Out of Character:
Alas, I have some bad news. I have decided to officially end this blog. I love it, and I love Luna, and possibly I might do some posts in the future when the creative bug hits me. But real life is busy, and it takes a lot for me to work up the energy to come up with responses for Luna.
However. Real-life me is very much like Twilight Sparkle. So much so that hubby dearest suggested I do a Twilight blog instead. Something that I don’t have to think about as much (because I already think like her) and simply have fun with.
So, if you are interested, please find me over at Dear Princess Twilight. And if not, then I bid you ado.
THEY HAVE ANCIENT CIVILIZATION GOOGLEY EYES
This posting hath filled me with an uncountable amount of mirth! I must share it, so that others may share in my great amusement!
Verily, We fear We art overcome with infatuation for the intellectual comedy stylings of one Frasier Crane. If he hath not yet been knighted, then We shall alleviate this at first chance!
Happy Hearth’s Warming Eve to all of my loyal subjects.
We made merriment at the local orphanage today, filling the foal’s holiday season with hippopotamus.
(Art by thekuto)
Hearth’s Warming Eve dawned cold, with a fresh snowfall, the white flaky tears of the night that had fallen during my nocturnal watch. Yet now, with my sister’s morning sun shining, the sky was clear with hope and promise. Still, the day promised nothing for me, the shadow of an otherwise festive day.
I ghosted in the shadows as the festivities were being readied for the day to come. None took notice of me as I slipped from one room to another. Verily, I retired to sleep: A restless, mocking sleep that hath plagued me since I found that I would not receive a hippopotamus.
I awoke late afternoon and broke my fast with some of the pleasantries laid out in the main hall for all to partake. The delicious food lifted my spirits, despite the predetermined disappointment of the day. I am not, nor have I ever been, a coward. With the bolstering of the delicious food, I decided to face the day. Head held high, I made my way to the throne room.
Upon entering the throne room, all eyes rested on me: The courtiers all, and my sister gazing at me from the the head of the room. Beside her, a very large green box. I approached, eying the box speculatively. My sister was smiling. What had she gotten for me? I asked for nothing save the hippopotamus, which she had said, in no uncertain terms, that she would not give me. What substitute did she acquire?
We bowed to one another and made our greetings. Celestia nodded to the box. “Luna, this gift is for you. I think you should open it.”
I acquiesced readily. I wanted to know what was inside. I turned to the present, which was certainly as tall as myself, and used my magic to untie the bow and lift the lid. The box flattened itself and revealed—
—None other than a hippopotamus! The hippopotamus stood looking at me, a red ribbon ‘round her neck! A beautiful creature and a new friend!
What a wonderful Hearth’s Warming Eve this has turned out to be!
I am truly a mean toy -Sara the Pink troll
Woe is me, that my toy self hath received a hippopotamus, and yet I remain with empty arms. Take joy in thine gift, toy self.
I have been restless these past nights. The thought that my hero hippopotamus is lost to me hath drained my spirits. The nights hath been clear as before, but where they held a shimmering hope in the starlight, now they seemeth empty and desolate. That emptiness hath settled upon me and so I wander the halls of the castle without direction, head bowed low. My duties are automatic and bring me no joy as Hearth’s Warming Eve approaches.
I hath not given my sister any alternate gift requests. Anything else t’would be but a shadow compared to that which I desire most. I would prefer to receive nothing, that the feeling within my heart be echoed in the material world in which we live.