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!!C8pgolrlBHK 06/15/11(Wed)20:00 No.26868405"I'm glad you're enjoying the gardens, Miss Fluttershy," Celestia smoothed. Her voice was so honey-warm in the winter chill. The light windless fluttering of her pastel hair was reflected in the tiny frozen dewdrops on the winter lilies.
Fluttershy nodded silently, eyes taking in the contours of a willow frozen mid-spring in deepest Canterlot winter. The gardens were indeed beautiful in deep magical chill.
Fluttershy shuffled her feet anxiously. She knew she looked nowhere near as regal in her parka and mittens. Her breath froze into fog on every outbreath and frankly it was starting to hurt her lungs a little on the inbreath.
The Sun Goddess remained composed, standing proudly in hock-deep snow and taking in the beautiful high moon over Canterlot.
"Would you like to see my private garden?" rolled Celestia suddenly, in the same tone as "Did you see the marigolds over there?"
Fluttershy startled. The high-walled inner sanctum garden had only ever been opened to non-royal three times in equine history and all of them were sworn to secrecy over the nesting habits of phoenixes and the curative properties of their down. "I- I-"
"Please." Was firm but gentle, warm but binding - like a wax seal cooling on an oilskin envelope. Celestia's eyes were inscrutable, but there was a hint of … pleading?
Fluttershy nodded,hooves stamping in their place in the snow. It would be good to get inside, she supposed. |
