[ANON IN EQUESTRIA] Luna's Anonymous - Part IV

>27th April.
>Greetings, diary.
>Today I read the first of Celestia's novellas on the topic of romance.
>'Hearts for love'.
>A part of me regrets it.
>The tale began drearily, the stallion - Fiery Passion - fell in love with an aristocrat by the name "Glass Slipper".
>Personally, I lament the days of old where ponies would have names that carried more weight.
>Skull Breaker. Hoof Crush. Malevolence.
>Those were the days.
>To be honest with you, those were also the days of the Equestrian civil wars.
>Violent decade. Lots of "hardcore" name changes.
>So the story progressed in the most predictable fashion possible.
>Passion meets Slipper by chance, they share a long look, then form a "forbidden" relationship because he is the son of a blacksmith and she the daughter of a noble.
>At this point of the book I was bored. I had to flip through several pages of drawn out heartfelt speeches and metaphors comparing Slipper's eyes to large bodies of water.
>How can ponies like this drivel?
>Furthermore, why does Celestia have an entire collection dedicated to it?
>Another one of her glaring flaws, it seems.
>I confronted her about it.
>I proclaimed that her book was terrible and that she should feel bad for enjoying such an unrealistic fantasy.
>When I have fantasies, I always ground them in reality.
>I would not "climb the vineyard walls to her sanctuary then make passionate love". I would march through the front gates and demand her father to allow me his daughter's hoof.
>Mares enjoy stallions that have inner strength. Not stallions that will break down and cry at the first hint of danger.
>Anonymous doesn't cry. The first thing he said to me when he woke up following the timberwolf attack was "I got more wood than I bargained for".
>Tomorrow I shall read the next book I borrowed.
>'50 shades of neigh'.
>How abstract.
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna



>28th April.
>Greetings, diary.
>49 pages into the new book I hurled it out of my bedroom window.
>I think it hit a guard on the head on the way down.
>Celestia seized up with laughter as I berated her for harbouring such vile works of fiction.
>I stomped the ground with my hoof so hard I broke a floor tile.
>Thankfully, that got the message across and she stopped.
>Never be afraid to assert yourself, diary.
>Even Celestia has learnt to respect my anger.
>She told me to return her book, as it was one of her favourites.
>I tried searching at the bottom of my bedroom window, but I could not find it.
>Perhaps the guard had already returned it before I could get the chance.
>This next book looks far more promising than the previous two.
>'Attracting a mate for dummies'.
>I do not appreciate being insulted in such a manner, but I can appreciate the straightforwardness of the title. I shall give this book a chance.
>With luck, it shall provide me with the information I require in order to obtain Anonymous as my own.
>Hopefully without having to resort to "climbing vineyards" or "ramming my pulsating member deep into his love tunnel."
>(Member of what? Where -is- the love tunnel?)
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna



>29th April.
>Greetings, diary.
>Current mood: Solemn.
>This new book is strange. I am not sure I like it either.
>The ongoing trend of these titles seems to be that the apex of a relationship occurs with sexual intercourse.
>Is this truly what I have missed?
>Does this explain Anonymous' behaviour? And Celestia's? And the guards?
>I must say that I am somewhat at a loss.
>Perhaps even slightly ashamed.
>As I sit here on my pillow by candlelight, all I can think of is what others might think of me.
>All this time I have been searching for a sort of partner, and I have found that in Anonymous.
>But now that it is clear that he expects other things from me, I do not know what to do.
>Do I simply let him indulge in my body?
>The thought is unnerving.
>Do ponies laugh behind my back?
>Am I really so oblivious?
>Looking through past notes, I seem to have been blissfully unaware of the signs.
>What a fool, I am.
>What am I to do, diary?
>I was content to talk with Anonymous. Perhaps even hug him some more.
>But if these books, and the reactions of those close to me have taught me anything, it is that it is expected of me to lie with my partner.
>Do I have to?
>Truthfully, I have never done so in the past.
>The idea uneases me.
>Is that due to inexperience? Or am I simply broken?
>Am I a broken mare, diary?
>Am I an unfit role-model for my people?
>These are questions I dare not ask anyone other than you or myself.
>I want to be happy, diary.
>But it seems the road to happiness is riddled with obstacles.
>Obstacles such as "members" and "love tunnels".
>Whatever those are.
>Are they euphemisms?
>I cannot believe I have been such a fool.
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.



