House of the Rising Sunflower

by kudzuhaiku

The greatest grandmother of all

Dear Princess Celestia, (Or should I call you Great Grandmother?)

Today, I was heckled by peasants. I found the experience to be quite humbling and I didn’t berate them, or scold them, or threaten them in any way. It is my most sincere hope that I can earn their respect, because respect should be earned and not given, at least, that is what my mother says. She is a highly respected officer of the law, and every day she works hard to maintain that respect. My mother, she doesn’t just expect ponies to respect her because of her badge, no, she works really hard to earn their trust and admiration, and because of this, she is respected by the neighborhood.

Why am I writing this? I don’t know. I’m not sure when I’ll even try to deliver this. For now, I guess, I am writing all of this down to keep track of it. As far as first days go, this one was pretty good and I made a friend, Silver Lining. She flew over from Lulamoon Hollow to say hello and she brought a basket of gifts, including this stationary and an ink pen.

Today, I tried to pull a plow and failed miserably. It left me sore, with achy muscles, and the experience has left me filled with respect for my earth ponies. I couldn’t even make the plow budge one inch and I fell down into the dirt while being laughed at. But I tried, I tried. Even though I failed, I still feel pretty good about it, and I think I can make my failure work out for me.

The sun is setting and the temperature is dropping, though not down to freezing. My ponies are worried about a late freeze, it scares them. This is really different for me to experience. In Baltimare, the neighborhood worried about crime, or one of the factories closing, or weird monsters crawling up out of the ocean or the sewers, or one of the many weird supernatural events that happen there. I guess we have big city concerns? We worry about the rising cost of rent and the housing shortage that approaches a crisis.

But here, the fears and worries are far, far simpler. Everypony has enough food, there’s tons of it stored in the barn and in deep storage caves. Housing is not a problem. Everypony is afraid of something I’ve never, ever worried about before, and that’s a late frost. When we all ate supper together, (which was nice, by the way) that is what we talked about. There is also a real fear of the dark here, because there are no electric lights. Everypony depends on Cucumber to keep the fires lit and the lights burning.

Even as I write this, my ponies have retreated to their cottages to wait out the night. They have shut their doors and it has gone quiet here. The sun hasn’t quite gone away completely, but the Canterhorn is in the way and there isn’t much light left. It’s already a little spooky, and there are a lot of noises I don’t recognise.

I can already see so many stars, and in Baltimare, it is almost as if the stars don’t exist. The coal smog and all of the light from the city makes it almost impossible to see stars. Alas, I am almost out of paper, but I still have so much more that I would like to say.

Warmest regards,

Lord Sundance Sunfire

Author's Note:

Raw and unfiltered. Just like a good glass of water.

Excuse me, I am experiencing a peculiar sensation in my bowels...

Comments

[Emtu]

the Canterhorn is in the way

I found this far funnier than I probably should.

[Bahamuttone]

can my failure

Missing “make” (it may be an error on Sundance part)

[Hodios]

Hmmm, this Sundance feller might have a bit of grit.

[Misplaced Mage]

8679809
Perhaps he’d like a subscription?

[Animak]

8681304
thanks

[WARGAMES]

Oh nevermind