by Jonesly
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Twilight Sparkle had grown used to the unimpeded access she had gained. True, her access had always been high, being the personal student of the Goddess of the Sun tended to be that way. However there had been a marked increase in that access once she’d upgraded from student to lover.
Thus, as she brusquely walked into Celestia’s private rooms, the guards posted didn’t even attempt to slow her down. Walking into the room Twilight suddenly stopped as she saw Celestia. “What are you wearing on your head?”
Celestia looked up from her desk, a desk with pieces of a small model strewn about. “These? These are goggles that magnify small details, perfect for working on the tiny parts of the Naval Simulacrums, have to get it right or the simulations wouldn’t work out. Pony’s LIVES depend on accuracy, Twilight.”
Twilight stopped and stared blankly at her marefriend for a moment, “Ok… Anyways, moving on. I’ve come to tell you that I may have to miss our dinner tonight. It seems that Applejack’s pet Winona broke into her garden.”
“Oh?” Asked Celestia, a calm smile on her face.
“Yes, it seems that she ruined the entire crop of cantaloupe. Applejack asked me if I knew any spells that could help establish pet boundaries and I have spent the morning researching pet training techniques. You don’t mind do you?” Twilight had that look in her eye, Tia noticed. That look that said, “I LEARNED SOMETHING AND I MUST APPLY IT.” Well, it ‘said’ it mostly in the royal canterlot voice.
Celestia snickered, “You mean…”
“Don’t say it,” Twilight instantly responded.
“Oh but I must.”
“Please no, I’m begging.”
“It’s my price for you ditching out on our date”
Twilight sighed, defeated. “Fine, get it over with.”
Celestia grinned, “Twilight, you must help your friend with her melon collie.”
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Celestia held her calm smile until Twilight had left; dropping it only once she was certain her marefriend was truly gone. Then she slowly reached up and removed her goggles. “Oh no, I don’t mind at all, I hadn’t planned on anything special,” she murmured quietly, picking up a small jewelry box she had hidden behind her model. “Maybe I’ll have the courage for it tomorrow…” She sighed, staring at the box, the minutes stretching on as she contemplated both the box, and it’s meaning. “Then again, maybe not…”