Incandescent

by Seer

Verse 1: In Flames

My blood has always run rather hot.

Does that surprise you? It probably shouldn’t have if you knew me. My whole life, ponies have remarked on the way I light up the room, the way I brighten things, the way the cadence of my speech or the lilt of my laugh can ignite whole crowds. But I know the truth.

I know that it's a willing burn. The ponies here, much as I love them, can be simple, shallow creatures. They are looking for a chance to be burnt, and for I to burn with them.

Goddess, have I been shallow in my lifetime.

But whatever magnetism I possess, whatever dying embers are in my eyes and mane or soul are but the waning glow of spent tinder versus the inferno that is her. And while I can create sparks that ignite those willing fires, she herself is fire incarnate. She dwarfs them all, she is light itself and I am left scorching, struck dumb by the music of her voice and the mirrored white of her coat. The whole time do I feel lesser in whatever afterglow I am fortunate enough to steal from the flickering trails she leaves in her wake.

But it’s a good lesser. A proud lesser.

After all, how can someone such as I compare to goddess?

How can a single matchstick compare to the sun?

Comments

[Ice Star]

I'm thinking that this is Celestia focusing on Rarity. You're clearly keeping the names out for a reason, as well as trying to omit other key details. You want me to think that this is how Rarity would see Celestia. But there are little touches to the voice, certain usages of words that appear to give her away.

Don't think I can't see past your tricks, Britbong.