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- >The next few days were a complete whirlwind of activity
- >Between the questions, Celestia fabricating new sets of clothes based off of your PJs, installing a bathroom for you, and adding some furniture for your clothes and the new room, it's been hectic
- >But you've managed to get your life down to a pretty reasonable schedule
- >Wake up, read, eat breakfast, read, eat lunch, read, eat dinner, talk with Celestia, sleep
- >A very boring life by any other standards, but the tomes of knowledge supplied are giving you adequate entertainment
- >Plus, the maid pony who brings you your meals is pretty nice. A blue and and green unicorn, Featherduster
- >She looks a lot like Allie Way, being all tall and thin like she is
- >Doesn't talk much, but she's always happy to see you and enjoys her work
- >You sit now on your bed, yawning a bit and looking out the window
- >Celestia has been the most gracious of hosts, and you've done your best to answer her questions
- >You've tried to cull your misanthropic notions about humanity, and represent them as best you could, telling her as many details as possible
- >She was somewhat surprised and possibly offended when she found out you were an omnivore, but relaxed when you told her you would never think of eating a sapient species
- >It would be akin to cannibalism in your eyes
- >She relaxed after that, thankfully
- >You look up and spy your desk, a stack of books on one side
- >They are the ones you've completed, and they are quite voluminous texts
- >And. ..strangely enough, you can recall the data within almost perfectly
- >It's strange, really. You never had such a good memory until now.
- >You've brought it up with Celestia, asking her if she's putting something in the food, but she assures you that there's nothing in it
- >She suggested maybe your improved diet had a hoof. . .er, hand, in it
- >It's still very strange
- >The lamp is also running low on oil
- >You'll need to ask Featherduster for some more
- >You then look to your 'Fourth Wall', as you've named it
- >The wall that stands between you and Canterlot proper
- >You've managed to stack up the table and the chair to peer out of it, and you seem to be in a room that's at ground level, somewhere in the Gardens, perhaps
- >There's no real landmarks you use to pinpoint your location
- >You've tried to fit through the window, and sadly, you cannot
- >You sigh, half expecting Pinkie to appear in the window sill at any moment, knowing her ability to break fourth walls
- >Sadly, her power is restricted to Ponyville
- >You muse if this is a blessing or a curse, knowing that Pinkie is pretty much a ball of cocaine powered cotton candy
- >You chuckle at your joke, and look to your bookshelf
- >It is your one escape from this room, a portal to worlds beyond the stone walls
- >The novels within are a lot like human novels, but have pony counterparts, like Dr. Livingstem.
- >Your mind is able to perfectly paint the pictures from the words within the books, down to the very sounds the character would hear
- >You wonder if your mind will eventually evolve to feel the things the character does as well
- >That would probably be unfortunate for you
- >You'll have to avoid stories in which the main character dies, if that's the case
- >You sigh, wanting to delve into the sea of knowledge before you, but you are somewhat listless
- >You do want to nap, but you might worry Featherduster again
- >You've missed lunch three days in a row, and this would be the fourth
- >Choices, choices
- >You resolve to instead read the created works of others, you shall create works to read
- >You rise from your reclined position and shuffle over to your bookshelf, searching for a specific text
- >You produce a copy of proper handwriting with a quill and inkwell, intended for baby dragons who are raised as assistants
- >From what you've seen, Spike essentially has the same hand structure as you
- >While you don't doubt your penmanship, you've never written with a quill before
- >You take the book to your desk, opening it and laying it to your left, and getting a piece of parchment in front of you
- >You move the chair from the small table and take out the quill and inkwell, and begin to read and write
- >Some time passes, and you look at your paper
- >It's filled with ink blots and smears, and your hands are stained with ink from your mistakes
- >You feel satisfied, however, learning a new skill like this
- >You stand and head into the bathroom, washing your hands of the ink
- >As you finish, you hear a knock on the door
- >It is about noon, isn't it?
- >Open the door, and there she is, Featherduster, and a covered plate hovering behind her
- >She sets it on the table and asks if you need anything else
- >You say you'll need some more oil for the lamp, and you'll need her to throw out the parchment you used
- >She looks over and chuckles, joking about your penmanship
- 'Give me two more tries, and it'll be perfect. Third time's the charm, right?'
