STORY: The Celestial Mechanics in MidsummerMore Like This
The Celestial Mechanics in Midsummer
By Foxxy Hooves
I rise early, and my sister sleeps late, but still we get along just fine.
As the day carries on and the sun drags down behind the westward trees around two or three in the afternoon, just then I'll often be seated in my quiet study with my work, my scrolls, and a bit of tea in my favorite fire-red kettle - the one with the little suns dancing around the perimeter. And after a bit I'll start hearing her scurrying around upstairs, the soft dabbling of delicate hooffalls in the rooms above. Then, after some delay, here she'll come downstairs, stepping heavily with purpose, her mane in a tangled mess and her wings imperfectly symmetrical, where she will stop, raise her hoof in a salute, and absurdly bark:
"Salutations, and a good morning to thou, sister! -- Queen Celestia!"
…or some other linguistically tortured greeting. I think she thinks them up the morning b