Hoilday Weirdness A Visit from Saint NekolisMore Like This
(aka Neko-kun comes up with weird idea when bored at work)
T'was the night before Hearths Warming Eve, when all through the chat.
Not a Skyper was stirring, not even a cat.
The bronies were nestled all snug in thier beds, while of visions of pony ships danced in Petra's :icondrawing-heart: head.
Jade :iconjadedjynx: in her thief robes and Lene :iconcocho: with a sigh had planned to rob a museum. Boy, will they get a surprise!
When from outside my home rose such a clatter, I sprang from my keyboard, to see what was the matter.
When what my wandering eyes did see, but a miniature sleigh pulled along by eight tiny bronies!
With a old driver so grump and so quick, I knew in an instant it must be St. Nekolis!
More rapid then griffons his ponies they came. He whistled, and yelled and called out their names!
Lunar Republic vs Celestial EmThe Lunar Republic vs The Celestial EmpireMore Like This
"The wine is lovely this year, Madame Berry Grape." Celestia gave a short nod to the bowing pony. The wine was, in fact, not lovely this year. It was simply what a princess was supposed to say at the Autumn Equinox Banquet.
At this function, like most, the aristocracy played a traditional and subtle game of which-pony-was-better-than-which, a ferociously competitive sport of tiny score keeping. If you sit one space closer to the princess, you are one point better. If you wore a dress not haute couture, you lost a point. If your hat had an extra feather, you had an extra point, unless you attempted a power play by foregoing feathers and trying a coiffure done by a famous mane stylist, though that was a risky move. Fumbling through a step on the dance floor was an easy way to lose points, though that was never an issue, since no one ever danced for fear of subtracting their score. Winners were allowed to hold their noses in inc