It was a quiet afternoon in Canterlot as Princess Celestia, the Diarch of the sun trotted along through her gardens. The flowers were in bloom, the trees shielding the grass and its occupants from the sun. Not that she minded, she may be the ruler of the sun and control it, but she liked the shade as much as anypony else. Slowly she made her way over to a nice shady spot, and carefully laid herself down on the cool grass. Above she saw several Mocking Birds flying through the trees, darting left and right as a few squirrels chased after them playfully.
She watched with a dainty smile as several butterflies hovered nearby over some flowers
