One Thousand Years on the Move

by Ravenmane


Evening Four

“Welcome back my faithful bronies,” said Luna pompously. “My compatriot in these interviews has stepped out to do some grocery shopping and has left me to speak with you for a while tonight. Let us see what questions have piled up…”

The sound of her humming Winter Wrap-Up while scanning through a large document of questions was clearly resonating through the apartment.

“Ah ha,” she said after a while. “I enjoy this question here; it seems to be in here every so often. The question is about what piques my interest. I will hold off on the more… erogenous variations of this question and leave it for simply my hobbies.”

“I am very attracted to painting and music. I have grown to enjoy the music you of the herd has created. This however does not mean I like all of it, but I am enjoying it in general. As for past human music, there was many a time where I would listen to Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart from outside while he was composing.”

She thought about it for a while, remembering to add her pauses to the page. “As for the art, I enjoyed sneaking into museums late at night, simply observing the artwork before running from security for amusement. In fact, I used to do that when I was in Chicago, bringing many a guard considerable frustration while trying to catch a large dark figure running to fast to even be human.”

She laughed, “Attending concerts from the shadows was also fun. You humans can be a very entertaining species, especially when I can just relax in plain view of some and make them write me off as a delusion of some sort. Now let’s see how about another one…”

She continued to hum Winter Wrap-Up once she returned to scanning for a question. “Confound this song; it is so hard to remove from my mind. I shall have to make other ponies sing it just to drive my sister crazy. Once she gets it in her head then I will be greatly amused.” Luna continued to examine the document, doing her best to refrain from the song that lingered in the back of her head.

“I see this has cropped up again. Why do I wish to pick upon my sister? It is very simple: I want to get even. If ‘Tia pulled a prank it was humorous and most considered them harmless. Because they were often at my expense, I found them tasteless and rude. I do have dignity of my own after all.”

“You’re talking about our mutually despised mischief maker aren’t you,” I asked.

“Apologies everybrony, my generous host had returned and I shall return after I assist him in taking care of our groceries.”

“On another note, I have veggie wraps for dinner.”

“I hope they did not use mayonnaise this time,” She replied with glee. Luna had loved these vegetable wraps ever since she first had one, but sometimes they come with mayonnaise and it did not please her palette.

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“Right, I’m back now.” I said with a content smile. “Let’s see here.” I scanned over what Luna had written already. “Yes, this is perfect Luna. Thank you for starting without me.”

Luna’s response was unintelligible through her dinner.

“Eat or talk Luna, we can’t understand you if you don’t swallow your food.”

She gave a hard gulp, swallowing her food. “I was trying to say that I strived to match what you had told me to do. Add some narrative and break the dialogue down cleanly.”

“I do have a question about earlier in this log though. What’s with Winter Wrap-Up? I mean it is a little addictive, but surely it isn’t that ingrained in your head.”

“Sadly, I do enjoy it and it has gotten so deep in my mind. I wish to inflict it upon my sister at the very least; it will make the song have merit beyond being an enjoyable song at times.”

“And your,” I cleared my throat, “interests?”

Luna blushed and leaned in, whispering things I shall not repeat. That isn’t to say that the log didn’t have them. I simply chose to delete them.

“Kinky, I didn’t expect something like that from you.”

“That information does not leave this apartment,” Luna exclaimed. “It would be embarrassing to have that made public.”

“I wouldn’t dare share such information my dear.” I began to sift through the question list. “Let’s see if we can find a subject for the rest of tonight…”

Shortly after I began scan I started to hum At the Gala, Luna joined me quickly.

“How’s this one,” I asked her, pointing to the question.

“I suppose so, just not too deep and I will be fine with it.”

“Right,” I smiled, “Luna, how about you tell us about the longevity of both you and your sister?”

“As I said before, we are not some sort of godlike beings. My sister and I are powerful, and events of the past have allowed us to have such capabilities as we possess.”

“There naturally are drawbacks to such powers aren’t they?”

“Yes, but our drawbacks come at the need to provide for others and to wield our powers responsibly. I do want to set the record straight, and formally apologize for the abuse of my powers.”

“You were neglected Luna,” I reassured her. “I know you had your reasons, but it’s in the past.”

“No, it’s more than neglect. I want my sister to know I’m sorry. I acted so cruelly and I have to pay for it.”

I smiled and gave her a hug. “I forgive you if nothing else Luna.”

“Thank you, but you are my host. Are you being so kind because you keep a place for me to stay?”

“Because I care what you think Luna. Because I know you did something, but you can be forgiven for it. Because you mater to everyone.”

“Can we please end our interview here,” she asked with a sniffle.

“I’d like at least one more night of talking for them at the very least.”

“Okay,” she added softly. “If it makes you happier I’ll talk some more for them. Just not tonight okay?”

I tightened my grip around her. “Thank you.”


Author’s Note: I’m sorry this is going so slowly but it’s a little tricky maintaining my train of thought and having to come up with things to talk about. I would love to have some topics from the readers, unless you’d love more melodrama. If you want the drama, I’d like to kindly ask you to tell me that’s what you’re reading for. It’ll help me write something more appealing than this brief chapter.