When Celestia woke up to rise the sun that morning she had smelt the aroma of coffee in the castle’s halls. It wasn’t unusual for her mornings to be accompanied by coffee; practically everyone drank its rich flavours. (Personally, though, Celestia was more of a tea pony.) What was odd though was that its presence was at this side of the castle this early in the morning. The sun wasn’t scheduled to be up for another hour at least.
Humming with a perk of interest and the extra time on her hooves, she decided to investigate. Trotting quietly through the halls she followed the scent trail. Giving the occasional wave to the night shift guards, Celestia came upon a room. A room she visited far too often she had to admit.
Opening the door she found a mess and the culprit. A young filly furiously scribbling down passages from multiple textbooks with vigorous speed. Though her horn-writing still remained incredibly neat, it started to taper off and became more akin to a cursive mess.
Huge textbooks float with her levitation around her, books on advanced transfiguration and magical constructs far too advanced for her age. She would occasionally pick one from her magic grasp and scribble various notes then pin them onto the wall. These notes were the base of her room’s decor, they covered all the walls and the floor beneath them.
Celestia leaned against the door frame and allowed herself to smile, “Twilight?” she asked, to no avail. A bead of sweat dripped from Twilight’s temple as she was still meticulously reading and flipping through the books at record speeds too into her studying mood to even notice someone addressing her. Far too involved in her studying to even see the ruler of Equestria herself was addressing her.
With a sigh Celestia started to approach her, not needing to muffle her steps as Twilight was still in a trance, she leaned over near her ear slot and spoke, “Twilight Sparkle?” This time Twilight looked straight up at the looming presence addressing her and was startled at the sight of Princess Celestia right next to her.
She suddenly stopped her magical hold on the textbooks and they came raining down. Anticipating the sound of a thud that hadn’t come, Twilight allowed herself to open her eyes. Luckily, Celestia had easily picked them up before they could give either of them a concussion much to Twilight’s relief. Injuring the Princess would’ve meant banishment. She winced at the possibility.
Rushing into a bow she huffed, “I am so so so sorry Princess-” Celestia giggled, cutting Twilight’s ramble. Twilight’s terror quickly morphed into confusion but she was feeling lighter knowing that her mentor hadn’t been angry at her. She let herself breathe.
“Please relax Twilight, I just came to check up on you. Why are you awake so early? The sun isn’t even up,” Celestia started until she noticed the dark rings under her student’s eyes, she frowned.
Noticing the Princess’ disdain Twilight cringed quickly saying, “Oh no, I must’ve lost track of time!” Rushing to the clock beside her bed, her face instantly morphed into an exaggerated horror, “How is it five in the morning!?” She exclaimed. Though she would admit that she would have probably stayed up until at least noon if the Princess hadn't caught her as Twilight was more concerned over how fast time was moving. At this rate, she wouldn't have enough time to make her flash cards.
Celestia looked at her student with concern, “Twilight, please tell me you got some sleep?” Twilight didn’t answer instead of looking below on the floor a bit ashamed. “Well, then it can’t be helped,” with her magic, Celestia lifted Twilight to her bed; her efforts to stop being tucked in did nothing in her tired state.
“Wait-wait- put me down I still have a lot-” a yawn escaped from her mouth, “-I still have to cover!” She protests, wiggling her hooves as if to swim out of the Princess’ magical grasp. It was pointless.
Celestia let out another giggle, she was having too much fun with this, “As much as I love your studious nature you still need rest to perform your best,” she said in the familiar tone she uses at the end of her speeches. This was a final decision, one not to be objected to, especially coming from the monarch herself.
Still with her mouth agape and what little left of her conscious she tried, “But-”
Celestia flared her wings out to cut her student off, “No buts, it’s a royal decree!” She declared, smiling.
“My midterm-!” Twilight cried in horror.
Celestia brought up a hoof before her student could make another rebuttal, “-is in three days, your resources won’t be going anywhere Twilight,” she said and laughed.
Twilight shifted in her bed slowly losing the will to stay awake even after downing that cup of coffee. Still, the fear at the back of her head remained, “But what if I fail, Princess?” she said quietly, silently hoping that the Princess didn’t hear her.
Times like these, when she says something naive, reminded Celestia that Twilight is still young. Although being immensely intelligent and talented in her magical capabilities she’s still young nonetheless.
Part of Celestia knew that Twilight’s perfectionism could have prompted her to go through more extensive measures when revising. Another part of her also knew it could be attributed to the fact she did have a lot of pressure riding on her to do well from being at the top of her class, top of her grade, top of the school...
Perhaps part of it can be because she’s Celestia’s own personal protégé. The impending pressure to not disappoint the ruler of Equestria herself meant sacrificing basic needs such as sleep. Celestia scolded herself for this oversight.
“Failure isn’t something you should hide from, Twilight,” Celestia started, “It is something you should embrace.”
Twilight shook her head, "Why? I don't think anyone should freely welcome it, or even expect it."
"Well, there is a lot of good that comes from failure. You can recognize what you did wrong and become better. I don't think that is something you should shun away from," Celestia said matter-of-factly.
She nodded. “I just want to do well,” she muttered into the covers.
Celestia gave Twilight a reassuring smile, “And I have no worry that you won’t. But know that even if you don’t do well it doesn’t change who you are. I still am incredibly proud of you,”
Twilight perked up, “Really?”
“Of course, after all, you’re still my favourite student,” Celestia said, giving Twilight a small nuzzle, one she returned.
Though she still has a long way to go when it comes to self-regulating her emotions Celestia knows they’ll have a lot of time to work through it together. Selfishly, Celestia wishes she could actually teach Twilight everything she knows, but some things are meant to be learned on your own. One day Twilight will embark on that journey alone, but for now, Celestia can enjoy this. Enjoy simply being a mother someone Twilight can constantly rely on.
Twilight let out a yawn, the hours of studying finally catching up to the small filly, “I'm going to have to refrain you from pulling all-nighters again. It's not good for your health."
"But... my midterm..." She mumbled trailing off.
Celestia smoothed out Twilight's hair, "Statistically speaking, a well-rested brain does exponentially better on tests."
"I know," she whispered.
"Then rest well, okay?"
“M’kay…” Twilight said with a heavy sigh, allowing herself to close her eyes, finally stepping down and allowing the Princess to win the argument. Princess Celestia always wins arguments.
Celestia brought the covers closer to the tired filly before organizing the room, putting textbooks on the shelves, and discarding the crumbled notes on the ground.
She picked up the mugs of empty coffee cups to bring back to the kitchen and downed the unfinished cup. Celestia's face immediately scrunched up. How anyone could consume such a bleak drink was beyond her understanding. Especially a drink with absolutely nothing in it because it seems like Twilight didn't even bother to put any kind of sugar or milk. It was just black coffee.
Celestia made a mental note to add more tea appointments with her students. Getting them hooked on tea would be much better than the void of bitter black coffee. Perhaps easier said than done. A group tea party for everyone would be nice, but for now, trying to get Twilight out of pulling constant all-nighters would have to be at the top of her priority lists. And then getting her out of liking coffee. And then getting her into tea.
She glanced back at Twilight and was satisfied to see that she seemed sound asleep before turning off the light to let Twilight get some much-needed rest.
Before heading out to properly start the day she turned back with a smile, “Goodnight, Twilight.”
“Goodnight… Princess…” She heard her reply back softly.
Celestia closed the door. After rising the sun she would have to tell the kitchen staff off for letting studious young fillies get their hooves on coffee.
The rhythmic beeping of the heart monitors and the smell of coffee were the only things Celestia could focus on. Occasionally she would look up and see Twilight’s unfocused glaze and her grip on her mug which threatened to shatter into a million pieces from her tight grasp.
Celestia frowned at the presence of coffee, it was an obvious indicator that Twilight was staying up. An indicator that she should have done something about the habit long ago. Selfishly, ever since the event, she couldn't bring herself to dismiss her away. So she tolerated having her whole world be enveloped with the air of the bitter brew scent as long as Twilight could accompany her through all the meetings and sorrows. Even now standing in front of her subjects in such an atrocious sight, she was glad Twilight was by her side.
However, she didn’t dare say a word to her student, she knew it would be fruitless. Instead, she allowed the sight of her subjects on the hospital bed, swaying between life and death, to fill that void.
Celestia had to suppress many sobs and cries, ‘be brave for them, be brave for your country’ she would remind herself constantly every time she had to address the press, her sister, and her subjects. Eventually, she fell numb to it all, and only the aroma of Twilight’s coffee registered as she continued onto press conferences after press conferences with the same reassuring smile she practiced and perfected for years.
The world seemed to be on stand-by as they looked to Canterlot, the shining capital, fall into chaos.
Although the Changelings were banished from the city through Cadance and Shining Armor’s combined efforts, it had not been enough to heal the subdued victims of the love-leeching monsters prior to the unveiling of their queen. They were paralyzed and it was unfortunately too late for the effects of the couple’s magic to have any impact.
Though there were a lot more victories that day, the fact that the event changed the lives of so many will still remain. No amount of compensation should heal them from the trauma inflicted upon them.
All she had left were memories. Pathetic memories she could not stop herself from clinging onto. The wedding replayed endlessly in her mind. Over and over she thought of everything she could have done better, and more intently focused on the shortcoming of her leadership. Every new cycle that refreshed her mind surged a wave of amended shame. Shame she couldn’t help herself from dwelling in.
Her actions, her words, her very being filled her to the brim with contempt. What is the point of being so powerful when you are irritatingly powerless?
She considered abdicating the throne on more than one occasion after the invasion. If things hadn’t worked out she would’ve definitely stepped down. If Luna hadn’t reassured her that things would work out she would be at such a loss.
Celestia buried her face in her hooves. Why had she even come here when she knew that seeing the victims would make her feel so much worse than she already had been feeling. Though she convinced herself it was imperative that she came and saw the victims personally to properly assess the damages, Celestia truly felt a need to fix everything much to Twilight’s dismay.
Still, she had come with her. She was still by her side after everything.
Celestia tried to focus on anything but her rushing mind. All she could focus on was the wretched smell of coffee and trying her best to avoid the gaze of her faithful student. She didn't want to catch her glint of disappointment any more than she already had.
She touched her temple desperately keeping the images flashing through her head at bay. She desperately needed her composure to stay unwavering. Though it was threatening to crack.
“Everything is going to be okay, Princess.” Twilight's voice was clear beside her, the comforting tone she knew all too well seeping through even when she had thought her student was furious at her.
She was a wreck, and Twilight was too put together. Too calm, too kind, too nice.
Celestia slowly looked at Twilight, her eyes were so gentle lacking the resentment she thought was there. The resentment that should have been there. “Twilight,” she whispered, testing the sound of her own voice making sure it didn’t have the hint of the fact she was going to start breaking down. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you.”
Twilight gave Celestia a slight frown, unnoticeable to many, though Celestia has come to memorize every possible expression Twilight could manifest. “No, I’m sorry, I should have come to you sooner when I was more level-headed.”
Twilight gave a dry chuckle, “I was really screaming ‘evil’ and hoping ponies would side with me!” Her voice was airy, no hint of resentment was there. Celestia wished there was.
“No," she simply said, “I had a responsibility, and because of my lack of sensibility, everything could have fallen apart. It was my fault for not listening to you, I should at least consider the possibility before writing you off completely." Celestia had reflected back on her interaction with Twilight at the rehearsal a little more than she should have. Compared to the fact some of her subjects were hospitalized, the exchange between mentor and student should be extremely minuscule. And yet, Celestia was still hung over that very moment.
They were silent for a few moments, the sound of the slow breathing of the ponies in the room and the beeping of the machines while Twilight closed her eyes to take everything in, "Princess, guilt is fickle, it's something you shouldn't have to carry completely by yourself. It is not your fault," Twilight sternly finished.
"But, Twilight, truthfully, I had no reason to doubt you, you have never given me a second to doubt you yet I was too engrossed, and that monster, I shouldn't have...” her words began to blur together. She wasn’t talking like a ruler of a nation.
Celestia paused, letting herself breathe in the smell of coffee. It calmed her. It grounded her. But now tears blinded her field of vision, she was crying? “I’m sorry, Twilight, truly sorry,” was all she could muster.
She was pathetic.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Her apology wasn’t supposed to be like this. Canterlot wasn’t supposed to be like this. Her subjects weren't supposed to be like this.
Bringing her hooves to her face to muffle the noise. She let out a sob.
Celestia had felt many defeats throughout her reign, but this one felt too personal. Not only had she failed her country, but she had also failed Twilight too. And she will pay the ultimate price for both. It was honestly a miracle she hasn’t paid that price already.
She wasn’t going to lose both that easily.
Her faithful student bridged the fissure in their relationship with a reassuring nudge, “It wasn’t your fault, nor was it mine, or theirs. Let’s get through this together, okay?” She softly whispered and gave the princess a reassuring smile, the same one she saw Celestia used time and time again.
Celestia met Twilight’s eyes, hesitating, "I just want everything to be fixed. Now. Instantly," she muttered, "I just don't know how," she confessed.
'I don't know how' used to something she would never admit to anyone. A phrase she hadn't dared utter to anyone. Not even during those deplorable press conferences.
“I know, I know. You don't have to have it all figured out right now. Princess, it may seem unfathomable now, but believe me when I say that everything is going to be fixed. Eventually. It will take time though, and some funding from the Royal treasury, perhaps our own pockets too...” that prompted Celestia to give Twilight a weak chuckle, “...but I am certain we will heal from this, together. So Princess, promise me you won’t give up?”
When did you grow so tall? When did you grow so wise? She thought as she felt engulfed with an overwhelming feeling that hadn't flowed in her system in a while. Support. Dependency. Strength.
“I promise,” Celestia replied with a simple smile, the only genuine smile she gave in the last three days.
Twilight offered Celestia a cup of coffee, luckily over the years they’ve known each other she remembered to add sugar and milk to it. A copious amount of both for that matter. Celestia gladly took it. She was going to need a lot of coffee to plan the repairs for the city.
A sudden thought came over her, “Twilight?” Celestia asked.
Twilight perked up hearing her name, "Yes, Princess?”
“We’re going to have to start pulling all-nighters. A lot of them, to set things right!” She exclaimed a spark of determination ignited inside her. Her core felt ablaze with a sense of newfound confidence and motivation. A feeling that should have stirred sooner.
Twilight laughed as she remembered the times she had gotten scolded after getting caught staying up studying for exams by the Princess herself, “I thought you were against all-nighters?”
Celestia smirked, “Well, we are doing this together, it would be fair we’ll be following your methods for the time being.”
“Of course, Princess," she grinned.
“And I am expecting the strongest cups of coffee,” Celestia added.
“Only if you make your signature pancakes,” Twilight quickly suggested, "And I know I'm kind too old... but with the fruit faces too, please?" She blurted out, "Actually, you don't have to, I was just joking-!"
Twilight's ramble was cut off with a giggle from Celestia, “Sure, my faithful student. Anything you wish," she whispered. Twilight immediately whelmed with joy at the prospect. Her face swirled with glee, Celestia couldn't help herself to feel oddly happy too, her expression would be something she would remember. Perhaps she could schedule a time with the Royal Painter to capture this moment all over again. Though she knew it wouldn't be the same as how it was in the moment. Nothing will ever truly beat or compare to the fleeting time she spends with her student.
Feeling the cracks starting to heal, Celestia decided that she can look a little braver for a while longer as the two walked out of the hospital and entered Luna’s night to start their hopeful conquest.
Celestia noted that the process of making coffee was more forgiving, given it was less delicate, though it has the same art form and sense of rhythm as tea making did. It was a matter of measuring your coffee, grinding, pouring, soaking, stirring, brewing, and finally pouring again.
After all the times she had seen her every morning, Celestia had gotten to memorize Twilight's rhythmic routine. Down to the exact timing with inexplicable precision and accuracy.
She recalled Twilight following these steps almost robotically as her expression from the morning continued to be slated as she went on with the routine, repeating the steps over and over, every single morning. Celestia smiled to herself as she remembered how it all highlighted her student’s lethargic nature towards mornings. Twilight was simply not a morning pony. Whereas Celestia was the epitome of mornings. She raised the sun itself after all.
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At times (more like all the time) she would see Twilight walk into the dining room, still highlighting the book she had studied the previous night, this morning was no different. Twilight was totally engrossed in her book, a bit too engrossed to notice the Princess. Walking past the Princess she went straight to routine whilst still scanning the book in front of her.
