A Life Lived in Hundreds

by Botched Lobotomy

1375

So this was it, then. Princess Celestia (who was definitely the prettiest mare she’d ever laid eyes on), had said that this was theirs, their land, their own. It didn’t look like much. A couple fields, a tree or two, a run-down hut toward the forest. The weather was weird, a fine grain drizzle that seemed to soak her instantly, right to the bone, and made the whole world look sort of like a washed-out painting. Nothing special, really. But it was land! And it was Home! And it wasn’t going anywhere!
She dropped the seed into the ground triumphantly.

Comments

[Bicyclette]

and a reference to the canon statement about how the Apples got their land, very nice! and with all this atmosphere in the preceding chapters, of only seeing the same ponies that Smith had been traveling with her family for years, the sudden presence of Celestia really is a bolt out of the blue. also very #relatable for her being the prettiest mare Smith's ever seen (haha, foreshadowing her eventual alicorn love maybe) (is the "washed-out painting" a reference to the sepia tone of the flashback? love meta stuff like this!)