>30th April.
>Greetings, diary.
>It is early morning. I only slept for 2 hours.
>Enough to keep me going. I require little sleep.
>The thoughts of Anonymous and the future of our relationship plague me.
>Can it even be called a relationship?
>I would be willing to consent, but would Anonymous?
>His actions on the morning after my birthday seemed to speak volumes.
>It is clear to me now what he desires.
>Or am I over-thinking this matter entirely?
>Such confusing, unwanted thoughts.
>Anonymous does not desire me in such a way, does he?
>I ask myself this question constantly, and unless I restrain myself, I fear I might start asking you in the same manner.
>He has never shown any sort of deeper feelings towards me.
>If anything, I am the one who harbours the stronger feelings for him.
>I am not used to such feelings or emotions.
>If I must confess, I rather despise them.
>Sister always said I was the more 'headstrong' of our pair (her and I, that is).
>And I suppose I have a habit of being overly blunt with what I want to say or what I feel.
>But that is who I am.
>Must I change who I am to fit the mould that society has deemed as acceptable?
>If happiness in the arms of the one I love is what I desire, must I shed this old skin of warmongering and ancient tradition to satisfy him?
>The books cannot be wrong, not all of them, surely.
>I have such little experience that I cannot help but be inclined to trust them.
>Unless I ask sister.
>Though I get the feeling she will simply laugh at me.
>Why must this love be so unforgivably complex?
>I think I shall consult my books once more for a solution.
>I wonder if Twilight Sparkle had these thoughts regarding Anonymous?
>How peculiar, I just developed a headache.
>Perhaps I need rest.
>2 hours must not have been enough.
>After that, I think I shall exercise to take my mind off things.
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.



>1st May.
>Greetings, diary.
>I feel no better today than I did the day before.
>Celestia has noticed my sombre mood, and queried me in the dining hall.
>Not wanting to drag her into my problems, and to spare myself from her mocking tones, I told her that I was fine.
>I do not enjoy lying to her, but this is something I must face alone.
>She seemed troubled by my response, and for a moment I feared she might have realised that I had lied.
>But she said nothing, and continued to eat without a word.
>Did she know?
>I can't say for sure.
>Her face is a fortress, and her mind unfathomable.
>And her poetry -still- influential.
>Though I find that I do not mind it so much these days.
>It is a pleasant thing, being able to compose one's thoughts with more eloquence than normal.
>I wonder how much my writings have changed since I first began?
>Still, I must think.
>I am considering another trip away from Canterlot.
>The trip to the griffin kingdoms was ever so enjoyable.
>I remember the king telling me that I was always welcome there as we lay together being tended to by hospital staff.
>Yes. I think a short trip is in order.
>I shall make the necessary preparations, then leave.
>Until then, I shall not update you, diary.
>I shall return.
>When, I am not sure. But you have my word.
>Surely it is an omen of oncoming madness when one resigns to making promises to a book.
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.



>4th June.
>Greetings, diary.
>Once more I return.
>I feel somewhat refreshed, and have assisted in strengthening relations between Equestria and The Empire.
>Many brawls were fought, and there was even a fatality. But given the customs of the griffins, this was seen as a great honour.
>I regret having accused them of past mischief.
>Celestia was proud. She hugged me.
>Though I am not sure what spurred me, I clung to my sister for longer than she or I expected.
>Sister did not voice her concerns, however. I think she was just content to embrace me.
>She held me for a while, and did not breath a word.
>Despite our history, I love her so very much.
>She is understanding, even if I do suspect her of tomfoolery at times.
>Perhaps I -should- share my troubles with her regarding Anonymous.
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.



>5th June.
>Greetings, diary.
>It had not crossed my mind yesterday, but I decided to check with Celestia to see if I had received any letters.
>To my surprise, she gave me two.
>The first is a formal invitation from the mayor of Ponyville.
>Another celebration is on the horizon, it seems. The summer sun celebration. And given my sudden appearance at their latest winter wrap up, they must want me to return.
>Celestia will be unable to attend due to staying in Canterlot, but I would be more than happy to visit the town once more.
>It has grown on me somewhat.
>Maybe it is because of its rustic nature.
>It would also be nice to meet with Anonymous again.
>I had a lot of time to think about him while away.
>The initial dilemma that I had uncovered regarding relationships in general faded after roughly 2 weeks.
>I found myself becoming more and more open to the idea of sharing myself with Anonymous.
>One night in particular, I raised the moon from a balcony in the king's palace and watched it for an hour.
>Anonymous circled my mind.
>I remembered every hug and every word we had shared.
>I have only positive memories with Anonymous. Even the moments of him shouting at me all those months ago in the interrogation room are accompanied by a sense of wonder and nostalgia.

