>You wake up in a large bed.
>Comfortable as hell too.
>Covers and sheets are a strikingly dark blue.
>You look around groggily.
>A simple room, although the few bits of furniture look kind of expensive.
>Oh, right.
>Canterlot Castle.
>Guest room.
>Princess Luna.
>Chit-chat about humanity and stuff.
>You get out of bed.
>Where the hell are your clothes?
>You should just start with finding some breakfast.
>Or dinner.
>Considering how late you got to bed, it’s probably not early morning now.
>But get dressed first.
>Ponies are only nude all the time because they have fur or coats or whatever.
>Natural cover.
>Armour doesn’t count.
>Wait a minute, there’s a food cart by the door.
>So breakfast/whatever is accounted for.
>Neat.
>Now where’d you leave your clothes?

>You’re out in the royal garden again.
>The sun is setting in the horizon, making the sky red and fiery.
>You expect someone will come find you whenever Luna thinks it’s time to continue your sessions.
>Knowing her domain is night, you wonder if she’s even out of bed at this point.
>But until then, you’ll enjoy the peace and quiet this place has to offer.
>As friendly as ponies can be, a little time alone is still nice.
>This world is still weird as hell, after all.
>The garden is pretty large and has a good variety of trees, flowers, and other plants.
>Thick, soft grass too.
>It wouldn’t be unreasonable to compare it to a park, actually.
>And it’s devoid of ponies right now.
>Only the sound of gentle winds moving through the treetops and the sensation of the same winds caressing you.
>Strolling through it is very soothing.
>So you stroll.
>But only until something interrupts you.
>You hear four hooves hitting the ground simultaneously behind you.
>A flyer making a landing.
>It’s a bit early for Luna to summon you, isn’t it?
>No, you can’t actually tell.
>You don’t know much about the daily routines of the pony royalty.
>You turn around to face the pony.
>But you’re a little shocked by what you see.
>Dark armour you had become a little more familiar with.
>Leathery wings you could now recognise.
>And those eyes.
>The golden orbs of a predator.
>You hadn’t expected this one to show up.
>”Hello, Moon Chill,” you greet the mare from last night.
“Good evening.”
>The same pleasant but weirdly calm voice.
>She doesn’t smile or frown.
>Or anything.
>Fucking pokerface.
>Doesn’t matter, though. She must be here for a reason.
>”Is it time to go meet with Luna?”
>She blinks once before responding.
“No, the Princess has not requested your presence yet.”
>Requested.
>With her authority, isn’t it basically the same as ‘demanded’?
>Probably.
>But nevermind that.
>Luna doesn’t want to see you yet, apparently.
>So…
>”Then why are you here?”
>She stays in her spot.
“You are unaccompanied and don’t seem to be preoccupied.”
>Okay…?
>You wait for her to say more.
>She looks at you.
>She’s not going to say anything else, is she?
>”And…?”
>She stares.
>Don’t get confused now!
>”I’m enjoying myself in this garden.”
>The look in her eyes change.
>A very subtle difference.
“… Then are you preoccupied?”
>Her voice sounds almost exactly the same.
>Almost.
>Is that worry?
>Fine, you’ll give her a chance.
>”No, I suppose not.”
>She’s not actually harmful.
>Just odd.
>She walks closer.
>She looks at you.
>You look at her.
>…
>Did she expect something to happen now?
>You sigh.
>Internally.
>You turn around and continue through the garden, the same way as before she interrupted your stroll.
>She follows.
>Keeps pace right beside you.
>Doesn’t say a word.
>You try to ignore her and just enjoy the garden.
>The wind is still blowing.
>Through the treetops and against your body.
>Cool and soft.
>The sky is reddened by twilight now.
>All in all, the moment is very serene.
>You can barely hear the extra footsteps next to you.
>You stop and look around.
>Moon Chill stays next to you.
>You regard the large trees slowly swaying.
>They have a bit strange proportions compared to the ones back home.
>The look at the numerous colourful flowers.
>Probably even more colourful than the pony population.
>Then you look at the pony next to you.
>She’s not looking at you but observing the garden the same way you just did.
>You return your gaze to the garden too.
>The sky’s quickly darkening, though.
>The burning colours are fading into duller ones.
>When is Luna getting out of bed?
>Hopefully Chill knows.
>Oh well, you’ll just wait and see.
>You lie down in the grass, on your back.
>It could make for a pretty comfortable bed.
>Maybe you’ll request sleeping out here sometime.
>You don’t imagine it’d actually be allowed, tough.
>Moon Chill lies down too.
>Of course.
>But you don’t mind.
>You don’t feel so unhappy with her.
>She’s pretty good company for this sort of thing.
>You’re facing the sky.
>Although the fire is gone, it’s still pretty.
>Albeit in a more simple manner.
>You turn your head so you can see Moon Chill.
>She’s looking at the sky too.
>It’s a bit difficult to see everything about her when she’s clad in armour.
>But she doesn’t actually LOOK weird.
>Besides being a batpegasusthing.
>Her attitude is just kind of unusual.
>A lot.
>But, hell, for a pony you could even call her pretty.
>No, wait, that came out wrong.
>Ugh.
>Her head suddenly turns.
>She looks at you.
>Eye-contact.
>Those golden orbs.
>They don’t seem so predatory now, though.
>No words are exchanged.
>None seem to be needed.
>Just silence.
>A very pleasant silence.
>But after a while she looks away and stands up.
“Princess Luna will want to see you now.”
>So she did know when Luna would be ready.
>You get back up yourself.
>Brush off a bit of grass sticking to your clothing.
>There actually isn’t much.
>Whatever, you still shouldn’t be dirty when going to see royalty.
>Moon Chill looks at you, waiting.
>You turn towards her.
>”Okay, I’m ready.”
“Good.”
>She turns towards the castle entrance and starts walking.
>You follow her.
>Looks like she’s going to be your escort.
>And you’re okay with this.
>But then she stops and looks back at you.
>You just look at her and wait for her to do whatever is apparently on her mind.
“I enjoyed myself.”
>With that she starts walking again.
>Huh.
>Okay, that’s good.
>You follow her.

THE END