It was always meant for me to watch them from above. My sire and dam gave me powerful wings and even better eyesight to do what I love to do. Watch and learn, feel through the hearts of others what I’m to coward to feel for myself. My gazing filled my life with fulfillment, joy and sorrow that sometimes merge together to the very core. And that night was no exception. With the moon on my feathers and Ponyville under my hooves I circled silently over their unsuspecting heads. A beautiful night it was, I must say; such a perfect moment for those who long for someponie’s beat.
And it was exactly what she was doing, lying on the greenest grass just outside her beloved library, her legs gracefully folded over the ground in a fawn like fashion. Her big, sparkling violet eyes were filled with the glimmer of unicorn magic. Swirls of violaceous sparkles leaving that horn on her forehead, twisting, turning, transforming in a beautiful musical pace. The mist of light she created danced in the shape of a far galaxy, twirling beautifully through the fresh breeze of a summer night, turning into Her. A magnificent alicorn of beautiful long legs opened her sparkling violet wings, gracefully bowing her swan like neck slowly, as if she was looking right at her faithful student. Twilight Sparkle looked at her image with devotion, and to me it was evident there was more than plain admiration in her gaze. Love. The gentle swing of the illusion’s wings was followed by a deep sigh from the unicorn’s chest. Love was such an oddity, capable of the most intense of joys as well as the deepest of sorrows. And what the prized student felt, seemed to me like a mix of both. Would she, the Princess, know exactly what Miss. Sparkle felt for her? Surely. As I allowed a cloud to hide my silhouette from her inquisitive eyes, I could recall perfectly the sight of that spark of joy in the Princess’ eyes whenever she read the scrolls from her student.
The secrecy of the night was perfect for Twilight to materialize her dreams into figures made of flaring mist. The unicorn lifted herself on four hooves, biting her lower lip while she concentrated her magic, causing her representation of Celestia to grow into a carbon copy of the Princess, twirling around Twilight in a non-tangible embrace the unicorn received with eager expectation, sad eyes and a beautiful soft smile. And in a slow dance of floating rushes of magic, the one made of mist and the magic student leaned towards each other’s lips. The desire deep within Twilight’s heart was, at least for now, only to come truth trough tis illusion of a first kiss. Another loud sigh, Twilight’s beloved dissipated, turning into sparkling mist that disappeared into the night. Such sadness I saw in the unicorn’s soul.
And so it was my moment to flap my wings and let the wind direct me elsewhere, hoping to find more delight to let my eyes feast on. Little did I know what was expecting my eyes just over that peaceful place, the night had just begun.
It was strange how difficult it was being for me to get the sound of Twilight’s sigh out of my head as I moved in a rather obvious rush to my next destination. The sheer sadness on its tune had been enough to get my thoughts into a coiling redundancy. How soft of a protest, how delicate of a weep. What would she do if I showed Celestia what I saw? I wondered how difficult would it be to let that special somepony know your feelings. Risking the relationship already existing, the bond already built would be in risk if new ties came to the light. I risked my cover by lowering my flight at the pond’s level, letting my hoofs scratch the starry surface of the water. The bond between a teacher and her student, almost motherly, would surely tear apart at the first surface of romantic intentions. Twilight was painfully aware, and too scared to lose what she had already earned, she was unwilling to take the risk of a heart confessing. Too much in stake, maybe. Too big of a risk to be taken by such a unicorn, to me she always seemed to be thinking too much. I had to pay Celestia a visit later on, even if she was a much more dangerous subject to my observation, I needed to- yes, I too was thinking too much. Quickly I ascended as I approached the shore, my next visit was soon to be reached.
The only cloud in the night sky provided me of a perch to look down on my next. She was such a beauty, standing by the gazebo with her head held high, her platinum coat would make the moon itself jealous, and not even the very glossy pond reflected the stars quite like the gems she had for eyes. But it was her mane what always caught my attention the most, her absolutely beautiful not violet, not purple, not indigo threads of perfection. I smiled down on her irritated pout, such a pretty frown. To my eyes, she was the loveliest creature in Ponyville, but I’ve never been the one to disturb the ways of love. I smiled, she was coming, and I looked for a comfortable position on the cloud, lying down with my head hanging down its irregular soft edge. Strange, she was never late before. Her usual high and energetic step seemed odd, it forced me to focus my eyes, finding a-
“Don’t you know it’s awful to keep a lady waiting?!” There was a soft hint of laughter from the other mare’s chest. “Sorry, sugarcube. I-“ Rarity was approaching her with angry, noisy steps, ready to interrupt her when she found out herself. A bandage was wrapped around the earth pony’s chest. “W-what is that?! Are you ok my dear!?” Her worried voice made my wings unfold and straighten upright instantly, what a beautiful pitch! “It’s alright! A dead tree fell down durin’ the storm last night. Big Mac’s off town and somepony just had to pull the twig away from my entrance!” There was a short pause. “It wasn’t a good idea to use an old rope.” That attitude more what I was expecting from her, Applejack, trying to take importance off her injury when it was clearly painful. What came next was quick to distract me from my thoughts, Rarity pulled Applejack close, rather bluntly, immediately speeding kisses all over the mare’s face. Applejack grunted in pain, then laughed softly, obviously enjoying her attention. I know I would.
“Oh you most stubborn pony! You MUST allow me to take care of you!” Yes, you must allow her. My eyes switched to Applejack with great expectation, the earth pony shook her right hoof in dismissal, she was such a stubborn filly indeed. “C’mon, Rarity, it’s just a scratch.” Rarity’s neck curled over Applejack’s, disturbing the hat that sit over the earth pony’s head. Soft nuzzles, silent kisses from the unicorn followed, letting them fall on the other’s neck and ears. I could never explain with words how thankful I was for the sudden silence of the night. Rarity’s soft sighs of concern seemed to get to Applejack’s heart as much as they reached mine. Just as if she was begging for Applejack to give in. “Please” I could barely hear her whisper.