>His touch is a rare treat, and I savour every moment I am with him.
>Yet the nature of his existence drags me back constantly.
>He is not the same species as I. He is not the same as anything from this world. Even the apes.
>Royal relationships are something that sparks an unnatural amount of controversy.
>Celestia has taken to avoiding consorts altogether, though I am sure she used to partake in them when times were simpler.
>But it has never troubled me, since I do not do anything worthy of public attention.
>For once, I am glad to be out of the limelight.
>Constant media publicity and the idea of ponies harassing me for my thoughts and opinions every day is something I feel that I would not be able to do.
>Once more, sister astounds me with her willpower.
>I cannot imagine how she does it. These recent months have made me appreciate her so much more.
>A shame that neither she nor I can remember her birthday. I would get her a gift.
>Perhaps a sunflower. I know that those exist.
>She's a very old pony, after all. And has better things to worry about than birthdays and flora.
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.



>6th June.
>Greetings, diary.
>I have accepted the invitation to the Ponyville summer sun celebration. It takes place on the 20th of June.
>To my annoyance, I have realised that I did not show you the second letter I received yesterday.
>My memory is intent on betraying me at every turn, it seems.
>It is from Anonymous, as I guessed.
>"Heya, Luna."
>It is refreshing to read those words again.
>"So there's this celebration in Ponyville. I was hoping that you might want to come and spend time with me if you're not too busy. -Anonymous."
>Meeting him again still sounds like a wonderful remedy to my current situation, as I am sure I have mentioned in another entry.
>With luck, I shall be able to abolish these confusing thoughts.
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.



>7th June.
>Greetings, diary.
>A letter has been sent to Anonymous confirming my acceptance of the invitation.
>I do not feel it necessary to share it with you. It feels redundant.
>Now I await for the 20th to arrive.
>13 days of monotony.
>I suppose I shall go and lift up the garrison again.
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.



>8th June.
>Greetings, diary.
>My initial plans to embrace boredom whilst I wait for the summer sun celebration appear to have been dashed.
>By Celestia, no less.
>She approached me today during one of my secret raids on the castle kitchens.
>How she knew I would be there escapes me.
>But rather than scold me, she asked me to follow her.
>I did so, but she was silent.
>So silent. I shall admit that I was slightly worried that I had done something to upset her.
>Sister's fury towers above mine.
>We sat in her chambers, both on her bed.
>(Her bed was huge. I need to get one that large of my own.)
>She confronted me about Anonymous.
>I was shocked at how much she knew.
>Celestia revealed that she had been watching the growing relationship between Anonymous and I closely.
>I wasn't sure if I should have been angry or not at her spying.
>I feel like I should. I shall get angry later on. Possibly while court is in session.
>Sister was worried for me. She told me that she almost asked me what ailed me, but I left for the griffin lands before she could.
>Our conversation covered every detail of what had gone on between Anonymous and I.
>I told her everything. My initial feelings for him. My brash actions following his timberwolf incident. And finally the night of my birthday.
>She confessed that she thought something might have happened sooner between us, but I told her of my past relationships.
>I think she understood well.

>I have misjudged her.
>All I want is to call Anonymous my own. And for him to call me his.
>Celestia warned me of the public. Though Ponyville might be accepting of Anonymous, as well as the majority of the castle guards (who had been exposed to Anonymous a great deal over the course of his stay), other cities, especially Canterlot, might not be so open-minded.
>She smiled when I told her that I didn't care what the public thought. In darker times I craved their attention and regarded it above all things.
>But those days have long since passed. And Anonymous is now the object of my affection.
>Celestia said that she admired my devotion to him, even being willing to run off to be by his side.
>(She never did forgive me for that).
>But it appears as though I have been monumentally foolish as to deny Celestia the chance to assist me.
>She has urged me to attend the summer sun celebration in Ponyville, and to talk to Anonymous about our future.
>I am also to "take things at my own pace".
>Though patience has never been my strongest virtue.
>It will take great effort to prevent myself from hurling myself at Anonymous.
>To do so would be very unbecoming.
>It has been a long day, diary.
>I must retire, and think on matters.
>Farewell.
> -Luna.