“Good morning, Twilight!” Celestia greeted, with a smile plastered onto her face.
Celestia's voice brought her back from her trance, looking up from her book and giving the Princess a sheepish smile back, “Good morning, Princess,” Twilight replied. No matter how tired she was, or how zoned in, she never failed to address Celestia in the morning and return the simple smile. For the pair, the upturn of one’s mouth was enough, it translated more than words ever could, especially on tiring mornings. And over the years Twilight had gotten especially good at mirroring the Princess’s friendly expression. Some things never needed to be taught, Twilight just happened to pick them up.
“What are you reading?” Celestia asked, picking up her tea from the saucer, her gaze still on her student.
“Star Swirl’s runes from Agaricus Forest,” Twilight answered, adjusting the book so the cover could face Celestia.
Celestia squinted her eyes to try and make out the faded letters a bit better to no avail, “I assume the title is in Old Ponish?”
“Mhmm, I was thinking of incorporating the concept in the text in my next thesis assignment. I predict it’ll be on ancient artifacts as cited in the syllabus,” Twilight pointed out. “Transeuntes Ius, states that all artifacts were sealed with magic, although magic can manifest out of thin air it does not have the control to compress itself. Someone had to do it, thus giving us artifacts that live beyond the lifetime of their owners. Simply because magic is always consistent. Magic will always be consistent. Star Swirl's runes are a testament to this fundamental.” Twilight finished reciting.
“Masterfully explained, my faithful student,” Celestia complimented, which made Twilight well up with joy.
Strangely enough, even if she did learn them centuries ago, Celestia didn't mind relearning topics like these through Twilight. To put it simply, Twilight beat overdue essays and lectures from pretentious professors. She didn’t mind relearning old Equestrian history first thing in the morning. Now that it was over, she dared say she missed it. She dares say she even liked it.
Ancient history wasn’t the only thing Celestia picked up from her student though. Yes, she did find out that Star Swirl was exceptional at pottery from his Amniomorphic spell from Twilight, “It’s because Amnio means bowl, and morphic means morph Princess, they used Old Ponish to name sells, I think it’s always a good idea to learn the language to understand where things are derived from,” she recalled. But she also learned that the standard ratio for the perfect cup of coffee is approximately two tablespoons of coffee per six ounces of water. It took a lot of observing, thankfully she had many mornings dedicated to just that, observing.
Currently, Twilight was reserving extra beans on the side, just in case. When it came time to measure out the coffee using the scale after the beans were grounded she almost always realized she needed more. Celestia never understood why Twilight goes through the process of meticulous measuring (though, second nature to her) just for her to change the ratio on a whim. Celestia supposed mornings did that to ponies.
Seeing Twilight move to the grinder, Celestia couldn’t help from commenting when a sudden memory resurfaced, “Remember when you tried to make the beans as fine as you could by blasting them with your magic until they were dust?”
Twilight laughed and jokingly rolled her eyes, “The things I do for you,” she said shaking her head, before explaining, “Typically a finer roast allows for a sweeter cup of coffee, a coarser grind gives you the satisfying bitter cup.”
“Bitter?” Celestia scoffed, “Bitter is an understatement!”
“The cups I made for you will be the sweetest ones you’ll find in Equestria, Princess,” Twilight smugly remarked, sniffing a giggle.
Celestia cringed no matter if the beans turned into pure dust, she couldn’t shake the fact that it was still outrageously bitter, “I suppose I owe you my thanks then, Twilight,” she stubbornly admitted.
“You’re very welcome, Princess,” she responded, before picking up the grounded beans and carefully placing them into a paper filter.
“Always prepare the water last, to ensure the water is the correct temperature we’re aiming for!” Twilight reminded Celestia.
“Then pour from the filter, and let the water sit off from the boil for about thirty seconds before immersing the coffee grounds in the press,” Celestia recited from what she saw Twilight do for so many mornings.
Silence passed through, Celestia nervously looked at her student to get a confirmation that she got that fact correct, only to be met with an impressed expression, “Yes, exactly Princess!” She grinned, warranting a shy blush from the Princess.
Celestia got up from her seat to stand next to Twilight to continue the rest of her routine together. The pair waited before Twilight poured the water over the grounds to saturate them evenly. The smooth steady pour agitated the coffee grounds perfectly.
Twilight allowed the grounds to absorb the water for a few seconds before stirring, a few genotype motions using the back of a spoon around the top layer of the mixture and along the sides to immerse any grounds that got stuck.
She placed the spoon down before clapping her hooves together and smiled, “Now we let the water extract from the grounds for two minutes and thirty seconds,” Twilight said.
“That’s oddly specific,” Celestia giggled. Which prompted Twilight to shoot her a glare.
With a tsk sound, she lectured, “Less than that, and you’ll find your coffee may be too sweet or even sour. Any longer, and your coffee will be over-extracted and appetizingly bitter,” she said, as if that was a fact everyone should have known. “-so set a timer,” she finished, making her way to the chicken-shaped timer and twisting it to the correct time,
You never need a timer, you always intuitively knew when it was ready. Celestia thought. She didn’t say this to Twilight, she feared it would be catastrophic seeing her routine shift. Besides, she rather liked seeing Twilight go through her routine like this, like a checklist.
Twilight took a white ceramic mug from the cabinet and placed it on the counter. They waited until the timer went off before Twilight poured the bleak liquid, devoid of any colour, straight into her cup. “Word to the wise: The flavor notes of your coffee will change as the cup cools. If at first, you’re not tasting what was intended, let it continue to set up. What you taste when it’s piping hot is not what you’ll taste when it’s cooled to a lukewarm temperature.”
“Same goes for tea,” Celestia noted.
She nodded, “You’re right.”
The two made their way back to the table, Celestia taking a seat at the very end of the table and Twilight pulling a chair to sit beside her.
Celestia flinched and held her heart dramatically when Twilight took a sip, “Princess, black coffee is the best coffee,” she said. Reiterating that drinking her coffee with absolutely nothing in it was a part of her morning routine too. A crucial component every morning.
Celestia let out an exaggerated sigh holding her hooves together, “I knew I should’ve made you go to more tea parties.”
Twilight frowned, “No, I went to one of your tea parties, and never again,” she announced sternly.
“The exclusive early access to the archives wasn’t worth it?” Celestia teased.
“It was… just not consuming your ridiculously sweet water! It was sweetened water. Glorified sweetened water!” She exclaimed.
Celestia laughed, “Touché, my faithful student. Touché.”
For Celestia, it was hard to envision her day without Twilight to accompany it. It was hard for Celestia to even start the day without Twilight. As coffee became something integral to Twilight’s routine, Twilight herself was integral to Celestia’s. However, it was something she hadn’t realized until her routine derailed.
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Celestia hummed a familiar tune as she made her way to the dining room as she did every morning. Occasionally she would wave to a guard with a perfectly crafted smile on her face made especially for mornings. A smile for each occasion. A smile that rarely gets returned perfectly.
Entering the dining room she let herself breathe. This was her relief period after raising the sun. A period just to herself and Twilight before starting the day. Before the long obnoxious meetings with the nobles and the day court. The very prospect made her eyes twitch a little.
Celestia sat in the chair at the head of the table and wrapped her hooves around the cup of coffee she had made earlier. Measure, grind, pour, soak, stir, brew, and pour. It had been a while since she decided to make a cup for herself, the very process of making it was muscle memory. All the mornings spent with her student allowed for this very cup to be made. Feeling the warmth of the cup she allowed herself to let out a sigh. A small escape of expression she wouldn’t dare allow her subjects to see, she wouldn’t dare allow them to see her grief and uncertainty.
You never told me coffee doesn’t taste as good when you don’t make it. You never told me that although I could search through every single cafe in Canterlot to find one that would measure up to yours they never do. I don’t even drink coffee and I know what makes a good cup. I don’t even drink coffee and yet, I can’t help but miss yours. I can’t help but miss you.
The creek of the dining room doors brought her back from her thoughts. Her ears perked up, her eyes igniting with a shine that was atypical to her lately, and her heart holding onto the bit of hope and fantasy she made up this morning.
“Is that coffee I smell dear sister?”
It was just Luna.
The smile, that somehow materialized without her awareness, faded, the clear disappointment was all that was left, “Ahem, yes. Yes, it is, Luna.” Celestia said, looking down at the lone cup. Her reflection swayed from its ripples yet it failed to conceal the look of sadness that seemed to overwhelm Celestia this morning.
Luna frowned, “Were you expecting someone else?” She asked, taking the seat across from her sister on the opposite end of the long grandiose table.
“What?” Celestia looked up instantly, meeting Luna’s eyes which seemed to communicate that her sister knew the answer whether Celestia chose to tell the truth or not, “No, of course not, who would be in here other than us?”
“No one,” Luna naturally replied, humming in agreement.
Grabbing a banana with her magic from the center fruit basket, Luna began to eat it, slowly peeling the skin and keeping her steady fixed stare on her sister. Celestia had to admit it was intimidating. And yet she still upheld her signature smile as if it were to slip her whole concerns would as well.
A few moments passed before any of them spoke again, “Why are you drinking coffee?” Luna asked. It was such a straightforward, uncomplicated question. It had no right to send Celestia spiraling and shifting through memories she long forgo for her own sanity.
Carefully with an even tone, “I just needed a head start to my morning,” Celestia sheepishly said, waving her hoof as to veto the topic entirely.
Luna slightly nodded, “Some teas have more caffeine than coffee,” she blankly stated.
“I know,” she acknowledged, keeping her voice chirp and even.
“And yet… you still chose to drink coffee,” Luna softly said more so to herself to allow the statement to ring out and weave out the answers she wanted. Glancing at the counter top a shiny machine sat, clearly kept well. She grinned, “I didn’t even know we had a grinder in this room. When did you get it?”
“It was Twilight’s-” The name slipped. Celestia internally cursed herself. She allowed herself to say the one name she needed to not mention. Although she certainly didn’t mean it to it almost if it was almost the most natural thing. Like how a teacher boasts about their student. Her name was ingrained.
“Twilight Sparkle?” Luna clarified her full attention finally on her sister. No fruit to distract the sister, no grinder to prompt the sisters, no students to fulfill the sisters.
All Celestia could do was nod carelessly. Luna’s eyes softened a small smile of sympathy took shape before starting, “It’s normal for anyone to miss their favourite student. It is okay to yearn-”
Celestia let out a deep breath, cutting her sister off before she could finish and reveal her buried thoughts, “Luna. I miss her a normal amount. A reasonable amount.” She flatly said, emphasizing the ordinary notion of the words.
Luna slightly frowned looking at her sister and then the cup, “Sister, you never drink coffee. Maybe once every thirty moons. But since Twilight moved you drink coffee, I dare say this, regularly.”
She pressed her lips thinly in an effort to summon an excuse, “I… had a change of heart,” she answered quietly.
“No sister, don’t deny,” Luna dryly said, her eyebrow furrowed, seriousness encapsulating her expression.
“I’m not denying anything!” Celestia snapped, a little louder than she anticipated. Louder than she had wanted. It only drew more attention to her.
Luna wasn’t fazed by the outburst, her sister’s defense was all she needed, “Then admit you miss her.”
Celestia looked away from Luna before muttering bitterly, “It sounds pathetic.”
“And why do you say that?”
She sighed, and looked around the room to ponder a way to put her thoughts out, “Because… I shouldn’t. My students constantly move away and move on to advance further in their studies all the time. It’s normal, it's expected. So why do I feel… so empty?” When Celestia's mind drifted off to Twilight she always decided that it was only sensible to shut her mouth. There were some things she needed to be hidden under a smile. But Luna's beckoning made her let it out all at once.
“Do you care about Twilight Sparkle?” Luna blankly asked.
“What are you-”
“Answer the question, please,” she urged.
“Of course, I care about her,” she said earnestly. The answer was obvious.
“You care about her more than anyone else.” It wasn’t a question. It was as if it was a fact, and now that it has been disclosed it seemed like a viable yet quixotic truth.
“I…” Celestia trailed off. She was unsure. She hadn’t been unsure in a while.
“It is okay, sister. It is okay to feel this void when she’s away; it means you care about her a lot. Perhaps a lot more than you’re willing to admit to yourself.”
Celestia slowly nodded, absorbing what Luna had said. Thankfully, Luna stopped her interrogation, the air in the room becoming instantly lighter.
“I am going to sleep, I’ll see you in the evening, Celestia,” she said, bidding her sister farewell leaving Celestia to her own devices and empty thoughts.
Celestia clenched the cup with her hooves, ripples flowing in throughout the cup due to her shaking clasp. She took a sip of her coffee. It wasn’t as good.
Twilight let out a sigh as she pressed her cheek against her hoof. The initial feeling of pure joy she felt began to muddle into fatigue and a racing mind, her whole body started to slump due to the toll. She felt exhausted just by thinking, and these were only the first hours of her being a newly-minted Princess, she couldn't imagine what the rest of her reign would feel like. And though elegant classical music was booming next to her and seeing her friends in a trance on the dancefloor had done nothing to subside her thoughts.
A small dragon looked over at the young princess who was now counting the flower petals on the table decoration. Sometimes she would give the occasional nod and thank-yous to those who had approached her. She would smile and then frown again, screw on a smile, and then back to gloom.
Stepping off the dance floor after finishing the dance to the last song he moved towards Twilight. “I can’t believe it,” he started.
Twilight turned to meet Spike and let herself give a tiny grin from seeing a familiar friend instead of another Canterlot noble, whose interests weren’t exactly the most conscientious. “Can’t believe what?”
“That you’re a princess now!” Spike exclaimed and he threw his arms around her which ruffled her dress. “That’s awesome!”
Twilight laughed and rolled her eyes. She found it amusing that everyone except her seemed to rather like the idea of her being a Princess. She guided her arm through the spikes on top of his head, “I suppose,” she muttered.
Spike jumped on the chair next to her, to meet her eyes properly. “All this power coursing through your veins! What are you going to do with it, Princess Twilight Sparkle?” He asked in a lowered voice as he clenched his fist to create bulging veins that created the false illusion of great strength.
She giggled at the display and tapped her hoof on her chin to contemplate his question for a moment. “I don’t know, I haven’t given it much thought.”
“I for one would commission the most wonderful fabrics from Canterlot to Manehatten! The royal treasury pays for those right?” Rarity said finally getting off the dance floor to come from her side. She elegantly sidestepped to avoid the waiter whilst flawlessly grabbing another glass of punch and offering it to Twilight. It was an exquisite liquor, the raw purple colour that stained your whole mouth could attest to that.
Twilight took a slight sip of the drink savouring the flavours for a minute, hoping that it would make her feel a little bit more relaxed, before crafting her response. “Yes… but I can’t do what I want as I please.”
“Isn’t that the point of being royalty now being able to do anything you want, whenever you want?” Spike said. He jabbed his elbow into Twilight’s shoulder to emphasize the temptation and fun it all entailed. However, after seeing Twilight’s scowl he stopped immediately and mustered a grin.
“No, Spike,” she said sternly, her lecturing voice peeking through ever-so-slightly. “There are a lot of responsibilities!
“Uhm, Twilight?” Spike said to help interrupt her spiraling to no avail.
She continued frantically, increasing the volume of her voice as she went down the list: “Duties! Papers, meetings, bureaucracy, diplomacy, expectations!”
Rarity and Spike slowly stared at each other, Twilight had been pacing on the spot taking sharp and sudden turns after every new peering thought. It made her teeth rattle, her hooves shake, and her body tremble.
“Ahem, darling, there is time. I don’t think Princess Celestia will push you into everything immediately, hehe,” Rarity lightly laughed, though it came out more awkward than encouraging. She instead tried to wave her hoof back and forth to dismiss Twilight’s overbearing thoughts.
Twilight paused her movement to ponder the sentiment. She inhaled sharply and exhaled calmly. Taking a sip of her punch before she closed her eyes to help her clear her mind, “You’re right, Rarity.” –It’s going to be much worse! Twilight thought. Perhaps we’ll be at war! Or an economic collapse! She shivered at the possibilities.
Rarity smiled and placed a hoof on her shoulder as a reassuring gesture, “Princess Celestia isn’t going to be cruel and make you do everything at once. I’m sure she knows the feeling of how stressful responsibilities can be as the ruler of Equestria and such,” she finished and took a casual sip of her own drink.
