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Letters from an Irritated Princess - Tired Old Man



Celestia writes some blunt letters to her faithful student and friends.

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Eclipsing Lunacy

Twilight Sparkle,

Please tell me this report is an elaborate joke that claims that my sister had trouble making friends because of her intimidation and appearance. You're even telling me that only now did the town of Ponyville learn not to be intimidated by outward appearances and extend friendship.

Twilight, you already learned this after the debacle involving Zecora, who couldn't make friends thanks to Pinkie's smear campaign and blatant fear mongering. "Don't judge a book by its cover," remember? And my sister mentioned the exact same thing happening to her, again coming from that pink demon. Pinkie might have called it a joke, but I know her far better than that. And after tonight, so does Luna. Do not trust Pinkie.

Ahem. Luna's visit to Ponyville went about as well as I expected. While she's familiar with most of the ponies in Canterlot right now, Ponyville is another society entirely. Most of the nobles here didn't mind her booming voice all that much; they've heard mine enough to be conditioned to that, which let her integrate rather easily.

But an unannounced visit on Nightmare Night of all nights? I warned her that would be horrendous timing to try and introduce herself to Ponyville or any other town, but I was shot down. "It's our holiday, sister! Why shouldn't we be allowed to celebrate it?"

She had a point, but I still had my concerns, and when she came back sorrowful and having learned a lesson you learned ages ago, those concerns were confirmed.

I know I told you that you only needed to send friendship reports if you learned something, but I didn't expect a need to clarify that what you learned should be something NEW, and especially not if it's a lesson my sister learned. Why? Because she came home and told me directly. I wouldn't have minded a letter from her either since she was out of town.

Perhaps it was a bad idea to have me send those letters back when you still demonstrate your memory's as forgetful as janitor Jenkins. He mistook a closet as Luna's bedroom again, and I even gave him a map specifically so he wouldn't get lost. He lost the map in the closet. Somehow. I can't even find it.

Please do not have his spotty memory, and please remember when you already learned something so it's not a waste of time for both of us. And if somepony else learns it, have them write it. I don't care if it's a group letter from the whole town. Stop being the middlemare; do not speak for them, and let them speak for themselves, please.

Love,

Princess Celestia

Luna, what is it? Did the maids ruin your room again?

Look, I know you like the feel of moon dust underhoof, but that time's long since passed. I'm getting complaints from the maids that your room's difficult to breathe in.

Luna, no. The dust is seeping out of your room and into the hallway. At this rate it'll reach the guest rooms nearby, and in the greater interest of keeping this place sanitary and breathable, I insist you clean your room.

Do it. Do. It!

...you know what? You're right, I can't make you. So I'll clean it instead. And I'm VERY thorough, sister. I won't miss a spot, so if you're hiding somethi--

I thought as much, Luna. Happy cleaning.

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