Telekinesis Part 11

>"I want you on your best behaviour for the princesses!"

>You nod.

>The princesses have invited you to dinner, in honor of you saving their lives.

>Twilight, the spoilsport that she is, wants everything to go smoothly.

>Whatever, you'll give her this one.

>You have breakfast, have a shower, change your clothes and pack an extra set just in case.

>Shortly thereafter, a carriage arrives.

>One of the ones pulled by pegasi, so it flies.

>You climb aboard after Twilight, and try your hardest not to fall asleep.

>Through infinite amounts of willpower and fortitude, you manage to remain more or less attentive throughout the entire ride.

>You land somewhere near the Canterlot Central Station.

>Exiting the skycarriage, you give a small bow and thank you to the drivers.

>They look much happier for it, and ride away to wherever they need to be.

>Twilight starts off in a direction, and you follow.

>At the sedate pace Twilight seems to insist on adhering to, it's quite easy to admire the architecture of Canterlot.

>As far as you're concerned Canterlot is, in a word, fancy.

>All the golds everywhere, the pointy top things to the tower that probably took a mason quite some time to put there, and the fact that the roads are dyed a different color.

>Fancy.

>At any rate, Twilight and you arrive at a sort of private suite in one of the more fancy parts of the fancy city that is Canterlot.

>Celestia has this place set aside for special visitors, apparently.

>You toss your meagre pile of clothes into a corner, and flop onto the bed.

>You stare at the ceiling and listen to the quiet bustle of the city around you for about half an hour, then Twilight manages to snap you from your reverie.

>She packed more stuff than you, and it took her this long to get it organised.

>"Let's go get lunch, shall we?"

>You nod, and leap off the bed.

>Landing on your feet, you make for the door, stopping to let Twilight through first.

>She knows where she's going, so you follow her.

>You tail Twilight through the twists and turns of Canterlot.

>The city seems to have woken up, with everypony going from here to there, there to here, and anywhere to everywhere.

>Fortunately, all the ponies seem to have distinct color schemes and mane styles, so you manage to not lose Twilight by looking for a lavender pony with straight hair whenever you lose sight of her.

>A few minutes of walking later, you find yourself at a doughnut shop.

>Not exactly your first choice for lunch, but it'll do.

>You sit in one of the booths lining the walls and let Twilight do the talking.

>A short while later, she approaches carrying two rather large doughnuts in her telekinesis.

>One is passed to you and the other she keeps to herself.

"Not exactly lunch food, is it?"

>"No, but I doubt you mind so much."

>She's right. You don't.

>You bite into your food, and listen to the world at large.

>The sound of the hustle and bustle of Canterlot, muffled by the walls of the shop, is rather relaxing.

>You continue to eat, and in far too short a time, you're done.

>You quietly wait for Twilight to finish eating.

>When she is, you both stand up at the same time, and exit the building.

>You give a quick wave and a smile to the pony at the counter as you leave, and notice him smiling in kind.

>Twilight continues out into the busy streets, and you follow.

>You notice that you're backtracking to the suite, so you forge ahead of Twilight.

>With your absurdly long legs powering you forwards you get back to the suite ages before Twilight.

>You curl up on the bed, and have a nap, letting the ambient noise of the city lull you to sleep.

>The sun raises slightly, then starts to lower in the opposite direction.

>Twilight returns, and goes and does her own thing.

>The sky turns different colors, and touches the horizon.

>Simultaneously, the moon starts to peek out from behind the opposite horizon.

>You are awoken by a hoof nudging you.

>"Wake up and get ready, the dinner is in an hour."

>You stretch, rub your eyes, and stop yourself from tapping your purple, unicorn shaped alarm clock on the head.

>You gather your clothes from the corner, and step into the bathroom.

>You have a shower, change your clothes and step out of the bathroom.

"How do I look?"

>"Exactly the same as you did before."

"Good. That's the look I was going for."

>Twilight steps into the bathroom, with a bundle of cloth in her telekinesis.

>You sit on the edge of the bed, and consider the nature of twiddling ones thumbs until Twilight exits the bathroom.

>She's in a dress of some sort. You aren't exactly a dressmaker, or a fashioneer or some sort of tailornaut, so you can't really give an opinion on it.

>It's sort of plain, you guess. Practical.

>"So, how do I look?"

"Alright, I guess."

>She gets a sort of irritated look on her face, but it passes quickly.

>Everything prepared, you both set out for the castle.

>As mentioned earlier, Twilight has a better idea of the layout of Canterlot, so you trail behind her.

>In a few minutes, you arrive at the gates, and are allowed in by a pair of guards.

>Then, you are escorted to a sort of waiting room, as there's still about five or so minutes until the dinner begins proper.

>You wait as patiently as you are able, Twilight sitting beside you.

>Then, all of a sudden, you are escorted into the dining room proper.

>It's a lot smaller than you would've expected from a monarch, but it fits.

>There's room for you, Twilight, Celestia and Luna, and a couple extra spaces without chairs in them.

>Ponies come in, serve food, and exit.

>You notice that your food is lacking in hay, grass and flowers, which are on the other ponies plate.

>You bring this up to Celestia.

>"I've learned about your dietary needs from letters that Twilight has sent me, and made sure you were catered for."

"Thank you, Celestia."

>Twilight shoots you a look briefly, but goes back to her food almost as soon as she starts.

>You eat your food. It's decent.

>You enjoy your meal in silence.

>Other conversations bounce around the table, but you only talk when spoken too, and even then in short sentences.

>You finish your meal, and politely wait for Twilight to finish hers.

>Eventually, she does. Both you and her pardon yourselves at the same time, and let yourselves out.

>The two of you wander back to the suite in the dead of night.

>The sound of business is still there, but much quieter, as one would expect.

>When you get back to the suite, you curl up in a corner and go to sleep.

>But before you finally slip away into dreamland, you tell Twilight something.

"Y'know what, Twilight? Today was pretty alright."