“Can you tell me more about the humans, Princess?” The purple filly, levitating a cup of chocolate ice cream in her grasp, eating it in spoonful turns, tasting the rich favor of the delicious food in her mouth, marring her jaw with icing, waiting for her teacher to give her answers to many of her questions that were in her mind that were about to explode in her mind.
The dining room they were currently settle was well-furnish-; decorated from the finest oval table to the chanticleer above them, fully displaying the aesthetic beauty of the castle itself to many who walk its walk for the first time, and many of the dignitaries from the many nations that Equestria had has relations with.
A gust of air blew through the opened doorway to the gardens, allowing it to briefly caress Celestia’s hair before passing along, allowing the hair to be back to its lazy position; long lost the floating that had been a part of her status as a ruler.
On the table, in front of her, was one of the few foods that she has always enjoyed to help alleviate the stresses of the annual work day: a banana cake, with the ice cream on the banana cake itself, allowing the mixture of both tastes to be excellent every time she took a bite.
In her arms, was the little bundle of her, spike. His claws gripping on the alabaster chest of his mother, sucking on the bottle of milk that is magically grasp in his mother’s magic. The baby dragon had long since succumbed to sleeping, due to his species’ physiology that requires him to sleep for about seventeen hours due to the coming of winter.
Celestia slowly hummed to the dragon a lullaby, her smooth voice coating him to a peaceful sleep, not stirring any disturbance from her son. Tilting her head from the dragon to the anxious unicorn, she elicited a smile.
“Well, Twilight. Humans are…” She tailed off, looking for the right answer to possible many of her student’s questions about this mysterious race; even in her older age, she still isn’t well-informed about the humans.
“The humans are a very diverse species, my student.” She answered; the little bundle of joy in her arms jolted a little before setting back into his peaceful manner.
“Please, tell me more.” The small unicorn mused; her eyes sparkle as she almost lean over her chair, waiting for more knowledge from the ancient matriarch; the tapping of ice cream impacting on the table, marring its monogamy surface, sluicing it off and hitting the white, marble floor.
The princess hummed the song a little to the dragon then tilted her head to her student to continue.
“Humans, from what my father has told me, were a very contradictory species: embracing peace, but it wasn’t afraid to go to war, my student. Humans are a fiercely adaptable, able to survive almost in any hostile environment, taming the very land itself, but not exactly how we ponies do it, of course.” The Princess paused as she took out the baby bottle out of spike’s mouth, resulting a b a seeing that it’s empty; she place it on the table, little droplets of milk and spit of her son sloughing the bobble, trailing down until it touched the surface, forming a tiny puddle.
After doing that, she continued on, “They are among the most technologically advanced race; my father recited how his species created machines that could fly like a Pegasus, machines on the ground that make even the fastest carriages looked ‘slowed’. Their advancement I medicine has cured many diseases that were thought to be incurable, saving thousands of lives.
“But the most aspiring fact about them that makes me admirable them is their diversely, with many options, ideas, ideologies, nations, cultural, and even region itself, spanning in every corner of their history, speeding their development.”
Twilight, while listening to her teacher lecture, slowly lick her dry lips, moisturizing them with her spit while she thirst for new knowledge on the humans. The way the princess speaks of them made her even more curious and inquisitive about this species.
“But despite all of their advancements, they’re still like us; they feel love, happiness, anger, sorrow, sad, ignorance, betrayed, rage, and conflict.” Twilight smile dampened a bit after she heard the last part.
“What do you mean, conflict?” Twilight, despite her age and intellectual curiously, drove her to read any book, even ones that aren’t ‘child appropriate’. Oh yes, she had read of Equestria many wars against those who try to conquered the homeland of the ponies, but to hear about a race’s violent history would probably make her cringe.
Rocking her son a little bit, the princess craned her head a little bit, popping her neck from sitting in the seat for too long.
“Yes, my dear student, the humans have long had conflict ever since they developed tools. The will to survive in a hostile world that has always tried kill them, but has always failed. The humans grew stronger from their conflict and strife; building nations atop of others, creating works of art that’d make me tear up, the beauty of their music that’d forever silted through my mind.” Celestia ended her lecture; her face elicited another smile as she awaited her student’s response.
“It sounded like you’ve been there, princess, I mean, the human lands.” Twilight ask, her little mind hunger for more.
“My father had showed me many books and pictures of them back when my family was stilled living in the Everfree forest, which, if I remember correctly are located in my private library.” Twilight’s mind went blank as her eyes dilated into tiny picks. Her ears blocked all sounds coming from the outside world.
From all of her time spending in that library, she didn’t see them. A large, uncrack knowledge of a civilization that is, possible, more interesting than her owns.
Like a Pegasus on a coffee run, she quickly got off of her seat, and bolted towards the dining room entrance, kicking up imaginary plumps of dirt in her wake. A smile was plastered on her face, as she run through the hallways to her prize.
Celestia gave a little laugh at her student sudden departure, she always enjoy the little moments of her always trying to get any knowledge that is unknown to her, even to the point of trying to steal from some (which earned a stern lecture).
But her little memorable moment was soon shatter as the little bundle of joy in her arms, started to cry out for his mother, hunger for milk and some loving.
Sometimes, it was good to be a mother.