#sunlightsovereign

        “I understand how hard you work to keep your spiders comfortable. And I apologise for jumping to conclusions upon our first meeting. Though, hopefully these gifts can make it up to you and keep both you and your spiders comfortable and happy over this holiday season.

                        Sincerely, Princess Celestia”

— [ $ ] — ❝Princess sure knows a thing or two ‘bout practicality, don't she?❞ she titters with great nonchalance to the spider resting on one shoulder. ❝Suppose I misjudged her too, huh? Thought dearie was all hoity toity and full a bling, ahuhuhu~!!❞

Though no less greedy than with her less gift, but with an extra sense of care, she makes terrific use of these gifts. Books are swell, but unlike heaters and tea sets can't really be used to much effect. Now these gifts, oh they make her friends sing and dance and warm up their tiny little bodies!

                                        Creature #068, Unicorns: Known primarily to 

                                 reside in the deepest, most magical parts of the forest 

                                         this rare species rarely emerges from hiding. 

                                        The hair of the unicorn’s mane bears mystical  

                                          properties, but can only be obtained by one 

                                                            who is pure of heart.

    Dipper was well-aware that he was by no means pure of heart, but when he’d seen the unicorn simply roaming the city, he knew that he had to at least give it a shot. Ford had told him that the Shack needed to be protected (from what was a complete mystery to him) and how, so on instinct the teen had taken it upon himself to help. A pair of scissors in hand, and a few steps behind the magical horse, he’d be able to get a lock of hair. Just a little bit closer... Easy... easy...

    Oh god, she noticed him. 

    As quick as he could manage, Dipper pulls the shears behind his back.

Well, here she was. Dressed up, on time, and already regretting everything as Luna eyed the crowd dancing and milling around the ball. It did not help that Celestia was nowhere to be seen either, and even as she began walking down the cobblestone path the pony already could feel the probing eyes of the nearest humans. But a promise was a promise. For her sister’s sake Luna would try and enjoy a hopefully peaceful evening, and taking a deep breath, the princess stepped through the entrance way…

…and froze mid-step on the threshold, eyes wide as a loud gasp escaped her mouth. The ceiling, it was...was…the mare was at a loss of words. Above her it seemed that whole worlds and galaxies gleamed bright among an almost infinite darkness, swirling through vast legions of twinkling stars as if part of some vivid dream. And yet, they danced close enough to Luna that it looked as if but a single swipe of a hoof would scatter the cosmos, sending all the universe sailing across the night sky like a cloud of fireflies, and off into the blackest unknown.

It was, in a word, beautiful.

So beautiful that, for a moment, Luna was reminded of her own magnificent Equestrian night and all its wonder. And of its familiarity, and as she watched a few drops of tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.

This was not home, but…for a single night, perhaps it could be.

So filled with awe was Luna as she began to move forward again that she lost all perception of the ball around her. That was at least until, neck craned and eyes glued to the stars, she smacked straight into the one pony she should have been looking for. With a cry of surprise the princess flailed backwards until she lost her footing on the slick floor and tumbled into a group of ball goers behind her, sending them scattering for cover as a blue pony landed in their midst.

“Dear Satori,

        It is quite a pleasure to have met you and to work alongside you at the school and now at the book shop. I am glad you have made friends with my faithful student, Princess Twilight Sparkle, and I hope to be able to say that we, too, are friends. May you have a wonderful holiday.

                                        Sincerely, Princess Celestia”

— [ ♥ ] — This is the first gift that she notices. Welcoming it, and only slightly anticipating it, the package is simply brought in alongside the others. Her daily ritual is not at all compromised by the pleasures of receiving gifts as evident by her calmly drinking an entire cup of tea before addressing her new belongings. And when she finally chooses to open the boxes, it is with care, as if she intends to preserve the wrapping paper.

❝Does Twilight tell her everything?❞ Slightly exasperated, she mutters to herself as she looks over the letter. Nonetheless, her feelings pass near immediately, as she folds up the letter and sets it aside.

She finds the gifts cute enough, if kind of silly. Sometimes, silly is exactly what she needs, however, especially as stress starts to take its toll on her. And indeed, she smiles and laughs as she flips through the pages and cuddles stuffed animals.

But, it is the last gift that catches her eyes the most. Lovely and well thought out, she nearly forgets the other presents left unopened. The itching desire to write has always been strong, but now it is exceptionally so.

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— [ ♛ ] — The queen has never seen so much traffic before in her life. The roaring of strange vehicles plowing through the roadways, working at the whims of random lights that change colors. She doesn't understand. Why can't she just fly anywhere she wants? No, she has to cross the street the old fashioned way.

Oh, hay, no! She doesn't listen to warnings, wouldn't care if she heard them, anyway. One foreleg extends in front of the other, making the forbidden move of stepping off the sidewalk in the process. Another foreleg follows, proceeded by her back legs. The sounds of honking horns and squealing wheels are foreign to her. In fact, she ignores everything; what could plain humans know about a changeling queen?

Oh, what's this? A car swerves into her path, another screeching to a halt behind her. She tosses her mane, snorts, and with that wicked grin never leaving her face, continues to walk her current path. A crunch ensues as her footsteps lead her over the hood of one car and upon the roof of another.

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— [ ✪ ] — Intoxicating is the smell of freshly brewed coffee. In the early morning, when the sun lies low and hazy and the stars still shine -- albeit dimly -- the call of drink is strong. He doesn't exactly need coffee to stay awake in the morning, but, it is certainly more convenient than the alternatives. One of these days, he needs a job with more excitement involved.

As he rises among the early commute, the coffee shops and cafes draw in citizens by the dozens -- hundreds even. Usually, his journey is met without fanfare, and instead is really quite boring. Yet, on the one day he runs five minutes late, it seems as if the entire city wants coffee and donuts. He is by no means a patient man, but this morning, it just so happens that there is a heated argument occurring near the front of the line.

“Sweet Celestia?!” Princess Celestia? Noooot the princess he was looking for, but one he wasn’t any less happy to see. 

Oh, wait. They were trapped here.