Title:           Drive with Celestia [Celestia, PiE]
Author:          Woofr
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First Edit:      Friday 11th of December 2015 07:32:20 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Friday 11th of December 2015 07:32:20 PM CDT

>The world haunts you, possesses you this morning.
>Everything looks gorgeous and oasis like at a 120 kilometers per hour, the mountains especially.
>They stand in the distance, down the road, wrapped up in dawn mist, peaks basking in the radiant golden light of the sun as it rises.
>You hammer the pedal, accelerating, stick shifting.
>Kick up the speed.
>Your gleaming black ’73 Chevelle Malibu roars and thunders down the road, pounding the pavement, becoming wind itself.
>The grass beside the road whispers and shakes in its presence, drawn to its destination at its passing.
>To your left there’s a lake, immense in span, still as a mirror in nature.
>The reflections of clouds dance across it, lit by the stark red sun on the horizon.
>Your right is filled with fields, flat and orange with the sun’s light.
>But your eyes are trained on what’s ahead.
>Princess Celestia is alight this morning.
>Moving at a legendary clip, her wings cut through the air, bright white against the dreary grey clouds.
>Celestia’s mane and tail have become a contrail, spanning straight back off of her in a morning sky rainbow, disassociating into sparkling pink waves at the edges and ends.
>She moves freely above the road, wheeling, spinning and diving.
>You spot a shimmer of gold around Celestia’s head.
>Immediately you increase your speed again, hands slamming the shifter into place just as Celestia starts to accelerate.
>190 kilometres per hour and you’re just barely keeping up.
>You grin and hold tight to the wheel.
>Plenty of road to go.
>The pavement just stretches on and on into the distance, the mountains hardly even shift as you rush towards them
>A testament to their size.
>Your eyes go back to Celestia, drawn to her overwhelming beauty.
>Suddenly her wings snap closed, and she dives, losing speed.
>You nearly slam the brakes as she comes down in an arc right at the car.
 
>But there’s no contact.
>You check your rear view mirror and there she is, flying along at nearly road level behind you.
>Laughing, you roll down your window and flip her the bird.
>You can see her just grinning back in the mirror.
>Smiling and shaking your head, you floor it.
>Shift.
>Speed up.
>Shift.
>250 kilometers per hour, the scenery has trouble keeping up.
>And so does Princess Celestia, she falls behind a bit.
>Celestia hangs back for a moment, then you see that golden glow again and her wings seem to gain an all new brilliance to them.
>Like a dart she flies, catching up to you in seconds.
>You hear a couple light thunks.
>Celestia is tapping on your trunk, smirking at you.
>You just pound the gas some more.
>287 kilometers per hour.
>You inch ahead, slowly gaining more and more distance on Celestia.
>The landscape is purely a blur, only the mountains and the lake are really there anymore.
>The sun truly rears its head now, rising above the orange blur to your right.
>Your grip tightens on the wheel, black leather gloves on leather.
>Celestia is just a white dot behind you know, high above the pavement.
“Ha. Got y-“
>The world ripples, you can feel the magic pulsating out from behind you, crackling in the air.
>You twist your head around to look.
>Celestia is well in view now.
>There’s a wave of golden light spreading out from her, a vast wall of magical energy shimmers and sparkles behind her.
>You notice that the sun has shown its full face now.
 
>Princess Celestia lifts her wings, up high enough so that they’re touching each other.
>And then she flaps them.
>A stupendously loud bang sounds off and Celestia flies ahead faster than you can really register.
>Her golden wave seems to get caught up in the sudden acceleration, dragging behind her as a wondrous cone.
>You have to wrench the wheel to keep on the road, the shockwaves were so strong.
>You watch her zoom ahead, straight to the mountains in shock, mouth agape.
>Then you laugh and just keep on.
>Another bang rings out, just as loud as the first.
>At the foot of the mountains you can see a golden wall of light spreading out in a huge arc.
>It bathes them in golden radiance, illuminating every crook, every crevice.
>The mountains were truly touched by the sun this morning.
>Your grip loosens on the wheel, although your foot stays hard pressed, you’d hit your limit hovering around 290 kilometers per hour.
>Your phone rings.
>You roll your eyes and answer.
“Hey Celestia.”
>”What’s taking you so long Anonymous? I’m here at the foot of the mountain, waiting.”
>Of course.
>You can hear that playful tone in Celestia’s voice.
“Unfortunately my car can’t go faster than the speed of sound.”
>Princess Celestia does this mocking sigh and tut tut.
>“Come now, just how slow are you going?”
>You chuckle and check your speedometer.
“A positively glacial 288 kilometres per hour your Highness.”
>”You really should get yourself a faster method of travel.”
“I’ll get right on that. What color should my fighter jet be do you think?”
>Celestia laughs and hangs up.
>You put the phone down, shake your head and get back to the road, smiling.
>Another day on the road with Celestia.