![]() An ear twitched as she stared with hardening eyes at the paper. “I have ruled for a thousand years by myself,” she muttered under her breath. No matter what angle she held it at, no matter the methods she knew to seek out invisible ink (she thought it was a prank, bless her), the poor mare was forced to accept the truth: her name was nowhere on the paper. There had to be! It was silly, but Celestia checked the back of the paper, scrutinizing every inch of the list. There was nothing left to mourn.Ĭelestia took another look at the list, hoping against all hope her name might appear somewhere on the parchment. All that was left were a few small crumbs and a memory of what had once existed. It was gone in one gulp, a victim of the Great White Mare. Quaffing the remnants of her tea from her cup, she eyed the slice of cake begging to be devoured. Despair filled her heart as she looked again. Holding the list closer to her muzzle so it almost touched, she re-read it. Her starving eyes began searching, pouring over the words. Then she broke the seal and let out the scroll. Once she felt she was calm, Celestia sipped her tea, holding her cup in her magical grip. She resisted, using the same breathing exercises she had once taught to her adopted niece. ![]() The yearning to tear off the seal and read the contents within was great. Serving herself, Celestia forced herself to remain calm and collected. There was the usual side of honey Celestia sometimes liked to add to her tea. A slice of cake was upon it, along with a tea pot and a tea cup. Pushing the cart up to the desk, she removed the tea tray from the cart with practiced ease. “Yes, please and thank you,” smiled Celestia. “Tea, Your Highness?” she asked with a smile. A servant pushed the door open, nosing along a cart on wheels. Her wings adjusted and readjusted, waiting for her tea to arrive. This had to be the year! Six seasons, so many stories, she had to be on there! Would this be the season she would at last be able to show her magnificence in all its immortal glory? She fidgeted in her seat, wriggling her rump and shifting her tail to make herself more comfortable. Her nerves needed to be settled and she wanted to make sure she was calm when she read the words she anticipated to be written upon the parchment. The phoenix was preening herself, pausing to glance with little interest at the scroll before resuming the realignment of her fiery feathers.Īs much as Celestia wanted to tear the seal open and read the scroll, she needed her tea first. Above her, perched on the top of the chair was Philomena, her longtime pet and friend. As she waited for her tea and cake, the alicorn settled herself into her comfortable office chair. In time, she made her way to her private office where she ordered her usual tea and a (very large) slice of chocolate cake. Taking her precious list, Celestia stepped from her throne and trotted off through a side door, her gilded hooves echoing through the vastness of her now empty throne room. Seeing them was always a treat, bringing about more wonder and excitement than the old Wells Fargo deliveries back in the wagon days. As everypony knew, African Swallows were capable of transdimensional travel (which went well with their migratory habits). It had been brought before her by African Swallow (not European Swallow, alas). ![]() Having come from a place called Vancouver, British Columbia in a magical place known as Canada, it was a list the beautiful alicorn had waited for since the announcement last year. Before her was a list, one presented to her from a land far away. The sun bled through the stained glass windows, her shimmering mane of the colors of morning glinting in the light. Princess Celestia, Lady of the Sun, the White Alicorn of the Day and all around nice lady sat upon her throne, with a radiant, expectant look upon her perfect visage. ![]()
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