A maid in the Princesses’ personal dining chamber lifted a plate from a cart in her magical grasp. A cylindrical white blob sat in the center. Two thin slices of mango sat beside the blob and a similar coloured sauce had been spread on the plate and blob in a zigzag pattern. She placed it at a table where the solar princess sat. She bowed her head in thanks and the maid did the same. As she lifted up her spoon for her dessert, the doors to the room opened. The younger of the two sisters walked in with a slight spring to her step. A serious expression on her face created a contradiction to her happy movements. She stopped at the other end of the table and sat down.
“Celly,” she greeted.
“Lulu,” Celestia said. “Would you care for some dessert?”
“I’d love some.” Luna turned to the maid. “Some mango pudding please.” The maid placed a plate with a yellow cone shaped blob on it in front of Luna. A small pyramid of raspberries sat on top of it and three leaves stuck out from the middle of the pyramid. The maid bowed before heading towards the exit. Luna picked up her spoon. “I was hoping to talk to you about something that the country has forgotten.”
“Forgotten?” Celestia asked. She placed her spoon in her mouth. “You’re going to have to be more specific, Luna. There are a lot of traditions that are no longer around anymore.”
“I’m not talking about traditions such as how we’re greeted,” the lunar princess said mouth full of pudding. “I’m talking about a certain holiday that we no longer celebrate.”
Luna carefully cut her pudding. “A holiday that has united our people in celebration. One where nothing but the celebration matters, and all of the walls set up by social classes break down because of it.”
Celestia smiled. “Ah yes, I remember that,” she said. “I loved that celebration. Everything was so perfect with egalitarianism existing for a very brief moment rather than being a fantasy.”
“Precisely.” Luna pointed her spoon at Celestia. “That is why I suggest that we bring it back. The bourgeoisie have forgotten that they are no different from everypony else. They need to be retaught that lesson.”
“You don’t have to tell me that,” the solar princess said rolling her eyes. “They’re no different, and yet they believe that their titles and wealth makes them better somehow. Take those away and what do you they have?”
“Nothing, sister.”
“Exactly. You’re right though, they need to see that everypony is the same, even ponies like us who are supposedly infallible. And what better way than celebrating Kronia?”
“That’s exactly what I’m… wait.” Luna’s spoon stopped its journey. “Kronia?”
“It’ll be nice to not have our hierarchical relationship with our citizens again,” Celestia continued. “Perhaps they’ll treat us as ourselves rather than our titles when it happens.” She sighed as fantasies of titles disappearing entered her head. “I’ll make an announcement to everypony in…”
“I believe you’re mistaken in which celebration I want to bring back,” Luna interrupted. “I do not wish to bring Kronia back. I wish to reintroduce Saturnalia to our citizens.”
“Saturnalia?” Celestia asked in shock. “Why would you want to bring Saturnalia back? It was nothing but rampant hedonism.”
“So is Kronia,” Luna deadpanned. “Kronia happens in the summer just when the Summer Sun Celebrations happen, I doubt that the citizenry can take two days of constant celebrations. Saturnalia would be better because it happens in the darkest time of the year when light is needed.”
Celestia laughed. “And you think they can take a week of it? Luna, a day of hedonism is better than a week in the long run. Just think of the recovery time that we’d all need. Besides, Hearth’s Warming Eve falls just after it. I don’t think you’d want sick ponies to celebrate one of the most important celebrations in the country.”
“There are three days between it and the end of Saturnalia, that’s plenty of time,” Luna defended. “We need Saturnalia to break down the walls!”
“No, we need Kronia,” Celestia calmly declared.
“Saturnalia!” Luna said, voice shaper and slightly louder.
“Kronia.” Celestia’s voice grew louder.
“Saturnalia!” Luna screamed hooves hitting the table.
Celestia stood up. “Kronia!” she yelled slamming the table. The two sisters glared at each other, neither turning their gaze away. “We’ve reached an impasse.”
“Indeed we have,” the midnight blue alicorn agreed. “But we agree that the bourgeoisie need one of these celebrations to see that they are just like everypony else. I supposed that we can’t bring back both?”
“Not immediately; for now we can bring back one. And there’s only one way to decide.”
“Agreed.”
Both Celestia and Luna lit up their horns. The gems on their regalia flipped over revealing a thin disk. In Celestia’s regalia was a gold disk with a stylized sun on it while in Luna’s was a silver disk with a stylized crescent moon. They pulled their disks out, turning the pictures towards them. The disks fused together forming a gold and silver coin. The auras around the coin tossed it into the air. It landed on the table spinning on its edge. The two stared at it with intense concentration. As it slowed to a stop, they saw the moon facing up.
“Success!” Luna cheered. “Saturnalia returns!”
“Very well,” Celestia sighed as she sat back down. “I’ll make a Royal Decree in a few days to tell the country of their new holiday. Can you tell everypony in Night Court?”
“Of course.” Luna smirked. “Admit it, Celly, you’re a happy that Saturnalia is returning.”
“I would have been happier if Kronia returned. I have fonder memories of it,” she mumbled. “I barely remember what happened during Saturnalia.”
“How many of them do you remember?”
“And therein lies the problem, Luna. I wanted Kronia back so that I could remember the fun we had.” Celestia smirked. “Though I suppose this is a good thing. This is going to be the first Saturnalia in a long while that I’ll remember.”