Let the Light Shine

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[Ever just had one of those days where nothing makes sense any more?]

[Princess Celestia is having one of those days. Lost and patently confused, the pony princess wanders the streets of Freesia as completely befuddled as can be. Everything needs a second look, be it the buildings, the streets, the sidewalks, or the sun.]

[The sun. Not the sun she knows. Not one she is familiar with. And not even one she can reach with magic -- because every time she tries, her horn glows with light, but nothing comes of it at all.]

[And if you're wondering if the pony is just some random animal, well -- she has a little earbud clipped to one ear, the sort you'd expect to see on a normal person with a communicator. So there's that.]

...Where am I?

Comments

[unriddling]

It--[He reflexively takes a step forward, pauses for a split second as he registers and struggles with a few thoughts (she could probably put him in a lot of pain with a kick or a wingbeat; he doesn't really need to be touchy, he's in control enough and doesn't need to demean her) and then continues, just so they're properly face to face.] --it can be controlled with thought. It covers your ear and can show a screen for something like mail. Text and speech and video. [His voice is a bit like what one would hear at a lecture hall presentation. He gestures towards his head and demonstrates text with his own.]

how does dragonfire transmit anything?

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Oh, that is remarkable -- [She starts as the screen abruptly deploys in response to her mental energy, though not so much as to put him in any danger at all.]

[His question is there, and she reads it with a bit of difficulty for this new method of study before she focuses her eyes back on him.]

My student, Twilight Sparkle, had a baby dragon for an assistant, so we worked out a system of magic scrolls that he could send to me with his flame, and I could send back through it.

[unriddling]

...These seem more reliable than that sounds. [He looks a tad skeptical for a moment, but...really. He rolls with it, at least for now. Everything is strange now, he knows he'll figure it all out eventually when he feels like it.]

Student? Were you grooming an heir to take your place?

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Not to take my place... well, perhaps someday, but that is a complicated question. At the core, though, she had immense ability, a gift for magic that needed to be nurtured and cherished, so that she could unlock her own true potential.

it's amazing how well celestia manages to hit his weak points

[unriddling]

[That...certainly is an answer. One that hits him surprisingly hard, in fact. Substitute magic for intelligence, and--well. Edward is rather envious of that student.]

[Riddler straightens his expression swiftly. That doesn't matter.]

Princess, teacher, is there anything you can't do? [His tone was neutral again.]

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A great many things. [Celestia shuts her eyes briefly. Countless years of rule mean countless mistakes and failures, and though she had done her best at all times -- better than anypony else could have done -- they still all rankle and grate, the more so for their number.] But everypony has their own talent.

[unriddling]

Mmm. This city will surely be a learning experience. [Strangely uncomfortable, Riddler turns slightly to glance back towards the door. He can't quite recall what he'd been heading out to do in the first place.]

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That is the truest thing I have heard all day.

[Celestia laughs, a sincere if still reserved sound, though she does catch his glance backwards.]

Oh, I'm sorry, am I keeping you from something?

[unriddling]

...Somewhat. [It's not strictly a lie. This conversation has thrown him off balance more than he enjoys.]

[He waves a hand vaguely toward the street.] I have no need to further delay your explorations of the city.

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This conversation was far more helpful than my exploration had been, but in turn, I won't keep you any further. Thank you very much for your help.

[Sincere, genuine, and truly grateful. Probably not adjectives he's particularly used to describing people he's interacted with.]

[unriddling]

[Not at all. It may show on his face.]

[...And in the fact he just nods and awkwardly slips back into the apartment rather than continuing their conversation or saying 'you're welcome'.]