“MHMM!” Twilight hummed in perfect agreement. Her eyes were now wildly darting around the room where they locked onto Princess Celestia who had been talking to a pompous Canterlot noble. The upturn of his snout gave it away. Feeling the foreign gaze Celestia looked in Twilight’s direction and gave her a small wave to acknowledge her former student kindly. Twilight looked around her surroundings to make sure it was addressed to her before returning the gesture, albeit very slowly and awkwardly.
“Twilight?” She heard Rarity call out her name oddly loudly. She turned to face her to only be met with furrowed eyebrows.
She blinked, shaking her head once more. “Are you alright, darling? I was repeating your name for quite some time now.”
“Y-yeah! Sorry, I spaced out for a second.” Twilight said and ran her hoof down her mane in an effort to stabilize herself and her surroundings.
“It’s quite alright.” Rarity smiled sympathetically, taking another sip of her punch.
She laughed and pulled on the collar of her dress emphasizing the dismay she felt for the suddenly stuffy environment. “Could you excuse me for a moment?”
Rarity nodded with softened eyes and Twilight dashed away. After several stops, nods, greetings, and thank-yous she managed to reach the far side of the crowded ballroom and more impressively was able to slip out of the room, rather unnoticed.
Celestia, however, noticed her hasty departure. An uncharacteristic frown formed, replacing her perfect smile, the concern she felt was now on full display. In Celestia’s mind, it was odd for anyone to leave their own party, let alone coronation. She put a hoof up to excuse herself from the noble circle to swiftly follow after Twilight.
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Twilight immediately pulled in a deep breath taking in the crisp salt air of the night. A cool breeze moved across her, which made her mane dance. Twilight slumped on the railing and squinted to make out the last bit of the sunset ripping out the sky. The oranges were barely visible, they were now muddled in the colour that basked her mane. It was ironically twilight—the short period between sunset and dusk. The northern skies were ever-so-slightly illuminated by the evening sun. It made it so that they were neither totally dark or wholly lit.
On the balcony, she spotted the garden below her. A garden she visited multiple times with the Princess herself. Now, instead of being amongst the beautiful flowers and exotic plants, Twilight was admiring them in an attempt to settle the raging thoughts within her subconscious.
Perhaps if she was within the gardens, she could truly distract herself. It wasn’t like they weren’t accessible. She was a princess now, she could easily go into private property, no questions asked, no eyes to doubt, no mind to question her authority. And now with her wings, they were perfectly accessible, all she had to do was fly down.
Instead, she sighed and let her eyes just settle on the garden before taking her crown off to stare at it intently. She instantly felt her head feel lighter, the gold created a weight she was not quite equipped to handle.
It was a new crown that the princesses crafted themselves, they took the element of magic out of her old crown and molded it into the one she was holding. When they did it, Twilight truly felt the passing of her old life. Now the crown represented not only the element of magic but the heavy responsibilities she now had as a princess. Whenever she wielded it or wore it she was now upholding an image. Someone who is benevolent, someone who should not be crossed.
Twilight let out another heavy sigh and drank the rest of her punch. The alcohol was taking its sweet time to take effect, much to her dismay.
She felt a shadow overcast her. The slight tapping of golden shoes against stone confirmed the identity of her new presence. Twilight pulled her attention behind her, “Good evening, Twilight.”
Twilight offered a tiny smile, “Good evening, Princess.”
Celestia stepped up to her side, “I didn’t think I would find you alone at your own coronation. Less so with a cup of alcoholic punch in her hoof.”
She removed the drink from Twilight. “I suppose wings and the title isn’t the only thing that has changed,” she laughed.
“Just don’t make it a habit,” Celestia said earnestly.
“I won’t,” she whispered. Although Celestia was beside her now, she couldn’t bring herself to keep up the facade. She had no energy to keep her thoughts at bay.
“Is everything okay, my faithful– I suppose you’ve outgrown that title now.”
“I suppose,” her answer was short.
Celestia finally dropped her smile and turned to stare at the horizon, the sunset and twilight were leaving the skies, now replaced fully by an array of stars. The two stood together in silence as the chilled breeze glazed gently through their ears until Celestia met her eyes, the nagging that something was in fact wrong made her push a little further. “Are you upset over something?”
Twilight shook her head and averted her gaze entirely. “Of course not, Princess!” She gasped, her tone made it seem that she was almost offended that she had asked such a rhetorical question. “It’s my coronation, it’s supposed to be the most important, and memorable day of my entire life. What could I ever be upset about?” A smile instantly materialized to help her dismiss the topic and how preposterous it was. How everything she was thinking was only nonsensical.
Except what she said only confirmed Celestia’s concern. “Twilight, what’s on your mind?” She urged.
Twilight slumped back down again. She paused trying to find the most succinct words to put her thoughts. “It all happened so fast,” she started. “It wasn’t so long ago that I was a closed-off pony without friends living in Canterlot. Who’s only passion and will to live was academia and the endless pursuit of magic!” Twilight laughed recalling who she used to be.
Celestia nodded and smiled, “Quite the change indeed from your old reality.”
Twilight locked eyes with Celestia before asking, “Am I really equipped to lead a nation?”
The princess took no time to place Twilight’s crown back onto her head, she moved her hair so it sat perfectly. When she was finished she smiled proudly and replied, “Yes.”
“How can you be so sure?”
Celestia used a wing to shield Twilight from the wind, making her flinch slightly from the contact. She brought a hoof to her chin, “Let’s see: you’ve reunited me with Luna, reformed the Lord of Chaos, saved the Crystal Empire, and created new magic. The weight of your accomplishments speaks for themselves.”
“But that’s not enough when it comes to the logistics of running a kingdom— It’ll be my fault we go into a war!” She cried.
Celestia laughed, “Skills like avoiding a war take time to learn as friendship takes time for you to learn. There is always time to learn these things, Twilight. But you know what’s something that may not ever be learned?”
She shook her head, “What?”
“Compassion. Selflessness. A righteous heart. That is what allows you to succeed when others have failed, Twilight.” Before Twilight could open her mouth to protest Celestia continued, “Whereas skills with diplomacy, bureaucracy, negotiation will be easily built on.”
“B–but what if I mess up?” Twilight said, looking directly at Celestia for a response that would affirm her doubts.
“Then rest assured I will be here right by you to help you. You don’t have to walk this journey alone. And if you stumble or fall, I will always be here for you. As will your friends too,” she finished with an affectionate nuzzle, and one Twilight returned.
“Thank you, Princess.” Twilight breathed feeling her racing mind beginning to slow.
Celestia held her close, “Of course, and know that will never change, regardless if you were a princess or not. I’ll always be available to guide you, Twilight.”
She said everything with such sincerity that it came out as if it was a fact. An unwavering fact that cannot be unchanged no matter the circumstances. And for Twilight that was enough to settle the rest of her doubts. The simple knowledge that someone will constantly be there to support her was enough. She allowed her mind to finally rest.
Celestia trotted up excitedly to the grandiose doors of the lone castle in Ponyville. The excitement she felt made her mouth upturn into a smile before she even realized it. Spending time with someone she hadn’t seen for a while always put her in a lighter mood. Even just having the chance to escape Canterlot and the constant nagging can make any day instantly better.
However, it was especially special now as she was going to spend time with her favourite former student. It was always a treat to see Twilight, as they both have gotten busier with their own schedules it had been harder to find the opportunity to just sit down and chat. A contrast to when they were living together in the castle back in Canterlot all those years ago.
Now, Twilight had her own castle, and Celestia was alone, missing the company of a young eager student. Though she had Luna, she still often found herself expecting a certain student to be around the corner, or waiting to be asked presumptuous questions late at night, accompanied by a tired baby dragon, who was unfortunately always dragged to her expeditions at the library.
Celestia knocked lightly at the wooden doors and took a few steps back waiting to be answered. A huge grin was plastered on her face as she predicted a long wait time. The longer it took Twilight Sparkle to answer the door always correlated to how invested and impressive her latest project was. Perhaps it’ll take two minutes today, she had told me she was working on a spell to find a connection— her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of hoof steps approaching the door. Hoof steps much too frantic, and quicker than the ones she was anticipating.
The door cracked open. It made a hollow sound that echoed throughout the castle as it did.
Celestia raised an eyebrow at the strange aroma the very act of opening the door was producing. As she recalled, it hasn’t been this suspensive the last time she visited. It made her feel a little unnerved. “Twilight?” She called out.
A different purple pony stepped out. One with a teal streak in her mane instead of a stark pink, and more surprisingly without any wings. The pony smiled and waved before remembering who she was addressing and instead hesitated into a low, respectful bow. However, she got up very quickly after seeing the princess’ confused features, “No, Starlight actually!”
Celestia masked her confusion and disappointment by managing a small smile. A perfect grin that she would default to, smile, smile, smile. It helped stopped the outrageous requests from each patron of the day court, something about seeing her so kind and amicable made them less angsty. It was years of this practice, in building the facade that prepared her for instances like these when she is thrown totally off guard.
Now, it helped Celestia not act like a complete fool not knowing who the pony in front of her was. She racked her mind briefly and then her eyes beamed when she recalled correctly; as if a light bulb very literally went off inside her head, “Ah– you must be Twilight’s new student! It is a pleasure to finally meet you.”
Starlight waved her hoof and a hue of pink scattered across her face, “No, the pleasure is all mine, really, princess!” Starlight said hastily. “Uhm– are you here to see Twilight? I’m sure you weren’t even expecting to meet me…”
“Yes I am, is she here?” Celestia asked eagerly.
Starlight slowly looked behind her and then back to meet Celestia’s impending gaze. She gave her a light chuckle but halted and ended up clearing her throat instead. “She’s not home, the map called her for a friendship mission…” Starlight said. She winced when she saw Celestia’s overcast eyes. “But! I-I’m sure she’ll be back right away! Uhm– if you’d like you can wait here for her to return!” Starlight offered.
Celestia beamed, “That sounds great.”
Starlight smiled and opened the door completely to let the Princess in, “Let’s wait for her in the map room, follow me!” Princess Celestia promptly entered the castle and closed the door behind her. Starlight stood awkwardly waiting before leading her through the castle. The tapping of her gold regalia on the crystal floors made an almost unbearable noise for Starlight. It only created more tension in the air as it emphasized that she was in such close proximity with THE Princess Celestia. She almost considered teleporting them to the destination to avoid the tension completely.
Luckily it was a short distance from the entrance way to the location of the map so she didn’t have to endure the uncomfortable atmosphere for long. Opening the doors to the room Starlight took a seat in Rarity’s chair while Celestia took hers in Twilight’s.
Starlight kept her smile, which by now was straining. The sweat which was now running down her temple was revealing her true feelings towards her company.
Celestia meanwhile was sitting perfectly upright, trying not to be bothered by Starlight’s unfocused stare and the awkward shifting of her weight in the chair. Celestia smiled, hoping that it will invoke a more welcoming aura towards the nervous unicorn. “So Starlight, what have you learned since you’ve lived in Ponyville?” She asked, honestly curious and not just in an attempt to settle the air.
Starlight jumped a little, not expecting to be addressed personally, “Lots of things! Although I haven’t been here for long, Twilight has already planned so many friendship lessons for me. Later today I’m helping Pinkie Pie with some orders at Sugarcube Corner!”
Celestia giggled, “That sounds wonderful, a day baking is a great way to spend time with your friends. But that certainly sounds like Twilight. I wouldn’t be surprised if she has already planned the next three years for you.”
“Oh um, that’s great really, great!” Starlight muttered, she laughed to conceal her underlying feelings.
Celestia gave a sympathetic look instantly understanding what was going on. She recognized it from years of teaching, the shadows of doubt and shame. “Starlight, I’m certain that you have the potential to be a wonderful pony. Twilight has expressed countless times that she can trust that you will continue to grow better. That you’re a good pony ready to do great things as long as we allow you to. That’s not something she shunned away from.”
Starlight looked up to meet Celestia’s eyes. Pensive magenta eyes looked deeply into hers. It was sincerity. She nodded slowly, taking a moment to absorb everything completely. “I didn’t know she believed in me so strongly. I didn’t know she told you.”
“It was her argument when she gave you a royal pardon. I don’t do what she said justice, seeing her debate the council, doing it so ruthless, and passionately was truly endearing,” Celestia recounted. “She defended you with everything she had, Starlight. You are in good hooves under her guidance.”
Starlight breathed taking everything in, “One of the first friendship lessons I learned was empathy and forgiveness. Before I even became her student it had been her willingness to put faith in me, and give me a chance,” she said softly.
“She had always been kind,” Celestia agreed. “It goes both ways, it was also your willingness to accept her and accept the change that led you to a brighter path.”
Starlight laughed, “I supposed, but it was really Twilight who snapped me out of it,” she explained. They lapsed into a comfortable silence, finally adjusted to each other enough to be able to simply sit without having to feel the irking awkward quietness. Until a sudden thought came over her from seeing the perfect opportunity to ask something that was on her mind for a while, “I heard that you and Twilight go way back. Before she was a princess. What was she like?”
Celestia pondered for a moment to think about her response. It was hard to explain in words who Twilight was. There were simply not enough words. On the surface, she is intelligent, diligent, and serious. Before moving to Ponyville Celestia dared say that she was unapproachable, cold, and abrasive. But to describe Twilight now would be describing a totally different pony, except one thing always remained consistent.
“An insomniac.”
Starlight stared blankly at the Princess. She waited for her to backtrack on her answer. The longer she waited the longer it was harder for Starlight to hold in her laughter before it burst out completely. “Insomniac?!” She repeated in gasping breaths. “I was expecting something like, ‘oh she was the epitome of kindness when she was born!’ not insomniac!” She snorted.
Celestia laughed as well, “Don’t get me wrong she is very kind, talented, no less than amazing, but she had always had a bad habit of staying up working hard on her projects.”
“I’m afraid that habit has stayed then,” she said wiping a tear from her eye.
Celestia smiled reminiscing back on the countless times she had found Twilight still up from the previous night just reading. So immersed every single time. “Still a black coffee every morning?”
Starlight shook her head, “No, more like one in the middle of the night. Where does she get her coffee beans? It’s so potent and strong?”
“They’re ones imported from Vanhoover,” she said immediately, it was because she orders them to be shipped to the castle every moon and they always manage to arrive promptly, just in time for the last shipment to run out.
Starlight hummed, “What’s her favourite flavour of ice cream?”
“Vanilla,” she answered as quickly.
Starlight smiled, “The book she’s currently reading?”
“It’s a re-read, The Myth of Sisyphus, though she typically reads ten books at a time.”
She nodded, “What’s her favourite flight pattern?”
“The Aristotelian Maelstrom Moonsault!” Celestia said her hooves were now on the table and she had gotten out of her seat. The trivia burned a fire in her soul and ignited her will and might to get every single one of those questions right.
With a smug smile Starlight clapped, “To be honest, I didn’t know what any of those answers were. Honestly, I was waiting for you to admit you didn't know the answer. But you didn't, I'm impressed, Princess.”
She laughed, “So do I get a prize then?”
Starlight put a hoof to her chin looking behind Celestia for a brief second before looking back at her to reply, “The title of knowing Twilight better than her own parents?”
“I’ll take that!” Celestia said happily. She clapped her hooves together at the new title. Excited that she had won something, even if the trivia game wasn’t that easy.
“Wow, Princess Celestia, I didn’t even remember I liked that once, good catch,” she heard a voice say directly behind her.
Celestia spun around, “Twilight?” She said surprised that she didn’t hear someone come into the room. The doors made such an awful noise that would tell anyone that someone was entering. Getting up from her seat she moved to meet Twilight in the doorway.
“It’s good to see you, Princess,” she smiled. Celestia wordlessly gave Twilight an affectionate nuzzle.
When they broke apart she remembered the third presence, “Thank you, Starlight. I’m glad you two had the opportunity to finally meet each other!”
Starlight waved her hoof dismissive, “It’s no problem, when the maps calls, you go. That’s just how it works,” she said motioning her arms in the air to add the whimsical effect. Twilight nodded in agreement.
“We were just talking about her position as your student,” Celestia said pulling back her calm demeanor. Starlight smiled and nodded quickly, upholding the lie.
Twilight beamed, “I was meaning to show you the friendship lessons I had planned for you, Princess!” She said eagerly, teleporting away and materializing back to the same spot, now accompanied by a stack of papers with her. She handed Celestia a stack of papers. She scanned through them quickly and giggled. “What’s so funny?”
