Apples, Tanks, N' Badflanks

by ultra1437


Equestrian Intermissions 4 - Insert Witty Joke Title Name Here

Twilight sat in front of Celestia's throne. She looked bored, and her tone reflected it, “Yes, I know that the princesses are missing. We are doing everything in our power to find them.”

Looking down, she couldn't remember this particular noble's name, but she, like pretty much every petitioner before her, had asked her the same few questions. “Where are the princesses? Why didn't the sun rise this morning on time? When will they be back?” After the first five, she had considered addressing them as a whole group, but didn't want to subject herself to their combined snootiness and selfishness.

“Then do you know when they will be back?” the noble asked.

And that's the 12th time the question's been asked that exact way.’ Twilight slouched forward slightly. “I don’t know when exactly they'll return, but as soon as they do, you will be among the first to find out.”

The noble haughtily nodded, accepting her answer. She turned around and strutted out of the room. As soon as the doors shut, Twilight slumped sideways, laying down on the floor undignified. The two guards flanking the staircase couldn't help but hear her groan. They shared a glance, both simultaneously thinking, ‘Like teacher, like student.

“Is that the last one?” Twilight asked, looking down to one of the guards.

“Afraid not, Princess. We've still got a dozen more yet,” the guard replied as he looked down to the docket floating in his telekinesis. “You could address them all at once, if you wanted to, your highness.”

“No, even this torture is better than addressing them all at once. At least they won’t snub me to death in single doses…” She sighed again before sitting up. “Alright, let in the next one.” She returned her face to a neutral expression. ‘We'll get through this, Twilight. Maybe without turning some of them into cacti.’ The door opened, and another noble walked through.