>9th June.
>Greetings, diary.
>While I was performing my daily flight training, I got a visit from that most damnable of creatures - Discord.
>Much to my chagrin, he began telling me about his recent adventure (I only picked up a few words such as "pony" and "slither") and despite my best efforts to lose him in the clouds, he simply turned them into cotton candy.
>There are still bits of pink dotted around my mane.
>It looks ridiculous.
>Before he took his leave, he left me with the words "Good luck with the chimpanzee".
>If that sin against nature lays a claw on Anonymous, I shall not rest until he is but ashes on the wind.
>Though I doubt he would hurt Anonymous.
>Discord was never violent. Chaotic, and irritating beyond measure, but never violent.
>That does not mean I would rule out the option to eradicate him given the chance.
>(Also found a chimpanzee in the dining hall. But I know what Discord was really implying.)
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.



>10th June.
>Greetings, diary.
>Celestia had to leave for Ponyville regarding an accident with Twilight Sparkle.
>She did not say what it was, only that it demanded her immediate attention.
>I was worried the moment she said "Ponyville". And "Twilight Sparkle" only made that worse.
>Despite my concerns, I was forced to watch over the court for the rest of the day.
>I did not argue with sister. I owed her much.
>Court was as I expected.
>3 hours of angry ponies shouting at each other over things I did not care about.
>I got bored half way through so I threw a chair at one of the more volatile ponies, then blamed it on a unicorn on the opposing party.
>The resulting carnage was of great enjoyment, and I leapt into the fray without a second thought to engage in the 'entertainment'.
>Despite the amount of screaming and medical bills, court actually passed and postponed more decisions than any before.
>Perhaps all courts should be so violent. The aftermath of a battle seems to make ponies somewhat mellow and more open to ideas.
>Some part of me thinks that Anonymous would appreciate my style of problem solving.
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.



>11th June.
>Greetings, diary.
>Apparently Twilight Sparkle had turned one of her comrades, a fellow element bearer, into a large carnivorous snake, and could not reverse the spell since the snake devoured her spellbook.
>I cannot imagine how such a thing could even be considered an accident.
>But Celestia was on hoof to reverse the spell and remove all the ponies the snake had swallowed from its stomach.
>I asked sister if Anonymous was unharmed.
>She said that he had charged into the maw of the beast to rescue one of the ponies, but was otherwise fine.
>That human will be his own undoing. I shall give him a stern talking to on the dangers of battling giant snakes on the 20th.
>I will not have him being so reckless.
>It appears as though I am becoming a hypocrite. Only yesterday I was using another pony as a morningstar.
>Is Anonymous not allowed to get into trouble or get hurt?
>No he is not. I shall keep him under lock and key if I have to. None shall harm my Anonymous.
>He is too precious to me.
>(Get a hold of yourself, Luna).
>The rest of the day was uneventful. Though a guard did fall into the moat.
>I laughed.
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.



>12th June.
>Greetings, diary.
>The guards of Canterlot castle are a most enthralling group of stallions.
>They are sworn to dress up in heavy plate armour, parade around with razor sharp weapons, and fight the occasional war or two.
>Yet the barracks is a rich source of entertainment.
>I was passing it on one of my routine castle laps when I heard a most thunderous bout of laughter.
>Curious, I flew up to the high wall and peered in through an open window.
>The guards have a very strange yet compelling way of relaxation.
>They berate and insult each other, get into brawls and then whip each other on the backside with wet towels.
>Such a colourful bunch.
>Almost like a family.
>Funny to think they are also in charge of keeping Celestia and I safe.
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.



>13th June.
>Greetings, diary.
>Today the castle was visited by a rare and rather enchanting beast.
>A deer from beyond the Highrise Mountains.
>She was sent as an ambassador for her people.
>Celestia was overjoyed.
>The deer is a strange, but beautiful being.
>They are a non-magical race, yet have the unusual ability to bend plants and nature to their will.
>According to explorer reports, their home cities are shrouded in impenetrable fog, and investigators will always end up back where they began should they enter it.
>Such a mysterious people. Even Celestia does not know much about them, since they are so secretive.
>I should like to visit them one day.
>Though I do not think I made a good impression on her.
>She had a habit of appearing at one's side without making any noise, and when she uttered a greeting from my side, I screamed and hit her in the face.
>Celestia was not amused.
>I am not allowed near the kitchens for a while.
>Celestia cannot order me about.
>She is not mother.
>She does not rule over me.
>I would never actually tell her that though.
>I already miss my moon pies.
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.



