Moondancer's Lecture
Nov. 11th, 2015 11:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
twilightponyI went to Canterlot today to attend Moondancer's lecture at Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns, so I was gone for most of the day and part of the evening. I caught the Friendship Express to Canterlot and arrived just before noon.
Lemon Hearts was on the platform to meet me and we walked together to the restaurant to join Minuette, Twinkleshine, Lyra Heartstrings and Moondancer for lunch. My foalhood friends were all in high spirits, except Moondancer. Her class was just a few hours away and she was all jittery and distracted, going over her flash cards and tweaking the order. I complimented her on using flash cards but I don't think she heard me. She barely touched her hay sandwich.
Lemon Hearts is glad to be back in Canterlot. No more trotting off into the frozen wilds for her. At least, not for a while. She still dreams of being buried to her ears in snow and helplessly watching shimmering snowflakes drift down from a sea of stars. She takes frequent trips to the spa to sweat in the sauna, get a massage and relax.
After lunch we split up and Moondancer and I headed to Celestia's School and the lecture hall where Moondancer would be speaking. Minuette, Twinkleshine, Lyra Heartstrings and Lemon Hearts had other obligations and since Moondancer had practiced the lecture on them more than once, they'd heard it all before. Lemon Hearts didn't look like she was really all that hot to relive that adventure again today.
We were early, and while Moondancer set up and tested the projector and counted chalk sticks and erasers, I found a seat in the back and pulled out a book to read. I was prepared for this.
Before long, students began to filter in and Moondancer left the room to go over her notes again. By the time she got back, the room was filled to capacity. She looked a bit shocked. But she had her flash cards, and reading off them, one by one, I could see that she forgot the crowd and caught the flow of her carefully planned out exposition. It was an excellent lecture. She got a stamping ovation.
After Moondancer bid farewell to the chair of cultural studies and the lecture series coordinator, we walked together to the train station. We chatted about our respective lectures and about Moondancer's paper, soon to be published in the Journal of Cultural Equinology and Magic, until the train was ready to board. Before I got on, she gave me the three other books she had borrowed from the Princesses' library in the Everfree ruins so I could return them for her. Then she went back to her books and the train whisked me back to Ponyville and mine.
Lemon Hearts was on the platform to meet me and we walked together to the restaurant to join Minuette, Twinkleshine, Lyra Heartstrings and Moondancer for lunch. My foalhood friends were all in high spirits, except Moondancer. Her class was just a few hours away and she was all jittery and distracted, going over her flash cards and tweaking the order. I complimented her on using flash cards but I don't think she heard me. She barely touched her hay sandwich.
Lemon Hearts is glad to be back in Canterlot. No more trotting off into the frozen wilds for her. At least, not for a while. She still dreams of being buried to her ears in snow and helplessly watching shimmering snowflakes drift down from a sea of stars. She takes frequent trips to the spa to sweat in the sauna, get a massage and relax.
After lunch we split up and Moondancer and I headed to Celestia's School and the lecture hall where Moondancer would be speaking. Minuette, Twinkleshine, Lyra Heartstrings and Lemon Hearts had other obligations and since Moondancer had practiced the lecture on them more than once, they'd heard it all before. Lemon Hearts didn't look like she was really all that hot to relive that adventure again today.
We were early, and while Moondancer set up and tested the projector and counted chalk sticks and erasers, I found a seat in the back and pulled out a book to read. I was prepared for this.
Before long, students began to filter in and Moondancer left the room to go over her notes again. By the time she got back, the room was filled to capacity. She looked a bit shocked. But she had her flash cards, and reading off them, one by one, I could see that she forgot the crowd and caught the flow of her carefully planned out exposition. It was an excellent lecture. She got a stamping ovation.
After Moondancer bid farewell to the chair of cultural studies and the lecture series coordinator, we walked together to the train station. We chatted about our respective lectures and about Moondancer's paper, soon to be published in the Journal of Cultural Equinology and Magic, until the train was ready to board. Before I got on, she gave me the three other books she had borrowed from the Princesses' library in the Everfree ruins so I could return them for her. Then she went back to her books and the train whisked me back to Ponyville and mine.
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Date: 2015-11-12 09:35 pm (UTC)Sorry I haven't checked in for a while. I was sick.
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Date: 2015-11-14 05:44 am (UTC)It's more of an annoyance than a serious threat, and most folks' immune systems can handle this sort of thing.
Now, we can get all kinds of horrifyingly deadly diseases that are both curable and incurable, but I'm no doctor and as such probably wouldn't be a good authority on the subject.
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Date: 2015-11-15 01:30 am (UTC)Microbes are so useful in working with other living things, helping each other to survive and grow, in friendship. But there are always a few microbes that are detrimental.