Cinnamon's Journal

by Mocha Star

Entry 10 - Moving to Earth

Entry 10
Earth

I, well. What a day it’s been. So much has happened and I can’t even keep it all straight in my mind. The worlds are so similar yet different. The things we’ve seen in just a day could change Equestria forever for the better and worse. I guess I should just get to it, then? Yeah, right.

Well, my family and I got up and started our last day in Equestria in style. With a meal of the freshest oats, hay, alfalfa, and the freshest water the city had to offer. We ate more than our fill, which was kind of a bad idea because we knew we’d have to go for certain before we left and that would take a lot of time.

I kissed my family goodbye with nuzzles, hugs, and well wishes until it was time to board the chariot and leave them for a whole year. It was a quick goodbye, all around though. A few of the pegasi cousins flew beside us until the royal guards put some speed into it and left them in the wind. It was terrifying to be in the sky, moving at nearly the speed of sound in an uncovered wagon pulled by quick yoked pegasi… but the little children loved it enough and their laughter drowned out my weeping into my wife’s side.

We arrived in Canterlot and were at the castle… THE CASTLE. Where the Princesses raise and lower the moon and sun. Where most nobles have to wait to get into. Where the nation is ran! And we were just let over the walls and landed in the garden like it was no big deal. I was so excited to land I nearly missed the scenery, which was as vast and beautiful as any tapestry or painting had made it seem.

We landed and it was bumpy. I was scared one of the children may bounce out, but there’s a spell in effect for that so I shouldn’t have worried so much. I was greeted by a set of noble ambassadors and after some very professional banter between them and my wife, we were finally led to the castle itself. The doorway was larger than my house was tall and I bet the whole house could fit inside the entryway we were in. The castle was larger than it seemed and I had to remind myself that it was bigger on the inside than it let on.

The walk was long and interesting and a tour guide led the group of us to the royal chambers of Princess Celestia herself. Yeah, no big deal. Except that I really should have gone to the bathroom before we left home, but I thought I could hold it. I had the strongest urge to pee than I’d had since I was a colt and I was about to meet royalty! That just made it worse a hundred times over.

I had the mindset to ask for a bathroom break before we made it, but the bathroom was within earshot of the royal chambers so I had to be careful what sounds I made, I didn’t want to insult anypony.

When I was done I was trembling, I could practically hear my knees rattling between paces and when we got to the door it was massive and had a sun emblem on it. The door opened quietly and Princess Celestia herself walked out. I bumped my nose on the floor a little too hard as I fell into a bow and was worried I’d bloodied her floor. She told us to rise and called me one of her little ponies! My heart soared so high I could have grown wings and flown to the ceiling.

The children were nuzzled and spent a few minutes bouncing around Princess Celestia while she informed us of how proud she was of us. There were several other pony families that were going to be crossing over with us and we’d have time to meet the humans that were crossing back. When we crossed over we’d have to go into a vehicle to be transported to our new home.

Humans don’t have magic like we do, but their technology makes travel effortless, the ponies said. Princess Celestia took her leave, but made sure to nuzzle me softly with her gentle coat and soft breath… My wife punched my shoulder when the Princess had turned the corner and glared at me. What could I say or do, it was a once in a lifetime chance to nuzzle her and I think she took some advantage of it. I swear she must be in estrus because there’s no way she should smell that sweet normally.

My wife might hurt me before we go to sleep tonight… And I might like it. I haven’t fantasised about a Princess before and I don’t think she has either It’ll be a fun night and a great way to break in a new planet.

My whole family followed the Princess to the transport room and it was a room that was expanded with magic to make one room into at least three. Amber told me so, but I was too taken back by the immensity of the room. There was a glass wall two ponies high and wide that was the portal to the other side and a real human stood by a control panel. There were three other humans dressed like trees with, things, in their arms.

They didn’t smile or anything, just watched us all. The other families were talking and mingling so we joined in with them while the Princess talked with a group of pony ambassadors. We started to make friends with the other ponies and ask where they were going but it seemed like most pony families were going to be scattered across the middle of Mareica.

The humans began to talk and Celestia listened while they spoke in their language, which is called <Englsh>. It’s so weird to write their letters right now. I think the children will adapt before Amber and I.

Before too long, Celestia had given us a royal farewell then nodded to the human to open the portal.

The room darkened as the magic was pulled into the portal matrix and then was washed in a blue electric light. There was a tingle that went through me but it didn’t hurt, it was like Amber casting a spell on me. The portal was like looking through a window made of water and I was nervicited but that didn’t mean anything to the children.

With youthful vigor and curiosity, nearly a dozen foals darted to and through the portal while we adults screamed for them to stop as we ran after them.

It wasn’t the magical transfer we were hoping for. The epic moment where we walk through and experience the feeling of passing through realities was taken away from most of us as we focused on gathering our young and making sure to not cause any further trouble.

It took a good shout from a large human wearing a grey and white uniform to scare the foals back to and under us. Even the older colts and fillies cowered at his size and stature but we were told that he was their commander. Colonel Smith, easy enough since it seems some words of theirs are alike enough to ours, like those that mean their lot in life or those of their ancestors.

My sons had to have help readjusting their saddles, but it seemed that the saddles were a bit much on this side. Humans wear clothes, but don’t dress up as often as we do. I felt kind of embarrassed that I’d made sure to put some glitter on my neck while none of the humans wore anything more than common street clothes.

I know that they’re common clothes now, but even first seeing them all… I wasn’t impressed with what they were wearing nearly as how different they truly were. They didn’t have the same colors as ponies, but there was certainly a uniqueness that we didn’t have.

There was something I rarely paid attention to about ponies, and that’s that we have only a few different looks, physically at a basic level while these humans, even of the same family, seemed so much different from each other. It’s hard to put into writing but I guess I’m saying there’s more to them already that makes us all the more similar.