>14th June.
>Greetings, diary.
>Today I received a letter from Anonymous.
>It was an in-depth report on the internal workings of a giant snake.
>As intriguing as it was, I am not sure how to respond to it.
>Or if I should even transcribe it here.
>He spared no details.
>I shall send him a letter back asking him not to land himself in the stomachs of any more giant snakes.
>Thinking about dangerous animals, I never did get that Northern Nightreaver Vampire Bat.
>I know what I am doing tomorrow.
>Farewell, dairy.
> -Luna.



>15th June.
>Greetings, diary.
>I am currently sat on a mountain peak, waiting for nightfall.
>It was a whole day of flying, but I think it will have been worth it.
>The air is chilling, as is the case with anything near the northern borders.
>If memory serves, it is around this time that the bats emerge.
>Celestia is going to be livid.
>It will be wonderful.
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.



>16th June.
>Greetings, diary.
>I was thrilled to see that my old beast-mastering instincts have not been dampened by the passage of time.
>The bat I chose was the largest and most vicious looking creature in the colony.
>I have named him Filtz.
>Filtz the Northern Nightreaver Vampire Bat.
>Despite the fearsome name, they actually feed on fruit! (And small animals like rabbits and dogs).
>I have concealed him for now, and he seems very content to flutter about my chambers.
>It seems as though he feels at home amongst the dark corners and crevices of the room.
>Seeing him this happy pleases me. I pray that he lasts longer than my previous companion - Ramses.
>Celestia told me that a sheep would make a poor pet.
>I wish she hadn't have been right.
>He gave his life to protect me from a dragon.
>His woolly coat and abilities to act as a pillow shall forever be remembered.
>(Things haven't been the same since sheep acquired the knowledge to talk).
>Fun awaits me tomorrow!
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.



>17th June.
>Greetings, diary.
>Today shall be remembered in the halls of legend.
>Celestia, perched upon her chair overlooking the court, was not prepared for the sheer terror of Filtz.
>He landed on her back and began to nibble her ear, enjoying himself quite a bit. (I was watching from an open window outside).
>Celestia must have thought that it was Philomena (her phoenix) before she turned her head.
>That scream is something I shall never forget.
>The sight of my sister, so regal and powerful beyond measure, galloping around the room screaming in horror and frantically ordering the guards to "destroy" Filtz while the bat in question innocently flew after her to nibble some more is now the highlight of my month.
>Diary, whatever my previous mood, it has been alleviated today.
>Filtz has proved himself a valuable member of the Lunar Guard.
>Celestia has spent the rest of the day in her room drinking hot chocolate and whimpering.
>I said that it would be her downfall, did I not?
>Days such as this are rare, diary.
>In this grand, confusing game of life, it is a point to cherish the good times when they arrive.
>And today has indeed been -very- good.
>Farewell, diary.
> ~Luna.



>18th June.
>Greetings, diary.
>Filtz was surely destined to be by my side, as he has taken to joining me on my morning runs.
>A loyal and stalwart companion indeed.
>Today I read a news article about a popular musician.
>It was nothing but superlatives with no substance.
>Should I ever write an article, it would be about my experiences in the swamps of West Hooftree.
>If I recall, it is about this time of year that hydras spawn and begin rampaging about in juvenile rage.
>There is a small town in the middle of those swamps that refuses to relocate, despite the dire circumstances that plague them at this time of year.
>Some of the best guards in the garrison come from that town.
>My point is that I should find a way to trick a tabloid writer into wandering near a spawning pit.
>That should make for a fascinating read.
>It has been a slow day indeed if I am resorting to writing out psychotic fantasies.
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.



