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[doublethefun]

[there’s the sound of rustling sheets over the journal as well as some muttering]

Honestly, ‘Tia. [have some unintelligible muttering as somepony shoves her head under the pillow. One might be able to make out something about ‘flashy sun ponies,’ but not much else.

Geez. What sort of lazy pony is still abed at three in the afternoon?

Regardless of your guess, there’s a louder rustling as she finally sits up, pillow balancing on her head. She glares at the offending curtains, which are oh-so-innocently pulled back, letting cheery beams of sunlight into the room.

...

...Wait. This is not her room. Although it is undoubtedly lavish, it is still not her room. In one quick movement, she throws back the sheets and hops down to the floor. Trotting over to the window, she peers out and, yup. This isn’t Canterlot either.

Well, shit. There’s only one explanation, obviously. Incoming Royal Canterlot Voice, guys. Duck and cover.]

Villainous cur! Dost thou believe that thou canst ponynap the Princess of the Night without facing dire consequences? We will teach thee a lesson that will reverberate throughout time itself; thy children's children will quake in fear at the mere mention of Our name. Foolish foal! Thou didst not even lock the door!

[a confused pause]

...Or even bar the windows. Or try to stop my magic.

[...

...

Yup, she’s heading into the hallway now] ‘Tia? Guards? Is anypony around?

[[ooc: Open over journal or in person!]]

Comments

[doublethefun]

[she paws at the floor in a disgruntled fashion]

We are truly starting to dislike this place.

[3_butterflies]

it's not too bad... We've made a lot of friends here... And sometimes the magic helps us...

[doublethefun]

In what fashion does this place 'help?'

[3_butterflies]

well, if you ask for an item, a ghost will give it to you... Like something to eat or read or clothes...

[doublethefun]

[there's a bit of a laugh]

Spirits are hardly concerned with the requests of ponies. Surely these ghosts are merely a trick, or perhaps something else entirely.

[3_butterflies]

Maybe, but it still works.

[Time for a test run.]

Ghosts? Could I please get a bowl of alfalfa? I'm a little hungry...

[and from out of nowhere, a delicious bowl of alfalfa appears on the floor.]

[doublethefun]

[she stares at it for a long moment and then starts prodding it with her magic]

But there was no teleportation spell. Or a transformation spell.

[3_butterflies]

[She shrugs, then bends down and eats a leaf to show that it's safe to eat.]

We can't get anything from home, but it's helpful if you don't want to leave where you are, like your room.

[doublethefun]

[making sure she doesn't show her distaste for the vegetable.]

Canst thou ask for anything at all?

[3_butterflies]

[ALFALFA MONSTER BLEEEEH]

You can try, at least. But then, I don't ask for too much...

[doublethefun]

[egads, no.]

Considering the price it exacted for such conveniences, perhaps thou shouldst ask for more. Unless there's some sort of limitation involved?

[magical contracts are so hard to navigate when they don't come with the expected legalese]

[3_butterflies]

[Another shrug.]

I have a roof over my head, my friends with me, animals to tend to... What more could I want?

[doublethefun]

A way to return home. We have duties to attend to. Can We assume that the spirits do not respond to such inquiries?

Actually, excuse Us for a moment.

[she takes a step back, horn aglow and disappears in a flash of blue magic.

A few seconds later, she reappears in the same spot.

Bemused:] Well, that did not work the way We had hoped.

[3_butterflies]

[She ducks a little, startled.]

...Yeah, well... we can't leave on our own. The castle sends us home randomly.

[doublethefun]

[stamping her hoof and yup. Those are cracks in flagstones.]

Trapped, again. One would think I should be used to this.

[3_butterflies]

[She flinches at the stomp, but... aww, luna ;; She timidly approaches.]

But... you're not alone, this time.

[doublethefun]

[she considers this for a long moment, and then there's finally a small smile.]

This is true. Thank you, dear Fluttershy, for being here and for helping me.

[she lowers her head for the lightest of nuzzles before withdrawing]

[3_butterflies]

[She's a little surprised at the affections, but winds up smiling as well.]

Of course, your highness... we should all do our best to help each other while we're here.

[doublethefun]

[it's either that or the crazy hug/throwing a pony over alternating shoulders thing. She's been working on it.]

That is an admirable outlook on life.

[a pause] Unless thou art implying that we are attacked by monsters every other week.

[she's only half joking here]

[3_butterflies]

[... That's a rather unhealthy pause, Fluttershy.]

Not always...? It's... kind of hard to predict Paradisa.

[doublethefun]

[drawing her own conclusions from that pause]

So there are attacks.

[not...too troubled. It'll be just like Ponyville, except hopefully they don't have a road leading to a cliff here.]

[3_butterflies]

It's just.. well, there are these things called 'losses', that can do strange things to us. It's turned me human, and back into a foal, and Spike into a giant...

[doublethefun]

[briefly imagines widdle woona running around the castle. There's an almost imperceptible shiver and she shakes her head.]

Let me guess, there is no way to stop it from happening.

[3_butterflies]

[A slow nod.]

I'm afraid so...

[doublethefun]

[sigh]

How long do these 'losses' last?

[seeing how she's gone back to normal.]