“I did the same with you, marked with dates, and perfectly colour coded too!” She laughed harder flipping through more lessons and seeing the uncanny similarities between the ways Twilight structured Starlight's lessons and how she structured Twilight’s.
Twilight grinned, “I mean, I did learn from the best.”
Celestia laughed, rolled her eyes jokingly, and pulled her into a hug. For Celestia, initiating physical affection felt natural, only if it was towards Twilight. She had to admit if it was anyone else, she would feel foreign to the idea. For centuries she had learned to keep ponies at arms lengths. Careful to not create any personal bounds that would result in any sort of attachment. Because gaining the favour of a princess, was better than any gold or any other leverage. Why would she ever want to be subjected to all of that again?
But along came Twilight and all the walls she thought she built collapsed. And oddly enough, she was okay with that.
“So… how long have you known each other?” Starlight said, pausing her thoughts.
Twilight looked back to Celestia and smiled, “A very long time. Since I was a little filly. We met when I got my cutie-mark, and from that moment forward I became her protégé. Spent my time studying in the castle until I moved to Ponyville, that’s the gist of it at least,” she briefly summarized.
“You lived in the Canterlot castle since you were a filly until you moved to Ponyville?” Starlight questioned she looked keenly at Twilight.
She nodded slowly, glancing at Starlight to question what was wrong with that sentiment, “Yes?”
“Don’t your parents live in Canterlot?” Starlight started. “Couldn’t you have stayed with them?”
A penny dropped. The air began to tighten. A long pause overstretched the group. Celestia looked down intently at Twilight awaiting her response or lack of response to change the topic, Starlight considered backpedaling on her words.
“I didn’t see much of my parents after I got my cutie-mark," Twilight said in an even tone, that didn't show any hint of resentment or enjoyment about speaking of the topic of her parent's involvement when she was younger. She was indifferent. Completely indifferent.
Raven’s facial expression remained unchanged, she was unimpressed. It had started to be more of a regular occurrence for the Princess to clear her schedule on weekends in particular. Celestia raised her eyebrow waiting for a rebuttal. Raven opened her mouth to say something before closing it again, she was thinking of an argument without overstepping her bounds. “Princess, are you sure?” She started. “That would mean you would have to compensate by doing two times the amount of work tomorrow.”
Celestia gave a polite smile and her eyes danced carelessly, “That’s fine. It won’t be the end of Equestria if I push a viewing or two.”
Raven gave an agreeable curt nod, “Then it’ll be done.”
“Thank you.”
Before Raven exited the throne room she looked at Celestia hesitating. The question lingered on her tongue. “May I ask you something, your majesty?”
“You may," Celestia said turning back to meet her gaze.
Raven hesitated to try to put her curiosity into viable words, “What are you planning to do with a free schedule?”
Celestia grinned. “I have something fun planned.”
“With your student, Twilight Sparkle I presume?” Raven asked upfront. Her speculation on what the ruler of Equestria was doing, which seemingly was so important that she needed to clear everything on her already tight schedule, pressed on her mind endlessly. She wanted confirmation.
“You would be correct,” Celestia admitted and looked at her aide anticipating perhaps a berate.
Raven’s lips thinned, and she fought to bite her tongue. “I’ll see you tomorrow then,” she said blankly, finally leaving her alone in the throne room. Hearing the door close, Celestia smiled and clapped her hooves together excitedly before making an exit as well.
Weaving through the grand hallways of the castle and giving the occasional greetings, smiles, and waves to the staff she stood in front of a door. A door she would admit that she visited more than a monarch should.
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It started with skipping one weekend. One weekend then turned into two, and two turned into three. By the fourth weekend, Twilight Sparkle had given up on the prospect of her parent’s visits.
At first when she began living on campus, being the Princess' personal protégé and such, Twilight would experience waves of homesickness. Practically begging the guard on stand-by to let her at least visit her old home.
But as she began to become more accustomed to the arrangements of her studies she began actually becoming almost disinterested in returning to her family. However, they have never been disinterested in visiting her though now much more infrequent.
The visits, if they did visit, lasted mere minutes. Because having her time allocated elsewhere would be better than going to the carnival or the park, she was simply too grown up now. Twilight sought satisfaction in a different place, unlike other fillies; she was always prioritizing her studies, taking care of Spike, and appeasing her teachers, all of which were much more rewarding than a day with her parents not knowing where to take her.
Sometimes their schedules would be too conflicted which made it even harder for either of them to see each other, not that Twilight had minded. But when they did have a chance so much time had passed that she was practically a different pony. To put it simply, Twilight had outgrown her parents and their endless desire to enroll her in foolish, childish activities. Twilight had changed, matured completely now under the tutelage of her wise teachers. She didn't need senseless family time every weekend.
Now it was the fifth weekend. And quite frankly, Twilight was tired and indifferent to all of it. She was going to spend the only two days of the week out of school to have the time of her life at the Canterlot Archives.
Strapping on her saddlebags with her cutie-mark patched on, she grabbed some extra papers on the tables, a quill, and an ink jar. Twilight mentally checked off each item as they were dropped into her bag before double taking and remembering the massive book on her wooden oak desk.
Using her levitation she picked up the heavy tome with faded lettering, she was reading the book the previous night and was completely immersed in it. It was on magical runes, how some cities around Equestria can have strong protection like spells which were actually runes in place centuries ago. She was overjoyed when she was able to check out the book from the library, she had been on the waiting list for quite some time.
Twilight looked around her room once more to ensure she hadn’t forgotten anything before marching up to a small crate, “I’m off to the archives today, Spike! A nice guard will be watching over you in my place after I leave. Please try your best to behave!” Twilight explained to the sleeping dragon.
Now she was readjusting her saddlebag as she goes through her checklist:
A great book? Check!
Sleeping dragon? Check!
Babysitter in place? Check!
Access to the archives? Check!
Everything was ready for her to have a great weekend. Albeit without the ponies she should be seeing, nonetheless, she didn’t want that to be a hindrance to her plans.
Satisfied with everything she turned to leave. Her horn glowed, opening the door to reveal—
“Gah!” Twilight exclaimed falling back a little, she bumped into something. She looked up, and her eyes widened, “Princess Celestia?”
“Hello, Twilight! Where are you headed off to this evening?” Celestia asked with a warm smile.
Twilight shook her head to snap out of her daze before she replied, “The Canterlot Archives!”
“On your day off?” Celestia frowned, she found it disturbing how other fillies and colts would spend their time off leisurely whereas Twilight wanted to work. Perhaps a day away from books would do her good, apparently, there's a new festival happening– she stopped her train of thought. It wasn't her business how Twilight spent her time, it wasn’t like she was a parent herself.
“Mhmm!” She said, eager at the idea of spending her whole day surrounded by Equestria’s best historical books.
“And you're not going to spend time with your parents? I heard they came to visit you this morning,” she asked, honestly curious about the lack of appearance of Velvet and Night Light.
Twilight shook her head. “Nu-uh.”
Celestia frowned again, “And why’s that?” Though she had expected her adamant answer; she couldn't help but feel saddened for her student, for missing something that should be fundamental regardless of whether you were incredibly mature.
“I have work to do, I can see them next weekend or I can visit them, but it's not every day I get to go to the archives all by myself! Besides, they’re very busy ponies, they have their own important jobs and lots of responsibilities,” she explained. And waved her hoof dismissively that she was far too old to have a day out.
Any free time she had should be spent wisely. Her parents being prominent astronomers and authors, respectively, could attest to that. Except what she said didn't translate into her features. Her eyes were suddenly overcast, and her expression translated everything Celestia thought. Was she regretful?
“Twilight, although they have important jobs they always manage to take time off to visit you frequently at the castle. I hope you know that they do care and love you very much, and I suggest you not hide from them. I think it's a good idea to spend time with them as much as you can before you get caught up with the things around you. After all, we tend to forget to enjoy things at the moment before it is too late.” Celestia reasoned and gave her an encouraging smile.
Twilight’s expression stayed even. She looked away, trying to be casual and mask her growing guilt and avoidance. “I know, Princess. But for now, I want to spend my time doing something I think is fun instead. It’s okay because with this I’m certain I'm going to have a good time!”
She winced, it wasn’t particularly a normal thing for young fillies to brush things off so callously. “Actually, I have a better idea! I have an idea of something we can do, though I can’t promise if it’ll be better than a day in the archives…”
Twilight perked up at the offer. “I always have fun when I’m with you, Princess!” Celestia should’ve felt guilty upon hearing those words uttered toward her. Was she stealing Twilight’s time and attention away to the point where she preferred to see her over her own family? But at the same time, she couldn’t help but revel in it.
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During the walk, Twilight asked her a million questions about where they were going. Celestia would always wave her off or change the topic entirely. Sometimes ponies would stare at the pair, it was unusual to see the Princess out and about without her royal guards or extra percussion, it was expected of them to at least dart questioning looks. But Celestia paid them no mind happily enjoying her time off with her student.
When they reached Pony Joe’s Twilight made an audible gasp and jumped excitedly. Celestia laughed at the reaction and simply opened the door for the young scholar to enter the building.
Celestia followed suit. The pair didn’t need to look at the menu as they both had been at the establishment many times prior. Twilight very vividly recalled all the times Cadance and Shining Armor would take her out after achieving a good grade on her assignment. And because she had gotten good grades all the time they saw the storefront of Pony Joe’s a lot.
They approached the nervous cashier, who seem to be a new hire, and Celestia placed an order of half a dozen donuts. “What do you want, Twilight?" She tapped her hoof to her chin, "I think half a dozen donuts will be enough, but anything else you have in mind?”
“A dark roast?”
Celestia smiled but shook her head, “No, how are you supposed to sleep with caffeine in your system?”
“That’s the point, Princess,” she said flatly like the answer was as obvious as Star Swirl’s imbrication spells. “I want to finish this book!” Twilight explained holding up the giant tome.
Celestia laughed and turned back to the cashier, “The six donuts will be all.”
The two chose a seat in the corner, away from the rest of the patrons of the local donut shop. As soon as they sat down Celestia took no time to devour the vanilla-glazed donuts while Twilight flipped through her book.
“I forgot how good these were!” Celestia said in-between bites. Twilight nodded and took a Boston cream, taking small bits instead. The only thing on her mind was how she wished her parents were here right now to be able to taste the delicious donuts. Such a preposterous thought, they were busy with their jobs after all.
“I think they have a delivery service, you could always have them delivered to the castle for you, Princess.” Twilight pointed out.
She jokingly rolled her eyes, “It’s not the same as eating them in-house. It’s like reading a book in your room compared to reading it in the library.”
Twilight laughed at the comparison, “I suppose.”
Celestia shallowed before she asked, “What are you reading?” Twilight perked up, the Princess never fails to ask her about the things she learned and actually understands them. A trait her parents lack, which just made Twilight more frustrated when she tried to explain the simplest of concepts to be met with an awkward grin and a nod.
“The Displacement of Notable Runes!” Twilight said eagerly. She pointed the book towards the Princess. Celestia squinted to try to make out the title to no use. How anyone could read the faded letters was beyond her.
“Runes? You won’t touch the topic until maybe in a few years from now…” she said pondering the curriculum for a second. “Is it interesting?”
Twilight nodded, “Oh yes, Princess! It’s crazy to see how magic is so consistent in Equestria. It’s something that can remain unchanged for so many centuries, and the structure can stay exactly the same as if it was cast yesterday!”
Celestia smiled at her excitement over magic, “Magic is truly remarkable. You can spend a lifetime learning it and you wouldn’t have made a dent in fully understanding it. Even I don’t understand it completely. It doesn’t help that magic is ever-changing. We will continue to develop new spells for centuries to come. After all, magic is eternal, as it takes shape in many different forms.”
Twilight’s eyes widened at the idea and the endless pursuit of magic. Truly endless if the Princess herself hasn’t learned everything there is to learn about the subject. Magic was infinite.
Twilight continued to take small bites out of her donut until she was finished. When Twilight was about to take another she noticed the center plate completely empty. Looking up at Celestia, she had her mouth stuffed with the reminisce of the last donut.
Celestia shallowed and used a napkin to wipe the evidence, the crumbs, away. “Ahem– those were really good,” she said cooly trying to uphold her perfect image.
Twilight laughed earnestly at the dismissive attempt which made Celestia smile. “We should probably head back to the castle now, I have to raise the moon,” she said after glancing up at the clock behind them. “I’ll teleport us back, to avoid the crowd,” she winked.
With a glow of her horn, they instantly appeared on her room balcony. Celestia stood tall overlooking the small towns below Canterlot and waited to feel the gust of wind blow her mane. Flaring her wings out she closed her eyes. Feeling the celestial body of the sun being lowered she brought the moon up.
The sky was now dark and she stared intently at the moon for a few moments before turning behind her to meet Twilight whose eyes were wide. “That was amazing, Princess!” She clapped.
“It becomes less impressive after doing it for so long, but I’m glad you think that, Twilight.” She smiled. “Say, how about we have a sleepover with some hot cocoa too,” she offered, hoping to prolong their time together.
Celestia was being selfish.
Twilight beamed, “That would be great, Princess.”
Celestia smiled, “I’ll be right back, then.” She teleported to the kitchen briefly to collect some mugs of hot chocolate before joining Twilight back in her chamber.
When she returned Twilight was sitting on the couch across from the fireplace, reading her book. She offered the mug to her and Twilight took it with her own magic. She took a sip of the drink and smiled, satisfied at the flavours. “Thank you, Princess.”
“Better than bleak coffee?” Celestia asked, taking a sip from her own mug.
Twilight pondered for a moment and shook her head, “No, close though.”
“Fine. But it won’t be long until you become an avid tea lover,” Celestia jokingly said.
Twilight rolled her eyes, “I am not going to your tea parties, Princess.”
“I’ll start hosting them on weekends to avoid them affecting your schedule, you should give them a chance getting to know your peers is a wonderful occasion!” Celestia said taking another sip of her hot cocoa.
She had expected Twilight to give a snarky reply, in fact, she wanted it and the sarcasm that came with it. But instead, the small filly was silent. Tears were flowing down her face. She tried blinking them away, but they just kept coming. Celestia panicked, she hadn’t meant for her to cry. “Oh, Twilight, I was just teasing you don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with,” she said trying to calm her down.
But Twilight just shook her head. Not meeting Celestia’s eyes, “I’m not upset over that, Princess,” she said quietly.
“Then what’s wrong, my faithful student?” She softly asked.
“I'm not supposed to be free on the weekends. I should be with my parents," Twilight said, rubbing her eyes to dispel the teats. "I want to go on stupid rides around the city, I want to casually get donuts and just talk about things I used to enjoy before I thought I was too old to enjoy them! It's just not the same as it was!" She cried.
Celestia pulled Twilight close to her and brushed her mane in a comforting gesture with her hoof. That seemed to help. “Twilight, even though you have changed their presence in your life hasn't, although they have a hard time understanding you now it doesn't change the fact they still love you very much,” she whispered in her ear.
“I know, I know...” Twilight repeated, it was as if she was grieving someone, something. And the more she was saying it the more it seemed like she was trying to convince herself. That she hadn’t believed Celestia’s words at all so perhaps if she agreed to it verbally it will be the truth.
Pathetic memories and new memories were all morphing together.
Celestia didn’t know what more to do except hold her close and reassure her and repeat the simple statement that they indeed loved their own daughter was indelible even if they don't understand her as well anymore.
But for now, all Celestia could do was book her schedule off on weekends to compensate for her woes. And make it so each time they spent time together she would be able to forget about the change in the relationships around them. It was the least she could do for a filly she had grown to care and love for. A love as infinite and unchangeable as magic itself.
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“I didn’t see much of my parents after I got my cutie-mark,” Twilight said evenly in an attempt to hide her underlying feelings for the topic. Upon seeing the frown appear on Starlight's face Twilight continued to forgo any bad connotations to the claim. "We just got caught up with our own schedules and when they tried to make plans I was so absorbed in dusty old books that I didn't bother. They never gave up though and eventually I was coaxed out of my shell. I guess it is possible to be too caught up in academia," she said with a light-hearted chuckle.
Starlight smiled. “Huh, so Princess Celestia acted as a secondary parent figure for you when you had your nose in the wonders of books or whatever,” she said with a twirl of her hoof and a roll of her eye.
Celestia’s eyes widened, she was ready to deny the comparison entirely. “Actually, I think Twilight—”
“Yeah, I suppose she was,” Twilight answered simply.
