Wings folding slowly to her sides.
Solitude is a silly thing for her.
Wings, a dream, and grace.
Yet she remained the only who remained without a soul to care for.
Or rather, for her.
These clouds drift slowly, yet steadily...To everywhere and nowhere.
She chuckled at herself
When did I became Twilight?
Eyes cast over the edge. The height stares back.
Just friends. nopony else.
There she saw him.
And solitude began a relentless siege in her mind.
"Just friends...Nopony else.."
She repeated this senctence as she descended.
Her eyes on him.
It became hard to breathe, Solitude breached her mental gates.
"You know, I really like w
Being the goddess of the sun is a task on it's own.
Being the co-ruler of a nation build on friendship, magic, hardworking ponies and pompous nobles is another.
Yet the routine was hardly a challenge.
- Raise the sun, and bask in it's warmth before the cinnamon tea arrives.
- Drink said cinnamon tea and meditate in advance.
- Reluctantly head to court.
Stiffling away a yawn, and making a last-minute re-composure. court was opened, thankfully her sister was at her side this time. even if the day started off with wishing eachother a good day and her sister made her way to bed. Soon, the sun princess found herself in the company of surly
"Tell me."
"Tell you what?"
A sigh into the night.
"How much I mean to you?"
"More then the worlds or my title..."
"That's cheezy."
"Aww come on! You really should give me more time to work with."
Blonde manes in the wind.
"I'm sure you do. I've seen you 'improvise'."
Blue eyes shifting from door to mare.
"Not this again."
"Yes this again."
A deep, long sigh from the stallion.
"You look so cute when flusterd."
White on red. The blue eyes narrow.
"Oh harr, harr..."
"Come here, you silly pony."
Hooves reaching for his, the moon shines brightly on orange. White against Orange.
"How come you are so soft? I mean, you are always b
Random sayings: Drink themed! by Blacko1, literature
Literature
Random sayings: Drink themed!
Upset guts? Vodka! Pain in your hips? Vodka! Broken heart? Vodka! Depressed? Vodka! Hangover? VODKA!
Beer in mind, this has deep mead-ing.
Ale makes sorry soireés into savvy shuffeling.
Whiskey or Wiskey? Your care will vanish after a glass.
Single malt, twenty years. Just like the ladies.
I am an eligible addition to the weather-team: Mix a Curaçao Blue with two inches of sambuca, then carefully pour a hint of baileys cream ontop. Stormy cloud!
It's not the drink what does numbers on people, it's their attempts at being funny, that do.
Stop breezing, start sophistication: Concaq for the evening!
When in perilous situation
Solitude.
I expect nothing less of it, this island is perfect to the tree-less features and waist-high grass. I can feel the strands caress my body carefully, as if to stroke the pain and memories away.
And for a moment, this works.
This island is small. But large enough to become lost, might it be so. I feel my being pulled towards the epicentre of Melancholgy hill. The tunnels carve out this paradise of lost dreams and dieing hopes. I will make camp there. Out the wind, out the balefull glare of the moon.
Serveral months ago, I was at an wedding composed out of sheer bliss of the heart, the couple being wed vaguely seeps back into my b
It just so happens, that during the second month of the second week in seconds from the second
hour of midnight, The royal palace becomes the place to be for all F(p)un to be had!
Celestia smirked lightly as the thought passes her head, and closing her eyes she averted her
head from the golden clock on the wall. She should 'hit the hay' as one would say.
However, a nagging feeling gnawed at her, Like she had forgotten something?
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Princess Luna strode through the now-well-lit halls of the royal canterlot palace. And turned to her guard in e