"Sunny, it's time to eat," somepony said while shaking me. Releasing a yawn, I opened my eyes to see the face of my mom, who was looking down at me with a playful smile. "Your friends are here as well," she added, which resulted in a groan from me.
"Ok, ok. I'm up," I grumbled while rubbing my eyes with my hooves. On instinct, I got off my bed on the right side, which led to me putting most of my weight on my right forehoof, causing me to yelp in pain. "I don't think I'll be walking there," I said to nopony in particular after I put on my regalia.
"You're right," my mom said, "That's why I'm going to carry you there."
What?
Before I could protest, I was lifted up by my mom's magic and deposited onto her back. "I don't have a choice, do I?" I asked, to which I got a no in response, along with a smirk. As we got closer to the dining room, I could hear the voices of my friends chatting about various things, though I couldn't make out what they were saying.
My friends bowed when they noticed my mom enter the room.
“Where is Sunny at?” Fluttershy asked when she got up from her bow, “If you don’t mind me asking, that is?”
“She’s right here,” she said as I looked past her.
“Hi girls,” I greeted them as my mom deposited me onto the one of the many chairs at the table.
“You certainly look the part now, Darling,” Rarity commented as she took a look over me. However, when she noticed the bandages on my right foreleg, she said, “Darling! What happened?”
“I….May or may not have sprained it during a fighting lesson,” I said sheepishly. Now I had their attention. While they looked at me with shocked expressions, I took samples of the food, trying to decide what I want. When I finally decided, Twilight turned her glare towards her mentor.
“Why did you let her learn how to fight?” she asked, looking like she is at the breaking point.
Before my mom could reply, I beat her to the punch.
“You beat her to the punch?!” Pinkie screamed out while we all looked at her in confusion.
“Pinkie, there is no punch here,” I said, “What are you talking about?” Before Pinkie could continue, an orange hoof covered her mouth.
“Do ya really want tah know?” Applejack asked. I had to admit, she had a point.
“No, I don’t. Anyway, the reason why I’m learning how to fight is so that I can defend myself and so we don’t have a repeat of what happened when I was captured last time,” I said with a shudder, cringing at the memory.
Twilight still looked angry, but dropped the subject. “Now then, how about we eat?” I asked, to which everpony’s stomach rumbled in agreement. After we ate, me and my friends started to trade stories about what happened since we last seen each other. Though that was brought to an end when we heard the door open to reveal a light gray coated unicorn with a light amber mane with a compass rose for his cutie mark.
“Auntie, You’re needed in…” he stuttered to a stop when he saw us. I took a look at Rarity and noticed that she was giving him the death glare. I don’t know what he did, but Rarity seems to have a bone to pick with him. Then he took a look at me and marched over to me.
“And who might you be?” I asked with a raised eyebrow. I could hear the sounds of giggling around me, though I had no idea why. The Unicorn just looked shocked, shock that was replaced with anger.
“How could you not know me?” he demanded, “After all, I am Princess Celestia’s nephew,” he said as he stuck his nose up.
“And I’m her daughter,” I said in return, which received more giggles, “If you really wanted to be known, you wouldn’t be a suck up brat of a pony who only care for himself,” I narrowed my eyes, “If you don’t want to get hurt, I suggest you back off.” I left it at that.
“And what are you going to do, foal?” he said, causing the other mares to gasp.
“Blueblood,” my mom warned, “There is nothing that I can do to stop her now,” she said with a smirk. He just frowned at her.
“What are yo-” he started before he got hit in the head by a vase before getting picked up by my magic and thrown across the room. At this point, Rainbow and Rarity were on the floor laughing their hearts out while the others trying to suppress their giggles that were threatening to turn into full blown laughter.
“Sunny, I don’t think that last part was necessary,” she said with a frown.
“I would of gone easier on him if he didn’t call me ‘foal’” I said with a smirk.
My mom turned to the guards at the door, who were trying not to laugh, “Take Blueblood to the infirmary,” she told them. They saluted and took Blueblood away.
“I guess I’m in trouble?” I asked.
“Yes,” she says simply.
‘I don’t care what the punishment is, but that was so worth it.’