Dear Princess Ember,
First and foremost, I would like to congratulate you on behalf of all of Equestria for finally being the first native of the Dragon Lands I’ve had the pleasure of communicating with in the last few years. The last time I’ve had any sort of discourse was with a very insecure male, and that hadn’t exactly ended on the brightest of notes for either of us and--
I’ll start over. Hi, I’m Princess Celestia, ruler of Canterlot and sister of the pony that has bi-monthly shouting matches with your father, Torch. Or should I call him Former Dragon Lord Torch? Does it matter to you? I hope not.
Anyway, I write this letter to you partially as a humble greeting from another fellow princess across the land and sea. While I understand that you might not be buddy-buddy with many of ponykind, I should hope that some friendly correspondence can change the diminutive appearance dragons have seen us as for millennia.
That being said, I also bear a warning for one of our fellow princesses, and it is one you have already met. You may not have picked up on Twilight’s thirst for knowledge of your kind--or perhaps you had, somewhat. You did give her permission to write to you should she have any questions about dragon culture, and she grew so excited at this prospect she wrote to me about this new line of communication with you.
Which I am using right now to state that you will be flooded with a tsunami of questions ranging from how many gatherings you arrange to what favorite time dragons love to hunt for their hoard. She’ll ask you all about how you made your armor, from the type of metal used down to the exact temperature your dragonfire was at for shaping and molding, and the quenching fluid that was used. She’ll also definitely ask you how your father Torch designed a cave that was half his size with those big, meaty claws of his. From that, she will cleanly segue into asking about how he met your mother. I am not joking.
But seriously, in case you thought I was joking, Twilight sent me a copy of the list of questions she had prepared to ask you in small installments. The complete list started in my room, rolled downstairs, exited into the garden, fully navigated my rebuilt hedge maze and looped around my bird fountain. Then it re-entered the castle through the ballroom and wound its way through the hallways to my throne room, where it proceeded to cover every square inch of flooring before exiting the front door and stopping just before it reached the main gate.
I hope you have a comfortable chair or a lot of free time on your claws, because going through this entire list would take anywhere from three whole months to years to answer, depending on the frequency at which she asks these questions. I am also willing to bet that there will be quite a few questions that you’ll refuse to answer, particularly the questions related to the very intimate nature of dragons. This may sound like an odd solution, but I suggest you have your father Torch answer some of those questions you'd rather not touch with a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole. I believe Twilight would be more than happy to hear about some of that experience firsthand from one of the largest dragons in the world. That and he’s raised a fabulous daughter, so clearly he’s been the best father you could ask for… for better or worse, depending on your view of him.
Anyway, I believe my warning’s been made clear. If you have problems doing all of these things yourself, delegate it to others! It’s worked for me for centuries upon centuries, and I see no reason why it wouldn’t work for you, especially given that glowstick-y flea flicker thing you can do as Lord of Dragons. I wish I could do that--no really, you have no idea how much I would enjoy such an ability. I have a long list of nobles I can see using that on… so as a side request, do you think you can tell me how that’s done?
One more thing. If Twilight ever gets on your nerves to the point where she even annoys who you delegate, do let me know. I’ll try to reel her in as soon as I get a response.
Best Regards,
Princess Celestia
...Hm? Bit of a cold breeze just blew by. Is that a letter from Princess Cadance?
Why, it is! Oh, I’ll bet she wants me to come by and help with her darling Flurry! Alright, I’ve got a whole new bag of tricks ready to spoil my grand-niece and--
...Oh no. Oooooooooh noooooooo…
So that’s where the other cards went.