After a few goodbyes we found a human standing by a large black wagon with my name on a placard. He was dressed in black and white and looked very presentable and my family liked him right away. He helped the little ones into the wagon and closed the doors. It was bigger than it looked and was darker, too.

It came to life with a quiet roar, then it hummed as a pony was helped into the front of the wagon next to the nice looking driver. She was our translator and told us she didn’t speak much of their language, but knew the basics. We talked a little while our bags were loaded into the back of the wagon and the man closed the doors and went to the driver’s seat and moved a lever after putting a strap across his body.

We were told to stay low until we were told otherwise since there were no straps that would cross us right. It started slow, for a wagon, but soon we took a couple of soft turns and the wagon roared like a monster in the distance and was going faster than the pegasi that had brought us to the castle a few hours earlier.

It was more exciting than the chariot because it was enclosed, on the ground, and I got to see some of the Mareica landscape. It was very lush, where we were. I could see trees and shrubs everywhere, there were human houses that towered over where our houses would stand. I felt a little bad for the humans that were taking over our home, it must seem so small to them compared to their homes.

There was music playing and it was nice. I noticed violins and a cello and drums, it was a quiet symphony from the walls of the wagon itself! I was told all human wagons had that feature, and more! The windows rolled down with a switch into the door, the temperature was a nice constant temperature, and the seats were soft and comfortable.

I’d pay three thousand bits for the wagon itself in Equestria but the translator said it would cost all the bits I’d make in a lifetime if it was in Equestria. We had a laugh at talked about how much we could buy for the cost of this wagon if we sold it in Equestria, but we ran out of funny jokes quickly and relaxed into the wagon and enjoyed the view. At times it was like being in Equestria and if it wasn’t for the wagon we were in I would have thought I was on a road between cities.

It wasn’t too long before the children became hungry and we tried to say that in human, but our practice hadn’t paid off yet and the translator had to tell the driver. He slowed down and we stopped at a restaurant. It’s funny how restaurants all look the same, even between realities.

We were followed in by three humans that I didn’t know while our helpers led the way and took a table for us. They got a child chair for Timber and it was funny how he fit in it perfectly, but the rest of us had to rear up to the table when our salads came out. They were good, but not too fresh.

We were very popular there and there was a lot of humans there eating their own food like pizza and drinking sodas. I wanted pizza but we couldn’t translate that so when a pizza went by I returned to the old method of pointing and whimpering at the pan as it passed by.

People took photographs of us from their tables with human cameras. Small rectangle things, I forget the word for them at the moment. It was an easy word, too. It sounds like the word for ‘shining’ but I can’t recall it right now. We asked to be in a picture with a family and after some talking they understood and the youngest of them, a filly, hopped on my back and pulled my mane. Normally I would have shouted at her for being so rude, but I remembered that ponies and horses were dumb animals that were used as labor creatures and she didn’t know any better.

I’m glad I’m not more upsetable, or else I might have bucked her off and made a scene. As it was I knew the word for stop, so I said it firmly and she stopped pulling my mane and one of our helpers took a photograph of us with his camera and then theirs. Soon every human was in line to take a photo with us and some were being very silly while others were like nobles in their stoic professional sitting or standing around us.

The children loved the attention and so did we, to be honest. And After a little while I didn’t mind being treated as a seat for the younger humans while the others didn’t like to be ridden as much. After a while our pizza arrived and we finished the pictures and ate the pizza, it was much better than the salad and fresher, too. There were vegetables on it that I didn’t know about but were cooked perfectly.

I wanted the recipe and asked for my dictionary so I could translate the question but they wouldn’t let me get the recipe since it was protected by the law and the company. I was saddened a little but understood that if everypony knew a recipe then they wouldn’t go to the restaurant to eat.

After another bathroom break with their weird toilets that were so high we had to back onto them and have help sitting up for the mares and the colts had to stand or lay across the bowl part to pee. It made me worry for how we’d have to adapt as we went along because none of us had had to poop yet and that was going to be different and their bathrooms were small and compact compared to Equestrian ones because humans go alone for some reason.

I was glad we’d undressed before we left the wagon to eat, otherwise we’d have been in the bathroom for almost an hour trying to use the toilet with clothes on.

Overall, it was a great experience and we were very excited and had a lot to talk about for the next couple hours. The helpers and other guards were in a car behind us I didn’t notice until before when we’d gotten out to eat. Every human was nice so far and we learned a few new words, too.

All good ones, by the way. When I told our translator about the words I’d learned at work she paled slightly and said that the children shouldn’t have heard me say that. She told the human and he laughed loudly. She apparently had learned swears first, since it was funny to say when it needed to be said.

She told me she’d teach me a couple that were appropriate to use in common conversation when the children were asleep and then we just talked until the sun began to set. The driver stopped once to go to the bathroom and socialize with the other humans in the caravan and refill the wagon’s grease so it wouldn’t lock up, I guess.

A few hours later we had pulled into a hotel and were given a room with our translator and all shared a bed. Our translator’s name is Written Letter, and her talent is more about translating written languages than spoken ones, but she’s more qualified than any of us! So, that’s all we’ve done today. Tomorrow we should make it to the city by afternoon and then be settled in soon after. We won’t have our translator either after that, so we will have to wear our talismans and carry our dictionary’s in our saddlebags for when we meet new ponies people.

I’m learning a lot about humans, like they like to be called words that don’t have pony in them, obviously. Pretty much any time an adjective would use pony, use person or body. It’ll take a little bit, but we’ll figure it out. For now, I’m sleepy and ready to snuggle with my family on this bed that’s more than large enough for us to sleep on.