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// Bad Date - Jonesly - Feb. 2, 2015 
// Story: The Sun and Stars: Lightning Round 
// by JKinsley 
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By Jonesly



Sleep is a glorious thing, Twilight decided. Definitely in the top three of all things glorious and grand. The only possible competition had to be Celestia and Books… and she wouldn’t bet on the books. After days of travel, she and her lover had made it to the continent across the eastern sea. After all, she was told, a once in a millenium diplomatic conference of countries was the perfect place to introduce the newest princess of Equestria. The land was Saddle Arabia, and delegates from all the major countries had gathered.

Twilight had found their rooms absolutely charming. In order to keep up the exotic appeal of her room, the hosts had even provided a small, trained monkey to fetch things for her. She had been delighted and played with the small chap until the strain of her travels had crashed her face first into her pillow.  

“Doctor Princess Sparkle, Princess Doctor Sparkle, wake up! No time for sleep, we gotta go!”

Twilight didn’t even open her eyes before she responded. “Really Tia, must you?” 

The voice was giggling this time. “I really think I must Twilight. I love your new titles.”

Twilight grumbled. “You should, you gave them to me.”

She rolled over in her bed and opened her eyes to gaze upon her monarch. Celestia Morningstar was radiant. Literally. Her hair lightly glowed with the colors of a sunrise. Even at this time, Twilight could do little but gape. 

Celestia dipped her head demurely. “Close your mouth, Beloved, the flies will get in.”

“Is there anything I should know about this conference.” Twilight called as she walked over to the breakfast table. The room felt quieter than it should.  Looking over the array of fruits and vegetables she grinned. She was famished after all and some of these things she had only heard of in books before. 

“Oooh, what’s that?” She asked as she spotted a small wrinkled fruit towards the end of the table. She grabbed it with her magic and floated it towards her mouth. Before she could take a bite, a stronger golden magic slapped the fruit from her grasp and sent it rolling across the floor. It rolled to a stop next to another of the same fruit, with a bite taken out of it that lay next to a small form. 

Twilight looked down on the crumpled, sad little body of the dead monkey. “What happened to him?”

Celestia looked at her with deadly seriousness. “Bad date.”