Celestia looked down at Twilight, she met her gaze. Magenta met vibrant purple, Twilight, and smiled. Celestia’s heart soared at her response. What was this feeling?
The slow hollow creak of the rusting castle door and the gentle sound from her hooves making an impact on the cold, smooth crystal floors were the only familiar features when she entered. Except, they too ringed a little too loud, a little too eerie. Even for a pony who enjoys her time alone, everything seemed too empty to the point that it was unnerving.
Twilight turned left towards a corridor, searching for any signs of her roommates. She started opening multiple doors at a time with her magic in a frantic attempt to find any indication of an ounce of life. Every time she would be met with the same empty rooms. And every time she would grimace, the line of sweat and her nervous expression which she had tried so hard to mask were now on full display.
Even the very corridors she was in seemed to torment her. From their dark uncertainty with nothing but sharp shadows to accompany them without any sort of light to create them save for the cool glow of mist that blew below her. She could’ve sworn she installed some lanterns in this part of her home.
Twilight turned to retrace her steps then suddenly paused when a violet shriek pulled her in another direction.
Her eyes became wild hearing the voice and before she knew it she was running towards the scream; at a pace, she couldn’t fathom herself. Picking up more and more speed she seeped further into the abyss of a home she shouldn’t feel uncertain in.
All she could make out were the painful, torturous echoes. The sheer pain of the noise beckoned her to reach it faster, quicker, sooner.
She just couldn’t.
Twilight was running as fast as she could, striking her hooves harder and harder on the ground beneath her, which threatened it to shatter from the might of her pounding strides. Her breathing became rigid, each breath was taking all her power to summon. Oxygen. Something so simple, prevalent, and abundant seemed to be avoiding her like she was the plague. Something so easy to do, the act of breathing, was now taking her all her remaining energy. She could cast the most powerful spells ever created but now she’s struggling to be alive?
She could feel her momentum starting to fail as the suffocating feeling was completely immersing her body; causing her legs to become immobilized as if there were heavy bricks encasing them. Until her whole body gave in and she collapsed.
The screams, the loud screams, that had been so far away, were now punishing her. They were becoming banshees, berating her for her endless failures in not reaching them in time. All Twilight could do was shield her ears with her wings and wait until they were finished. Except now, they were slithering into her head, her very mind. Their voices became so loud, so close, and clear they could have well been originating inside her own being.
Twilight stayed, unwavering in her position. “Make it stop,” she weakly pleaded.
The sudden sound of someone approaching made her peer out of her protective stance. Hopeful for a brief moment, before that feeling too, was swept away. Her irises moved wildly as she recognized who was in front of her. And she wanted nothing more than to snap her neck and wipe her existence into oblivion.
Chrysalis licked her lips as if she was ready for a feast she spent hours preparing. “I reveled in this sight— hah, seeing you at my mercy brings me so much joy!”
Twilight groaned, too exhausted from the agony the screams caused her. They sucked out her strength to even reply.
“You really thought you had bested me?” Chrysalis sang, bringing her narrow head to bask in Twilight’s cowardice.
“Yes,” Twilight murmured earnestly. This was the third time now?
She raised an eyebrow and smiled. “My my, you are foolish indeed, and they call you the smart one? The wedding was a good effort. I commend you for seeing through my disguise when no one else had. But our latest conquest? You really have no excuse for that now. I would be ashamed to call you my Princess. It’s a good thing I’m not a pony then, huh? I don’t have to admit that the pony who swore to protect me completely failed in the most humiliating way possible!”
Twilight stared intently at the love-leeching monster, not protesting anything she said. She lay picturing and feeling the experience from her green, gooey enclosure. It made her tremble. It was suffocating. All she had was her gasping breath to stay alive and though she wasn’t awake she could hear it—the struggle and hopelessness of the whole ordeal.
The worst part though? Were the damn taunts from that stupid bug. She would rather have her frantic breathing drive her to insanity than have that grotesque monster mutter another word to her.
And now that very bug was standing right before her, perhaps considering whether or not to capture her or just end it right here and now. Twilight begged for the latter. She couldn’t go through all of it again.
“What do you want?” Twilight whispered, hoping that everything would end in an instant if she appeased her.
She smiled and shook her head. “I already have what I want. Starlight out of the way, the Princesses at my mercy, your idiotic friends gone.”
Twilight shook her head, grief wasn't registering in her head, she was too tired. “No. No. No,” she repeated carelessly, “What do you want from me?”
“What more can you offer me? Seeing you like this? Ah– love it. I love it!” Chrysalis said and clapped mockingly.
Twilight slumped and the humiliation was now deluding her core. She felt so small and helpless. Perhaps if she allowed the Queen to keep pestering her she’ll become bored and move on. Move on to bigger things like conquering Equestria or a parade around Canterlot. Anything. Anything at all, besides harassing a limp princess with no will to contest her enemy’s weak attempt to break her soul. Embarrassingly it was working.
Each time she had seen Chrysalis and each time she vanquished her, the evil, annoying demon would always come back. And each time her spirit would break. Little by little, until the next occasion.
“I think you’ll like me more if I was gone. Out of your sight, completely.”
She pondered the sentiment before shaking her head, “You don’t get to escape me that easily Princess Twilight Sparkle. Where’s the fun in that?” She really enunciated her title, hearing it was like a jab, a bitter reminder of how far from the image of the almighty alicorn, feared by anyone who dared catch her gaze.
Twilight chuckled, it was a hollow sound that lacked any merit of amusement she saw in Chrysalis’ resolve. “You’re so dumb.”
Oddly enough, she didn’t sneer at the statement. “Oh? You’re more interesting than I thought. It’s funny because you’re in no position to say that. Am I really the dumb one out of the two of us? Aren’t you the one to let everything slip under your hoof? You couldn’t tell that we were replacing everyone you hold so dear. Powerless and utterly stupid, Princess,” she snarled.
“That part may be true. But it's not over yet, Chrysalis. As long as I’m still breathing I am here and alive. It will be enough for Equestria to remain safe.” She whispered, a part of her believed it, even if it sounded wildly preposterous.
Chrysalis gave an uncharacteristic boisterous laugh, wiping a tear away before starting her counter, “You really are delusional…”
Twilight couldn’t catch the rest of Chrysalis’ dialogue as her ears were filled with the piercing howls of the souls of Equestria she failed to protect. Twilight finally closed her eyes, accepting the sensation of defeat. She could make out the sound of Chrysalis’ tormenting laughter so clearly.
The chortle from her enemy was the last thing she heard before her whole vision was filled with darkness and the cold floor she became so accustomed to falling away. She basked in the lunge, at least now, she was away from the terrors…
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Twilight shot up immediately. Her breathing was rigid as if they were coming out like she almost drowned and a cold sweat drenched her mane. She blinked away the fog that appeared when she awoke from every nightmare and concentrated on her breathing.
It felt like an entirety of just trying to steady her breathing. All the self-regulation techniques flooded her mind. She needed something to cling onto reality. Thankfully they started becoming less like greedy panting and more substantial breaths. Smoothing out her mane and coat she started to feel a little calmer.
Until the slight rapping of her door startled her all over again.
“Uhm, Twilight? Are you okay?” A small voice asked, the hesitation revealed that they had been at her door for quite some time.
“W-we’re coming in!” Another voice said.
Twilight closed her eyes, she didn’t want to glance at her friends just yet. Taking a few more seconds to compose herself. When she looked at her new company she could feel that everything was going to pour out.
Starlight and Spike stood in her entranceway. Their eyes displayed nothing but concern for their friend. They made their way towards Twilight, taking gentle strides to her bed, careful to not startle her anymore.
“I’m fine,” she said, she surprised herself with how even and calm she sounded. Though her voice came out steady her body language clearly communicated that she was not in a state to have a conversation with them.
Spike crawled up and hugged her tightly. Placing his head firmly in the crook of Twilight’s arm.
Starlight gave her a sympathetic smile and offered her a glass of water, which she eagerly took, taking hungry gulps to soothe the sudden dryness in her throat.
Twilight nearly broke down at that moment, her composure was now almost failing her. Everything was falling apart and she didn’t know why.
Celestia sat perfectly upright as she jotted down notes for the upcoming negotiation. The slight flicker of the lit candle on her grand oak desk illuminated the left side of her face, revealing the raw tiredness she felt from the long day prior. She would let out the occasional yawn and use her hoof to cover her face so as to not acknowledge her fatigue entirely.
A light known on her door created a distinct reverberation throughout her room. She paused her writing, the quill at a standstill as she perked up at the new foreign noise. Setting her quill aside and rolling up the scroll she was working on she then took her time to blink away her lethargy before acknowledging her guest. “Come in,” she beckoned to the pony awaiting her on the other side.
The rustic door creaked, from the years of worn. “Sister?” a soft voice said as they entered Celestia’s massive bed-chambers.
Celestia immediately turned her attention to face her sister. Her eyebrows furrowed upon seeing the night princess. When Luna entered her room directly it was often a time of desperation, a matter to be discussed instantly. Celestia started to worry about what news her little sister brought tonight, although she hadn’t even explained it yet.
Luna moved to take a seat in one of her lounge chairs by the fireplace, taking her time to adjust her position. She motioned for Celestia to sit as well. Climbing to the one adjacent she joined Luna as they sat in a comfortable silence in front of the fire. Luna’s slumped shoulders told her that it had been a long day for her as well.
“It’s about Twilight Sparkle,” Luna started.
She perked up hearing the name, and a new wave of concern washed over her. “Twilight?” Celestia asked to clarify if she had heard her correctly.
Luna nodded then frowned, she looked towards the window to avoid her sister’s dire eyes for an answer. “Yes, it’s a matter I think you would be best equipped to handle.”
“What is it?” Celestia said urgently, her worry was now ceasing the fatigue she had felt earlier.
Luna hesitated before explaining, “I think the years of confrontations with enemies are taking a massive toll on her. The recent emergence of Queen Chrysalis especially is causing her distress.” She paused, studying Celestia for a while to only be met with narrowing eyes: hidden fury. “After all those battles, anyone is bound to break. It takes a toll on your psyche. I am surprised she was able to keep going for so long…”
At some point, Luna’s words didn’t reach her. All Celestia could focus on was her seething anger. The anger she felt and withheld. She swore to annihilate the bug monster if given the opportunity. Though the anger she felt seemed to fade and became a secondary emotion. Now, her heart began to well up in sudden pain and longing. A sudden need to pull Twilight to Canterlot, to her side, to safety. “Twilight…” she breathed, still processing through her initial reaction. “We must do something about this! How could you have oversight this?!” Celestia nearly yelled, her anger was trying to find anyone to latch onto at this moment.
Luna scoffed at the unwarranted personal jab. “I did not overlook this,” she said in a dangerously low tone that commanded her respect back. “Believe me; I tried, Celestia. Do you think I enjoyed seeing her in pain every night?”
“Every night,” Celestia repeated to herself. “And you did nothing?”
“Sister! I cannot do anything, that is why I came to you!” Luna exclaimed, finally not taking any more of her sister’s blame.
Celestia’s eyes widened, fear was overtaking her. “What do you mean you can’t do anything?”
Luna sighed in a confession of defeat, “She has sealed me off. Kept me out of her nights. How she could have learned that is beyond me. A strong illusion spell was easy to unmask, but the protection spell? It’s something akin to Shining Armor’s. It’s a ridiculously powerful shield spell– That’s beside the point though, I believe she didn’t want anyone to know. It’s beside me why that only she could answer. However, what I do know is that they have been happening.”
She winced, “I can’t believe… How is that possible? I hadn't taught her how to use magic within dreams– But, you’re certain I can do something about it?”
Luna sat her hoof on Celestia's shoulder, a gesture of nothing but trust and reassurance, “I know you can, sister. The love between— teacher and student transcends the toughest of shields.”
Celestia pondered what she said for a moment. “This burden. For how long?”
“Months,” she said regrettably.
“Months,” Celestia softly repeated. “Every night… Luna, what sort of– mentor does that make me? I should’ve recognized this sooner!”
Luna shook her head, “You couldn’t have known. Even I was deceived for some time before I noticed her illusion spells seemed rather off. No one has the same dream of recategorizing the Crystal Empire’s library every single night,” she laughed dryly.
Celestia laughed at the notion as well, which instantly lightened the mood. “Thank you for telling me, Luna. And I’m sorry for snapping at you,” she said earnestly.
“It’s fine. Truly. Though I don’t share the same love you have for Twilight, I do care for her. She was my first friend after all,” she smiled.
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Celestia sent the letter out that night. It was an invitation: to come to Canterlot immediately for assistance with the negotiation between Trottingham and Griffonstone. It was the perfect farce. Allows Twilight to get practice in diplomacy and have her away from the place that festered all of this.
A guard entered the throne room, halting her train of thought. He gave a low polite bow before speaking before her, “Princess, she’s here.”
Celestia nodded, a smile instantly manifested unknowingly. Setting aside the scroll she was reading she immediately began to make her way toward the southwest tower of the castle. Twilight’s tower.
When she turned the corridor, staff members were completely distraught with the appearance of another princess in the castle. They were sweeping and scrubbing the windows at a record pace as this particular section of the castle was the most neglected. Celestia gave all of them a polite, reassuring smile before she started to climb the steps.
Reaching the top she tapped gently on the door. It took a few more knocks until her presence could be acknowledged. But when the door did open the first time she noticed were the eyebags. Aggressive dark circles under her eyes that were starkly uncharacteristic compared to the happiness she displayed upon seeing her.
“Princess Celestia!” Twilight exclaimed, approaching the princess with an affectionate nuzzle.
“It’s good to see you too, Twilight,” she breathed, relieved. “I’m glad you’re here, there is much to do in Canterlot,” she said, pulling apart from the exchange.
Twilight nodded eagerly, “Of course Princess, I’m happy to be of service.”
Celestia giggled at her excitement, “The debate is in an hour, are you prepared?”
She nodded quickly, “Yup! I’ve been actually following the issue for a while now!” Twilight jumped in enthusiasm. She cast a levitation spell which made stacks, upon stacks of paper approach Celestia to support her claim. Her shocked expression from the well-prepared notes made Twilight grin proudly.
“Perfect,” Celestia beamed, “I expected no less from Equestria’s best diplomat.”
Twilight blushed from the compliment, “Thank you, Princess!”
Celestia motioned to the door, “I think we should get set up first in the conference room. It gives us an opportunity to catch up too,” she offered.
“Good idea!” Twilight exclaimed and swiftly stuffed her notes in her saddle bag and followed the princess out of her tower and to the corresponding corridor.
As the pair made their way to the conference room, Twilight took her time looking at the change in flowers displayed in the garden and smiled and waved to the castle guards. It had been a while since her last stay in Canterlot and she was taking in the new changes with an awe a newborn could only possess. Celestia smiled seeing Twilight adapt back into the environment and satisfied, she was able to take her away from Ponyville briefly to enjoy time together: albeit through work.
“I was wondering how the efforts after the Changeling attack are going?” Celestia asked, her eyes trailing Twilight’s expression to gauge her reaction to the sensitive topic.
Twilight paused pondering how to put everything in concise words. She opened the grandiose door to the conference room taking her time to just think as the Princesses took their seats on the head of the table and gave a polite wave to Raven, Celestia’s aide, who was already in the room set up.
“Surprisingly well,” she started. “Everyone in Ponyville continued back into their lives fairly quickly– I think we’re just all glad to get out of that gooey encasing…” Twilight shivered remembering the feeling.
Celestia frowned, though slightly, “That’s wonderful to hear. How are you holding up? I can imagine how busy you are leading the repairs,” she said, honestly concerned for her well-being.
“I’m fine, Princess. It’s my duty,” she said dismissively, waving off Celestia’s concerns and averting her gaze.
Celestia put a wing under Twilight’s chin and lifted her head towards her so their eyes could meet, “Have you been getting enough rest?”
She turned away from the Princess and dismissed her affection. Twilight shook her head, “I’m not a foal anymore. You don’t need to worry about me.”
Celestia slumped, “Sometimes I can’t help to…” she whispered under her breath. “Twilight–”
The door swung open making a distinguishable woosh noise which drew their eyes to the newcomer, “AH PRINCESSES,” he roared, his voice travelled and ringed throughout the room. “It’s good to see you this afternoon! Thank you for hearing what we have to say!” He boomed.
Celestia gave the pegasus a polite smile, “Of course, Bright Wing. The well-being of Equestria is of utmost importance to maintain. The issue with the griffons is no different in upholding this.”
