//------------------------------// // Chapter 7 // Story: The Tale of Adrian // by DarthMalentai //------------------------------// “When is lunch?” She looks at me like I was crazy. “Lunch is in an hour,” She just looks at me and is confused that I just changed the topic that suddenly. ‘She must have expected me to ask about Blueblood.’ I think to myself, hiding my amusement. “There are a few questions though, for food preference. I know you said that you don’t eat meat, and that with how you said you were a omnivore but one thing makes me question what you can eat…” “If you are asking what I can eat plant wise, it probably isn’t as wide as what you can eat.” I plainly state. “Are you saying that there are things you can’t eat that we can?” She asks, looking a little confused. “One of the things are flo…” “Flowers that grow, that’s a no. Flour for baking, that is something I can consume…. I mean when used already in something baked. If I were to eat flour when in a powder form there is literally nothing that would help me in anyway.” I say. “What about salads?” She asks, with a faint look of worry in her face. “Depends on what is in the salad. If there is lettuce, carrots, tomatoes, spinach, and that sort of stuff then I can eat it. If there are flowers, then I can remove them.” I clarify. The look on her face went back to a pensive state; I guess there was more that she was trying to think about what other foods that might not be good. “Look, if you want to see what I can and can’t eat have whoever make a normal lunch and I will ask what is in it. I think that would be best course to go mainly so you can see what I can and can’t eat.” I stand there, hoping that she would say yes to the idea so I wont feel like I am being interrogated by someone. She nods, “Yes, that might be the best course to go. We have a little while yet till then.” She turns toward a guard who stood to her left, and motioned him over. I looked away and lost focus because the pressure, even if it felt like it receded to some degree, was still hammering my senses. After what felt like forever zoning out, I realized that Celestia was trying to get my attention. “Sorry about that, I seem to have lost focus.” I say a little embarrassed. “That does seem to happen when facing the ruler of a nation and you don’t want to offend said ruler,” Her look shows that she might be trying to reassure me but I am still a little uncomfortable to be calmed. “Is there somewhere where I can wait for lunch?” I ask hoping yes. ‘I am not certain but this whole situation is awkward enough make Carl look normal.’ I think to myself. “I could have my guards send you back to the Infirmary, or send you to a guest room. You can choose but sooner or later you will be moved to appropriate accommodations.” She says while looking at me with the blankest of faces I had ever seen. -A while later- “So…what is your choice, Adrian?” Celestia finally asks. I had been standing there for a good while thinking about the choices. “I’ll take…no….maybe….” ‘God why can’t my brain come up with the fucking answer already!’ I scream mentally at myself for not being able to decide.’ Celestia looks close to forcing the decision onto me completely.’ “You know what, Adrian? Since you are a guest I will not force you into a choice but I will suggest taking the guest room. Does that work for you?” I nod my head at that. “Now….” Her ears flick towards the doors noticeably enough, so I turn to see what it is. The door opens suddenly, and I see…”AUNTIE!!” Blueblood shouts, looking close to anger. He stops when he notices me, then proceeds with whatever he was on about. As he entered though I lost all interest in what he was saying. That didn’t stop me from listening to his “plight” occasionally. “Blueblood.” Celestia speaks finally. “…And the thought that she thinks she can just blow off an important…” “ Blueblood.” Celestia speaks a bit louder. “….I mean the nerve of her to think she is better than me is outra…” “BLUEBLOOD!” Celestia shouts, and knocking me down in the process. “Sorry, Adrian. Now Blueblood, what have I told you about wasting my time with all these pitiful squabbles that you go through, and the nerve to make them seem important enough to waste the day court hours is beyond me.” She scolds Blueblood. I smirked as the whole thing went down. ‘So Blueblood wastes her time often then? That is kinda sad.” I think to myself. “But Aun…” Blueblood starts. “Just..*sigh*..be reasonable.” Celestia says calmly. “There is probably a reason that she couldn’t show up for the date. You know how busy some of the families have been, and you trying to get on with some of their daughters is…” she looks deep in thought for a second, “…irritating. To say the least that is.” “What do you mean irritating?” I ask curiosity getting the better of me. “Adrian, do not get in this conversation. Let’s just say this isn’t the first or the hundredth time this has happened.” She states with a slight hint of disgust in her voice. “Now Blueblood, let me make this clear. Since the economy has been steadily dropping for the past decade I have to manage all the finances. The idea that you throw huge parties and invite hundreds of ponies and the amount of property destruction costs a lot, AS YOU KNOW. The only reason that you have not been serving anytime is because I hope you learn your lesson soon and stop these mad parties. By Tartarus, that last party you threw caused enough damage to make Ponyville look like they are normal.” She states, exasperation and slight depression tingeing all her words. I take another look at Blueblood. He looked away from Celestia and looked like he wasn’t even listening anymore. “Blueblood.” I say in an even tone. He doesn’t turn towards me, nor does anything move. “Celestia.” She looks at me with a knowing look. “I know. He usually doesn’t pay attention at this point. Here let me try something.” She looks with a sly smile at Blueblood. “Blueblood, I can’t believe you didn’t see that there was a black spot on the back of your neck.” At that Blueblood’s eyes open wide and immediately react. “WHERE! WHAT HAS MARRED MY COAT! I NEED A MIRROR!” And with that he galloped from the room. “What was that all about?” I ask, very curious. “Blueblood is basically in love with how he looks and if there is anything he hates more, it is something to tarnish his looks.” She states, still holding a smile. “So ,Adrian, are you ready for lunch?” She asks, emitting a grumbling sound as well. “Wha…Oh sure. Just lead the way.” And at that Celestia gets up, and I follow her. ‘Who knows maybe I can eat more than I was initially thinking I could here.’ I think to myself hoping for maybe something delicious and satisfying.