Anothter posting from my Equestria dreamscape. In the last posting I had succeeded in accidentally creating a horrible monster in Twilight's kitchen [link]
. The fallout of that was Twilight immediately sending a letter to Princess Celestia and then informing me that first thing in the morning we'd be traveling to Canterlot to see her. Well things moved faster than that.
At about five in the morning we were woken by someone knocking at the library door. Outside we found three pegasus of the Royal Guard and a waiting sky chariot. In quick order and without much explanation to myself, Twilight, Petina and Spike we were piled into the chariot and were on our way to Canterlot. The third pegasus paid a visit to Fluttershy's home to retrieve one of the whookits I had also created [link]
. Fluttershy had agreed to take in the poor wayward birds and get them out of Twilight's library. In less than thirty minutes we were landing at the palace and being quickly escorted to an atrium garden on palace grounds. We were told to stay there and then our escorts departed.
Several minutes later after sunrise a small entourage of servants and courtiers arrived in the garden with Princess Celestia at the head of the parade. With practiced grace and efficiency the servants set up a table with a continental breakfast spread on it and silk cushions for us to sit on. Then with equal grace the servants departed leaving us in alone in the garden. Just two Royal Guards remained at the entrance doors to assure we were not disturbed.
At this point formal introductions were made. Now I was afraid I'd find myself utterly tongue tied having to address the princess. However much to my surprise I found it was very easy to speak to Celestia. So what was my first impressions of the Co-Ruler of Equestria. The closest comparison I can think of is to compare her with one the high elves from Tolkien's Middle Earth. Fair, beautiful and terrible to behold. Her essence radiates Royalty.
However having now met her face to face I have better understanding of the relationship that other ponies have with her. It is my experience that the ponies do not worship Celestia as much as they revere her. She is not some deity that is obeyed out of fear and dread, but instead she is a somepony that every pony tries to be like. She is a role model which other the ponies look to for inspiration and hope. Each one striving to find that little bit of Celestia in them. And no pony wants to fail her, for I am left with the feeling that far worse than any cursing she could give you would be the look of disappointment in her eyes. That would be far more terrible to behold.
Now I was expecting to receive relentless questioning from her Highness, but much to my surprise we instead had a very pleasant breakfast in garden. She asked me several questions about my impressions of Ponyville and the ponies I'd met there. She examined the sketches that I've drawn but had not transformed into three dimensional objects. She examined the whookit that the one guard had retrieved from Fluttershy's home. She then asked me to draw something and bring it to live, and after some coaxing I was successful. As a result the palace garden now has one more butterfly. She also cast a couple of spells on me.
It was her opinion that all the creatures I had created possessed their own unique individual spark of existence which meant they were actually living beings and not magically animated props of my magic. She also determined that these creations was not tapping into my or any other ponies vitality, life force, or soul. This made Twilight feel better but she was still very bothered that I could wield such powerful magic since she had been through every book in her library and could find no reference to any other pony possessing the talents I was exhibiting. This comment from Twilight resulted in Celestia giving me a couple of very penetrating stares; as if she was trying to pierce some mask that hid my true nature from her. Through all this I could hear Paynes mulling around in the back of my head but he was being quiet in general.
Meanwhile I was starting to wonder where this whole discussion was heading since Celestia had not yet asked me any real probing questions about my past or where I had received my schooling. On top of that I was very certain that our little breakfast in the garden was wreaking havoc on the Princess's carefully choreographed schedule of audiences and meetings. Still here we were sitting in this beautiful garden enjoying our scones and tea. What I soon found out was Celestia had a test planned for me.