Bright Wing nodded enthusiastically and took his seat on the left of Twilight. He adjusted the name card on the table before crossing, setting notes neatly beside him.
The door opened again, this time a griffon with a badge of the symbol of Griffonstone entered, his posture was strong and righteous, it commanded respect. The scars lining his face conveyed that he shouldn’t be crossed either. “Your majesty, your highness,” he said, getting into a low respectful bow before them. “Thank you for allowing us to settle this issue in your presence.”
Celestia nodded in acknowledgment of the Griffonstone ambassador and continued to wait as the rest of the delegates filed into the room. One by one everyone took their seats and talked amongst themselves amicably.
After everyone seemed to be settled Raven cleared her throat to gather the attention in the room. “We will begin. We will give time for General Blackbeak first.”
Blackbeak stood up tall from his seat, “We understand the recent event of the Changeling attack has taken a large toll on the resources in Trottingham, specifically food. As we know, Trottingham was hit the hardest in the recent attack because it was the hub for Changeling. They leeched off the city's supplies as they continued to make their strategic advances into Equestria. As we have an alliance with Equestria Griffonstone was swift to enact a system to export food and other resources to the city. However, Griffonstone should not be the sole provider of food for the city. Especially considering Equestria as a whole, has an abundance of food it can transport to Trottingham. Having Griffonstone continue to export to the city is not plausible,” he finished sitting down again.
The table muttered in agreement, they were already on the same page before the meeting and had no objections to the statement General Blackbeak made.
The Trottingham ambassador, Bright Wing, stood up to reply, “We understand that, as an emergency period we have accepted supplies from Griffonstone as it was out of urgency, it’s a fact Griffons deliver much faster than ponies. That was why we kept having Griffonstone resources exported. It was a matter of life or death for the residents of Trottingham.”
General Blackbeak nodded, “I think we need a change of agreement then. It isn’t sustainable for Trottingham to continue to have resources from Griffonstone when the attack was months ago. Everything is back to normal now, and everyone is fine. What we need is the smooth transition of suppliers.”
“We agree. We’re prompting this in front of your majesty, and your highness purely because of efficiency. If you can waive a solution it can be enacted quicker than if it was processed through,” Bright Wing stated.
“And this is an urgent matter, if we do not figure out a way to get resources to Trottingham then the city will be in ruins,” General Blackbeak explained, choosing his words wisely to convey the detriment of the issue if it is not dealt with properly.
Celestia nodded, taking the situation in. She turned to Twilight, who was furiously scribbling down everything that was exchanged faster than Raven herself. She cleared her throat to catch the attention of her former student, “Twilight, do you have an idea?”
Twilight set down her quill and rolled up her scroll in satisfaction, she smiled, “In fact, I do Princess.”
“Then go ahead, I trust you,” she whispered.
“Thank you.” Twilight flared her wings grabbing the attention of the room, “It is clear that the system in place currently is not sustainable for both cities. Continuing this will only drive both under. Because Griffonstone’s resources are also quite scarce too. Am I correct with this assumption?”
Blackbeak grunted, “Yes, you are right, your highness.”
“Then I agree with what is being said, that change needs to happen. I propose this: we’ll have farms such as Appleloosa supply food. Manehatten, who’s the closest city to Trottingham can share their trades, kickstarting the economy again. While Canterlot will supply our own national guards to assist with the transportation of goods, until the city can operate on its own again without any support,” Twilight said, it was a sound solution.
The room all nodded. Fancy Pants put up a hoof to address the room, “I am fine with that agreement, Princess Twilight. And I am sure the rest of the ambassadors are as well?” They nodded again.
“However, how is now the question. Setting up railway systems to simultaneously reach Trottingham is not viable because of time,” the Manehatten ambassador interjected.
Twilight hummed at the new problem the solution created. “Then we will use a different way to transport everything.”
Celestia raised an eyebrow, not in doubt, but in curiosity, “What do you have in mind, Princess Twilight?”
“I prompt we create portals–” murmurs of uncertainty spawned before she could explain further. “A teleportation system to each city, like what is already seen with Vanhoover and Griffonstone already. I can create them myself.”
The Vanhoover ambassador stood up, “Are you certain, Princess? A portal spell of that caliber and size, nearly impossible,” she said.
General Blackbeak cleared his throat, “I believe we should trust the element of magic. One of Equestria’s most potent magic wielders,” he said with a bow.
Twilight blushed, “Well, thank you, General. I believe I can do it, three portals set up for a limited amount of time will not be as taxing as many would believe.”
“Uhm, how so?” The Appleloosa ambassador asked.
“The hard part of portal spells is the maintenance, the casting of it will be simple, as simple as drawing them up, it may take a bit of math and a lot of cooperation, but I am certain it will work,” she clarified.
Blackbeak raised his hand, “Then I’m all in!” All around the table also raised their hands in perfect agreement with the solution.
“Perfect. Princess Twilight will set up portals in Manehattan, Appleloosaa, and Canterlot connecting to Trottingham to transport emergency resources. In the meantime, Griffonstone will continue to allocate supplies as they have been until this system is set up,” Celestia summarized. “And Griffonstone will be compensated for your kindness of course,” she added.
“Sounds perfect, your majesty. Thank you,” General Blackbeak said, cracking a small smile.
“With that, I believe this negotiation is adjourned. Have a nice day everyone,” Celestia finished. The room nodded and filed out of the room respectfully.
Once everyone was out Twilight let out a sigh of relief. “Good solution, Twilight,” Celestia said proudly.
‘Thank you, Celestia. It looks like I have my work cut out for me,” she laughed.
“I’ll help you. You don’t have to do everything by yourself.” Celestia said sternly, trying to be firm so she could understand that she didn’t have to work on such a taxing project alone.
Twilight smiled, “I’ll appreciate that a lot. Well, I better get started on those spells.”
“Of course, good luck,” she nodded and Twilight also exited the room. Celestia allowed her mask to slip off and the concern to come back. She was no closer to cracking her former student than she was the previous night.
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Celestia just entered the room after her attempt at knocking failed. She frowned seeing Twilight in her trance, completely engrossed in her book. It had been hours since the meeting and there was no sign of her halting. And the smell of newly made coffee. Celestia wanted to curse it.
“Twilight, I brought you your dinner,” Celestia said, placing the plate on the nearby stack of books. Twilight spun to meet Celestia when she heard her voice beside her.
“Oh, Princess! You didn’t need to deliver it to me, I’m nearly done,” she laughed, though she was appreciative of the gesture, she was getting a little hungry.
Celestia took a step to look at her whiteboard, her eyes widened, “I’m impressed, it looks done.”
Twilight giggled, “No, not yet. It's a rough draft. I need to re-write the sigma notations and do a test run and then we can apply it.”
“Always a diligent worker,” she laughed. “It’s getting late, promise me you’ll go straight to bed after eating?”
“Depends, I really want this done. I'm almost there,” Twilight rebuked, turning back to look at her work jotting down a few more sentences as she did.
Celestia sighed, giving in, “Just don’t stay up too late?”
“I’ll try... but you seriously don't need to worry about me, Princess. I like to think I have a good grasp on how to take care of myself,” Twilight muttered.
Celestia shook her head to disagree. She was about to walk out when she felt the urge to say something else, “I want you to know that I’m always there for you, Twilight.”
She hummed, barely acknowledging what Celestia said, too distracted with the task at hand to give any sort of substantial reply.
“I will leave you to it. Don’t work yourself too hard, okay?” Celestia said earnestly. It didn’t reach her ears.
Twilight was always careful not to enter the realm of dreams.
Specifically REM sleep, which is the occasion that occurs when you enter a more profound slumber. Characterized by your arm and leg muscles becoming temporarily paralyzed, rapid eye moments, a faster pulse, and breathing; REM is almost integral to every night’s rest. Because worse of all, most of your dreaming also happens during this time.
After the tenth nightmare in a row, Twilight was cautious not to sleep more than ninety minutes at a time in an attempt to avoid REM sleep altogether. Sometimes it would work, most of the time it would not and she would wake up startled all over again. Still, with or without nightly terrors she would always wake up exhausted.
So absorbing herself in work and projects had been a regular occurrence for her. She would admit that part of it was because she found the ordeal fun but having that distraction was almost an addiction she needed to feed into.
Now back in Canterlot, she was working too quickly, she was almost done with the spell and it had only taken one short day and an even longer night. Twilight groaned checking her work once more and setting it back down. It was perfect. That was the problem. She had nothing to do for the rest of the night.
Sleeping was not an option.
Twilight shuffled the paper on her desk into a neat pile. Organizing her quills in her drawer and relit another candle. She looked over at the stack of books that needed to return and perked up. It was something to do. Picking up the top book from the pile she descended the steps from the top floor of her tower, with the glow of her horn the door opened revealing the starry sky.
Twilight breathed in the salt air of the night and smiled at how such a bustling city can be so quiet and at a perfect standstill. She found it nice that she was given the opportunity to admire the beauty alone though she had hoped it would be on different terms.
Trotting down the steps she turned into a corridor. Her hoof steps made an uncomfortable echo telling her that it was much too late for her to be up. And the wretched smell of the lavender flowers Luna puts up every night only teased her more. As they only communicated a bitter reminder that they were such the perfect remedy to treat insomnia and improve overall sleep quality. She paid them no attention.
She turned another corner and saw the characteristic statue ahead, signaling the Canterlot Archives. Her presence alerted the guard, he immediately looked in her direction and gave a polite bow.
“Princess Twilight Sparkle, are you in need of my assistance?” The guard asked in a deep voice. Twilight noticed that all the Lunar guards had the same deep voice, that masked their true intentions. His armor had a sheen produced by the little light coming through the columns that seemed to taunt her.
Twilight gave her best smile nonetheless, “I’m just here to return a book,” she explained holding up the old tome with her magic.
The guard glanced at the book before nodding, “Of course, milady,” he said before unlocking the door to the archive. “Please alert me if you need anything else.”
“Thank you,” Twilight nodded. That should’ve been the end of their conversation but he continued to stare at her, his golden eyes shone excellently in the moonlight. They communicated more than routined words did. Twilight felt unnerved at feeling like he was seeing through her, “Uhm, is something wrong?”
“No, enjoy the rest of the night, however long that may be, milady,” he finished turning back towards the hallway, and the slated, stone-hard, expression on his face returned.
Twilight shook it off and entered the room and promptly returned the book back to the designated shelf. Turning around she basked in the aroma the environment of the ancient books created and felt herself be entranced by it all. Book had much more of a calming effect than lavender, perhaps she should hang up dusty old pages around the castle instead. They would make nice decorations.
Twilight yawned, her eyelids felt heavy. Perhaps a stimulant would help.
When she exited the archives she passed the guard standing by the doorway. She could feel his pensive eyes trailing her as she made the turn in the direction of the castle kitchen. Glancing back she could see the foreign crease in his eyebrows, the face of concern, and the thinning of his lips to keep his mouth shut and not say something out of his boundaries as a mere guard.
She paused, turning around to meet his gaze, wordlessly commanding him to speak. He turned in the other direction instantly, a hue of pink dusted his features. Twilight smiled and continued on her way.
When she approached the kitchen she saw one staff in view. She hummed a simple tone as she wiped the dishes. Twilight pushed open the door and she halted her action to meet her.
“Oh, Princess! I didn’t think I would be seeing you tonight,” she said and adjusted her apron getting ready to serve her guest.
Twilight smiled, “I was just working on something for Princess Celestia, lots to do I’m afraid.” That was a lie, but she didn’t like invasive questions though they were just friendly conversational topics.
The chef nodded, “Yes-yes, lots of hard work you’re doing for us, your highness. I’m guessing you want a snack to keep you energized? I’m sure I can whip something up for you!”
“Thanks, but actually I was looking for coffee,” she replied. Twilight pulled multiple cabinet doors open to look for the beans, she frowned when she realized they were none. “I recalled them being here the last time I was here,” she said pointing to the furthest cabinet, “Do you know where I can find them?”
The chef laughed awkwardly, Twilight spared her a glare. “Princess Celestia actually took the last batch.”
“She what?” Twilight asked flatly.
She swallowed, a bead of sweat made it down her temple before she could address the angry Princess. “She- uh, Princess Celestia took the beans this evening, your highness. We are getting a new shipment next week though! From Vanhoover too! I heard you particularly like their sourced beans!” The chef said in-between briefly laughter to calm the air around the pair.
Twilight brought a hoof to her head to smooth out the sudden migraine. “Is there tea?” She asked. Tea also had caffeine in it, it would suffice.
“Uhm- no, your highness.”
Twilight mustered a smile although the twitch in her eye contradicted her friendly appearance. “What do mean no?”
“We ran out!” She squeaked.
“And you’re sure tea, something this castle is so plentiful of ran out when it hadn’t for the past fifteen years since I’ve lived here?” Twilight’s face was muzzle to muzzle to the chef's. Her eyes were wild. “Are you positive that a certain Princess hadn’t just taken it too?”
“Princess Celestia took the tea!” She yelped, jumping away from Twilight. “I-I’m sorry, your highness, but there is really nothing. I can fix something else for you instead if you like!” She offered.
Twilight exhaled. “No, that’s alright. Thank you,” she muttered and promptly left the kitchen.
Twilight was almost fuming. It was a foolish attempt to stop her. She would just wait for the sun to raise and go to Pony Joe’s first thing. Easy. However, in the meantime, it will be a very long night. And the scent of lavender wasn’t helping her desire of being awake.
Passing by the hallway to return to her room she saw him again. He was staring directly at her and this time hadn’t turned away when she locked eyes with him.
Twilight halted her movement, she raised an eyebrow to beckon him to say something. He opened his mouth before closing it again. She frowned. “Is something the matter?”
He hesitated. Before starting, “I might be overstepping my bounds as a guard under oath to serve you, milady. But if you’re tired, don’t push it. Remember to get some rest, okay?” He said with a tenderness she didn’t know anyone had it in them to process.
Twilight almost choked up on her words but managed to muster up the words that had defined her life now. She cracked her most convincing smile, that radiated contentment to mask her impending lie.
It was a foolish attempt. Celestia would admit that much.
When she raided the castle kitchen of all of its caffeinated drinks and told the kitchen staff to not serve a particular restless Princess she had thought her grand idea work. That the absence of the cursed austere drink would push her to actually get some rest even if it meant she would’ve passed out on the ground.
Except in the morning when she passed by the young Princess with a smug grin and a paper cup from the local coffee shop just down the street her victory was instantly dashed away. ‘They even gave me a discount! Free for royalty!’ She recalled Twilight's taunt. Celestia could particularly hear the underlying laughter weaved through.
It had started to physically hurt her to see the husk of a pony Twilight was. Zombie-like in every way, dragging her feat to the next meeting, and smiling on command. Celestia wanted more than anything else for everything to be fixed immediately.
Now it was the third day of her stay in Canterlot. That was three whole days now that Celestia has not seen Twilight sleep.
Celestia was getting so desperate.
She breathed a sigh of defeat which made Raven perk up beside her, awaiting to be addressed. “I want everything from eight p.m. to be pushed to tomorrow,” Celestia calmly stated to her aide. Raven closed her eyes holding back a criticism. Over the years she had come to understand that for Princess Celestia, although as a ruler of a prominent nation with a lot of important items to complete daily, it never truly mattered. Because nothing was more important than the well-being of her former student.
Raven’s lips thinned, creating a profound silence between the monarch and her assistant. Celestia raised her eyebrow, awaiting the certain rebuttal that never fail to come. “Are you sure, your majesty?” She said enunciating each word carefully. “You still have to meet with the senior lieutenant for an update of Canterlot’s security this month.”
“That can wait, Equestria has been pushed into the longest age of peace thanks to Princess Twilight’s multiple outstanding efforts,” she smiled, reminiscing on Twilight’s past accomplishments, pride was masking her abilities. “Tell Lieutenant Flash Wave that I will meet with her tomorrow morning, promptly at sunrise.”
“Yes, your majesty,” Raven mustered and gave her a curt, respectful nod before leaving her alone to admire the line of towering stain-glass before her.
Although she cleared her daily to-do list a new one was already forming inside her head. And the top of the list was getting Twilight to go to sleep.
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It was easy to find Twilight.
The spell of dark roasted coffee easily revealed her location. The castle staff or anyone in the castle would have brushed off the constant smell but it was simply too signature for Celestia to ignore. Just like a unicorn’s magical signature, or a pony’s cutie-mark, Twilight had her own secondary signature, being the fragrance of dark coffee.
