The Sun and the Stars: A Twilestia Prompt Collab

by Fuzzyfurvert


47. Flower by Pearple Prose

by Pearple Prose

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Twilight Sparkle pondered the flowers growing in the Garden. She wondered why there were so many different kinds, each with their own shapes and colours. Why wasn't there just one species? It would certainly be simpler. More organised. Twilight Sparkle liked organisation.

Tentatively, the little filly picked a small flower with her mouth, and ran over to a lush green tree in the centre of the luscious meadow. Curled up in the shade by the great oak, a white alicorn sat, reading an old journal with a gentle, wistful smile upon her face.

When she saw Twilight, her smile became a bright grin. "Well, hello there, little one. What have you got there?"

Twilight blushed, and dropped the flower in front of her mentor. "Princess, why are there so many different flowers?"

"Why?" Celestia gestured grandly to the lush, beautiful Canterlot Gardens around them. "Because so many wonderfully talented ponies worked together to plant and grow all the plants in this meadow—"

"No," Twilight realised that she had interrupted the princess, and blushed wildly. "Um, I mean, uh, sorry, but... why isn't there just one type of flower?"

Celestia blinked. Then she pondered the question, scratching her chin with a hoof. "Let me answer your question with another question," She bent her neck down to give Twilight her full attention. "Have you ever heard of the language of flowers?"

Twilight bent her head and bit her lip, then shook her head no. Smiling knowingly, Celestia raised her head and cleared her throat, and the filly immediately sat down and perked her ears.

"A long time ago, earth ponies asked themselves the very same question you just did. But before books and libraries, ponies had to find their own answers," Celestia plucked the flower off of the grass and inspected it, "And thus, the language of the flowers was born."

There was a moment of silence as the little filly mulled over this new information. Then: "So what's that flower mean, your Majesty?"

"This one is called a daisy," Celestia tucked it into Twilight's mane, "And it means 'innocence'."

Twilight's eyes rolled up into her head as she tried to look up at her forehead, and Celestia had to stifle a giggle. Then, with a gasp of delight, the filly ran off into the bushes again. She returned a moment later with two more flowers in her magical grasp. "Princess! What about these!"

Celestia took a tall, bright yellow plant from her student. "Ah, now this is a sunflower. Earth ponies grew them in honour of the sun and myself."

Twilight's bright eyes sparkled in the sunlight. "What does it mean?"

The princess blushed in embarrassment. "'Adoration', I believe." She frowned at the sunflower. "Shame about the taste. Far too many seeds." She stuck her tongue out, winking at her student as if they were sharing a private joke.

Twilight giggled, then prodded the other flower. "And this one?"

Celestia smiled indulgently as she picked up the bright red plant. "Oho, now this one is special. This flower is called...


"...A rose?"

Twilight smiled at Celestia, who looked at the flower in her hooves with stunned silence.

"Mhm. I went back to the Gardens recently and... well, I saw this and I couldn't not give it to you, really."

"A red rose," Celestia smiled, tears prickling at her eyes.

"'The flower of love.'" They spoke simultaneously. Celestia laughed, and darted in for a long, passionate kiss.

Twilight broke away, walked over to the door to the bedroom, and gave her marefriend a sultry grin. She held the rose in her mouth.

"Shame about the taste. Far too many thorns." She purred.