I like how we're finally getting some good romance involved, but... it feels as if you took too huge a step between the previous chapters and this one, like there's a gap of relation-building that was skipped over.
She knew she had borne children, many in her long lifetime, but that was academic knowledge.
I've never thought that Celestia's immortality would lead her to avoid taking on lovers over the years, but... I always thought that there could be nothing more horrifying for a parent than the ability to live forever. I've no idea how she could bring herself to keep having more children.
6438775 But, what relationship though? It's still all just an act. (I think.)
About Celestia, it's definitely a valid interpretation for her to wall herself off from very deep contact with her subjects in order to not be hurt due to their drastically shorter lifespans, but she strikes me more as someone who would celebrate all the positive aspects of life while accepting the negative ones. There's a lovely bit of Buddhist philosophy that says if you accidentally break a bowl, your favourite bowl, you should not mourn and weep for it was already broken -- destined to break because there's only one outcome to the universe, time is an illusion, that sort of thing -- but instead cherish the time you had to admire it where it was sitting and looking nice and being useful. Loss hurts, but isolation hurts much deeper; we only have one frail lifetime to cope with loss, but Celestia has something of a different perspective on things, I'd imagine.
The path ended with a pony who must have been one of the castle staff, yet there was no simple red jacket for her tonight; instead she wore a deep red tunic with puffy sleeves matched with an equally-puffy hat that may have been last in fashion a few centuries ago.
If i was there i would resort putting my hoove over my mouth to stop myself from bursting out of laughter out of the outragous adorkableness of it all and not to mention Luna; Her 1000 years of outdated clothing and speech. I wouldn't beable to compose myself.
Oh shit son
Okay, I've just barely started reading and I had to come down here to say that the 'practice' scene was wonderful. Carrying on now.
Edit: Alright. The next chapter promises to be... nice.
I like how we're finally getting some good romance involved, but... it feels as if you took too huge a step between the previous chapters and this one, like there's a gap of relation-building that was skipped over.
I've never thought that Celestia's immortality would lead her to avoid taking on lovers over the years, but... I always thought that there could be nothing more horrifying for a parent than the ability to live forever. I've no idea how she could bring herself to keep having more children.
6438775
But, what relationship though? It's still all just an act. (I think.)
About Celestia, it's definitely a valid interpretation for her to wall herself off from very deep contact with her subjects in order to not be hurt due to their drastically shorter lifespans, but she strikes me more as someone who would celebrate all the positive aspects of life while accepting the negative ones. There's a lovely bit of Buddhist philosophy that says if you accidentally break a bowl, your favourite bowl, you should not mourn and weep for it was already broken -- destined to break because there's only one outcome to the universe, time is an illusion, that sort of thing -- but instead cherish the time you had to admire it where it was sitting and looking nice and being useful. Loss hurts, but isolation hurts much deeper; we only have one frail lifetime to cope with loss, but Celestia has something of a different perspective on things, I'd imagine.
This story is on the spot
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She watched Shining lean back in his seat, pantomime and exaggerated yawn and stretch, and rest his arm around his wife.
Smooth, Shining, real smooth.
If i was there i would resort putting my hoove over my mouth to stop myself from bursting out of laughter out of the outragous adorkableness of it all and not to mention Luna; Her 1000 years of outdated clothing and speech. I wouldn't beable to compose myself.