Celestia had learned that Twilight in particular liked her coffee with no sugar, no milk, no cream, no nothing, or anything for that matter. Oftentimes she had caught herself wondering if she just chews on the coffee grounds themselves like gum. It made the area that she was working in for the night have a distinct airy taste in the air if that was even possible.
She followed the scent to an obvious location. Regardless of the added background information, it was a relatively easy guess for anyone to assume where she was. Twilight had been in the same space for the last few days, her own private study. Celestia had commissioned it herself for her beloved student when her studies began to become more taxing and exceeded the space in the castle’s archives.
It had been one of Luna’s rooms, the interior hinted at the night as it was in fairly dark spruce wood and an entrancing ebony desk. The intricate patterns in the wood reflected the reminisce of her little sister, faint constellations could be traced if one took the time to notice.
It was here within such a breathtaking room that she found Twilight scowling at some papers probably regarding litigation or their upcoming exhibition. Or perhaps it was the increasingly dark eye-bags that were forming that made her seem angrier than she really was.
Celestia leaned on the doorway and admired her calculated movements for someone who was so sleep-deprived. “You know what they say, everything’s better with a well-rested mind,” she started. Twilight slowly looked up at Celestia and welcomed her with her tired eyes.
“And you know I’ve never followed that philosophy,” Twilight said with a smirk.
Celestia allowed herself to laugh remembering all the time they had found themselves in this similar situation. Where Celestia would catch her working late in the night and adamantly make her go to sleep. “I hate your determination, or should I call it stubbornness?”
Twilight rolled her eyes, “I am not stubborn.”
“Sure,” she carelessly agreed and smiled, arguing a fact was rather baseless. “Still I want you to get some sleep.”
Twilight gave her a sheepish smile, and with a wave, she insisted, “I will, I will later. I just need to–” her quill halted mid-sentence, she was completely blindsided that her company would interfere with her own levitation spell.
“Nope, right now,” Celestia knew ‘later’ was indefinite for Twilight. Later could’ve easily meant the next new moon.
“But–”
Celestia held her hoof up, “No buts!” with a firm hold on Twilight with her magic she was marching her to the direction of her room. Completely exhausted Twilight had trouble commanding her own magic, her reaction time was non-existent and it was too late to protest.
“H-hey! Put me down, Princess–!” At this point, the more Twilight frailed around in her grasp the more attention was being drawn. At some point the castle’s staff were eyeing the pair wildly; a few guards snickered at the sight of the reigning monarch levitating Princess Twilight. The scowl on her face was utterly priceless.
“Absolutely not!” Celestia laughed which could be heard down the hallway and the fading efforts of Twilight’s weak attempt to stop her.
When they made it to Twilight’s untouched room she gently laid her on the bed and pulled the covers over her. Fatigue was overtaking her body, the effect of the coffee long gone, and what was left was the built-up exhaustion from the last three days.
“Goodnight, Twilight,” Celestia said, running a hoof through her mane in a comforting gesture.
“This isn’t over yet Celestia–” a yawn escaped from her mouth before she even had the chance to finish her sentence.
Celestia raised an eyebrow and grinned, “Sweet dreams,” she taunted but before she could turn and leave she felt a subtle hold on her arm. Though Twilight could physically feel herself falling into the realm of the unconscious she took all her remaining energy to reach out and grab Celestia. In a last-ditch effort to ensure that she wouldn’t be alone as she embraced the torments of the night again.
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She was stirring again.
Celestia noticed and was thankful she had stayed by her side. Her furrowed eyes and the occasional groans that escaped made it more obvious that she was in pain no matter how hard she tried to conceal it when she was awake.
“Twilight,” Celestia began, hoping that addressing her would wake her up to no avail. “Twilight,” she said more firmly, this time with the slightest nudge. By the slightest contact, Twilight’s eyes shot wide open. She was awake and immediately sat right up. She took a few seconds to blink away the fatigue, the disorienting feeling made her breathing become increasingly uneven.
Celestia stared at her former student, concern etched on her features after seeing the violent reaction. Hesitating for a moment, she began to hold her.
“Where am I?” Twilight asked desperately with shaking in her voice. Her eyes were dilated not yet aware. Twilight felt so far away from herself until she hears Celesti’a incantation and touch.
“You’re in Canterlot, in your childhood bedroom, in my arms, safe. You’re safe here, you’re safe with me,” Celestia whispered softly in her ear.
Twilight turned her face to bury it in Celestia’s chest. She rubbed circles onto her back. Eventually, after some time, her breathing returned to a reasonable pace. Celestia wasn’t new to this position, oftentimes Twilight craved physical affection of some sort after an altercation, be it after saving Equestria for the seventh time or after doing well on a test. However, now it was different. She was seeking comfort. Celestia felt a sudden pain welling up in her heat and pulled Twilight closer to stroke her mane.
They stayed like that for a while. Celestia’s comforting touch and Twilight’s rigid breathing.
Eventually, Twilight glanced up from the embrace to see Celestia’s signature smile. Light and tender, that somehow converge that message ‘your safe with me.’ How could a simple smile do this was beyond her understanding, but what Twilight did know is that only Celestia could pull it off.
She looked away from her mentor and buried her face back into her chest. “Make it stop,” she pleaded softly, only quiet enough for Celestia to hear although she knew she could be as loud as she wanted as they were the only ones in the room.
Celestia allowed Twilight to rest on her forearm, “Twilight what’s wrong?” she urged.
“I don’t know,” she admitted. “But, I keep seeing them, constantly, every single night.”
“You’ve been having nightmares?”
Twilight nodded though it could’ve been missed if she hadn’t been in her arms. “I know it’s stupid, every pony else is perfectly fine but I’m still stuck, Celestia. I’m scared. So scared and it shouldn’t be like this. I know it’s dumb, I’m sorry. I’m sorry you’re seeing me like this right now. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Celestia.” When she finished, tears were freely falling down and the suppressed cries came out and her breathing quickened once more.
Celestia's heart shattered into a million pieces.
Her heart ached. It was completely different when Twilight cried. She has rarely seen the young princess upset. Twilight always seemed level-headed and knew what to do in every instance. For Celestia, she has never seen Twilight falter. Even in the face of almost certain death, her composure didn’t dare waver.
“Twilight, it’ll be okay, I promise everything will be okay,” she tried reassuring her, “It’s not your fault. It’s not your fault,” Celestia repeated.
At this point she was whimpering, Celestia now knew something she was hiding for the past few months, and the whole reality she has built around herself had shattered completely, “I’m so tired, Celestia. Of constantly seeing Tirek, or Sombra, or Chrysalis taking everything away from me time and time again.”
“They’re gone now, you defeated them with your friends in a valor display of courage,” Celestia reminded her, trying to bring her back to some sense of reality.
She nodded, her breathing was at a reasonable pace. But Celestia didn’t dare let her go. Worried if she would everything would begin to consume Twilight once more.
“I’m sorry, Celestia,” Twilight muttered.
“You don’t need to apologize,” she said firmly.
She shook her head, “I didn’t want to be a bother–”
“Twilight,” Celestia pleaded, “You are never a bother. I’m sorry you had to carry this burden for so long, you don’t have to put on a front, not with me okay? Not with me.”
Twilight hummed too exhausted to protest, she felt her subconscious slipping away again, though this time she wasn’t so scared because at least now she felt a force so strong that it was as if it was there to protect her.
“Thank you, for all of this.”
“Of course, Twilight.” Celestia naturally replied. They lapsed in silence again until an idea came to her head, “How about we make some hot coco together and we can have a sleepover together in my chambers tonight just like old times.”
The ground below her shifted as Twilight poured everything she had in the last spell. Her eyes glowed white and the surrounding area was briefly eloped in magenta signifying her magical aura.
Celestia held her hoof on her side for support. Being the only one in the vicinity to be able to get close to the caster Celestia allowed herself to be as much of a supporter as she wanted without the peering eyes of the world telling her it was improper for her to share such a close relationship with someone. Entering the forcefield of Twilight’s powerful magic, a sudden wave of nostalgia washed over her. It reminded her of their first meeting, where instead of a high-stake project, it was just a simple entrance exam that somehow blew a hole in her roof.
Feeling the last reminisce of the spell flee from her soul the spell made an audible sound and a gaping hole appeared and the fleeting shadows of the ponies on the other side waved at them. She had produced the final portal that connected Manehatten to Trottingham.
Celestia beamed with pride from seeing such a feat be completed, it made her heart weld. The ponies beyond the hill watching at a safe distance cheered just as loud as the feeling of pure love that she held within her.
“Twilight! You did it!” She yelled ecstatically, her arms were in the air and her features were etched with genuine glee, not the mask she became so accustomed to.
Twilight stood eerily still in place not acknowledging the presence beside her she was still on looking at the perfect portal she had just created. Celestia’s face contorted to concern immediately, her face furrowed and she nudged the young princess. Twilight’s leg gave in and she bent to the ground to stabilize herself she huffed overexertion was overcoming her. Celestia rushed to support her back up, she gladly took her hoof.
Turning to meet her worried eyes Twilight smiled trying to dispel her concerns for her well-being, “We did it, Celestia…” she managed to muster before collapsing right into Celestia’s shoulder.
Celestia held her close, “Yes, we did, Twilight. Now get some much-deserved rest,” she whispered close to her ear. She hadn’t heard it as she was sleeping in her grasp. Celestia couldn’t help to smile at how small she looked at that very moment.
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Back in Canterlot tried to guide Twilight to her room, but because she was utterly knocked out carrying her seemed to be the more effective method. The castle staff stared wildly at their appearance. Sometimes she would see a noble around the corner with a scowl, probably readying to complain about how unbeknownst it was for her as the ruler to do something so trivia as to tuck an exhausted pony to bed. ‘That job should be left to a servant!’ She could already hear the complaints for the day court. How dare she not uphold the status pretentious quo?
She paid them no mind.
Celestia turned her attention behind her after hearing the huffing of another presence. It was Raven her aide, with a clipboard in hand furiously jotting down with a quill. She smiled and waited for her to catch up.
“Raven, to what do I owe the pleasure?”
Raven’s normally bank expression was rather unpolished, her features were a bit more eccentric, “Your majesty, I didn’t know you would be back so early!”
Princess Celestia smiled, “Twi- Princess Twilight’s spell worked more efficiently than we anticipated,” she explained.
“Perfect, it gives you the chance to talk to the nobles outside, they want an audience with you,” Raven said adjusting her glasses.
“On what basis?” Celestia asked flatly.
“They want to congratulate you on the success,” Raven said nervously.
Celestia firmly shook her head, “I do not need to entertain them if it’s just a congratulation.”
“Very well, Princess,” she said pushing up her glasses.
“Is that all?” Celestia said and raised her eyebrow waiting for another status update. Raven was in the middle of opening her mouth until Celestia spoke up again, “No? Then I want everything cleared today.”
“Princess!” Raven nearly shouted.
Celestia perked up, “Oh? Is something the matter?” she urged.
Raven cleared her voice to forgo the embarrassment, “That would mean that you will have to do everything tomorrow, we’re already on a tight schedule with you taking impromptu trips to see Princess Twilight Sparkle,” she muttered and almost glared at the resting princess on her back.
Celestia sighed, tired of having to explain not having to appease the nobility, “They’re not as pressing as ensuring her health, Raven. Everything that was pressing has already been dealt with. I can, and I will push an audience to tomorrow, it will not be the end of Equestria.”
“I might be speaking out of turn when I say this, your majesty,” Raven started, she looked blankly at the Princess before her. Celestia perked up an interest that she was going to be challenged. “But, how come, no matter if Canterlot is burning, or a Changling invasion happened, your priority never fails to lie with Princess Twilight?” Raven asked a hint of resentment peeking through as she almost spat out the last lines.
Celestia smiled, “Shouldn’t your first priority be someone whom you care about no matter the occasion? Does that make you selfish for wanting to be in the company of someone you love immensely? Or want them to be safe?”
Raven stayed silent. The feeling she noticed for years since Twilight moved into the castle as a filly was confirmed.
Celestia defaulted to her signature smile once more, “If you would excuse me.” Raven nodded and went on her way leaving the two princesses alone. She let out a sigh of relief before turning back towards the south-winged corridor and making it up the stairs to Twilight’s room.
She opened the door and tucked her into her bed. Celestia was about to pull up a nearby chair and stay a little while at least to make sure for certain that her condition was stable. Twilight had other plans, although unconscious she latched onto Celestia’s arm in a weak effort to not have her leave her side.
Celestia’s heart melted, she could’ve easily shaken the weak grasp off and carried on, but she didn’t want to leave just yet. Feeling the tug she gave in and got into her bed and laid close to her. Twilight immediately registered her presence by snuggling closer to Celestia, curling herself into her chest, and nuzzling her head into her fur. She hummed satisfied finally comfortable with her position.
Celestia stroked a hoof across her mane and allowed herself to feel the seeping warmth comfort her and have her affection comfort Twilight. Perhaps if she kept the position until Twilight woke up the nightmares will stay at bay. She truly believed her company was a protective force, or rather she wanted it to be a protective force. Actually, Celestia had always wanted to do more to help subside all her troubles. Pull them out of her heart and replace them with only the love she held for her.
“Sister!” Someone was calling her, she didn’t want to be brought back to reality just yet.
“Luna,” she breathed. “Is everything, okay?”
Luna took her time looking at her surroundings, and an expression of curiosity manifested. It was clear that it had been a long time since she stepped into the room. The shock that encapsulated her face from the glace at the first-edition titles gave it away too. “I was going to ask you the same question!” she exclaimed, her arm outstretched in an accusation. “I heard you cleared your schedule for the rest of the day, I thought something terrible had happened in Manehatten!”
Celestia shook her head and smiled, pride was seeping into her features once again. “No, in fact, today went really well. I was surprised myself. Not a single hiccup, and now Trottingham will have resources pouring in to help sustain the city!” She said joyously. “Luna, I wished you were there, she was amazing,” she said looking down at her sleeping company and she felt the love overcome her again.
“Three portal spells in one day would be a sight to behold,” she said earnestly.
“Except it seemed to worn her out completely.”
Luna stood by the bed and closed her eyes. A quick glow of her horn and a singular line of concentrated magic reached Twilight’s forehead. Then a slight smile appeared and that was all she needed to know that Twilight was alright. “She’s doing well, sister. There is nothing to worry about. I’m glad you were able to break her shields down.”
Celestia smiled and planted a kiss on her forehead, “Me too, me too,” she whispered.
“I ran into Raven, she was the one to tell me about the change in your abrupt schedule,” Luna said and moved towards the nearby bookshelf to bask at the limited edition titles.
“Oh?” Celestia urged the former to continue.
“Oddly, she hadn’t seen angry. What did you say to her, sister?” She asked.
“Just what needed to be said.”
Luna hummed, flipping through a dusty book as she did to ponder the statement. “She was angry for a moment because of, Twilight Sparkle, am I correct in that assumption?”
“You are,” Celestia admitted. “Where are you going with this?” she asked. Luna had always been a little too perceptive. It was as if the moon itself gave her the ability to be able to see a pony's whole story with just a subtle glance. It didn’t help that she used her spare time to lark and stalk. The night gave her the power and practice to be uncomfortably quiet in her movements.
“Do you understand why she’s constantly angry at you for dropping everything at a moment’s notice for Twilight?” Luna asked.
Celestia frowned. “Because I dropped everything at a moment’s notice for Twilight,” she reiterated jokingly.
She laughed weakly, “No, rather it’s because of her inability to understand your feelings for Twilight. For you, it feels reasonable to prioritize her but for anyone else, it seems rather obscene.”
“Luna, what are you getting at?” Celestia asked more firmly.
Luna shrugged carelessly putting the book back onto its respective shelf before turning to meet Celestia. “Just voicing out some observations, sister,” she replied. “Emptying the caffeine out of the castle in a weak attempt to get her to sleep, making her favourite grilled cheese sandwich, the time you travelled across Equestria with Spike for her birthday present. Or the little things you remember about her love for dark coffee for example,” Luna said in such valor like she was checking them off of a list, one by one.
“Luna–” Celestia tried to halt the memories and not admit to the favouritsm she was giving.
“It’s the extra lengths you take for her, which you don’t take for anyone else may I add, which makes ponies wonder,” she finished.
