Sun Goddess

by Super Trampoline

Rating: everyone
Tags: Slice of Life
Length: 565

I have met the Sun Goddess; she stopped for tea.

I have met the Sun Goddess; she stopped for tea.

A companion story to Creation, Revisited

[size=0.7em]Credits: Celestia by conbudou. Forest by tomsumartin.[/size]

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2015-01-18 18:47:47 UTC

Chapter 1

I have met the Sun Goddess; she stopped for tea.

It was the latest sort of spring day that a spring day could be without slipping into summer. The last patches of snow raged against the machinations of the weather, but they were fighting a losing battle. The trees exploded in resplendent greenery, and the dirt below relished in its charcoal brown earthy smell. The few stray clouds minded their own business, leaving the sky free to soak in its clear blue vastness. In sum, it was the sort of day when one is thankful to be alive. And I was thankful to be alive.

My name is Tealeaf. I'm a sculptor. Well, wood carver to be more accurate. I

It was a horse. A beautiful horse. A large pony, really, if proportions were anything to go by. And it was breathtaking. Its skin was the faintest shade of pink, more alabaster white, really. It had beautiful wings, the wings of an angel, and a regal alicorn horn spiraling gracefully upon its forhead. Upon its flank reposed the image of the sun. This creature was unadorned by jewelery, crown, armor, or shoes, but it needed none of these things, it was resplendent in its own right. One could say this was quite the pretty pony.

And then it spoke, with a voice of quiet reassurance and gentle wisdom (and certain femininity): "Saluton, mia malgranda cervo.

"Um, what was that?" I responded clumsily, and not at all with the polite formality a deer should greet a stranger with.

"Ĉu vi parolas ĉevalo lingvo?" She asks, boldly stepping closer.

I realized then that this pony was only speaking her native language, which I recalled is called "Equestrian." I responded with what consists of about a third of all the Equestrian I know: "Mi ... mmm ... ne parolu ĉevalo. Mi parolas cervo."

"Oh, but of course, my apologies," she responded in perfect Cervidae. "Where are my manners?" She lifted a hoof to her chest. "I am she who is called Solaris, Celestia. To whom am I speaking?"

I am he who is known as Tree Tealeaf," I respond in kind. "

How queer that we should meet. But lovely, nonetheless.

"Praise the sun!"

Oh, that's n

I knew of this pony. Of course I knew of this pony. This pony raised the sun. This was the Sun Goddess.

Here, take these. She levitated onto the table a few bright gold coins from her saddlebag. "Three hundred-bit pieces. I can't say they'll be any use in these parts, but once you make it to equestrian territory that should cover you for a week's vacation if you're resourceful.

Are... are you telling me I should visit equestria?

Everypony... er deer should visit equestria! I may be biased though. Sincerely though, I hope you'll come visit sometime. Bring some tea. We can trade.

"That would be lovely. Are you leaving now?"

"I'm afraid I am. I have enjoyed my time here thoroughly, and hope you have as well, but alas I have places to be. Fairwell, Tealeaf. A pop, and she was gone. I heard faint wingbeats from above.

She was gone, but I didn't feel quite so alone anymore. I hummed a simple tune to myself as I gathered supplies; it was time for a new sculpture.

I have met Princess Celestia; she stopped for tea.