Day court is full of estrogen.
Celestia loved coffee.
It meant well, but didn't quench her thirst. The bearer needed to power and energize her Sun, not make it fizzle out after a short while! The sugary creamy drink couldn't even keep her awake. It made her dwindle like a stand-alone flame in a fireplace. She had a fireplace too, which sat beside her mat which she sat on to read the letters of the youth and adults of Equestria. They spoke of their impending dooms that apparently meant more than the drink beside her body. She knew their ulterior motives, their sketchy desires: they weren't for the benefit of Equestria, but for themselves. But she had to help them, for they were her benefit like the drink that replaced her coffee because they needed her Sun...
...and her Sun needed them.
Celestia loves her tea.
She slowly raised the cup to her lips and took a generous helping of its green lusciousness. The tea left an incredible, fiery aftertaste that burned within her very soul. Each cup she drank of that delicious delicacy brought her Sun to its fullest potential. Her Sun.
Celestia loves her Sun.
She raised him up every morning. No matter who watched him rise, or groaned from his distinct sun-craze; her Sun spread her love. She could imagine her Sun now: smiling as he reached for every pony who watched, slept, or even danced in his glory. Proudly he admired them, but they only would admire him if he did not shine so brightly in their eyes. He heard the grumbling and groaning over the ones who loved him, which made Celestia wish he would stop thinking of those who hated him, rest for a while, and let her drink her tea.
"Don't worry, my Sun," she cooed. "They don't hate you..."
She wished that was the truth.
Celestia hates the truth.
It is great to be truthful, but sometimes the truth hurts. Even Celestia, who gripped her teacup tightly, its warmth even spreading to her hoof through the wonderful, ceramic medium; knew of its harmful or pleasurable effects. Two sides of that golden Equestrian coin... it wildly flipped in the air, making several revolutions, before it wobbled on the ground in a peculiar clamor and silently ended its rabid dance on either the portrait of grace and love as she soared into the sky, or the wonderful, rolling green landscape of Equestria, her polished, brown mountains with their white tops towering to the heavens above.
She knew the truth: it's only fifty to a fifty, not of fifty-fifty.
Celestia hates gambling.
Every time she pulled the hefty lever, the sounds of hateful demise shouted at her. The bearer of the Sun would not lose to an inferior contraption made by ponies whose heads she had to save from getting tax increases! Besides, the treasury really needed the money right now. Luna had been buying too much coffee for her own good.
Celestia loves her sister.
Ever since she was just a little filly, Celestia loved her sister. She watched her dance and prance while singing all about her Moons. Celestia knew her Moons was like her Sun, but they both had that distinct connection to their bodies in the sky. They never spoke to anypony about it but themselves.
"Celly!" called the little blue filly, her lighter colored mane bouncing on her head. "Moons had asked of thy presence!"
She shouted, "I'll be right there," and dropped all of her duties. She raced out her bedroom and into the hallway to see that small fluff prance right into her. The two shared a particularly pained groan, before the little one spoke, "Our bad, sister."
Celestia smiled. "It's alright, Lulu."
Luna sat and nuzzled her. "Moons asked of us to deliver thee a message."
"A message?" Celestia raised an eyebrow. "Of what?"
Luna took this in stride. "A message of thee to raise thy Sun promptly after Moons danced with the horizon!"
"Danced?"
Luna nodded. "Yes! Did we not tell thou of his body's wonderful display?"
Celestia blushed and shook her head, prompting Luna to blush as well.
Celestia never let her down on that one.
Celestia loves to mingle.
Other than Blueblood, who distinctly loved to mingle with all of the mares but unfortunately failed every time (which she wished he would just realize his obvious flaws), Celestia wished to mingle. She loved it so, but not with only stallions. Luna had been mingling with her, while Shining and Cadenza made loving remarks beside them. It was awkward, and she would like to mingle more without the threat of saying the wrong word next to... her.
Celestia hates misrepresentation.
Cadenza gave Celestia that pit in her stomach, that feeling of deflation that compared, but not contrasted to the sad, yet funny release from a balloon whose life ended with a single pop. Cadenza spoke with all the love she had, not a hint of hate in sight. It bothered Celestia so much, because she never spoke to her that way.
"Hello, Auntie!" Cadence proudly announced. "How are you?"
That deviant, loving smile that shown through her countenance with insurmountable energy. It flowed through Celestia for a brief moment, but not entirely, for she knew her claim to fame. She knew it all too well.
Love does not flow like a river, it flowed like a green-eyed, flushed bug with love problems.
Celestia hates drama.
She wished that her days as a Princess weren't so estrogenic. Estrogen was already in a hefty supply across the entire country, she did not need more of it in her whole central airspace. Letter after letter of distinct love and hate from her student, and now Princess, Twilight Sparkle, carried most of the burden. Her estrogen carried over to others, including Celestia, who wished her hormones died off about nine hundred years ago. Yet she knew it could not be quelled.
Besides, she's still open to testosterone.
Celestia loves chemistry.
"Chemistry is an interesting term," Celestia once said to an audience of glamorous interviewers in their coats and jackets of premiere cashmere and silk. "It's related to science, sports, and all different venues of emotion." A flash emitted to her left. "Yet, we all overlook its true meaning."
A spectator in the crowd raised their hoof. "May I ask a question, Princess?"
Celestia mentally facehooved, knowing that was not how you ask a question in such a prestigious conference room. "Yes?"
The brown hoof's owner raised his head. "What is its meaning?"
Smiling on the outside yet wanting to smash his skull in with a bottle of Sunny D, Celestia responded with a smile. "Harmony."
Celestia loves harmony.
A flower gently floated on Celestia's nose, tickling her muzzle. The white lily lay still, pointing towards her Sun. He shined on her and her flower. She smiled and sat in the meadow. The wind gently grazed her back, sending shivers down her spine. It, too, let the meadow speak, sending dandelions' fuzzy tops into the air to create nature's natural song. Its melodies provided the sweetest of tones. It warmed her heart, but not enough to quell the cold. She needed...
She grasped her teacup, which shattered the illusion in her mind. She was back on her balcony, standing in her Sun's mighty rays. He had been in the air for an hour now, waking up her ponies for a new day. Yet, she knew somepony else was watching it too.
"Celly," the pony muttered.
Without turning, Celestia replied, "Lulu."
Luna came to her side. "You were imagining us again?"
Celestia nodded and took a sip of her tea. "In a sense."
Luna gave her a brief grin. "Care to share the tale?"
"If you let me," Celestia replied, and set her tea cup on the ledge. "It's a long story."
"We have time," Luna responded and set her coffee cup next to the teacup. "Besides, day court was canceled."
Celestia's eyes widened. "Really?"
Luna cast her gaze to the sun. "The guards couldn't bear the estrogen."
Celestia giggled and giggled well. Her Sun had been raised, her sister had her coffee, and she had her tea. All that was left to do was enjoy Equestria for what it was: sane, uniform, and without day court, less estrogenic.