Celestia shook her head, “Then allow them to wonder and doubt and protest, I don’t care.”
Luna smiled, “You really love her, sister.”
“I do,” Celestia whispered softly. It had become to admit the simple and true fact over time. “With everything I am, Luna. I don’t think words, observations, or– or skepticism can truly put into words.”
“You care about her more than anyone else,” Luna repeated. It was a question she once asked her long ago one faithful morning when she had longed for the exact presence she had right now.
Celestia closed her eyes before answering, “Yes, I do.” It was so easy to say those words now, she didn’t need time to mull it over, she was saying it as if it was an obvious fact the sheer truth of their relationship bent by the love she had felt for someone she had practically raised. If anything, if she had said anything other than a ‘yes’ she would have been lying and hiding something that didn’t need to be hidden.
Luna smiled, “That’s what I thought, sister. All those years ago when I was in a ruined castle. I was amazed because you found someone to treasure after all these years. I was scared one thousand years ago that because we kept every pony at an arm’s distance we would only have each other.”
“But love isn’t finite it is something meant to be shared. Love is infinite. We’re never deprived of it, it’s not something sacred,” Celestia said softly.
She nodded, “Truly beautiful. The love between mother— mentor and student, is truly heartwarming!” Luna said, though she tried to slur the words together to not make them noticeable it just brought more attention to it.
Surprisingly the protesting and denial that Luna had expected didn’t come. The silence was enough to translate everything that needed to be admitted. And for once, Luna was the one who was stunned. Her smile fell not because of distaste but at the new realization and what that would have met for her sister.
Celestia threw her arms up in an act of impatience and turn towards Luna. Her eyes were eccentric a sharp contrast to her usual calm demeanor. Desperation was seeping in, “What else am I supposed to do?”
Luna just stared at her sister as she continued to dump out the last reminisce of the coffee beans in the nearby trash bin. She breathed out a heavy sigh and shook her head. But she couldn’t help to smile at her sister’s extreme and ostentatious efforts to help Twilight Sparkle. It was genuinely touching, something she didn’t know Celestia was capable of being. Touching, heartwarming, kind, and nice were all expected things for them. It was the fact she was sincere that impressed her.
In the years after her return from her banishment, it was inevitable for Luna to pick up the underlying expressions and feelings within her sister as if they were her own. And how much of a contrast Celestia's world seemed to shake when things were imbalanced with a certain pony.
Luna actually hadn’t thought it was possible after the five-hundredth year of their rule. At some point, they had become a beacon of power and hope, and because of that image, they became utterly untouchable. Being close to others had become impossible. It also didn’t help that they made an effort to be rather distant, though most ponies could not tell whether they were being disingenuous or not, they were always careful to not get too attached.
Well, a lot had changed since the last thousand years she was imprisoned, Luna supposed.
For one, a certain pony became her sister’s personal student. It would’ve been a simple matter to overlook, Celestia had picked up many students over the years. Some stood out more than others, others stood out for the wrong reasons. But none of them were quite like Twilight.
When Luna recognized her cutie-mark as the very symbol of magic it all made sense to her. A quick glance and she instantly connected the dots and more importantly her sister's thoughts. The answer was clear, she had groomed Twilight to perfection, to be a wielder of the element of magic in an effort to bring her back. Luna didn’t pay it too much attention, it wasn’t the first time the two sisters had done something like that, after all, it was for the greater good. As they became older and accessed the consequences and the needs of their subjects sacrifices were expected. Twilight was no different.
However, something irked Luna. Perhaps her being Nightmare Moon for their initial meeting skewed her perception of the young hopeful unicorn. But, Twilight had been the exception. When she saw the unicorn run up to her sister and her sister returned the affection with such sincerity she knew that Twilight wasn’t just a mere weapon as she had thought.
That surprised her. There had been incredible ponies to be brought forth to them, but none of them were able to receive an embrace let alone become close to them. They hated being put on a heavy pedestal, but at last, that was their duty as the rulers and celestial guardians.
Next were the letters. Every Tuesday in the evening without fail Celestia would receive a letter from Twilight Sparkle pertaining to her progress in friendship. Celestia was always excited when the scroll arrived. Sometimes, Luna had gotten the luxury to hear what was written in them.
They were eventful, interesting, and truly displayed the change in the cultures, she would admit that much. But not something to be worried about when one didn’t arrive at its designated time...
THREE YEARS AGO
“What if she got eaten by a manticore! Or pulled into Tartarus!” Celestia cried, she grabbed Luna’s shoulder and shook her with a force she didn’t know Celestia had. She could feel her skull rattle inside of her.
Luna cleared her throat in an effort to ground her sister. She had just woken up from a nap and didn’t have the willpower to soothe her panicked sister just yet. “I’m sure that’s not the case,” she tried to reason.
Celestia glared down at her, which made her shiver a little. A glare wasn’t something she knew Celestia had it in her to possess. She smoothed out her features upon seeing Luna’s brief shock. “Ahem– you’re right, well enjoy the night court. I’ll see you in the morning?”
“Yes, farewell!” Luna said, Celestia nodded and left the throne room.
Luna’s gaze lingered at the door glancing at the guards who saw the entire exchange, who remained nonchalant, she gave them a look. “Is this a regular occurrence?” She asked with a light chuckle.
“Yes, Princess,” one of them answered.
The other laughed, “You should have seen what her majesty was like when Twilight moved out, this is nothing compared to that!”
Luna snickered at that sentiment and took her place on the throne. She could only imagine from her assumption how her move to Ponyville would’ve played out.
She recalled vividly just sitting and mulling on the simple question of why. And the next, how come? Why was her sister so distressed over a late letter, and how come Twilight? She would not have acted like that unless it was Twilight specifically.
Until the answer that she was simply worried came to mind. Worried for her well-being because of the love she held within her. Perhaps that love blinded her to thinking rationally and made her become extremely irrational with instances like these. That when we love someone our world and our vision can be consumed.
FOUR YEARS AGO
When she moved back to the castle in Canterlot she saw the presence of Twilight. Although she had long moved to Ponyville Luna could still feel her company. Because everywhere she looked there were vibrant memories attached within the halls or each room. Each was laced with wonderful stories she would hear from the castle staff.
Since she had only lived in a castle in the Everfree Forest everything in the new castle was foreign. And because of her newness to the environment, she would sometimes stumble into rooms she hadn’t meant to enter.
One of which was Twilight’s.
Everything inside was very characteristic for someone with the description of studious and smart. Books lined the walls, rare titles scattered throughout. But what made Luna wonder for a moment was how grand it all was. For a room for a filly, this was beyond most properties in Canterlot. Not even the royal suits could compare to her accommodation.
As Luna wandered around the space she came across photographs. Most featured her family who she had met on one occasion prior, and the others were with her sister.
Her sister, who seemed somewhat unapproachable to most, not because she was intimating, but rather because of the image she needed to uphold, but within these photos she held so much joy. Not the facade she had seen time and time again, but a genuine enjoyment to be with this studious filly.
Building a snow pony, eating donuts, star gazing, a low-quality image of her stars, and tea parties where Twilight seemed to be pictured with a scowl. That one made her laugh when she got to it.
Luna took everything in, discovering the photographs had been as if she unlocked another life Celestia withheld from everyone, including her.
TWO YEARS AGO
The smell of coffee was a stark contrast to her mornings. She was used to them being accompanied by the aroma of light tea, but Celestia had been unpredictable as of late.
She opened the doors to the dining room and as expected there was her sister with a mug of coffee. It had been a week since this change in routine, Luna felt a bit unnerved by it all. Though she had a pretty good guess on why she had adopted this. It was obvious even if her sister never voiced it out.
Luna had once asked her about the coffee beans when she had seen their product code. They were sourced from Vanhoover. When she had confronted her sister about it she merely shrugged and gave her a vague answer, ‘They taste better, Luna.’
So instead she went to the kitchen staff themselves, they were the ones to place the orders for the food that was delivered to the castle, surely they would give her a much better explanation.
‘I noticed that my sister has gotten a particular interest in drinking coffee in the mornings,’ she remembered asking.
‘Oh yeah, we had to stock up on coffee beans, she used to drink earl neigh but I guess things change,’ the chef laughed.
‘I thought we already had coffee beans in stock at all times?’ Luna asked.
‘Princess Celestia likes the ones that you can only get in Vanhoover, we haven’t had to order from all the way in Vanhoover in quite some time,’ she explained.
‘Why though? Couldn’t the coffee we already have suffice?’ She laughed trying to gather the answer she wanted without sounding too suspicious.
‘I know Twilight Sparkle likes them, she was an avid coffee drinker when she lived in the castle— oh! I suppose I frogot to tell you that bit of information, we ordered from Vanhoover years ago for Twilight, she likes them a lot,’ she smiled as she recalled.
Luna nodded absorbing the new revelation, ‘I didn’t know that, thank you…’
And now as she stood before the sun Princess with a raised eye; about to confront her about the atrocious thing she was holding in her grasp she couldn’t help but let her composure slip and out a laugh.
‘Luna,’ Celestia began, bringing a hoof to her mouth to cover the impending smile at the sight of what her sister was holding.
‘What is this?’ Luna mustered in-between gasps.
It was a mug, that part was easy enough to decipher. But what was on it was the better question to ask. If you were to take a small glance it had what looked to be ancient Equestrian figures. If you squinted you could make out an outline of Star Swirl the Bearded.
Celestia took the mug out of her hoof with her magic and inspected it. ‘I made it as a present for someone!’
That made Luna laugh even hard, ‘T-they couldn’t have liked it!’
‘In fact, she did!’
Luna had a hard time grasping that statement, it seemed rather unbelievable. But at least the concept that Celestia held Twilight very dearly was an easy one to understand.
Celestia burned sun rays into the plain wedge of clay standing before her. It lay perfectly smacked in the center of the old dusted pottery wheel. Weighting in at just three-fourths of a pound, it was only a mere nuisance to the almighty ruler of Equestria.
Celestia had already decided she was going to tackle this task and shape it into the mug it was destined to become! She just needed to put in the work, which had now seemed to be easier said than done. Regardless, she was determined to make a perfect mug for a certain, talented, student of hers.
Shopping for gifts as the sole monarch of Equestria has always been easy. Things were always accessible with her title alone; even her signature would have sufficed. However, shopping for a gift for Twilight Sparkle should have been even easier. Just get her a book and she would be content for the next new moon. But something within Celestia wanted to do something more for her faithful student. To be able to give something with more sentiment, and have it act as a reward for the stellar work she had continued to put out consistently.
So now Celestia was in a local pottery store and she was regretting her choices. Celestia was never one to give out sentiments considering the nature of her position. It was simply easier to keep ponies out of reach, out of sight. However, even as she tries to push Twilight away she comes back so seamlessly through a soft hug, a smile, or a gleeful hop after mastering a new spell. She had quite a soft spot for her faithful student.
“Okay Princess, are you ready to start?” The shopkeeper and expert, Stone Weaver, asked beside her with a smile. He had his own pottery wheel in front of him to demonstrate, his cutie-mark which bared a pottery wheel, told her that he had lived and breathed pottery his whole life.
“Yes, what shall we do first?” She asked, determination flaring up in her eyes.
Stone Weaver smiled and looked down at his own piece of clay and started the wheel, it spun quickly as he brought a small sponge to hydrate the soft clay. Celestia stared intently before doing the same, albeit fumbling with the switch.
“First of all, you want to center the clay by bringing it up and down,” he started, using his hooves he guided the clay to a cylinder and then back to its original size, it was now much rounded.
Celestia followed suit. Step one is easy.
“And then you want to make it into a burger shape like so…” he put a slight pressure into the clay and now it was lying flat. “Next, you want to open it up like so,” Stone Weaver used the tip of his hoof to create a hole in the burger-shaped clay and brought it to the ends, “This will create the base… now pull it in for you walls… and then you want to pull up your walls.”
She nodded, glanced back to her own wheel to do the step, and then glanced back and he was now twenty steps ahead of her. Celestia’s eyes widened at the speed he was going in and she hadn’t even finished her burger.
“Keep pulling up your walls to get the correct thickness and height…” Oh no, he was going too fast, “And then start using this wooded curved tool to make it nice and straight… and voila! I say give it a bit to let it dry and then we can get in with the metal tools to make it smooth!” He said stopping the spinning of the wheel.
Stone Weaver’s content smile immediately dropped when he saw the bits of clay scattered throughout his studio, the source? The pony beside him. “Oh dear,” he mustered.
Celestia simply blinked. Her mug was very un-mug shaped. Very flat. Very non-existent. Celestia cleared her throat before speaking in her friendliest tone to mask her own horror at the atrocious mug, “Don’t worry, I have a spell for this.”
She channeled her magic as she tried to recall Star Swirl’s Amniomorphic spell. Seeing the clay pick itself back up she grinned and began molding it to the proper shape. A proper mug.
“Voila!” She smirked. Stone Weaver shook his head. As a unicorn himself, he, of course, read on the Amniomorphic spell, and instead of implementing its properties, he moved further away from it. Using it felt like an insult to his practice, his art, and his talent. He was always one for traditions.
Still, the fact the Princess took her time to come down to her studio herself during her own break was already amazing. Her initial determination could allow him to ignore the shortcuts.
“Brilliant, Princess,” he smiled. Before quickly fixing a handle for his own mug and lifting it up from its base and bringing it to the giant oven-like contraption behind them. “Now we just need to fire this up in the kiln.”
Using his magic he ignited the wood below the kiln and let it heat up the pieces inside. The pair peered inside the small window, satisfied with her work Celestia stood up and took off her apron. “Well, I suppose I’ll see you tomorrow when the kiln finishes firing the pieces.”
“Of course, Princess. Good work today…. Even if it was barely any work,” he muttered bitterly.
Celestia laughed it off, “Thank you, Stone Weaver, farewell!”
“Goodbye!” He waved.
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Celestia swore she was following the reference photos to a tea. It was just being stubborn.
After her pottery session with Stone Weaver, she had thought it would be a brilliant idea to paint the mug, it would add a touch of personalization! And after all, who would want a plain mug? Thus, when she returned to the castle, she went to the library and checked out a simple foal’s book about great Equestrian heroes. It was because they had simple illustrations. At least that was what she had thought. Her logic was that if she simply copied the drawings and transferred them onto the cup she would have exactly what she was envisioning.
That had not been the case at all.
Stone Weaver gave an encouraging nod as she continued to mess up her drawing of Clover the Clever. Looks more like Cover the Stupid. Celestia thought to herself. Her rendition had it so his cape made up most of his body—a brown blob with elements of some limbs.
Okay. Fine. It looked fine. Celestia thought to herself.
Celestia steadied her grasp on her paintbrush, years of meticulous use of her horn were now so easily betraying her. A dip in the gold paint and just a swirl of the navy should procure the legendary unicorn Star Swirl the Bearded! Minus the beard, of course, it was just a bit too complicated for Celestia’s admittedly ammeter skills.
Her ambitious plan to include all of the heroes of Equestria was failing her, all she managed to etch on were the two unicorns, who could easily be mistaken for Earth ponies.
Celestia groaned while meticulously wrapping her creation in the detailed galaxy print that characterized all of her presents to Twilight. She made sure each constellation had the right number of stars and vertexes, a detail she knew her student would appreciate.
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“You have one more present, Twilight. I made it myself!” Celestia explained, presenting Twilight with the perfectly wrapped gift.
Twilight took the gift into her telekinesis, her expression faded into confusion. “Princess, you shouldn’t have, you already got me everything I could have asked for!” Twilight said referring to the new updated Equestrian Encyclopedia she got from her mentor, not knowing that was the replacement gift to hide the nature of the mug.
Twilight’s excitement quickly faded away as the beautiful paper revealed what was hidden underneath. Twilight spun the mug around and sighed, “Princess, Star Swirl had thirteen bells on his hat not four,” she explained with a rise of her eyebrow as if it were common sense.
Celestia cleared her voice, masking her embarrassment. “Twilight, where is your imagination? The picture is two-dimensional, the other nine bells are obviously on the other side young one!” Celestia argued.
Twilight laughed and fell into Celestia for an embrace– which resulted in a surprised ‘humph’ from the alicorn not expecting the warm physical affection. Twilight has always been quite cuddly.
“No, it’s perfect, Princess. Thank you very much,” she laughed.
Celestia pulled Twilight closer to her, wrapping her wings around her, and whispered, “You’re welcome, my faithful student. Happy Hearth’s Warming.”