>19th June.
>Greetings, diary.
>Celestia attempted to liquefy Filtz today.
>I had to conceal him under a blanket and stuff him beneath my bed.
>Luckily, Celestia did not find him.
>I feigned innocence on the matter, stating that it is perfectly natural for an indigenous species of the northern ice peaks to find it's way here to Canterlot and land on her back during court..
>She asked me how I knew he had landed on her back. And that it was during court.
>The important part is that she did not find Filtz. Even if my backside is now rather sore.
>The summer sun celebration is tomorrow!
>Anonymous had better be prepared, for I shall show no quarter when I unleash a barrage of pressing questions and royal doctrine.
>I actually cannot imagine myself doing that to him.
>Damnable human. Why must he captivate me so?
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.



>20th June. (Summer sun celebration!)
>Greetings, diary.
>I awake in high spirits. The plan is to arrive in Ponyville within the next 2 hours, so I shall finish this entry and rush to get something to eat.
>Celestia said I cannot raid the kitchens, but she is still asleep. While I have a schedule and an empty stomach.
>I hope that Anonymous will not still be asleep by the time I get to Ponyville. 3 in the morning is a normal time to wake, is it not?
>Should he still be resting, I shall rouse him from his slumber.
>It is a shame that I cannot enter his dreams.
>I wonder what he dreams about.
>I wonder what Twilight dreams about.
>There's that headache again.
>Write later, I must go.
>Farewell for now, diary.
> -Luna.

>Greetings, diary.
>I might have overestimated when Anonymous wakes up.
>Ponyville was playing host to a few late night celebrations when I flew overhead. Anonymous was not among them, however.
>I let myself into his house.
>He wouldn't mind, would he?
>Technically it is my house. I bought it.
>I am sat next to his bed, writing this.
>He looks rather endearing whilst snoring ever so lightly.
>He is stirring, will update later when I have the time.
> -Luna.

>Greetings, diary.
>He did not appreciate me "breaking" into his home, but was courteous nonetheless.
>I was not even called a faggot.
>Seeing him moving around and grumbling as he makes his early morning breakfast makes my heart flutter.
>He keeps looking over his shoulder and eyeing my diary.
>Perhaps he is perturbed by my writing?
>I suppose I would find it disrespectful if he was writing while I was talking.
>I just can't seem to find the words to say at the mome.//..--~

>He tried to swipe you from my hooves.
>I shall keep you safe from now on and only write when necessary.
> -Luna.



>20th June.
>Greetings, diary.
>I has been a long day indeed.
>Fitting, since this was the longest day of the year.
>Anonymous and I fought for the first time.
>He was intent on reading the contents of you.
>I stopped him in his tracks, but he did not give up easily.
>"What are you writing? I just want to see!"
>Well, I was not putting up with such intrusive questions.
>So I sent him flying into the next room with shockwave, the same way I did in the interrogation room.
>He did not react the same way as he did then and counter-attacked by throwing a chair at me.
>I caught it with my magic before it hit me, but my clever Anonymous must have seen that coming, because he physically tackled me to the floor while I was occupied.
>If I must admit, it was one of the most exhilarating things I have done in recent months.
>The fight in the courtroom was bigger in scale, but fighting Anonymous in a sort of 'duel for my diary' had a much larger impact on me.
>I found myself laughing with glee as he chased me around his house.
>Not since my bout with Celestia have I felt such an adrenaline rush.
>I hope to do this more often.
>Naturally, my training was put to good use and I won in the end.
>Anonymous used my side as a pillow as he lay panting on his living room floor.
>As I write this down, I find myself grinning. Feeling his head buried in my coat following an early morning brawl was ever so romantic.
>I could not have asked for a more fantastic way to start the day.
>The day itself was wonderful.
>Anonymous was by my side all throughout, and Twilight Sparkle seemed to keep her distance.
>We talked, and laughed, and I met the pony that had been transformed into a snake.
>Fluttershy.
>The poor pony looked rather shell-shocked.
>Still, the town was bustling with activity, and I found myself growing more comfortable by the minute.
>One very amusing moment happened when we were confronted by Rarity.

