The Sun and the Stars: A Twilestia Prompt Collab

by Fuzzyfurvert


164. Singing by Misago

by Misago

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"You used to sing in battle?"

Princess Celestia looked up from the book she'd been reading, a questioning eyebrow raised at the unusual question. She and Twilight were lying on a cushion in the middle of the couple's living room. Twilight was snugly embraced by Celestia's wing, and the two were enjoying the first quiet hours in a while.

Judging by the book floating in the aura of magenta magic, Twilight had been reading an old history book. One of those Celestia was still embarrassed about, so they were usually placed in between and behind as many cookbooks as the royal library had, where Twilight would hopefully not find them.

The older librarians knew better than to move anything from the cookbook section. Probably, there was an overeager apprentice around.

With a sigh, Celestia nodded. "Yes, I did. Though it was not as much singing as it was reciting incantations that just happened to come in song form."

It was always a sight to see when Twilight went from "Interesting to know" to "Can you teach me? Pleasepleaseplease!" in about half a second. Her eyes sparkled, her ears flicked and, Celestia's favorite part, she became even more affectionate than she already was.

So when she felt Twilight press against her, wings trying to flutter under the feathery white blanket currently holding her, she suppressed a smile and preempted the incoming question with a soft kiss.

"I'm sorry, love." Even after more than a year of marriage, Twilight would never fail to blush at every little kiss, and Celestia loved her for it. "I am afraid that this is something I can not teach you."

"What? Why not?" Twilight's pout was probably one of the most powerful weapons Celestia had ever faced. She had to look away to have any chance of surviving with her willpower intact.

"Because the genetic traits needed for using these incantations died out a long while ago", Celestia explained.

Twilight furrowed her brow at that. "A genetic trait?"

"Yes. It was called Inherent Princess Dependency, and it was only observed in mares coming from a few unicorn family lines about two thousand years ago. Mares found with that trait were taken from their families and trained from a young age to sing with me."

"So, you taught the incantations to them?" A hint of jealousy crept into Twilight's voice, and Celestia quickly pulled her wife closer to her.

"No, they were required for me to use them. If they recited the incantations when I would, their magic would connect, and I could draw that massive power into a spell I wanted to use."

Celestia paused for a moment.

"Come to think of it", she muttered, "that might be where all those rumors of my harem came from..."

Twilight snorted at that. "You disproved those during our wedding night."

"In any case", Celestia continued firmly, hoping that here own blush was not as prominent as she suspected, "these traits died out, and with them the Incantations. I still remember some, but they have little application outside of a war zone."

She sighed again. "Believe me, love. The sight of a lush grassland devastated by magic as powerful as this is something that stays with you."

She felt Twilight nuzzle her neck in consolation, and she leaned into it. It felt good to talk about something she had carried with her for so long. Twilight had done so much for her already, and she had no words for how lucky she was to have her by her side.

"Twilight Sparkle! Sister! There is a problem!"

Both Celestia and Twilight turned to face Luna.

Her mane was a mess. The ethereal mass sparkling with stars had little tufts sticking out of it, and Luna was nervously trying to smooth them down with her hooves. The culprit was easily found.

Balanced on Luna's head and safely held by her magic was a giggling alicorn filly. She had a dark blue coat, a white-and-lavender striped mane, and currently, she was amusing herself with batting whatever of Luna's mane she could reach.

"You said she was supposed to sleep, but she refuses to! I explained to her that she needs rest to grow, but she just keeps doing... that!"

Rolling her eyes and ignoring the tickling sensation of Twilight chuckling into her neck, Celestia used her own magic to float the filly over to her. The foal seemed to enjoy the flight immensely, waving her little legs around and cheering with joy.

"Aw! Is Aunty Luna mean to you, my little Bianca?", Celestia cooed, kissing the filly on her forehead. "Don't worry. Momma Tia and Momma Twi will make sure you will get your sleep."

"'Tis not true! I would never be mean to my niece!", Luna wailed.

Celestia lifted her wing, and Twilight already rolled on her side, receiving her floating daughter and embracing her between her forelegs. So protected, Bianca soon yawned, and fought a visibly losing battle against her body's need to rest.

"And what about the big blue filly?", Twilight whispered to Celestia, in between cleaning Bianca's own unruly mane with her tongue, drawing mewling sounds from the sleepy filly.

Turning her head to face her sister, who was still awkwardly standing behind them, Celestia unfurled her other wing invitingly, and with a blush and a little murmur of not being a foal anymore, Luna was tucked in on her other side.

And with a warm smile to Twilight, Celestia began to quietly sing a song she had learned long ago, a wordless hymn of love and harmony. That was, after all, a much better use for her voice.