The loud booming voice of my father was replaced with a strongly toned inside voice, “Agggg! Thou art always like this! We say that the mare should be executed for her treasonous actions!”
My heart stopped
A soft, caring voice responds “Now dearest, calm thine self. Thou is thinking with thine sword rather than mind.”
And it started again, I silently move away from the door and run off, mom always knows best… And when I'm spying.
--later--
The minutes tick by like ages as I throw and catch a weird sphere that Twilight gave me. It was amusing… Kinda like the balls I played with only smaller, and you could squish it without popping it.
Then the door basically got blown open.
A large groan occurs as my father enters the room. “Thou sister is siding with thou mother. Where doest th-” He sees the ball, contingency 8. I throw the ball out the window and look at him cutely.
“Sorry father dearest, sister gave that to us to keep us amused while we waited for mother to finish speaking with thou! It was amusing for the moment!” I strike when his guard is down with a hug!
He chuckles and says, “ah… What would we do without you?” He envelops me in a tight hug… Too tight…
I squeak out, “Father……. air….. please….” I am let out of the bear hug very quickly.
He nuzzles my forehead, “Sorry sweetie, we hath never expected to be cornered by thou mother and sister. It… is frightening.”
I sigh, “Forgive us father, but we agree with our dearest mother and sister. Slaying the alicorn is unnecessary, and by all accounts she did that to make our sister happy, and we believe it!"
He looks like he was struck by an arrow. Then his gaze softens, “Very well…. we shall think of a plan to prove her innocence.” He then trods out of the room, going elsewhere to think.
--Celly’s POV 20 minutes later--
I walk into the room, my death room I’m sure. My dad’s office is adorned with shimmering banners of the various noble houses. With the large banner of an eclipsing moon behind his desk. The lights are even off so they're basically my onl-
“Stop inner monologuing and look me in the eyes, Celestia Sol.” My father grunts out. He is so impatient.
I do what he says, looking him square in the eyes. Hoping that my fierce face that I’ve practiced is coming out. “Yes, father?” I squeak out… well there goes any signs of confidence.
“You directly disobeyed me. Allowed a stranger to take you outside of the walls. Stole from the royal kitchens outside of lunchtime, and neglected your studies for an entire week in exchange for some, He gags, Fun.”
“Y… yes we did father….” I sigh, he pretty much hit all the main points.
“But! Your mother has convinced me to spare you and your friend. You are no longer under disciplinary action, but are required to assist her in any way, shape, or form you possibly can for her task of redemption.”
I gulp, “It's nothing dangerous right, father?”
He sighs and pulls out a VERY long list. “You two will be planning the very first party for the upper echelon of nobility. We are calling it the Grand Galloping Gala. You both must plan several things, to start: food, music, entertainment, schedules, appetizers, dress codes for the guests, dress code for the servants, timing, brightness of the sun/moon, location within the castle, hedge size, hedge length, hedge height, servant visibility, servant invisibility, greeters, greeting, housing for visiting dignitaries that may or may not be invited... “ I pretty much zone out here, completely overwhelmed as I fall on my back splayed out
“I would've rather taken a beating…” I say with circles floating over my head
“That was only page one my dear daughter, we still have 200 more things to go through.” He says with a obvious grin.
“Helllllllpppppppp”
--Twilight’s POV--
“I’M DOING WHAT?!” I say before a hoof makes contact to my face in a snap out of it slapping motion
“Thanks, but I’M DOING WHAT NOW? I’m planning a party for… ohhhh I’m gonna be sick…” I gag, I’m pretty sure I just screwed up every timeline possible. No no, time doesn't work like that.
The beautiful white mare in front of me with a gold wavy mane speaks in her soft voice. “Do not fret, princess. You should be happy that my husband was able to be convinced so easily. Though having the entire family averse to killing aside him helped quite a bit.” She giggles again, it's calming, and reminds me a lot of Celestia when I was a filly in her tutelage. Only to an extensive degree.
“Still, is this the only way? I should have been home days ago.” It’s true… I’m starting to lose minutes. While the spell kept my location in time and space suspended, such suspension gets weaker. Over time a year here will be about…. carry the two…. *Gulps* 144.99424626006936023 hours back home…
She sighs, “very well, let me just get your banishment papers read-”
“No no no! That won't be necessary!” I interrupt almost immediately
“Glad we came to an accord then. Now let us go over what you must do…” She materializes a list.
“Ahem… You both must plan several things, to start: food, music, entertainment, schedule, appetizers, dress code, dress code for the servants, timing, brightness of the sun/moon, location within the castle, hedge size, hedge length, hedge height, servant visibility, servant invisibility, greeters, greeting, housing for visiting dignitaries that may or may not be invited, Invitations, snacks, snacks for the workers, the people we are hiring for the setup, the setup, taking care of my daughters that night and your personal hygiene. That is all.” She steps out of the room
I blink, “Wait, what was that last one!?” I chase her out of the room but in typical alicorn fashion she’s gone and out of sight.
‘What did she mean by that…?’ I ponder to myself while walking down the hallway
Then a speeding white bullet hits me. Right in the chest.
“You're okay! You're okay! Sorry for getting you stuck in prison for 4 days, but you're okay!” The white bullet hugs me tightly
“Ugh, getting plowed into wasn't how I imagined our first interaction when I got out of here.” I giggle and hug the filly back
“What can I say? I'm happy that I can finally see you again! But we better get to work… we've only got a month for planning.”
I nod, “right! We need to..”
We then say simultaneously. “make a schedule!”
Somewhere, across time, Spike got a random hankering to make a list.