2nd April 2012
14:04 GMT -6
Luna stares blankly at the panorama visible from her balcony. Looking closely, I can see her mouth moving as she mutters to herself.
"…knock on effect of government spending artificially inflating demand, preventing the self-correcting function of the market place, and in the longer term..."
Maybe… Jean put in a bit too much.
"Luna?"
She doesn't look around. Her ears don't even flick, and I thought that was an involuntary action.
I walk closer, waiting for the sound of my hooves against the stone to provoke a response.
…
No… Doesn't appear to be happening. Hm. I don't want to
stomp, because this stupid city is still perched on the side of a mountain, but… I prance a little in place.
Nothing.
"Luna, you alright? It wasn't… Too much for you?"
"…study has shown that the cost to the state of rehabilitation is in the longer term less than the cost of pure confinement…"
…
She sounds fine.
Hm. I look around, but the guards who brought me here appear to have either been ordered to wait outside or were so unnerved at seeing an alicorn like this that they retreated to somewhere where they wouldn't have to watch it.
I trot forwards until I'm standing over her unresponsive body, then tilt my head slightly forwards and lick the tip of her horn.
"Uh?"
Tastes like… Keratin. I lick it again, just in case I'm missing-.
"We knowst not precisely what you are doing, but We will thank you to stop."
I withdraw my tongue, looking down as Luna looks up at me. "Back with us?"
"What do you mean?"
"You were staring into space and muttering to yourself."
She rolls her eyes. "We were doing no such-." She blinks, looking up at the sun. "Why hath the sun moved?"
"No, no, see, for questions like
that, you want the big
white pony. You might have met her, actually, she's got a giant sun on-."
"We know perfectly well who it is that moves the sun, dalcop. We have-. Didst We really lose so much time?"
"Yeah, and I think Jean'll have to come back another day. You're not
supposed to space out like that. I tried speaking to get your attention and it didn't work."
"But why didst you lick Our-." She starts to smirk. "Did you think it was… Sensitive?"
I look away. "Might have."
"Hah! Your ignorance of pony physiology may prove your undoing. Didst you not remember when our horns clashed in mortal combat? Didst you feel any great erotic sensation-"
"Yes."
"-then
from your horn?"
"No, b-"
"Then why didst you think that
We would?"
"-
uuuut, I thought that might have been because you were using combat magic and I wasn't usually a pony." I bend my legs slightly, the fur of my unarmoured belly just brushing the fur of her back. "So where
should I lick?"
"To create a sudden shock, We recommend the ears."
"Ok-."
Her eyes narrow. "Try it with Us and We shall see if your ardour remains after being hurled from a mountain."
I bend my neck to the right and lower my head until my muzzle is level with her ear.
"What happens if the answer is 'yes'?"
Her horn glows midnight blue and she discorporates, turning into shadows before flowing out from under me and recorporating.
"Little."
"It's not
that l-."
"Are you here for a reason, or do you merely wish to vex Us?"
"Checking that the session went alright. I also want to introduce you to my eldest." She tenses slightly. "I mentioned-?"
"Yes, you… Did. The daughter who can read minds."
"That's her. Don't worry, she's done the full telepathic ethics course. And we both know that you go into people's dreams without prior consent, so don't be a hypocrite."
"You-?" She shakes her head. "Yes, We are prepared to meet her."
I turn towards the door. "Lynne!"
The door opens a little, Lynne's muzzle poking a short distance through. Then she
shoves, the door opening fully and displaying her to Luna.
Lynne is a short alicorn, smaller even than Twilight Sparkle. Her mane and tail are jet black, while her pelt is a grey a shade or two lighter than my own. Her cutie mark is near-identical to my own as well, the only difference being that the axe blade is slightly larger and has a Ψ character on the side as decoration. I.. think I expected her pelt to be white as a reference to her Justice League Animated costume, but she hasn't ever actually worn something like that. And this could well be a result of my soul donation.
Lynne awkwardly genuflects, bending her front legs and lowering her head.
**Good afternoon, Princess Luna.**
"Greetings, Llyn." Luna smiles, and trots closer. "We are pleased to meet you. We-." She cocks her head to the side. "Didst you just speak to Our mind?"
**Daddy has his rings to translate for him. I have to connect to your mind to understand what you're saying.**
"We see." Luna considers, and appears to accept that.
I
was planning to ask Sunset about dubbing her knowledge of the language, but she was in such a state after yesterday that I didn't want to push-
"
OOF."
-things.
The three of us turn to see the dirt-encrusted form of Sunset Shimmer laying on the balcony, struggling to climb back to her hooves.
"Sunset? What are you doing?"
"Oh." Legs trembling, she regains quadrupedalism. "Hey Grayven. I think I'm studying earth pony magic."
"You.. think..?"
She takes a deep breath. "It's a challenging teaching st-"
A boulder slams down on the balcony from above, shearing it from the face of the palace!
"-y
le!"