- >She smiles and turns to leave, shutting the door behind her
- >You move the chair over from the desk and sit down, devouring the vegetarian delights before you
- >You forgot how good the lunch is here
- >The rest of the day is a maelstrom of ink and parchment and words
- >You writing hand is cramped by the end of it, but you've managed to make the letters and words somewhat readable
- >But your hands still get covered in ink
- >You feel proud, and as you reflect upon your accomplishments, you hear another knock on the door
- >You blink, seeing your room awash in the golden glow of sunset
- >Hm, it's a bit early for dinner, isn't it?
- >You open the door again, and Celestia is there
- 'Oh, your majesty. I didn't expect you to be here so soon.'
- >She looks at your hands, and raises an eyebrow.
- 'Oh, this? Ha ha, caught me red handed, as it were. I'm trying to learn how to write with a quill. It's a bit difficult.'
- >She smiles and moves to come in, and takes her seat by the table, using the same old pillow to sit upon
- >She must really like that pillow
- >You excuse yourself and go to wash up
- >When you come back, Celestia has practice sheets in front of her, reading over them carefully.
- >You take your seat across from her, and she looks up from the papers
- >'Well, you certainly do learn fast! It's a bit messy, but I'm sure you can improve.'
- 'I'll do my best, your majesty.'
- >'Are you sure your kind doesn't have Cutie Marks? Yours would be one related to literature, for sure.'
- 'Ha, I'm flattered, but there are many better writers out there than mine.'
- >She smiles, reveling in your humility
- >She loves that part about you, and is sure to remind you of it
- >When you ask her why she's here so early, she says that she entrusted Luna to set the sun tonight
- >Even a princess wants a break every now and then, and Luna has been wanting to try her hand at it
- >If the sun doesn't go down soon, though, she'll have to cancel tonight's session to make sure everything is in order
- >This puts you on edge for a while, but soon enough, the sun does set, bathing the room in blue light
- >You reach over and turn on the lamp, the flame produced a bit dimmer than usual
- 'Featherduster said she'd bring some more oil. Though I'm sure you'd be able to light up the room with just your mane, huh?'
- >She giggles and nods as you set the lamp on the table and sit back down
- >You engage in idle chit chat for a while, and soon Featherduster brings dinner for both of you
- >She also has a vial of oil with her, and you ask her to leave it on the desk
- >The meal is much like the first dinner you had, and it's still as delicious as it was the first time
- >Celestia asks her usual questions about humanity and Earth, and some personal ones as well
- >Your friends, family, any lovers you may of courted, and enemies you have made
- >She seems to be getting more personal each time
- >It's slightly concerning, but you push it out of your mind
- >You do have something you've been meaning to ask, though
- 'Your majesty, do you think you could acquire some volumes on Magic Theory?'
- >She looks at you with a half annoyed, half curious look
- >She dislikes being called 'Your Majesty' by you, even though you are trying to be polite
- >'Your race cannot do magic, I thought? Why would you need them?'
- 'Well, I think that the magic of this world might be why my memory is so much better. It's like. . .background magic, or something.'
- >'I admire your curiosity. I will look in the archives for something like that. Personally, I still think it's your diet. Based on what you told me about human food, I'm surprised you haven't had heart problems or something.'
- 'Hah, I know. Who ever heard of deep frying candy bars? Twice, even!'
- >You share a laugh at this, and continue the session
- >Eventually, the lamp begins to flicker, and your eyes droop slightly
- >She takes these cues as a time to finish a bit early, and sees herself out
- >You thank her for her time as usual, and yawn a bit, walking over to your bed and plopping down on it
- >You won't bother with a shower tonight, you'll take one when you get up
- >You strip down to your undies and bury yourself covers, laying down on the pillows with a sigh
- >. . .only to smell something off
- >You open your eyes and sit up, looking around
- >The light provided by the dying lamp allows you do see the source of the odor
- >It's the pillow Celestia always sits on.
- 'Dammit, Celestia.'
- >You toss it off the bed and go to sleep proper, only to hear a faint giggle from the hallway as you do.
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