To fall up in darkness, to be twisted and spun, then have the cold heavy light thrust upon me. To hear thy voice beaconing, comforting, and so I go to thee.
For then have we found soled ground, to wake and all be made in a celestial manifestation. I lay next to sapphire form, on emerald grass.
Blue diamond sky O’er head, whale flowers bloom on dark rick brush, like radiant embers burning with shimmering ruby and topaz.
I turn to thee, and gaze on eternity. To embrace thy heart for warmth, to feel its beat soothingly.
I have proffered up my heart to thee, when thou were effulgence in Notos breath.
Thy offer up supplication to me, we see recompense of benevolence.
Be shaken not for fear not, thou haste taken part in our heart.
The sinking dawn brings up rain, which through sunlight likens falling crystal tears from the heavens. When the night alters up I will send unto it a kiss, and have frozen it.
Wherefore, all will turn to silver glass, and be as the final one’s dream. For it is a dream, a dream for purity, a dream for golden minds and silver souls, tis a home for wiry and confused.
Be tribulations not, nor sufferings nowhere. This is my home; this is my heart, for this is my dream.
Luna could not help but smile as she read Favonian’s letter, it was on a dream he had of her in a beautiful place of his making. A dream she may have been in, and had a hoof in making.
She held the letter to her chest and fell on her bed, her pillows and blankets were flung to fall where they may, which is sure to burden the servants that already cleaned the bed. She looked at the flower he had sent with the letter. An Althea, a lovely purple plant that looked so innocent in her magic, however, she knew why he sent it to her, for he only sent one. Many flowers have meanings and in this forgotten language, the Althea speaks ‘I am consumed by love’. She pressed the soft petals to her lips.
"How is this, thing we feel come to pass, bliss and joy in the knowing of a friend that loves us. But tis more than love, tis more by the stars we don’t know nor care what it is, all the world be damned we feel. For years we have not, could not dared not to feel and have passion. Forever pushing it down and locking it away no more, tis bursting to overflow. We just can’t get enough, the empty hole inside is filling up.” She kicked her legs excitedly and turned over to get on her hooves. As she skipped to the door on her way to night court, she asked.
“How long has it been? How long since we have seen his face for real?” she said out loud as she walked with some pip in her step.
“We think tis been a month and one half. We need to pay him more visits in his dreams until he returns.” She was walking up to her throne.
“Until who returns your majesty?”
“Aahh!” she nearly fell from her seat. “Don’t do that Ion!” the sea green earth pony assistant blushed at his scolding, and meeped out a small forgiveness.
“Tis alright Ion, we were just lost in thought is all. Now tis just one who has the honor to be in our best interest.” She smiled.
“Oh, has one of the Blueblood Prince boys finally got you?” he teased, to which she scoffed.
“He is not even a noble to speak truth, and so therefore, is very modest and more princely then any foolish boy from the Blueblood family.” She told.
“Well if I may say, they’re not going to be happy about it.” He sighed.
“To hell with them as far we are concerned. What is first this fine Night court?” she asked.
"Well, they will not be happy about it, however, I can say I am most joyous to see you have found someone to love and to hold.” He smiled.
“Aaawww, well thank thee Ion.” She put a hoof on his shoulder.
we will have to send him the potion of prayer, that will give us instant communication. she thought. T'will be in our next letter.