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Who Is Mare Number One?
Nov. 21st, 2016 11:44 pmI have a lot of genre fiction in my library thanks to the books Princess Celestia and Princess Cadence sent me after the destruction of the Royal Oaks library. Many of the books are Hanoverian Romance novels and books in the Hardy Bays series and the like. I decided to move them downstairs to the reference section along with old outdated reference books on fashion, architecture, annual almanacs and old issues of magical publications. This way, there is more room for new books in the main library and the old books are in a place where it will be easy to find them. Starlight and Spike were there to help me carry. They wanted to know what was getting shelved where and why, and helping me is the easiest way to find out.
While we were joyfully shelving books, a letter arrived for Starlight Glimmer. It was a letter from the ponies of her village out in the desert, inviting her to a week-long Sunset Festival. Does that village even have a name yet? I can see Starlight's point of not naming the village in her quest for pony equality, but now? It's probably a case of social inertia. No name then, no name now. It's not like, in the desert, there are any other ponies asking you to remember the name of your village. "The Village". That reminds me of a series I read once, a quirky spy novel series about a master spy trapped in fake town. The story revolved around the mind games the ponies played on her in an attempt to find out what she knew. It was a strange series of books. On the back cover of each, "I am not a number, I'm a free mare!" was written in large font. I wonder if Starlight has read that series? Well, I hope she goes to the Sunset Festival. There are sure to be friendship lessons to be learned there!
It was Nightmare Night in Ponyville. While Starlight took care of distributing candy to the hardy few that came knocking after dark, the rest of us took to the streets of Ponyville. Spike and Pinkie joined a small herd of candy-questers and managed to track down and collect candy of their own before heading out to sacrifice some to the Nightmare Moon statue. I saw Trixie disguised as herself, trotting off in that direction. Mayor Mare told me that Trixie was helping with the annual retelling of the Nightmare Moon legend by providing smoke and fireworks. A short time later, there were some nice fireworks lighting up the night sky around there. We missed the show. Oh well.
In town, the party was just starting. Everypony was dressed up in disguise and lining up for Nightmare Night games and dancing. My star-map dress wasn't really made for bobbing for apples, and although I calculated the optimum force and angle, I wasn't too good at flicking beanbag spiders into the web target. When Spike and Pinkie got back, we dragged Dash and Applejack away from the catapults and went to the Sweet Apple Acres Corn maze. Then it was back to Ponyville for more dancing and prancing until Spike had eaten all his candy and had fallen asleep. I carried him home to bed.
While we were joyfully shelving books, a letter arrived for Starlight Glimmer. It was a letter from the ponies of her village out in the desert, inviting her to a week-long Sunset Festival. Does that village even have a name yet? I can see Starlight's point of not naming the village in her quest for pony equality, but now? It's probably a case of social inertia. No name then, no name now. It's not like, in the desert, there are any other ponies asking you to remember the name of your village. "The Village". That reminds me of a series I read once, a quirky spy novel series about a master spy trapped in fake town. The story revolved around the mind games the ponies played on her in an attempt to find out what she knew. It was a strange series of books. On the back cover of each, "I am not a number, I'm a free mare!" was written in large font. I wonder if Starlight has read that series? Well, I hope she goes to the Sunset Festival. There are sure to be friendship lessons to be learned there!
It was Nightmare Night in Ponyville. While Starlight took care of distributing candy to the hardy few that came knocking after dark, the rest of us took to the streets of Ponyville. Spike and Pinkie joined a small herd of candy-questers and managed to track down and collect candy of their own before heading out to sacrifice some to the Nightmare Moon statue. I saw Trixie disguised as herself, trotting off in that direction. Mayor Mare told me that Trixie was helping with the annual retelling of the Nightmare Moon legend by providing smoke and fireworks. A short time later, there were some nice fireworks lighting up the night sky around there. We missed the show. Oh well.
In town, the party was just starting. Everypony was dressed up in disguise and lining up for Nightmare Night games and dancing. My star-map dress wasn't really made for bobbing for apples, and although I calculated the optimum force and angle, I wasn't too good at flicking beanbag spiders into the web target. When Spike and Pinkie got back, we dragged Dash and Applejack away from the catapults and went to the Sweet Apple Acres Corn maze. Then it was back to Ponyville for more dancing and prancing until Spike had eaten all his candy and had fallen asleep. I carried him home to bed.
