![]() When they did she wasn’t certain that she’d returned to consciousness. It took some moments for her eyes to readjust. Loud and unladylike snoring echoed in the room. “Even if, say, I kinda drugged your drink?” ![]() “After all I’ve done?” Luna sounded almost like a scolded foal. “N…never.” Celestia murmured dreamily “Of course we trust you.” “Don’t you mean ‘trust us’?” Celestia giggled, flopping down onto her sheets without bothering to pull the blanket over her. “Goodness, packing and all those letters really took it out of me.” “Luna…could you take care of my realm while I’m away?” “Oh no, there’re nowhere near ready for that. “Surely one of your little ponies.” Luna snarled, not bothering to disguise her contempt. Her eyes were becoming difficult to open. “I need to have some one I can trust to look after the valley in my absence….” Her sister was looking eager for some reason.Ĭelestia sat down heavily, smacking her lips. It was looking increasingly more and more inviting. Luna, I meant to tell you my…plans.”Ĭelestia tottered slightly, eventually electing to make her way to the bed. She blinked very slowly, looking confused. “Drink up now.”Ĭelestia did so, finding she actually liked the beverage’s flavor although instead of ultimately making her feel more lively it seemed to be rapidly doing the opposite. “Might have something to do with our spending a thousand years elsewhere?” Luna asked, her expression the picture of innocence. “It fell out of a fashion a few hundred years ago.” “Do you really have to continue on with the Royal Canterlot Voice?” the alicorn muttered, taking a tentative sip. “This concoction of ours will see that you receive all the invigoration you can stand, dear sister.” “Trust us.” The goblet bounced playfully against Celestia’s flank causing the purple liquid within to jostle and slosh. “It was the least we were capable of to commemorate all you’ve done for us.”Ĭelestia couldn’t be certain but her sister’s lips seemed to tighten on her words, her grinning not seem entirely genuine. Then, suddenly a golden goblet hung suspended right before Celestia’s eyes. “Well, perhaps this drink will fortify you.” “And escaping your mewling dependents has nothing to do with this decision?” There’s a border county called Myrtille I don’t believe I’ve visited in decades and they’re about to hold a big harvest festival so it seemed as good a time as any.” If something really serious happened I can’t even begin to wonder how they’d react.” ![]() “But they’re all beside themselves just because I’m leaving for a week long diplomatic mission. “They’re sweet.” Celestia said, smiling sadly. “You have such quaint friends, dear sister.” “Here’s one from an ‘Applejack’ I believe we met at some juncture.” Chuckled Luna, beckoning another letter into the air. “Not that I have anything against her, but I had hoped she’d be the sensible one.” She unfurled it with a nod of her head, smirking as she read. “I’ve always wondered what my dear sister’s disciples confer over.”īefore Celestia could react Luna gestured her horn at the heap and summoned on a cloud of blue magic one of the correspondences. Princess Luna huffily blew a strand of mane from her eyes, striding into the room with an imperious glance at a collection of luggage in various shades of pink, the half empty bottle of cider and glass, and the sea of letters crowding the fireplace stoop. “Luna, I knew full well the responsibility to myself when I asked for them.” “You finally reap the benefit of asking nigh the entire valley now to send you tidings.” Hope to hear from you, just to catch up sometime not necessarily now. Spike has a tummy ache, but other then that we’re all perfectly fine and not the least bit worried about anything at all. I’m perfectly fine and I’m certain I’ll have many valued lessons to share with you soon. Just writing to say hello to my favorite princess in all of Equestia and for no other reason whatsoever. The single passage was indelibly ingrained in her mind and somewhere Spike must have been suffering world-class indigestion thank to his mistresses concern. Although she couldn’t be certain without actually opening it, the last five she’d read we’re the same so she’d given up the bother. Princess Celestia sighed quietly as yet another message appeared in yet another plume of green fire to hover for a moment before tumbling into the growing pile. Prt 1: I’m Not As Think As You Drunk I Am After seven pages the Capn' figured he'd split it into two parts. The second part will see more of a larger change. It's an homage to one of the greats of flationary fiction, not a rip off. Savy fans of blueberry and inflation tales may recognize the premise. Princess Celestia goes on a diplomatic mission to a rural pony community in the midst of a harvest festival.and finds herself the unexpected (and unwanted) chosen one of the wine making festival!Ī continuation of the MLP nightmare series
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