Equestrian Drabble: 12 Hours of Character Perspective

by AmblingAnarchy

Rating: everyone
Tags: Random, Princess Celestia, Main 6, Cheerilee, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Tank, Princess Luna
Length: 1053

A series of extremely short perspective pieces done in exactly 100 words each.

A series of extremely short perspective pieces done in exactly 100 words each. There's no dialogue in this. Just pony thoughts.

There's not much more depth than that. Just trying my hand at perspective stuff. I like the ponies and I think they all do and say interesting things.

The orders for these is pretty arbitrary, by the way. Sometimes it's related to the time, but not for most of these.

Published 2014-10-19 21:20:02 UTC
Last updated 2014-10-19 21:20:02 UTC

1) Princess Luna - 5:00am

Dawn was approaching.

She could see it; the early risers beginning to stir.

She could taste it; the baking of breads and bakery goods.

She could hear it; the distant yet hearty calls of the proud male galliformes.

She could smell it; the dew gathering on the plants of the gardens and on the grass of the castle grounds alike.

She could feel it; the tempo of the cosmic dance of the neighboring moon and distant stars becoming a lull in the sky.

The watch of The Princess of the Night was nearly complete.

The time of twilight was imminent.

2) Twilight Sparkle - 6:00 am

She had risen because of the lack of desire to sleep more than any desire to awaken.

Sleep was nice and, more importantly, necessary, but it wasn’t productive time for doing. Thinking, sure, but not for planning. For reading. For learning. For accomplishing.

She sat up in her bed, looked out of the window, and observed the violet and crimson tones of the sky. It was a mix. A mixture of day and night, of certainty and questions. Millions of questions yet to be asked. All with their own answers.

Life was endless learning. Today was a new day.

3) Princess Celestia - 7:00 am

The countless millennia of performing this task had conditioned her to know when it was time.

Time for her to perform her duty.

Her sovereign duty.

She glanced at the guards in the hallways.

Their faces displayed nothing if not respect.

Respect for her.

Respect for The Princess of the Day.

She knew that soon it would be time to rule.

To judge.

To create and uphold law.

To sign treaties and make compromises.

To serve the ponies of Equestria as best she could.

But not quite yet.

Not now.

First came daybreak.

It was time to raise the sun.

4) Cheerilee - 8:00 am

The students had been filing in individually or in small groups of friends since the first school bell had sounded off a few minutes ago. She looked out at her not-quite-complete class of fillies and colts and felt her heart well up with so many things.

She knew her students: the great things they had already done and were sure to accomplish, their crushed, young hopes and dreams, the the strong friendships they had formed and would create in the future, the cliques that drove them apart.

The second bell sounded out and it was time for class to begin.

5) Pinkie Pie - 9:00 am

Things were starting to get busy at Sugarcube Corner, which was good, because it’s not like anypony wants to be in a bakery with nopony in it, unless they were feeling grumpy. But how could anypony feel grumpy in a bakery? With cookies, and custards, and cakes! Ooo, cakes were her favorite! Or maybe pies. It’s so hard to choose...oh, cupcakes! Cupcakes were definitely her favorite! They were sweet, and sugary, and gave everypony their own little cake, and made everypony happy, and that’s what made her happiest! Well, that and her bestest friends of course!

6) Rainbow Dash - 10:00 am

Fast!

She had to be the fastest pony in the skies. No point being second best. Might as well not fly at all. She was an athlete. Just like them. But fast wasn’t nearly enough.

Cool!

She had to stay cool. No point in being the best flyer in Equestria if no pony wanted to see her fly. Only the coolest ponies attract crowds.

Awesome!

Totally different than cool. She had to be awesome. Awesome enough to achieve her dream one day. Probably not today. Sometimes the most awesome feeling is lounging in the clouds and taking it slow.

7) Tank - 11:00 am

Slow…

It was his nature. He was not a fast animal. He was a slow tortoise. It was fine by him, though. He liked slow. Everyone liked slow sometimes.

Cold…

He was cold sometimes. He used to be cold a lot more often, but his new home was warmer. That was good. He liked to be warm. Not hot. Just warm. Warm made him feel safe.

Steady…

He would always be steady. He liked steady. Sometimes steady meant slow. But no matter what, steady meant sure. He had a good life. A steady life that had been full of kindness.

8) Fluttershy - 12:00 pm

She hummed a sweet tune. At least, she thought it was sweet. She certainly hoped it sounded sweet to everyone around her, too.

Lunchtime! One of her favorite times. Time to feed all of her friends.

She sighed as she thought of the lives they lived; together but separate, interdependent but free.

Some friends were big and strong, and some were small and delicate. It didn’t matter to her. They were friends just the same.

She didn’t need to think so. She knew. She needed them and they needed her. Sometimes things really were that black and white.

9) Zecora - 1:00 pm

She happened on her way that particular day,
To be thinking of family, of friends, and of shades of gray.

Of times passed, good and harsh,
Like the high of a mountain and the low of a marsh.

Plenty of friends, old and new,
With ponies and pets and a dragon or two.

Home was far. Home was near.
Home was gone. Home was here.

She continued to gather and run through those thoughts
And another bit of wisdom she caught.

Like the stars in the sky or life-giving rain,
Some of life’s greatest times are simple and plain.

10) Big McIntosh - 2:00 pm

Apples.

He was selling apples.

He was selling apples from his family’s orchard in the market.

Ponies.

The market was full of ponies.

The market was full of ponies walking, and running, and playing, and laughing, and crying, and talking, and yelling, and screaming.

Alive

Ponyville’s market was alive.

Ponyville’s market was alive with the energy of colts and fillies, and the coos of doting mothers hushing upset foals, and the the wisdom of elder ponies, and the sights and sounds and smells of produce, and everything else that did and ever would make life worth living.