>(Rarity is one of the bearers of the elements and one of Anonymous' friends.)
>According to Anonymous, upon hearing about the details of my birthday, Rarity was utterly horrified.
>She then, as evidenced by a large bruise on Anonymous' leg, assaulted him with a rolling pin.
>The pony in question apologised profusely to me for Anonymous' actions and begged that I forgave him.
>I was not sure what he was to apologise for, but it opened a -very- enlightening route for conversation.
>Anonymous was devastated that I slept on the floor, and was worried that he had offended me by occupying my bed.
>Rarity was livid that he would treat a princess in such a way, and Anonymous was too scared to write me a letter apologising for his actions.
>To be completely honest, I thought the look he gave me that morning was one of missed opportunity, not dread.
>Thinking back on it, it is rather humorous.
>This entire misunderstanding had caused me so much inner turmoil, but in the end it was merely nothing.
>I am glad that Anonymous does not see me in such a way.
>He was much quieter than normal today.
>I was forced to take the lead in our talks, and he seemed content to simply watch me talk with attentive eyes and a calm expression.
>Being listened to is quite lovely. Especially by someone you care for.
>The rest of the day was spent sampling food, enjoying the celebrations and stealing glances at each other.
>That is, I looked at Anonymous as I normally would.
>He was stealing glances at me all day, and quickly looking away as if trying to hide something.
>But he still seemed to enjoy himself greatly, and was sorrowful when I had to return to the castle.
>His final request before I went was that I would stay in contact.
>And also that I should give him my diary.
>I hit him for that.
>He didn't care, and we hugged.
>Such a wonderful feeling.
>(3 minutes 4 seconds.)
>Today has been perfect.
>Current mood: Elated.
>Farewell, diary.
> ~Luna.



>21st June.
>Greetings, diary.
>I have been thinking about yesterday (of course) and I have come to a conclusion regarding my feelings about Anonymous.
>I would not mind spending every day around him.
>A simple realisation, but important.
>Celestia told me that the perfect partner is someone you can see each and every day without fail and still smile at the thought of.
>A partner who brings joy to your thoughts and warms your heart.
>Someone who inspires security when all else seems grim.
>And I think Anonymous embodies those qualities.
>He shares many interests with me. Stargazing. Reading. Random acts of violence.
>My thoughts are occupied by him daily, and yet I find that I don't reject them.
>Rather, I embrace the notion of him integrating into my life.
>And so I have concocted a plan.
>Celestia mentioned that ponies who are in love will meet outside of celebrations, on ordinary days such as this and enjoy each others company.
>Therefore, I see no reason why I should not propose such an idea to Anonymous.
>I have already drawn up a letter explaining my plan in a clear and well thought out manner.
>"Dear Anonymous."
>(I feel we are on such terms now).
>"We should eat food together. Please accept. - Princess Luna."
>The plan is to meet him in a public setting, perhaps Ponyville. Then eat at a restaurant.
>Consuming food in each other's presence shall advance our relationship further.
>How, exactly, I am not sure. Celestia did not provide adequate information. But I shall take her advice and hope for the best.
>At worst, the meal shall be a total catastrophe and ponies will die.
>At best, I get to hug Anonymous. Perhaps even kiss him.
>(I have been practising in a mirror today. Though I think a maid might have caught me.).
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.



>22nd June.
>Greetings, diary.
>Anonymous was prompt with his response.
>"Sounds like a great idea, should we meet at my place or Canterlot?"
>I am used to his manner of speaking by now. And I know that by 'his place' he refers to Ponyville. But he seems open to the notion of eating in Canterlot.
>It has been over a month since he was last here.
>Are the citizens of Canterlot prepared for him?
>His initial arrival was met with great fear and hostility. I do not want them to feel afraid.
>Anonymous is kind, and gentle.
>He is not deserving of hatred.
>Bringing him to Canterlot and exposing the public to his pleasant nature is surely the way forward!
>That way, I can enjoy his company, and Canterlot can become more comfortable with him being amongst them.
>A sound plan, if I do say so.
>I shall invite him to the city, where we can partake in food from a highly rated restaurant.
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.



>23nd June.
>Greetings, diary.
>I have sent a letter in response to Anonymous asking him to come to Canterlot.
>It shall happen on the 25th of June. So I have a day to prepare for him.
>I have had an aide compile a list of potential restaurants for us to visit.
>Only the best shall be chosen for Anonymous.
>All I hope for is that he enjoys himself.
>And maybe gives me a kiss.
>I would like that.
>Very much.
>I have taken to locking my chambers when practising.
>Such actions are normal, no? Would you not prepare for a battle by sparring with soldiers and honing your magic?
>Why should I not hone my skills as the greatest kisser in Equestria?
>I have found that thanks to my Alicorn biology, I can hold my breath for 8 minutes and 23 seconds.
>Surely this shall be long enough for the kissing to take place.
>Yes, I shall dazzle him with my ways.
>Perhaps I should recruit Celestia to assist me in this matter.
>She is always willing to help me.
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.



