No no, Luna, a princess shouldn’t stutter.” She pretended to hold something in her hoof, holding it upright as one might when offering it to another. She stuck her chin up and said, “one must act with dignity and poise.”
“Why don’t you come up here and say that to my face. Oh no, you can’t, your mouth and bottom are so big they need their own city-states!”
She gasped in shock. She placed her two front legs on the windowsill and yelled, “Well your ego needs an entire country!”
“How can you even hear me with those color extensions hanging over your ears all the time?”
Luna immediately began to regret that decision. Celestia’s hair, normally constantly flowing and carried by an invisible breeze, began to flick around wildly like an unkempt flame. “You dare question my hair?” The colors began to intensify, glowing lighter and undoubtedly brighter. She began to look like a flame as even her fur was slowly changing to a luminescent orange.
“You dare question my hair!? Now you’ve crossed the line! This is over!”
Luna was unsure of what happened after that moment. She blinked and missed it all. Somehow, in a matter of a fraction of a second, her sister had teleported herself to the ground and loaded herself into the cannon. She desperately attempted to conjure a protective shield, but Celestia had already launched herself. She looked like a meteorite and moved with as much fury and speed as one as well.
In one moment, Celestia had blown through her tower wall and knocked Luna over onto her back. Celestia pinned down her sister onto the floor with the flag next to her. It had Luna’s mark of the crescent moon with a black background and purple splotches in the corners. Celestia, slightly tinged from the force of her own magic and hair, turned her head towards Luna and the flag constantly.
Luna looked into her eyes and Celestia met her gaze. She bent down her head, which was now at this point on fire and…