Telekinesis Part 11

>"I want you on your best behaviour for the princesses!"
>You nod.
>The princesses have invited you to dinner, in honor of you saving their lives.
>Twilight, the spoilsport that she is, wants everything to go smoothly.
>Whatever, you'll give her this one.
>You have breakfast, have a shower, change your clothes and pack an extra set just in case.
>Shortly thereafter, a carriage arrives.
>One of the ones pulled by pegasi, so it flies.
>You climb aboard after Twilight, and try your hardest not to fall asleep.
>Through infinite amounts of willpower and fortitude, you manage to remain more or less attentive throughout the entire ride.
>You land somewhere near the Canterlot Central Station.
>Exiting the skycarriage, you give a small bow and thank you to the drivers.
>They look much happier for it, and ride away to wherever they need to be.
>Twilight starts off in a direction, and you follow.
>At the sedate pace Twilight seems to insist on adhering to, it's quite easy to admire the architecture of Canterlot.
>As far as you're concerned Canterlot is, in a word, fancy.
>All the golds everywhere, the pointy top things to the tower that probably took a mason quite some time to put there, and the fact that the roads are dyed a different color.
>Fancy.
>At any rate, Twilight and you arrive at a sort of private suite in one of the more fancy parts of the fancy city that is Canterlot.
>Celestia has this place set aside for special visitors, apparently.
>You toss your meagre pile of clothes into a corner, and flop onto the bed.
>You stare at the ceiling and listen to the quiet bustle of the city around you for about half an hour, then Twilight manages to snap you from your reverie.
>She packed more stuff than you, and it took her this long to get it organised.
>"Let's go get lunch, shall we?"
>You nod, and leap off the bed.
>Landing on your feet, you make for the door, stopping to let Twilight through first.
>She knows where she's going, so you follow her.
>You tail Twilight through the twists and turns of Canterlot.
>The city seems to have woken up, with everypony going from here to there, there to here, and anywhere to everywhere.
>Fortunately, all the ponies seem to have distinct color schemes and mane styles, so you manage to not lose Twilight by looking for a lavender pony with straight hair whenever you lose sight of her.
>A few minutes of walking later, you find yourself at a doughnut shop.
>Not exactly your first choice for lunch, but it'll do.
>You sit in one of the booths lining the walls and let Twilight do the talking.
>A short while later, she approaches carrying two rather large doughnuts in her telekinesis.
>One is passed to you and the other she keeps to herself.
"Not exactly lunch food, is it?"
>"No, but I doubt you mind so much."
>She's right. You don't.
>You bite into your food, and listen to the world at large.
>The sound of the hustle and bustle of Canterlot, muffled by the walls of the shop, is rather relaxing.
>You continue to eat, and in far too short a time, you're done.
>You quietly wait for Twilight to finish eating.
>When she is, you both stand up at the same time, and exit the building.
>You give a quick wave and a smile to the pony at the counter as you leave, and notice him smiling in kind.
>Twilight continues out into the busy streets, and you follow.
>You notice that you're backtracking to the suite, so you forge ahead of Twilight.
>With your absurdly long legs powering you forwards you get back to the suite ages before Twilight.
>You curl up on the bed, and have a nap, letting the ambient noise of the city lull you to sleep.
>The sun raises slightly, then starts to lower in the opposite direction.
>Twilight returns, and goes and does her own thing.
>The sky turns different colors, and touches the horizon.
>Simultaneously, the moon starts to peek out from behind the opposite horizon.
>You are awoken by a hoof nudging you.
>"Wake up and get ready, the dinner is in an hour."
>You stretch, rub your eyes, and stop yourself from tapping your purple, unicorn shaped alarm clock on the head.
>You gather your clothes from the corner, and step into the bathroom.
>You have a shower, change your clothes and step out of the bathroom.
"How do I look?"
>"Exactly the same as you did before."
"Good. That's the look I was going for."
>Twilight steps into the bathroom, with a bundle of cloth in her telekinesis.
>You sit on the edge of the bed, and consider the nature of twiddling ones thumbs until Twilight exits the bathroom.
>She's in a dress of some sort. You aren't exactly a dressmaker, or a fashioneer or some sort of tailornaut, so you can't really give an opinion on it.
>It's sort of plain, you guess. Practical.
>"So, how do I look?"
"Alright, I guess."
>She gets a sort of irritated look on her face, but it passes quickly.
>Everything prepared, you both set out for the castle.
>As mentioned earlier, Twilight has a better idea of the layout of Canterlot, so you trail behind her.
>In a few minutes, you arrive at the gates, and are allowed in by a pair of guards.
>Then, you are escorted to a sort of waiting room, as there's still about five or so minutes until the dinner begins proper.
>You wait as patiently as you are able, Twilight sitting beside you.
>Then, all of a sudden, you are escorted into the dining room proper.
>It's a lot smaller than you would've expected from a monarch, but it fits.
>There's room for you, Twilight, Celestia and Luna, and a couple extra spaces without chairs in them.
>Ponies come in, serve food, and exit.
>You notice that your food is lacking in hay, grass and flowers, which are on the other ponies plate.
>You bring this up to Celestia.
>"I've learned about your dietary needs from letters that Twilight has sent me, and made sure you were catered for."
"Thank you, Celestia."
>Twilight shoots you a look briefly, but goes back to her food almost as soon as she starts.
>You eat your food. It's decent.
>You enjoy your meal in silence.
>Other conversations bounce around the table, but you only talk when spoken too, and even then in short sentences.
>You finish your meal, and politely wait for Twilight to finish hers.
>Eventually, she does. Both you and her pardon yourselves at the same time, and let yourselves out.
>The two of you wander back to the suite in the dead of night.
>The sound of business is still there, but much quieter, as one would expect.
>When you get back to the suite, you curl up in a corner and go to sleep.
>But before you finally slip away into dreamland, you tell Twilight something.
"Y'know what, Twilight? Today was pretty alright."