>24th June.
>Greetings, diary.
>I requested that Celestia passionately kiss me on the lips today while she was partaking in drinks and biscuits.
>She sprayed tea all over me.
>The answer was also "No".
>Followed by "Don't ever ask me that again".
>When asked why that was her answer, she replied that she had not indulged in those sorts of fantasies for centuries.
>The implications are disturbing to say the least.
>I shall not ask her again.
>Regardless, I feel that I am ready for Anonymous when he arrives tomorrow.
>I am feeling rather energetic, perhaps I shall take Filtz out for a run.
>He has rather taken to being out in the sunlight, as well as the moon.
>Such a faithful companion.
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.



>25th June.
>Greetings, diary.
>Today has been the wor..///--
>Today has been ter//--..
>Current mood: Furious beyond measure.
>Even now as I try to put quill to paper, I find that I am putting so much magical strain on my quills that I am snapping them under pressure.
>The evening with Anonymous was nothing short of a complete and utter failure.
>We met at the train station, as we did before. I decided that perhaps an escort was not necessary this time.
>When he walked off that train, my heart leapt.
>Rarity had put together the most fantastic looking suit. It fit him perfectly.
>That was the highlight of our evening together.
>The moment he and I began to stroll to the first restaurant the whispers began.
>Alicorns have an acute sense of hearing. Not so powerful that we can hear through solid walls, but we tend to hear everything going on in a room.
>Everything.
>Our walk to the restaurant was plagued with background chatter of a most vile sort.
>Whispers all around me.
>Anonymous could not hear them, but the look on his face told me that he knew what was occurring.
>The public uttered dark things amongst themselves.
>Cowards. All of the///-..
>Cowards. All of them.
>Once we arrived, the owner of the restaurant was uneasy, and scared to let us in.
>One glare from me was enough to convince him otherwise.
>Anonymous ordered his food, and I ordered mine.
>The other patrons around us.
>How they whispered.
>They insulted my love. They insulted me.
>Everything about us they muttered amongst themselves, trying to remain civil and smiling on the surface.
>I heard them, though.
>The things they said were like wasps in my ears.
>Always there. Unremitting.
>Anonymous tried to talk, and he forced a smile.
>The entire experience was toxic. It took every ounce of my willpower not to unleash my fury.
>The meal itself was satisfactory.
>We left the moment it was over. The owner did not approach me for payment.
>Not that he deserved any.

>The walk back the castle was very much the same.
>Why do they reject him so?
>How can they be so close-minded?
>Ponyvillians are different, they laughed and smiled around him.
>Canterlites. They are scum.
>The lowest form of scu//..- SCUM.
>They sit upon their ivory towers, glaring down at those who dare to be different.
>The social circles treat any who would dare to exist outside their norms as pariahs.
>Disgusting filth.
>I could have crushed them, diary.
>How I wanted to unleash my rage and reduce that entire building to nothing but rubble.
>I have not felt rage this pure in -very- long time.
>I had hoped never to feel such anger again.
>And yet here I am. With broken quills scattered on my stone floor and my entire body trembling.
>The change in atmosphere was instant the moment we passed through the castle gates.
>Friendly guards replaced the vile civilians.
>One even greeted Anonymous with a smile and a nod.
>I did not see Celestia on my way up to my chambers.
>Anonymous was silent.
>I fear that he felt he was responsible for what had transpired this evening.
>Of course he wasn't.
>None of it was.
>The disgusting mentality of this city is to blame.
>And granted my own wishes, I would slaughter those that dared to speak ill of my love.
>I feel tired, diary.
>Writing this down has calmed me somewhat.
>Anonymous is lying in my bed, asleep.
>He is still in his suit.
>I shall not leave him alone, however.
>My bed may be small, perhaps even too small to accommodate the pair of us.
>But I will simply hold him closer.
>I shall lie with him tonight.
>His presence reassures me.
>I tried so hard not to care, dairy. But it was not the same as my birthday.
>The things they said when they thought I was out of earshot and without escort.
>It was too much. I thought I could handle it.
>I must go now.
>Anonymous needs me.
>And I need him.
>Farewell, diary.
> -Luna.


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