Nimble and Velvet
Princess Celestia eyed her sister silently, her wings folding close to her body, a light-colored imitation of her own sister’s broken and limp pair. Softly, she began to speak, her eyes half-lidding as her chanting melted into a more sing-song tone. “Equus, euuisti, revocans ad lunus…”
Luna glanced down to the two pegasi stallions in front of her, her eyes dark. “You do not have to do this. There is a window – it would be easy to escape, to flee to some far-off countryside. You will have enough time while she is finishing the incantation.”
“We will not leave you, Princess.” Nimble whispered, but even as he spoke, he pressed tight against Velvet’s side, trying to hide his trembling in his partner’s soft, downy fur.
“We are your guardians, for as long as you need us.” Velvet agreed, his voice soft as he folded one wing over his partner’s back, gathering him as closely as he could as he trembled. He would never speak the words out loud, refusing to embarrass Nimble in his last moments on Equestria, but how he longed to whisper his soothing words to his mate. It will be all right, little one. I will protect you, always.
Luna smiled gently, and moved a little closer, her good wing spreading to cover the pair, gathering them against her own, dark-skinned side as her sister’s chanting began to grow in volume and urgency.
Princess Celestia took a deep breath, finishing the final line of the spell in a powerful, sharp whinny, rising onto her back legs to paw at the air. She almost didn’t think it would work; the ancient magic was so untested, so unknown. Who was to even know if it would work? But as her eyes opened, she sighted the dim lights that circled the trio, now huddled against her sister’s hunched wing. They had been faint in the beginning, but now they blazed brightly, a myriad of colors surrounding her accursed sister and regicidal assistants.