Well, you see, I was always shy. I could never figure out how to tell my feelings to others. I just felt like there was some sort of blockage, as if my love was taboo. I mean, sure, it’s silly when I think about it now.
Well, one day, I was in just sitting in my room when I saw this beautiful light from across the valley. I thought “what is that?!”, interobangs and everything, and I shot up off my perch and flew across the valley.
And when I got there, I found this beautiful bird. But it was so sad! She was on the ground, her wing broken.
She didn’t say much, mostly just coos and shrieks. And I took her back to my room, where I nursed her back to health. At first, I didn’t pry. But after a while, I became curious. “Uhm, if I may ask, what’s your name?”
“...Squawk,” she said, hesitantly.
“Philomena? What a lovely name!”
“Squawk.”
“Oh, well, I’m Tia, but you can just call me Princess Celestia.”
“Squawk.”
I blushed very hard. “Oh, well, I don’t know about that…. You’re very pretty yourself.”
“Squawk. Squawk.”
“Yes, I guess it is getting pretty late.”
“Squawk.”
“Goodnight.”
I was pretty shy at first, you know, but from that small interaction I could tell how articulate she was.
A few days later, we talked again. “Squawk.”
“Yes, what is it?”
“Squawk. Squawk.”
“...Oh?” I was so worried! I didn’t want her to leave.
“Squawk. Squawk. Squawk….”
“Well… I… I don’t want you to go so soon.”
“Squawk.”
“Really?”
“Squawk.”
“...I’ll wait for you.”
And so two months passed, and I thought about Philomena day in and day out. I couldn’t get her out of my mind. And then, it was finally time for her to return from her ritual. I came back to my chambers and she was there. I was so happy that I wanted to run up and kiss her so badly, but I held back.
“Squawk,” she said so cooly.
“Philomena!” I cried out.
I knew, though, that I had to take it slow. We went on dates, we learned about each other's interests, we preened….
And that’s how I met Philomena.
“Any questions?” Celestia asked. “Luna?” she prodded
“Y-yeah, Celestia, c-can, you, uh, can you, tell me more ab-bout the preening, uh, for, uh, scientific, uh, research,” Twilight Sparkle said in a low tone.”
Luna snarled, bringing up a hoof to her forehead. “Sister, I….”
“Well I know that a windigo is different but I’m sure we can—”
“I will stab you.”
“You don’t mean that!”
“No. I will stab you. With a knife. A dull one, so it hurts more.”
“Ooh, Spike, that party was crazy….” Twilight said, looking disheveled.
“What happened last night? What time did you get in?” Spike asked, concerned.
“I-I don’t know. Four, five.”
“Twilight, what were you even doing?”
“I…” Twilight hesitated. “I can’t really remember....”
“That’s… not good. Maybe you should ask the Princess.”
“Yeah… start a letter.”
“Okay.”
Dear Princess Celestia
What a fun party! Thank you for inviting me and hosting it. I’m afraid I’m a bit fuzzy on the details, though, do you mind recapping what all happened?
Sincerely,
Twilight Sparkle
An bored hour past in the castle before there was any reply.
“Dear Twilight—”
“Don’t read that!” Twilight interrupted, grabbing the letter with her magic.
Dear Twilight
I wouldn’t worry about last night. It was nothing too sensual, just some idle banter and some other loose ends ends that I finally tied up with your help. Thank you so much for delivering on your promise to help me with Luna.
Sincerely,
Celestia
“Huh?” Twilight said outloud.
“What?” Spike asked.
“Nothing….”
This time, Twilight wrote her own letter.
Dear Princess Celestia,
What was it that I helped you with, again?
The letter was returned in a prompt fashion.
Oh, I wouldn’t want to spoil the surprise. I promise, though, you will find out soon. It was nothing major, I can assure you.
Princess, I would really like to know.
Don’t worry about it, Twilight, or you might hurt yourself thinking too hard.
No I won’t.
Yes you will.
No.
Yes.
I promise I won’t.
Okay.
Okay. And?
Correct.
???
!!!
Twilight scowled at the paper in frustration. “Pfft, whatever. I know the Princess would tell me if it’s important….”
“Are you sure?” Spike chimed in.
“Well…. Probably. I mean….”
“She didn’t tell you how to stop Nightmare Moon.”
“That’s true, but…. She believed in me….”
“I don’t know, with the way the princess has been acting lately, I wouldn’t be so sure.”
“I know, but… what can I do? She won’t tell me.”
“Well, in any case, I don’t have a good feeling about this.”